#c: bofur

[crownedghostprince]

That’s My Emotional Support Wife!

Legolas x Female!Accident Prone!Reader

Fandom: The Hobbit

Legolas and (Y/N) had courted for about a decade before finally deciding to marry.  (Y/N) was the daughter of Lord Elrond, just slightly younger than Arwen, and after marriage she moved to Mirkwood to live with Legolas and her father-in-law the King, Thranduil.  Legolas didn’t mind how accident prone (Y/N) was, sometimes it was even sort of cute.  And now there are 13 dwarves in the cells of Mirkwood having to be dealt with whilst the Elves continue their parties, patrols and usual antics that the dwarves were unaware of until that day.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None.

Note: This is sort of silly, so if you enjoy a fun fanfiction, this is the one to read! (Y/C) - stands for (Your Choice) and (Your Colour).

Word Count: 2,021

[Third Person Perspective]

(I couldn’t find any attached link to this picture from Pinterest, but it was under the account name “The Facegirl” when I found it. They seem cool from what I checked out.)

The dwarves were not happy to be locked up in the cells of Mirkwood under King Thranduil’s rule.  The elves would just pass by here and there as if it was an ordinary path to take.  These cells weren’t in dungeons or anything like you might expect, for the bars of the cells were incredibly tough and strong.  Therefore, there was no need to put the cells in such an inconvenient spot and instead it was closer to the main area where most Wood Elves just wandered through.  (This was also best as the Woodland Realm almost never had prisoners to jail).

So, the dwarves were trapped in their cells, waiting for Thorin to join them (hopefully with good news).  They’d tried breaking out of the cell in whatever way they could think.  From slamming against the bars with their shoulders, to kicking them with their legs and shaking them with their hands.  But still the cell bars held strong.  Bofur was the first to actually observe the elves, rather than sneer and ignore them like the others.  The others didn’t wish to make eye-contact or even look in their general direction.

Bofur watched, as many elves walked through speaking elvish and looking graceful.  Some elves were so graceful when they walked it looked almost as if they were floating across the floor, not even touching the ground.  He struggled to tell who was male and who was female, but the sounds of their voices definitely helped - even if he couldn’t understand their language.

Eventually he saw a beautiful elf with (Y/C) hair and (Y/C) eyes.  His?  Her? Dress was a beautiful mixture of pink and purple that fell past their ankles and hid their feet.  Thus, they appeared to be floating as they walked.  Bofur smiled, appreciating how beautiful the elves could truly be.  How graceful and--and she walked into a wall.  This got the dwarves quietly chuckling from they cells.

Even Dwalin was hiding his snicker.  They would laugh more openly, but they were in foul moods and didn’t want to anger the elves when the elves had an advantage against them.  The elf maiden didn’t seem to mind - hearing their chuckles with her good hearing - and laughed with them.  A shadow crossed the floor and Legolas landed with perfection as he came to check on his wife.  The dwarves’ faces immediately molded into scowls at the sight of the rude elf that found them and cast them into their cells.

They continued to watch as Legolas checked his wife’s face for cuts and smiled when she was cleared to be okay.  He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took her hand, walking her to the staircase to continue her on her path.  She was not halfway up the staircase when she tripped and fell.  Luckily, Legolas was used to this and simply caught her and gracefully carried her the rest of the way.  He set her back down on the marble floors, kissed the back of her hand and returned to his position up high, watching over the area.  She curtsied and although the dwarves could not hear - or understand it - she thanked him.  “Ni ‘lassui en, Legolas.”

An hour later, Thorin joined his company in the cells.  He simply explained how he had not taken any deal with King Thranduil and that all the Elves could...well...let’s not translate that now.  The dwarves were upset by this news, feeling like they’d be trapped forever.  But Thorin knew there was a Bilbo Baggins somewhere out there.  And he would help free them.  He was sure of it.  Bilbo was not so sure.  Every time he thought he had a clear path to descend to the cells, suddenly a bunch of elves walked by.  He was thankful the ring he found made him invisible.

Some were going to patrol outside, some were laughing and telling jokes in Elvish, some were carrying wine and food, or decorations and others were reading a lovely looking book as they walked by.  The thing is this: Bilbo didn’t have many openings to sneak past and not bump into someone.  So instead he decided to follow them for a brief moment and saw them setting up a sort of party.  With decorations and a clear view of the sky where Bilbo could see the tinges of orange and pink beginning to appear in the clouds.

There were tables lined with bottles of wine and kegs of wine and cups for the wine.  There were a few tables of food, but mostly it was wine.  With lots of seats, some elves already perched on the staircases and some elves sitting up high on ledges already getting drunk.  Many were singing and some were possibly telling poems?  Or stories?  Bilbo wasn’t quite sure but it was a merry gathering that was forming.

‘Well,’  Bilbo decided to himself, ‘Time to find those dwarves.’  And so he walked back the way he came, sneaking down corridors of marble and past beautiful pillars with beautiful, intricate carvings running down them.  Soon his eyes laid upon, a (Y/C) haired elf with a beautiful dress and stunning eyes.  She was reading a book as she walked absentmindedly.  He decided to follow her and see where he ended up.

They walked for almost half an hour when he heard the familiar, grumpy dwarves’ voices as they hushedly whispered to each other in Khuzdul.  ‘Finally,’ Bilbo thought excitedly, ‘I’ve found them!’  He waited behind the she-elf, watching where she was headed.  By the time he realized she was about to walk down a flight of stairs and possibly injure herself, a blond elf was by her side with an arm around her waist.  Legolas was so accustomed to stopping his wife from falling down stairs it was almost a daily thing to catch her and gently lead her away.

“A, Legolas.”  She smiled to her lover with such a soft gaze he felt sure to melt under it.  Although the dwarves did not know it, ‘A’ was Elvish for ‘Hi’.  However, they simply thought it was an exclamation like the English ‘Ah’ when one realizes they almost walked off the top step of a flight of stairs.

However, (Y/N) was so accident prone she was no longer surprised when someone stopped her from walking into a wall, or a door, or out a window and this case was no different.  Bruises and cuts from falling down stairs was common for our silly she-elf lady.  Legolas sighed fondly.  “Hiril vuin, please do fall down the stairs before a most wonderful celebration.”  ‘Hiril vuin’ was Elvish for ‘my lady’ and was a sweet and simple way for Legolas to remain caring, but serious, in front of the dwarvish prisoners.

Bofur spoke up with a chuckle from the cells below, “Is falling down the stairs a common occurrence?  I would love to see such a performance everyday!”  He joked.  The dwarves laughed in agreement except for Oin who could barely hear what Bofur said.

“What did he say?”  He asked Gloin who was in the cell beside him.  His question went unanswered as Gloin continued to loudly laugh.  Legolas glared down at the cells whilst (Y/N) simply laughed with the dwarves.  She had a wonderful sense of humour - she has two older and fun twin brothers after all - and she was also used to these jokes which made it even more fun in her opinion!

Once the laughter had settled down a bit (Y/N) chuckled out, “I knew I should’ve been the King’s jester!”  and the howls of laughter sprung back up again.  Their thunderous voices bounced of the walls and echoed through the building.  Even Legolas and Bilbo chuckled at (Y/N)’s joke.  As the dwarves continued to laugh, crack jokes and sometimes just rest in silence, Legolas decided to simply ignore them and inquire about his wife’s current book.  “Oh!  It’s a book of Elvish poems and short love stories.  I fell in love with it after reading the first couple of love poems.  It even has some poems specifically to be read just before you sleep.  Oh!  I’ll find one of my favourites for you!”

She began to carefully flip back through the previously read pages, keeping her bookmark on her current page as she did so.  Bilbo took this chance to quietly sneak past the couple and down the stairs to the cells in order to look for the keys.  Legolas smiled adoringly as his wife quietly muttered the poem titles until she found the one she was looking for.  Although the Elvish is truly beautiful and wonderful to read, here’s the English equivalent instead:

“ Your Divine Beauty,

The stars crown your head, As you rest peacefully in bed, And the moon bathes you in its’ light, Kissing you with all its’ might.

Such beauty even the sun bows down, So its’ colours may reflect onto your white gown. Pink, orange and gold, Dare not touch or enfold.

For they will not dare, To hide your beauty nor ensnare.”

Although Bilbo and the dwarves had no clue what she said as it was in Elvish, still they folded to the sound of her melodic voice when she read aloud her favourite poem.  Legolas gently kissed her forehead when she was finished and sighed wistfully.  “I adore that poem so much now.”  He smiled down as their foreheads rested together.

“I’m glad you liked it, dear.”  She grinned, returning his kiss with a giggle.  Only a moment had passed when they heard approaching footsteps.  Bilbo snuck back to a corner in case they should pass him and the dwarves returned to their original scowls as two Elven guards came to a stop in front of the couple.  The woman curtsied to the guards and they returned with a bow.

“We’re sorry to interrupt, but the celebrations are beginning.”  They explained, carefully watching Legolas’ eyes as he sighed.

“Very well.  Then I shall not keep you any longer, my dear.  Please, go enjoy yourself and do not wait up for me.  I will join you shortly after I have finished my patrol over the cells.”  Legolas kissed his wife’s hand with a tenderness and care you only hear and see in romance books.

“Thank-you, darling.  I shall join them, but I shall still wait for you.”  She grinned with a cheeky glint to her eyes.

“Why do I bother to tell you to not wait, you don’t listen anyway.”  He chuckled sweetly.  “Very well.  Now go, before my father is disappointed with both of us being absent.”

“Ah, yes, I should hurry then.  Take care, darling, and try not to roughen up the dwarves too much.”  She kissed him once more before leaving with the guards to the celebrations.  Legolas sighed wistfully once more and did not move until she was safe out of sight with the guards.  He trusted them to catch her if she should fall.

But even if she is injured, they have healers that are always pre-prepared for her anyway.  He turned back and before he could ascend back to his post, the dwarves spoke up.

“So she and you are...well...together, huh?”

“She’s my emotional support wife.”  Legolas grinned mischievously, knowing fully well she could still hear them with her excellent Elvish hearing.  A second later his ears heard her voice in the distance,

“I heard that!”  And he smiled hearing her voice once more.

“You’ll do well to not disrespect her whilst you’re here.”  Legolas stared the dwarves down as he finally returned to his post, just out of their line of sight above them.  The dwarves rolled their eyes and proceeded to taunt him with funny comments anyway.  All were harmless, but they were fishing for a reaction from Legolas so they did their best to make it sound almost like insults.  He didn’t care enough to hear though, he was ignoring them and mentally reciting his wife’s favourite poem so when she was having a bad sick day he’d know it off by heart.

[kililvr]

OIN : i have a question

THORIN : shoot

OIN : is the s or c in scent silent?

KILI : fuck you, i'm going to be thinking about this all day

FILI : okay, well, cent is pronounced the same as scent so i'm going to say the s is silent

BALIN : okay but sent is also pronounced the same way

BOFUR : plot twist, both the s and the c are silent and the e actually makes the sss sound

DWALIN : bofur is not allowed to talk anymore

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello!

So this request is a little more serious, but could you write about Thorins company (platonic) or just Fíli (romantic) finfing out about readers past with really bad mental health?

For example depression or ED's

But I totally get if youre uncomfortable with this so dw

(of course! I've written this with depression in mind just because that's what I have experience with but feel free to request again if you want one specific to EDs - I've done Fili but also there's some bonus headcanons for the whole company at the end :) I hope this can be a comfort to anyone struggling with mental health - don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything!)

(Fili x gender neutral reader, platonic Thorin's Company x reader - warnings for discussion of mental health, depression etc)

Fili is pretty observant, especially when he's in a relationship with you. You're his One after all, and he wants nothing more than to keep you happy.

So he immediately catches on when he notices you seem more lethargic than usual, your smile is a little less bright, and you start struggling with things that are normally second nature to you.

He's never one to push if you don't feel like talking, but he'll encourage you to share with him as soon as he realises something is off.

When you decide to tell him about your past issues with mental health, he listens patiently, and his heart breaks when he understands the extent of what you've been through.

Fili hates the thought of you experiencing that kind of pain, but even more than that he hates the idea that there isn't much he can do to help sometimes.

You reassure him that in dark times, just being there for you can help. There might not be any way for him to lift the negative thoughts from your mind, but knowing he's there to support you helps take some of the weight off.

He quickly learns the signs of your mood dropping, and will do his best to make you laugh or just smile more on those days. He loves hearing you laugh anyway, and he happens to be pretty good at causing it, but the sound is even sweeter when he knows he's pulled you out of a rough patch. Even if it's just for a moment.

If that doesn't work and you keep dropping, he makes sure you eat and rest well, and makes sure you don't keep yourself isolated. Those days he'll often sit beside you and tell you stories about him and his brother. He knows you might not have the energy to pay attention much, but he can tell him talking helps to ground you a little more.

Fili also learns to recognize any of your triggers, and will do anything in his power to help you avoid them. If you can't avoid them, then he'll try to distract you from it.

Discussions of mental health amongst the dwarves are not particularly common, so your struggles are somewhat foreign to him at first, but Fili is always willing to be patient if it helps you.

He's there for every step of your healing journey, regardless of how many times you might fall behind, or relapse, or anything else. He's there to help you pick up the pieces and keep moving, and will be nothing less than encouraging and uplifting.

Bonus: Company headcanons :)

The company have mixed reactions to finding out about your mental health history. Again, their knowledge of mental health as a whole is limited, so they aren't sure how to approach it at all.

However, they all care about your wellbeing, even more so knowing how much Fili cares for you, so they'll do their best.

A few of them are much more in touch with their emotions, and so they read you well and help out with small gestures.

Dori will bring you tea if he notices you seeming off. Balin will always offer a listening ear should you need someone to vent to. Bofur has got making you laugh down to a fine science. Gandalf will notice you getting lost in your own head and send smoke rings in your direction, which always somehow morph into animated wisps of your favourite animals.

The rest of the company are not as well versed in comfort, but they'll still show they care. Albeit with much less grace.

One of them will always bring you some food at dinner, not accepting no for an answer and only grunting in response when you thank them. If you look even slightly cold then there are at least three dwarves grumbling and handing you a cloak. Thorin also ensures that you take enough breaks, even if you insist that you're ok.

None of them really know what they're doing, and it's definitely a learning curve, but they look after their own. And you're one of the company.

[entishramblings]

Tolkien Characters as things my extended family and I have said on our annual five day bender (pt. 1)

Aragorn: Anything that wants my blood bothers me.

Kili: No cousin wants to see their cousin’s friend’s dick and balls!!!

Legolas: You cannot mount the lama. I’m sorry. You cannnot do it.

Boromir: What is that? Your ass peircing??

Denethor: MINECRAFT. THEY ARE SITTING ON THE PORCH BEING CRIMINALS. M I N E C R A F T.

Samwise: Google potatoes.

Fili: And then she had this unwashed asshole and she wanted him to eat her ass because she really wanted him to eat it, but he never did.

Thranduil: I threw shit at my children. White claws. Dirt. Children.

Merry, seeing Pippin pour beer on his foot: That’s alcohol abuse.

Bombur: I’m a big fan of beans.

Bofur: I’ve got a mattress. I can pretend that someone is under me….and on top of me.

Kili: *rushes Fili into his room* I need to tell you about my bagalini addiction. *pulls out 5 different bags* “You can’t tell Thorin!”

Dwalin, looking at Bilbo: He’s a concerning kind of weird.

Gimli: Hey! ASSHOLE! Come join your friends over there. There’s some sort of orgy happening.

Samwise, spraying an insect eating his plants: fuuuuuuccck youuuuuuuuu

Kili: Uncle Thorin poked me in the butthole.

Gimli, to Gandalf: You look like you have been antiqued.

Frodo: I feel like a shriveled up shrimp.

more parts coming soon!

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @lazysaturdayonthebeach based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, T

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

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A sequel to last year’s fill Difficult Experiences on the Road

Difficult Experiences Getting Home

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Fili and Kili have argued about Thorin, again.  Kili wanted to go, to see what they spent their lives running for.  Fili is worried that they’ll lose everything they fought so hard for.  Before Thorin showed up, they rarely argued about anything more than Kíli trying to wake Fíli early to go fishing.  Now Kíli was in the house beating chicken breasts to a pulpy mess and Fíli was in the barn furiously sweeping loose hay in the loft, dislodged by the last of Nori’s band who used it for a safe house.  

As if summoned, Nori appeared at the top of the ladder.  He had seen Kili through the kitchen window and hoped Fili would be safer to talk to.  He immediately confessed that he told Thorin.  He wanted to explain.  Fili made him go into the house first.

The chicken was so thin that it cooked almost immediately upon hitting the hot pan.  It was served with chopped vegetables and a tough bread Fili had shoved in the oven half-raised when they started yelling at each other.  Kili slammed a pitcher of water onto the table so hard that the plates rattled.

Nori ate like it was a feast.  Then he started talking while the other two were still eating.  The lost princes were legend among the dwarves.  He started because he just wanted to solve the mystery.  He didn’t tell anyone, not even Ori.  But Thorin started talking about hiring searchers.  He had spent the last few years keeping watch over them quietly and refused to let their peace be ruined.  He went on to explain how they were cousins, though distantly and from the wrong side of the blanket.  His father’s name was Frosti.

Fili and Kili put down their flatware quietly and stopped glaring at each other.  They knew Frosti.  He was the last of their guards.  He died giving them cover to escape.  They had spent more time with him than he had been able to spend with his own son.

Fili opened a small barrel of fine hobbit ale that they had been saving from their last trip to The Shire.  They spent the rest of the evening telling stories that made Nori more proud than he could have ever imagined.  All three passed out in the parlor together after making a plan to support each other on the quest without giving up their secrets.

A few months later, a day before they were to meet the rest of the company at Bilbo Baggins’ smial, Fili and Kili dropped Floofer off with the Thain and filled him in on the dwarves’ plan.  They spent a happy evening with their Took relatives, including Bilbo, and then slept in Bilbo’s guest room.  The three cousins spent the day preparing a huge supper for the supposedly unexpected party.  Bilbo told them about Gandalf’s recent visit.  It made sense now.

Dwalin arrived first and Fili showed him to the dining room while Kili and Bilbo kept bringing food to the table.  Balin arrived next.  He smiled warmly at the younger dwarves, knowing from Thorin who they were.  Nori slid in next to his friends when the rest of the party, besides Thorin, arrived.  Ori was delighted to see them again, especially since Kili wore the blue sweater under his coat.  Gandalf asked about Thorin.  He was late, probably lost, again.  Dwalin whispered something to him that seemed to make the old wizard happy.

Kili nearly leapt over the table when Bilbo fainted after Bofur referred to the dragon as a furnace with wings.  He’d been calling him Mr. Boggins all evening to pretend they weren’t acquainted.  Bilbo kept side-eyeing him for it.  But he was more their family than all these dwarves related to them by blood.  It had been a long time since he’d been scared like that.

Weeks later, he desperately clung to Fili in a cave, trying to calm down after being separated on the knees of the stone giants.  “This is the closest I have ever come to losing you.”  They were so wrapped up making sure each other were whole and safe that they missed Bilbo getting ready to leave and his hushed conversation with Bofur.  But they were very happy to see him appear after the chaos of Goblintown.

Warm and safe in a pile of hay at Beorn’s, the boys played gently with a puppy who reminded them of Floofer dipped in mud.  It was the first time they truly relaxed since leaving their home.  Nori noticed but said nothing.  He hated Thorin for upending their lives a second time.  Bofur elbowed Bilbo and they smiled together at the sight.

Nothing went right after they left Beorn’s.  Gandalf took off and left them.  They got attacked by giant, like bigger-than-a-pony giant, spiders in the Mirkwood and had to be saved by elves. Instead of thanking them, Thorin argued with the elf king and they ended up in dungeon cells.  He was not making an auspicious king.

Kili, on the other hand, thanked the red-haired elf who had saved him as he pushed past her to go in the cell with Fili, all while giving her an I-fucking-dare-you-to-try-me look.  He wasn’t going to be separated from Fili again.  They’d been aromantic platonic besties all up in each other’s shit for too long to stop now.

In a change of luck, Bilbo managed to stay hidden and steal the keys to the cells.  They were racing down the river in empty wine barrels before Thorin’s luck kicked back in.  Orcs attacked them.  Kili got shot in the leg opening the gate.  And then they had to go up through a toilet after being smuggled into Laketown.  Worst of all, Thorin decided to leave Kili behind when they left and expected Fili to go without him.  Even the dragon attack was less shocking.  And if all that weren’t bad enough, when Fili and Kili finally got to Erebor, Thorin had goldsickness and tried to throw Bilbo over the ramparts.  Fili was ready to climb over after him and take Kili home.  The problem was that Thorin knew where they lived.  They had to stay long enough to work something out.

Dain arrived shortly after Thorin made war with an army of elves and an army of Men at the same time.  He was their savior in more ways than one.  First, he turned his army of dwarves against attacking Orcs and shamed the men and elves into joining the battle.  Second, when Thorin died, he had no idea who Fili and Kili were.  Nori and Balin were able to swear the rest of the company to secrecy while the two “lost” princes found each other after the battle.

Cuddling together in an elf-sized healing cot, they talked about how they had escaped this fate once already and just wanted to get back to where there were happy.  There had been too much trauma and too little experience with normal relationships in their lives.  But they watched the others and realized that they didn’t want to live without each other and that what they had was very special.

Kili asked, “How long have you known?”

And Fili answered, “About as long as there have been stars in the sky.”

Later, Fili, Kili, and Bofur left with Bilbo.  To protect them, Bilbo wrote about their deaths in the sad ending of his book.  It brought a tear to Bofur’s eyes when he read it.

In reality, Fili and Kili arrived home, with Floofer, for in time for Yule.  Their blue paint was faded to a warm blue-green, like the color of the sea on a sunny day.  They had never been so happy to be home.

[luna-redamancy]

hii 💖

hope you had a lovely holiday & that you’re doing alright c: we have a new kitty her name is sweet pea she’s a little darling.

if I may request a human!reader courting an orc, one who’s decent enough that for their little spouse they don’t go after the other races if asked, getting introduced to their spouses friends ( like maybe the hobbit company or the lotr’s company ). I’m curious what you’d come up with an how things go— like orc spouse is trying their hardest to be on their best behavior but is awkward about it since they don’t often hang around the other races.

If that’s to confusing lol can I have you do headcanons or something with an orc trying to court human!reader?

( I’d prefer male or true gender neutral reader pretty please )

Hello, my dear!!! Sweet pea sounds adorable! What breed is she??

I hope you enjoy this little mix of drabble and headcanons, I went with a male reader and a lovely Himbo Orc:

Honestly, your orc husband is just so enthralled with you. 

Can you say obsessed but in a hyper-healthy way, because yes he is? Anything you want, you got. 

Being polite to everyone when you two are out in public? Done. 

Not throwing a punch at a racist elf that had a thing or two to say about you two? He’ll do it, but just for you and not wanting to make you upset. 

He initiated your courting with presenting you with a blade, crafted by his own hand with intricate runes in the handle that expressed his care for your heart.

Then it went sort of spiraling from there. 

You noticed your windows were drafty and made an annoyed comment about it the next morning when he asked how you slept, how each wind gust sent a shudder down your spine. You came home from work to new windows installed and no mess. 

He always wants to take care of you. Hard day at work? No worries darling, he’s cooking dinner and offering to rub your sore muscles after a nice bubble-bath he made for you. 

“Welcome to the party-Oh,” Bilbo reared back, as if physically trying to stop himself from verbalizing his surprise. You had talked about bringing your spouse to this gathering, but he never expected an orc. 

“Welcome, welcome,” Bilbo got over his surprise as your husband introduced himself, smiling politely and moving to the side to allow the two of you entry. 

“Who’s at the door?” Ori called from the kitchen, exiting while holding a slice of bread- eyes wide and curious.

“(Y/n)! Welcome, laddie!” Bofur pushed past Ori, rushing to give you a hug whilst your husband stood awkwardly to the side. 

“Who’s this?” Bofur said, noticing the tall fellow awkwardly admiring Bilbo’s knicknacks. 

“That’s my husband, he doesn’t get out much,” You murmured lowly, trying to convey the silent message to take it easy on him. 

Bofur gave a knowing nod before releasing you from the embrace and moving towards your husband. “Bofur, at your service!” 

Your poor orc husband tried his hardest not to exert any strength as he shook the dwarf’s hand, seemingly holding his breath until Bofur moved on to go find Bombur in the pantry. 

You two caught eyes and he gave a tentative smile, making you melt internally. He was trying so hard to not frighten anyone or worry you. 

A himbo who drinks “I love my husband” juice on the DAILY

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The Hobbit - Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

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Running Through a Meadow at Top Speed.

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

TW- Injury, danger and violence.

Words- 1238

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

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

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

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

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

“N... No, I wasn’t,” she argued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is that? 

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

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

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

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

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

“Your majesty.” He said bowing

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lathalea]

good day my king, it’s jaybird again. i was wondering if you could share any recipes of bombur’s, namely one with potatoes and hearty protein (i know how dwarves favor a carnivorous diet). i’m in need of suggestions for an important dinner i am to cook for some dear friends of mine, and many reliable sources tell me how savory his cooking always is. i hope you’re having a restful day, it’s probably getting very cold around the mountain now. stay warm!

sincerely, jaybird

🍪

Dear Lady Jaybird,

It is a rare honour to receive your letter. I hope the raven I am sending to you with my reply arrives on time and in good health. During the last two weeks we have had three large snowstorms and only today the weather has cleared sufficiently to allow Rawk to travel. If you would be so kind as to ensure that he is warm, well-fed and sufficiently rested before he embarks on the return trip, I would be endlessly grateful.

As you can perhaps imagine, this has been a busy time for Bombur, but as soon as he heard that you are in search of a fitting meal for your friends, he provided me with one of his favourite recipes. He asks your forgiveness since he is not familiar with the units of measurement or volume you prefer nor is he aware of your food preferences or allergies (if any). Please feel free to adjust the recipe as you see fit.

Bombur’s Hearty Winter Casserole

INGREDIENTS 4.5 lbs /2 kgs potatoes 2.5 lbs/1 kg smoked sausage 0.7 lb/300 g smoked bacon 4 onions 4 carrots 0.9 lbs / 400 g green peas (canned green peas work well too) Shredded cheese of your choice (as much as you like) Salt, pepper

METHOD

1. Peel and boil the potatoes until they are still a bit hard. "We do not want them to turn into a mush!" Bombur says.

2. Peel and slice the carrots and onions. When the potatoes have cooled down, slice them too. The slices should not be too thin. 

3. Grease a cast-iron pot (Bofur’s favourite!) or a casserole with oil. Preheat the oven to 350*F/180*C. You can also prepare it on a stovetop or over a fire if you happen to find yourself in wilderness. In that case, you can add half a cup of water at the end and cover the pot with a lid.

3. Slice the sausage and bacon and then fry until golden brown. Bombur says that a bit thicker slices work very well here.

4. Put a layer of smoked bacon on the bottom of the casserole.

5. The next layer should contain potato, carrot and onion slices on top of the bacon. Add some green peas. Season the layer with salt and pepper.

6. Layer the sausage on top of the vegetables.

7. Repeat layers as many times as you need.

8. Put a few slices of bacon on top as the last layer.

9.  Bake for about 30 minutes.

10. Open the oven, sprinkle with shredded cheese.

11. Bake for around 15 minutes more or until the cheese melts nicely.

12. Time to eat! 

Attached to this letter you will find a picture of this fine meal made by the talented Ori.

Both Bombur and I hope that you and your friends will find this meal to your liking!

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

[fellowshipofthefics]

THIS IS THE LAST OFFICIAL UPDATE FOR ROUND 1! 

Winners will be announced at 9am CST on Mar. 9th with the start of Round 2. So there is still plenty of time to see your character through to the next round!

Don’t forget  to submit your fics to this form! AO3 or Tumblr format is accepted!

Dont’ know the rules? Check that out HERE!

RESULTS SO FAR:

Bracket A:

Thorin (10) v. Feanor (2)- THORIN is in the lead!

Lobelia (0) v. Merry (2)- MERRY is in the lead!

Nori (4) v. Eomer (3)- NORI is in the lead!

Dwalin (3) v. Dis (3)- It’s a tie! (Both characters will move on.)

Kili (3) v. Narvi (0)- KILI is in the lead!

Dori (2) v. Maedhros (10)- MAEDHROS is in the lead!

Eowyn (0) v. Elrond (3)- ELROND is in the lead!

Frodo (3) v. Sauron (0)- FRODO is in the lead!

Bracket B:

Ori (34) v. LOTR Wild Card (0)- ORI is in the lead!

Haldir (0) v. Oin (1)- OIN is in the lead!

Thranduil (1) v. Lindir (0)- THRANDUIL is in the lead!

Boromir (8) v. Dain (0)- BOROMIR is in the lead!

Aragorn (3) v. Elros (2)- ARAGORN is in the lead!

Bombur (0) v. Erestor (2)- ERESTOR is in the lead!

Arwen (0) v. Glorfindel (1)- GLORFINDEL is in the lead!

Fili (7) v. Galadriel (0)- FILI is in the lead!

Bracket C:

Bilbo (14) v. Azog (1)/Belladonna (1)/Bungo (1)/Thror (1)- BILBO is in the lead!

Faramir (2) v. Pippin (3)- PIPPIN is in the lead!

Gimli (2) v. Fingon (8)- FINGON is in the lead!

Bofur (1) v. Melkor (0)- BOFUR is in the lead!

Bard (2) v. Celebrimbor (2)- It’s a tie! (Both characters will move on.)

Legolas (2) v. Maglor (4)- MAGLOR is in the lead!

Balin (1) v. Smaug (0)- BALIN is in the lead!

Sam (4) v. Gandalf (1)- SAM is in the lead!

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Dissonance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ts1r63R

by EphemeralDawn

Overhead, the seven stars of Durin’s Crown gleamed: a good omen, a sign of a kingdom to be claimed. The Hammer, unclouded: decisive action to be taken. And the diamond shape of the Giver’s Fruit: a bounty awaited.

But I looked into the water and saw only Thorin’s head, surrounded by the dark. And Thorin himself, watching me, with eyes like ice and blue fire both.

Words: 3709, Chapters: 1/23, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Arkenstone, The One Ring, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Eagles of Manwë, Beorn (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Thorin Oakenshield & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Tragedy, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Butterfly Effect, Not A Fix-It, Filipino Character, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Denial of Feelings, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Trauma, Modern Girl in Middle Earth, Big Warning For Character Death, And The Ruin Of Canon, Repressed Memories, Past Child Abuse, Pining, Dwarven Politics, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Mental Instability, Slow Burn, Soul Bond, OC is Aussie, Expect Liberal Use Of The C Bomb

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[levithestripper]

if you say no they’ll cry: ori and kili

pretends not to care but secretly they really want you to still love them if they were a worm: thorin, nori, and dwalin

wants you to be a worm with them: fili and bofur

would want to be put in a little garden: bombur, bilbo, and dori

grateful you said no b/c worms terrify them: bifur and gloin

doesn’t understand why they’d want to be a worm: oin and balin

very important question: how would Thorin's company react to the "would you still love me if i was a worm" question?

[meteors-lotr]

Bilbo: Guys, we have news! We-

Fíli: You’re going to jail? For- for embezzlement? Is it- oh oh, you murdered someone! You wouldn’t! You killed- you killed the king of Dale?!

Thorin: Fíli! What are you doing?

Fíli: Sorry, I just wanted to guess before you told us

Thorin:

Bilbo:

Thorin: And you guess assassination?

Bofur: Okay Fíli, Bilbo is not going to jail

Bilbo: Thank you

Bofur: Because we’re gonna have the best attorneys in the business, right?!

Bilbo: Okay stop, this is supposed to be happy news, so can you stop shouting out all of your-

Kíli: You’re moving to Mirkwood?!

Balin: Is someone dying?

Nori: Oh, gambling addiction!

Fíli: You’re actually planning to kill the king of Dale?!

Bilbo: Dear valars...

[tolkienpressure]

Tolkien Pressure 197/200

[coffeeandparchment]

Bofur is a lad

That’s it

That’s the tea

We love and cherish James Nesbitt in this house

[pallas-cat]

anyway botfa still hurts

[ravensliterature]

Poisoned Arrow Pt. II

A/N: I have gotten a couple of requests to make a request to Poisoned Arrow so I decided to do so. 

Part 1

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

warnings: Nothing really

w/c: 2841

Prompt: Laketown has been destroyed by Smaug. What will the ramifications be? Your father (Thorin) is being overcome by dragon sickness and it appears a war is starting on your doorstep

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Legolas had to see his parents kiss. Gross. Thranduil didn't care if you both got caught; he was just happy you were alive. You felt the poison and its effects leave your body quickly thanks to the elven healers Thranduil learned from. Everyone seemed to relax, knowing the orcs were currently gone and you were going to live. This moment was short-lived when a roar was heard from the sky.

Thranduil's eyes darted toward the sound, and his expression changed drastically as he ran from your side toward the entranceway. Legolas followed him without hesitation to see what was making the noise from above. A dark shadow covered the sun, and you heard the people of Laketown scream and the bells of the town began to ring. Your eyes widened as your heart pounded loudly in your chest; this couldn't be happening. Legolas looked on in horror while your husband had a face of dread. Smaug.

"Legolas, escort the dwarves and humans to a boat. Now!" Thranduil demanded before leaving with a swift nod toward his son who stood frozen. You tried to get up, but you fell back onto your bed and let out a groan at the pain radiating through your body from the lingering effects. There wasn't much time left, so you closed your eyes tight and prayed that everything would go smoothly for everyone. Thranduil picked you up bridal style, recognizing your inability to fully stand yet.

"Everyone, to the boat!" Legolas shouted, escorting the human children who were clinging to him. Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur followed swiftly after. Finally, you and Thranduil entered the boat before drifting off down the river in the hopes of escaping. The fire covered the town as the dragon took his anger out on the village. All you could do was pray for everyone else. For Thorin. For Bilbo. For the rest of the company.

You held onto Thranduil tightly with a grip like iron as you watched the city burn before turning your attention to Thranduil again. He was pale and shaky, with worry etched into his features, but his expression was set firm. The boat drifted further down the river, and you saw a screech from the sky. Smaug was falling into the town, and Bard could be seen on the bell tower with his bow. An arrow struck the dragon in the chest, causing it to stumble and fall forward toward the water. You watched helplessly as Smaug crashed into Lake Town. The ship rocked violently, sending your boat further down the river in a wave. Thranduil grasped onto you tightly while everyone else grabbed onto the boat.

It was early morning when the fishing boat you all fled to safety on reached the shore. Everyone was exhausted and in need of food. When you finally made it safely onto land, you were met with a town without a home as they surrounded you all. Bard's girls were reunited with him, and at this moment, you were able to walk normally again.

"Nin meleth, I need to see my father. I need to make sure he is alright," you said to your husband. He placed a hand on your cheek softly and gave you a sad look.

"I know, my love. I know you will not be able to rest until you finish this journey," he said, looking straight into your eyes. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. He knew better than to get in your way, especially when it comes to family. You pulled away and looked around, seeing nothing else but ruins, people, bodies, and ash.

"This isn't good..." you mumbled softly at the same time Legolas began walking toward your side. "Mirkwood has been notified of the state of Laketown and will be sending aid for these people," he explained. He looked over at you and gave you a nod.

"Good job, my son, we are very proud," Thranduil said, smiling brightly at Legolas.

"Thanks, Father," Legolas replied. You watched the exchange between the two of them and smiled. It warmed your heart to see such close ties between the two of them. Legolas moved over to you as you turned around and placed your arm around his shoulder. You smiled lightly and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I will see you when this is all over, my son," you whispered. He squeezed your arm gently.

"Of course, mother. We will meet soon," Legolas replied, leaning his head against yours.

You and Legolas broke apart as he left to help with any healing that he could, leaving you and Thranduil to your discussion once more.

"So, my dear wife... I think we should talk about something rather important right now," Thranduil said, placing a hand under your chin and raising your face to look him in the eye.

"What do you mean?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. He sighed softly and placed a gentle peck on your lips. His hand found its way into your hair and tangled your fingers together.

"You are still recovering from the injury, and you will be able to walk fine, but be careful," he answered, resting his forehead against yours. "I need you in one piece," he murmured, kissing your temple. You nodded in response and wrapped an arm around him. He slowly backed away from you and turned back around. The King was to return to ensure aid was brought to the people of Laketown.

You made your way over to Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur who were waiting. After making sure you had everything you needed, you began your climb up the mountain to the entrance of Erebor, where you grew up.

As you approached the gates of Erebor, you realized how much larger it looked compared to how you remembered. The stone towers looked tall and strong, though they were crumbling from age. But there was still something familiar to it. Like an old friend that you haven't seen in years but missed dearly. Your reminiscing was cut short when you realized the entranceway was destroyed by Smaug's leave. Were they all dead? Was your father alive? You all had the same thought as your casual walking pace turned into a sprint as you all entered the ancient kingdom.

"Hello!" Bofur yelled into the echoing halls, searching for anyone. No response came, and it only served to worry you and the others further. "Bifur!? Anybody!?" Bofur called, hoping someone might hear him. You glanced at Bofur worriedly as you all continued to walk. You decided that you all would continue to trek the halls until you found everyone. Alive or dead.

"Wait! Wait!" a voice rang through the mountain as you all walked down the stairs further into Erebor. You recognized that voice. "It's Bilbo!" Kili exclaimed. You smiled widely as you all ran towards him. You stopped running abruptly when you got to the hobbit.

"Stop! Stop!" Bilbo yelled. You all froze in fear, wondering what was wrong. He looked terrified, and his eyes were wide with panic. "You need to leave. We all need to leave," he breathed, trying to compose himself. You frowned in confusion as everyone stared at the hobbit. Why would he want to leave? Then it hit you... your father.

"We only just got here?" Bofur said in disbelief. You all stared at Bilbo in shock for a few moments, but you knew. You already knew. The dragon sickness was already in effect. "I have tried talking to him, but he won't listen. Thorin has been down there for days. He doesn't sleep. He barely eats. He's not been himself."

Without notice, Fili sprints down the stairs, catching the attention of everyone as you decide to follow suit.

You could feel the fear creeping inside of you as you all followed Fili through the maze of hallways, and you got closer to the room glowing with gold. You felt your heart stop when you saw Thorin in royal garb in a sea of gold coins. The sickness was too powerful, and it was already affecting his mind.

"Gold. Gold beyond measure," your father muttered as he stared at the coins before him. Your breath caught in your throat, and your knees buckled as you struggled to remain upright. You feared this the moment you set on this journey. You thought he was strong enough to resist it. Hoped that he was. "Beyond sorrow and grief. Behold the great treasure of Thror. Welcome, my daughter and sister's sons, to the Kingdom of Erebor!"

Your father raised a ruby, throwing it to Fili as he caught it. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at your father. Kili sensed your pain as he grabbed your elbow in an attempt to drag you away from the sight. "Let's find everyone else," he whispered. You let yourself be pulled away from the scene and back up the stairs with the others.

Everyone was alive, but your joy was short-lived as Thorin put you all to work in search of the Arkenstone. The valued treasure above all. While everyone was searching, you tried to find a moment to break away. You couldn't be a part of this. You made your way to a balcony on Erebor overlooking the burned town. All that death for a stone and the decline of your father. It wasn't worth it. You reclaimed your home but at the cost of this? Finally, the tears you had built up began to fall. Your tears were interrupted when you saw an army of elves walk upon Erebor. Leading them was your husband? What was going on? Were they here because of you? As you stood there trying desperately to control your emotions, your attention is drawn to the man you love. As you continue to stare you see a man riding on a horse riding further than the rest up to the gate. As he got closer into view, you saw a familiar lock of black hair. Bard? As you peered over the edge, a raven flew above your head. You assumed it was likely Thorin telling your aunt they had reclaimed the mountain.

You weren't the only one who saw him as you saw your father walk down below to greet your guest. He appeared at the door talking with Bard through a hole allowing them to see each other's faces.

"I'm listening," Thorin said looking over at Bard with furrowed brows. Bard took in a deep sigh. "On behalf of the people of Laketown, I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so they can rebuild their lives."

Bard suggested. Thorin remained silent. "Please," Bard pleaded. Thorin sighed deeply before saying, "I will not trade with any man while an armed host lies before my door."

You could hear Bard scoff in frustration, "That armed host will attack this mountain if we do not come to terms." You were happy Thranduil was aiding the people, but he wouldn't attack you, all right? Would he?

"Your threats do not sway me," Thorin replied.

You could hear Bard curse under his breath, "What of your conscious? Does it not tell you our cause is just? My people offered you help and helped save your daughter's life. And in return, you brought upon them only ruin and death."

Thorin shook his head in disbelief. "Why do the men of Laketown only come to our aid when for the promise of rich reward."

"A bargain was struck!"

"Begone! Let our arrows fly!" Thorin roared.

Your gaze snapped up in horror. Arrows. They meant war.

You could hear Bard shouting out insults and promises of bloodshed as he ran off in the direction of the human camp with the elves following him. You watched in silence and shock as Thorin walked away from the door fuming. "He is gone..." You murmured to yourself as just peered over the patio scared to return to the rest. You wanted to believe that your father is still in there. That he hopefully won't start an all-out war. You continued to stare wondering what would happen next until you heard footsteps coming down the pathway of the patio. You followed the noise to see Bilbo hooking himself to the wall, yanking on the wall, and testing its strength.

"Bilbo? What are you doing?" you asked, stepping forward worriedly. "Are you alright?"

He nodded his head sadly "The dragon sickness has taken hold of your father. I am saving him." After his declaration, Bilbo held out a glittering jewel-like none you'd ever seen.

You gasped softly, "The Arkenstone." You moved toward Bilbo, examining it with curiosity, noticing the gems on its inner surface seemed to glow slightly brighter than the rest. "Where did you get this?"

"I found it. I planned to give it to your husband and Bard," Bilbo said.

"I'm coming with you."

"No," Bilbo stated firmly, and you frowned, confused. "Do you know how Thorin will react knowing his daughter betrayed him in this state? He'll kill you!" Bilbo warned.

"I have no intention of dying today," you said determined to go with him. "He would never hurt me."

"How do you know?" Bilbo questioned. You ignored the question as you stepped closer to the balcony and then pointed down, gesturing for him to climb down. Once at the bottom, you used his rope to climb down as well. You quickly climbed down to the ground and stood beside Bilbo. Both of you looked around to see if anyone saw you guys scale down the wall. When the coast appeared clear, you ran towards the human camp.

"Y/N..." Thranduil gasped as he stood up for his chair in the tent as you were escorted by Gandalf and Bard with Bilbo in tow. "Oh thank Valar you're safe," he said grabbing you tightly into a warm hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your face into his chest. "I am safe, my love," you mumbled in relief. You pulled back from the embrace and looked into his blue orbs and smiled. His eyes shone, and his skin glowed as you both gazed at each other lovingly.

"What brings you both here?" Bard asked raising an eyebrow.

"We came to give you this," Bilbo said pulling the Arkenstone from his pocket. Thranduil's jaw nearly dropped as he watched the hobbit place the jewel on the table with Gandalf and Bard doing the same. There was silence. Everyone was staring at the jewel in shock as Bilbo spoke up, breaking the silence. "We both took it as our 14th share of the treasure."

"Why would you do this? The hobbit especially doesn't owe us any loyalty," Bard questioned.

"We are not doing it for you. I have grown very fond of them and Y/N and I will save them all if I can," Bilbo explained.

Gandalf looked at Bilbo, surprised by his words and nodded slowly, "If that is what you wish. But I hope your plan works," he told the hobbit.

"Me too," you mumbled. "Thank you for bringing us here, Master Baggins." You said smiling gratefully up at him. He grinned in response before leaving the room with Bard and Gandalf leaving you and your husband alone. You felt something brush against your cheek. Glancing down, Thranduil leaned down kissing you gently. "It is good to see you again, my love. I'm sorry it has come to this."

"So am I," you sighed as you stared at the beautiful jewel that lay on the table. "But why have you come? I thought you were only aiding the humans with food and supplies?" You inquired. "Food and supplies will not rebuild their homes, my dear. They need resources and your father made a promise. My army was only to act as a warning. I didn't think dragon sickness would take him this quickly."

"What are we going to do?" you asked.

"Tomorrow, I need you to stay here. If the sickness has truly claimed him, he will hurt you."

"No. Me being there will stop him from hurting you all."

He smiled sadly before leaning down once again placing another soft kiss on your lips. "Let us worry about this tomorrow. Tonight is mine to enjoy with my wife." With that, he kissed you tenderly once more. You allowed your eyes to close, allowing yourself the opportunity to relax for the first time since you arrived. You soon became lost in his touch and his scent. It reminded you of the times he would hold you and make you feel special and loved. It also reminded you how much you wanted to feel those things again. You pulled apart after a while and placed a small chaste kiss on his lips. "Will you stay with me tonight? Let us worry about tomorrow later."

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