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Concerning Hobbits

Pairing: Fili x hobbit f!reader

Request: Anonymous asked: Could I request a Fili fic where the reader is a hobbit and really close friends with Bilbo so he has brought them with him to Erebor several times and between their last visit and their current visit Fili has been exchanging letters with Bilbo to learn about Hobbit courting etiquette so he can ask the reader out?

A/N:I hope you enjoy it! I'm honoured you trusted me with this request, especially since I haven't written for Fili before.

Genre: Fluff/romance

Description: Fili enlists the help of Bilbo to learn about hobbit courting customs in order to ask you out in the best way possible.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1471

You’d always been close to Bilbo, he was like a brother to you, so it was only natural that you thoroughly questioned him when he came back months after disappearing so suddenly.

His tale fascinated you, more than it should fascinate a respectable hobbit. You asked questions, about the elves, about the mountain, about Smaug, but most of all, about his 13 companions, the dwarves.

You’d never met anyone who wasn’t a hobbit, but ever since you were young you’d had a fascination with the race of dwarves, reading books about them, begging your parents to bring you back hand-crafted items the dwarves in Bree were selling.

So yes, it was only expected that you would be most interested in Bilbo’s companions - how you wished you’d been able to meet them. But most particularly, you were fascinated by the Durin’s, especially the golden-haired prince who’s good nature and humour Bilbo would fondly talk about.

Therefore, when Bilbo casually mentioned returning to Erebor to visit his friends you immediately begged to go with him. Knowing how much it would mean to you, particularly with your birthday coming up as you so kindly reminded him, he agreed, and one letter to the dwarf king later the two of you were on the road.

To everyone’s (or no-one’s) surprise, you and Fili hit it off immediately. The golden-haired prince had taken an instant liking to you and you to him.

The second visit was much the same, except the relationship between the two of you only grew stronger as you grew closer and closer to the line between friends and something more.

Both of you were beginning to feel things for each other that went beyond friendship, but neither of you said anything as you left with Bilbo once more, this time with a promise to write.

Neither of you noticed the knowing glance Thorin and Bilbo had shared, and after you left, Fili had been subjected to endless teasing from his brother until Tauriel of all people had taken pity on the heir and reminded Kili that he was just as smitten, if not more.

In the weeks after the trip, you and Fili had sent letter after letter to each other, and when Bilbo mentioned taking you on another visit you’d instantly agreed, the blond still vivid in your mind.

What Bilbo didn’t tell you, was that you weren’t the only one who had been in regular contact with Fili. Ever since he had returned to Bag End his mailbox had been full of letters from Fili asking all kinds of questions about hobbits and their courting customs.

It was bad enough reading and answering the incredibly long letters that seemed to revolve around you, but he also had to hide them from you - something that was quite difficult since you’d often bring in his mail for him when you came over for breakfast, forcing him to wake up even earlier to snatch any letters Fili should send before you came over.

In the end, he had sent a thick book regarding hobbits and their customs which had seemed to satisfy the dwarf for the foreseeable future.

Now, he was finally taking you to Erebor again, and you were beyond excited. Little did you know, but Fili, upon hearing of your visit, had been a flustered mess, his usually calm demeanour seemingly gone as he scoured the text in the book over and over as he scurried to make sure that everything was perfect as he anticipated your arrival.

No one commented when your greeting with Fili was far from ‘formal’, his arms winding around your waist as he lifted you from the ground and spun you around, your laugh ringing through the air, your curls bouncing when he set you down.

It wasn’t until later that Fili asked you if he could show you something and the two of you excused yourselves from the company.

You completely missed Kili’s encouraging wink and thumbs up to his brother from behind your back.

Fili didn’t tell you where he was leading you as he led you through halls you’d never seen before. You were about to ask when he pulled open a door, gesturing for you to step through and you stepped into perhaps the most beautiful part of Erebor you’d seen.

It was a terrace, or courtyard of sorts, jutting out from the mountain and looking over Dale, but it wasn’t the view that amazed you most.

The terrace was more like a garden, with grass instead of stone and all sorts of brightly coloured flowers blooming in various places - some you recognised, some you didn’t.

You turned to Fili, a bright smile adorning your face. “This is amazing. Has this always been here?”

He shifted, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sort of. It was awful when I first found it. I’ve been fixing it up since your last visit. I thought you’d like it.”

“I love it!” You assured him, walking further out, relishing the feeling of glass tickling your feet again as you headed towards the only non-plant in the place; a yellow picnic rug set out with your favourite foods.

Fili followed you to the rug, watching you sit down and look admiringly at the food.

“Did you make this too?” You asked, half joking.

To your surprise he didn’t object. “Bombour helped. I hope it’s alright.”

You stared at him for a moment. Did he realise that in The Shire something like this would be seen as an intention to court? Or was he just being friendly? You smiled. “I’m sure it will be.”

As you ate, you couldn’t help but notice that Fili was acting a bit strangely. Yes, he would laugh and smile, but he fidgeted when he thought you weren’t looking and only picked at the food.

You set your plate aside. “Is there a reason for all this? Or am I just that good a friend?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean…” He sighed, seemingly building up his courage before he faced you. “Maybe this will tell you what I mean.

He reached behind him to pick up a bouquet which he then held out to you.

You accepted the bundle of carefully picked flowers, a few immediately sticking out to you. Red roses, both white and pink camellias, red carnations, orchids and tulips.

Clearly, in the eyes of a hobbit, a declaration of love and adoration.

You glanced up at the blond, who was watching you with a hopeful expression. “You know, in The Shire, this sort of thing would be considered a clear intention to court. A declaration of love, even.”

“And what would you say if that’s exactly what it is?”

You smiled, leaning across to place a quick kiss to his lips before leaning back, watching the expression of surprise and happiness cross Fili’s face. “I’d say I accept and the feelings are returned.”

He smiled, leaning closer to brush a stay piece of hair behind your slightly pointed ear, letting his fingers linger. “That’s good, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

He kissed you again, this time lingering longer, the remaining food all but forgotten as your grip on the bouquet loosened and you leaned into the kiss.

You’d be lying to say that you’d never thought about what the Prince’s lips would feel like against yours, how his beard would brush against your skin, and it was safe to say that this surpassed even your wildest dreams.

Fili pulled away, blue eyes shining. “Maybe later I can show you our courting customs.”

“I’d like that.” You murmured. “How did you know all this stuff?” You asked, glancing down to admire the bundle of flowers in your hands again.

“I asked Bilbo.” Fili admitted. “And he sent me a book.”

“What book?” You questioned with a smile. You found it adorable that he’d put in so much effort for you.

He grinned back. “Concerning Hobbits.”

~

Bilbo wasn’t surprised when you nervously pulled him aside the day before you were to leave, glancing anxiously at Fili over the other hobbit’s shoulder, who nodded encouragingly. He’d already talked to his uncle, who had agreed that you should be the one to talk to Bilbo.

“Bilbo?” You began, “Bilbo, I’m not ready to go home. I want to stay here…with Fili…” At his silence you rushed on. “I don’t want to upset you, and I’ll miss you but-”

Your long time friend wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I understand. You don’t need to explain yourself.” He pulled back, smiling at you. “I’m happy for you.”

So with a promise to visit again soon and one last hug, Bilbo left Erebor, and you remained behind, Fili’s warm hand around yours as you returned his radiant smile.

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You Love Bread!

Chapter 8

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You wake up from your fainting spell to a group of very concerned dwarves. Thorin in particular would like some answers, and might just have a few ideas up his sleeve to solve your problem...

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, NSFW, 18+, Minors do not interact, smut, implied eating disorder/starvation

author's note: This chapter ended up being sooo much longer than I anticipated, so I had to break it up into 2 parts. Don't hate me for where I choose to leave this one off😅

Word count: 2121

Someone is pressing a cold cloth to your forehead when you slowly start to drift back into consciousness. You groan as you start to regain feeling in your fingers and toes again. 

It takes a moment for the memory of what happened to flood back in and your breath hitches in a jolt of panic as your eyes snap open and you scramble to get back to your feet. 

“Woah, easy there lass,” Fili’s voice comes from behind you and he removes the cloth from your face to place a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting back up just yet.

“I’m fine,” you grumble, shaking him off.

“No you’re not,” Kili chuckles from your side. “You swooned into Thorin’s arms like some kind of damsel in distress. You need to take it slow.”

The brothers both bring a hand to your back, gently helping you to sit up further. Fili hands the cool cloth over to you and you sigh in relief as you slide it along your neck and chest. 

Ironically you feel a lot better than you did before you passed out. A gentle breeze blows through your hair, and looking around you can see you are no longer in the same place you were when you lost consciousness. 

Someone has carried you off the path to lie in a patch of grass alongside a small lake. The rest of the company must be waiting nearby as you can hear their booming voices through the trees and can smell the smoke of a campfire and food cooking over the flames. You feel something soft beneath you and look down to find yourself laying on a fur cloak. Thorin’s cloak. 

You look around to try and find him. Farther down the lake you see him conversing with Oin and Bombur. They speak in hushed tones but judging by the troubled looks on their faces it’s safe to assume they’re talking about you.

“She’s awake, uncle,” Kili calls from behind you and Thorin’s head snaps to look over at you. He says something to Oin and they both hurry over to you. 

“Welcome back, lassie,” Oin says, “you gave us quite a fright.”

“You need to eat something,” Thorin says, signaling to Bombur to bring you some food. 

“I’m not hungry,” you tell him, “I just got too hot is all.”

“That wasn’t just heat stroke,” Oin replies with concern, “you’re still very pale and Thorin says you’ve been weak and disoriented all day.”

Of course, he did. You look over at him with a glare. 

“Well then he would be mistaken, I’m perfectly fine.” you lie. 

Bombur finally returns and approaches you with a bowl of soup and some bread but you shake your head, waving him off. 

“I’m not hungry,” you tell them again, “I’m ready to get back on the road I just need a minute to catch my breath.”

“We’re not going anywhere. The others have already started making camp here for the evening, we’ll start up again in the morning,” Thorin insists. He takes the bread from Bombur and shoos him away with the rest.

“But Durin’s day-” you protest, knowing your deadline is fast approaching.

“We can afford to wait a little longer, we already covered enough ground today. Here,” he replies, offering you the bread, “just eat some of this.”

You push his hand away with another shake of your head. You can keep going you know you can. You’ve put a good amount of distance between you and the orcs already; you won’t jeopardize that now. 

“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you refuse bread,” Kili comments with a nervous chuckle.

“You love bread,” Fili agrees. 

You pay them no mind, keeping your eyes locked on Thorin’s as he thoughtfully examines your face. He’s given you no indication yet that he knows your real motives. How could he?

“Leave us,” he instructs the others, still looking at you. 

They all hurry off towards camp without protest. 

Fili hands the damp cloth over to his uncle and gives you another worried look before joining the others. 

Thorin is still looking at you in silence. Your anxiety gets the better of you and you pull your gaze away to look down at the ground, trying to feign innocence. 

He still says nothing. 

Does he expect you to speak first? Perhaps he’s hoping that if he waits long enough you’ll divulge everything to him on your own. 

That’s not going to happen, you laugh to yourself.

He rises to his feet with a sigh, but you still refuse to look at him as he makes his way over to the nearby lake. You hear him dip the cloth back into the water and wring it out before coming to sit in front of you.

He brings two fingers up to your chin, and gently turns your face to look at him. You’re too exhausted to fight him. 

His hand slides down to your neck, gently tipping your head back so he can see you better. You refuse to let your eyes meet his, instead electing to look over his shoulder at the light reflecting off the lake.

You shudder as he brings the cool cloth up to your face, tracing a slow line from your temple all the way down to your jaw. 

“Bombur says he hasn’t seen you eat anything since Rivendell. No one has,” Thorin’s voice is gentle and cautious. Not at all what you were expecting. 

You finally meet his eyes to see they are not angry as you were expecting. Instead, they’re full of fear. You can’t remember the last time you saw this side of Thorin, if ever. 

The cloth makes its way down the column of your neck, inching its way closer and closer towards the top of your breasts. You hate how much you ache for him to touch you there again.

Maybe it’s your desire or his rare show of vulnerability but you can’t help the words that escape your lips. 

“Orcs can smell blood,” you whisper. 

The cloth freezes just above your collarbone and he looks at you in confusion. 

“I’m due to start my monthly cycle in the next few days,” you clarify and can see as the last pieces of the mental puzzle fall into place.

His brow furrows and his hand drops away from your chest.

“You heard what Lord Elrond said. If we are being hunted by Orcs I didn’t want to lead them right to us. I figured if I stopped eating for a while the bleeding wouldn’t start and it would buy us more time to get them off our backs.”

You bite your bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the lecture to begin. For him to yell and shout and tell you how reckless you were, or even worse to send you away from the company until you’re no longer a liability. 

But he doesn’t. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t I tell you I was about to start menstruating while we’re being hunted by a pack of orcs?”

“Did you think I’d be angry with you?” he scoffs, “over something you can’t control?”

“No, Thorin,” you snap, “I thought you’d send me away. Again!”

He blinks at you in surprise. 

“If me being here puts everyone else in jeopardy, if it puts our quest in jeopardy, then that makes me a liability and it is your duty as king to send me away.”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me what my duty is,” his voice drops into a low growl and his fists begin to clench sending drops of water running down his knuckles from the cloth still in his hand.

“Quest or no quest I am also responsible for the well-being of my people which includes you in case you’ve forgotten. I will not allow you to do something so reckless and idiotic! How can you expect me to successfully lead this company to Erebor if you’re starving yourself while my back is turned? If you had told me earlier we could have found a better solution that didn’t cause you to faint in the middle of the road!”

“You mean if I had told you earlier, you could have left me behind in Rivendell instead of slowing the company down?” you snap back as he moves his face closer to yours. You can see the angry clench of his jaw, and the furrowed lines of his brow that seem to be a permanent facial feature on him.

“I would have thought you’d prefer the company of elves over that of your kin, you certainly seemed to enjoy Lord Elrond’s the other night-” 

You still feel weak from hunger but somehow the rage his words inspire gathers up enough strength for you to roughly shove him away from you. He barely budges and you lift your arms to shove him again, but this time he catches you, grabbing you by the wrists keeping you firmly in place. He pulls you closer into his chest until you’re almost nose to nose. 

“You will stay here with us and you will do so with a full belly. I need you to keep your strength up for the journey ahead and the orcs pursuing us. And I swear to you,” he says with a growl, “ If I ever hear about you trying to starve yourself again, I will personally shove every last crumb down your throat. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh I have no doubt you’ve been dying to shove something down my throat,” you purr with a wicked grin, “which is why I don’t intend to give you the satisfaction, your grace.”

His grip on your wrists tightens.

“We’ll see about that,” he growls, letting go of your wrists. Before you can even blink his hands are grabbing your face, pulling your lips into his in an angry, passionate kiss. 

You know you should resist him, or at least pretend like you don’t want him as badly as he clearly wants you. But seeing as you are quite literally starving, and he tastes absolutely amazing…

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you. You groan in pleasure as his tongue sneaks past your lips forcing himself deeper inside your mouth. His hands leave your face and travel down your body to cup your ass firmly, pulling you into his lap.

You can feel his arousal through his trousers, stabbing your upper thigh, so close to where you want him but not quite close enough. 

He drags his teeth along your bottom lip before starting to kiss a slow path along your jawline and down your neck, biting at your flesh as he travels further and further down. 

You free a hand from his hair and reach it down between the two of you. You press your palm against his length and he growls into your neck. You want to tease him, to drive him to the edge of insanity until he is completely addicted to you. But not as badly as you want to feel him, all of him. You bring your other hand down to help unfasten his pants but before you can succeed he suddenly has you on your back beneath him, wrists held firmly overhead. 

You growl and squirm trying to free yourself but you both know you’re not exactly at fighting strength at the moment. You are completely at his mercy and you can’t stand it. 

“Please,” you whine, trying helplessly to press your body up to meet his again but he refuses to budge. “I need it,” you complain. 

“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he whispers, his beard tickling your face. He releases just one of his hands, moving your free wrist to join the other and your breath hitches in anticipation, hoping that hand is about to touch you in all the places that ache for him.

You open your mouth to beg for just that when something soft is suddenly stuffed into your mouth. 

You blink at him in confusion before your taste buds can identify the unexpected guest.

Bread!

“You’re going to eat every last crumb,” he demands, “and when you’re done with that you’ll have more. I’m going to stay here and watch you eat every last bite, then and only then, will you get your other needs fulfilled. Do you understand?” 

You nod eagerly, unable to speak around the roll he shoved in your mouth.

His breath his hot against your cheek as he brings his lips closer towards your ear.

“Good girl,” he growls

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Whumptober Day 28 - Denial

Tauriel x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Tauriel struggles to accept Kili's death.

Warnings/Notes: Y'all this is so rushed but I lost motivation half way through. It's fine

Word Count: 1308

  You watched the red headed elf descend from the mountain, following the Kings lead like a lost puppy. Her chin was tucked to her chest, eyes downcast and dim.

  As she passed you by she barely even looked your way. She didn’t even notice you were there. Her shoulders sagged with each step, body slowly crumpling the longer she moved.

  Thranduil noticed you watching and stopped, holding his hand out to stop the zombie trailing behind him. When she ran into his hand a weak frown crossed her face and she lifted her head. He glanced at you once more and then gently nudged her in your direction, wanting you to take her.

  Tauriel’s eyes landed on you and the frown ceased from her face, quickly replaced by tears filling her eyes once more. She sank into your arms with a cry.

  For both of your services in the battle, the dwarves offered you a place to stay for the night and the funeral before returning home the next day. Tauriel was silent as you brought her to her temporary chambers, head low.

  She let you clean her up and patch her wounds. It was almost as though all of the fight had drained from her body, replaced by grief and emptiness, a hollow feeling in her chest.

  Though she hadn’t quite returned the romantic feelings Kili had held for her, she still grew rather accustomed to his company and he became a good friend in her eyes. He was one of the only people to believe in her–aside from you–and he’d saved her life… at the cost of his own. The guilt of it all, that Kili would never get to see the home he’d fought for, that he would be buried with his kin who fell to the same fate, it broke her. As far as she was concerned it was her fault.

  You got Tauriel changed into some cleaner clothing and removed all the dirt from her body. When you finished you led her out and to the large gathering. Every dwarf in the area and many of the elves gathered for the funeral of Durin's line; Kili, Fili, and Thorin.

  You were a little anxious for how Tauriel would react to it all. She stayed glued to your side at first, a blank look in her glazed eyes as she stared ahead. Then they revealed the solemn, now silent bodies of the fallen dwarves.

  The second Tauriel’s eyes fell upon Kili, something snapped within her.

  ��NO!”

  Her shrill scream echoed through the caverns. Everybody froze and turned in her direction with surprise. Yes, there would be celebrations later, to honor their lives rather than grieve. They would be loud and boisterous and both happy yet sad, but now was supposed to be a quiet moment…

  Tauriel broke free from your side and took off for where Kili was. Her eyes were dark and wild, filled with a crazed look. Her elvish agility granted her easy passage to escape the dwarves reaching out for her, trying to stop her.

  “He’s not dead!” Tauriel screamed, voice thick with tears. She tried to reach for Kili but in the haze of it all her cloak got caught. A few dwarves managed to grab onto her but she kicked and thrashed. “He’s not dead! Stop! Stop!” She shouted. “You monsters!”

  You quickly ran over, weaving between the shocked and upset dwarves. When you finally made your way to Tauriel she was barely contained beneath the grasp of 4 dwarves. She was still standing and trying desperately to break free, thrashing about like a wild beast.

  When her eyes fell upon you she grabbed your hand desperately.

  “Stop them!” Tauriel pleaded, voice cracking. “Please! Please…” Tears began to spill down her face and an odd look crossed her expression like she wasn’t quite sure why she was crying. She kept thrashing, finally breaking free but you grabbed her.

  “Tauriel.” You held her arm as tight as you possibly could. “Tauriel, stop it. He’s gone.”

  “No! He’s not!”

  “He is!” You exclaimed, grabbing onto her shoulders. 

  She stared at you with feral eyes, nose flaring and teeth bared as she tried to not break into sobs. When she realized you weren’t going to help her, she lunged at you. Her fingers just barely grazed your throat before someone else grabbed her.

  It took a few minutes for you and the other dwarves to pin her to the ground, but the second whatever power Tauriel had left her, reality seemed to settle back down upon her shoulders. She paled rapidly, staring up at you in horror.

  You gently took her face into your hands, sitting on her stomach to prevent her from getting up, not that she was fighting anymore.

  “Look at me.” You murmured softly, holding her still. Her eyes flicked to your face, the glaze over them slowly fading. “He’s gone.”

  “N-no…” Tauriel whimpered. She knew you were right but she couldn’t bear the thought. Her fingers weakly clutched at yours as though begging you to tell her this was a lie, a dream, a trick… But you didn’t.

  When you felt she wasn’t going to run away, you slid off of her, hands tight around her arm. You slowly helped her to her feet and guided her back over to the bodies.

  Tauriel stopped inches away, eyes falling upon the made-up corpse of her friend. To her dismay, you were right.

  Kili truly was gone. His chest no longer rose or fell with breaths, eyes closed, never to open again. The dwarves had cleaned him up as best as they could and the bloody impaled wound through his body was no longer visible. He looked like he should be alive, he really did. If there was only a little more color to his face.

  Her outburst and the way everyone was staring at her finally clicked in Tauriel’s head. Lips quivering, the elf slowly tore her gaze from Kili and looked around the cavern. There wasn’t a single soul not staring at her. After taking it all in, she looked at you, then fell to her knees.

  She still fought as you brought her back to the chambers, a newfound fear raging her body. She kicked and cried and hyperventilated, body burning with emotional fever. The only thing that snapped her out of it was when you gently dunked her head into a bucket of cold water.

  Tauriel cried for hours in your arms after that. She’d fallen still, the only thing moving her the violent sobs that wracked her like waves of pain. She cried until she made herself sick and then sunk against you, the fight wrung out of her like water from a towel. 

  You got a bucket of cold water and laid her hands inside, then held a cold cloth to her head. Silent tears dribbled down her face and splashed into the bowl upon her lap but she again made no protest. What could she do? Nothing.

  When her temperature had lowered and her breathing returned to normal, you laid her down and sat beside her, quietly rubbing her back.

  Tauriel laid still for so long you thought she had drifted off. But eventually she lifted her head and looked in your direction.

  “He’s gone.” She whispered, wanting confirmation.

  You took her hands into yours and gave them a gentle squeeze. “He is.”

  There was no more pain or grief in her eyes, nor anger or desperation. There was only emptiness and resigned acceptance.

  With a heavy sigh, you moved to sit more relaxed beside her. You laid her head in your lap and worked your fingers through her hair, humming quietly. And eventually Tauriel drifted off in an uneasy sleep, the fight that had once been within her only a rumor now.

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Nothing In This Life

Kili Durin x Reader

Words: 5245

Summary: With his betrothed in battle beside him, the two seem an unstoppable force. However, one fatal moment may prove to be the end. 

Notes: I’m kind of making up a little backstory for Kili where he and Fili work as mercenaries, helping smaller towns fight of orcs. Also, I know his last name isn’t technically Durin, but it makes it easier for my brain to categorize his imagines. This was mainly just because I wanted to write the scene from Desolation of Smaug, but reverse the roles. I didn’t make it the same poison though for the sake of my narrative. You know I’m a sucker for angst and peril. Also, I did my best to find stuff to make it accurate, but like I said, I just worked with how I wanted my narrative to go. 

Warnings: Violence, peril, angst

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The clash of metal challenged the pounding of your heart in your ears. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, its familiar power fueling your quick steps and even quicker swings with your sword. 

Your foul enemy scattered around the opening in the trees where the battle waged. You turned your head, finding your partners in this mission only yards away, occupied by a dozen orcs closing in on them. Making quick work of your current sparring partner, you lept across branches and bodies to join them. 

“Having fun without me, boys?” You snarked. 

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough,” Fili smiled, showing no toll of the fight in his excited eyes. 

“With those fools?” You scoffed. “Child’s play.” 

The circle of orcs snarled and snapped their disgusting teeth at you. They stepped closer, pushing the three of you together. An arm brushed against yours. When you turned again, the dark, loving eyes of the man you were to marry sparkled at the sight of yours. 

Kili smirked. “Ready?” 

“Aren’t I always?” 

His lips spread into a smile and he kneeled before you, lacing his fingers together to give you a foothold. With a final, confident glance between you, Kili launched you into the air, over the horde of enemies heading your way. You cleanly cut one’s head from his shoulder before even reaching the ground. 

The brothers fought on their side while you took on your own set of orcs now switching their attention to you. 

Foe after foe they fell to your expert swordsmanship and surprising stamina. Kili and Fili fared just as well, cutting down or shooting over half of the lot in minutes. You raised your arm for another fatal blow, but a pair of arms locked around you with crushing force. The sharp end of a battle axe sliced the front of your leather armor while the pressure of your captor’s grip made your ribs crack inside your chest. 

You flung your head back, the crunch of the orc’s nasal cavity ringing through your head with the ripples of pain that spread from the impact. It released you and you stumbled forward. 

“Kili, dear!” you exclaimed breathlessly. You slashed again at one of your opponents, the second of the pair starting to box you in. “Your assistance, please!” 

The stretch of a bowstring was music to your ears. 

“With pleasure, darling,” the dwarven prince growled. 

The arrow flew through the air, striking one of your attackers between the eyes. You finished off the second with a slice to the throat. 

Fili plunged his sword into the remaining orc’s chest and slid it out in one clean motion. You found a tree to lean against while you caught your breath, each inhale making your ribs ache. From what you could tell, one or two seemed cracked, but none felt broken. Kili was at your side in seconds. 

“Are you hurt, my love.” 

You smiled, the worry in his eyes warming your heart, and wiped a smear of blood off of his cheek with your thumb. “Nothing I cannot walk off, dear.” 

A mischievous grin replaced his concern and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed to his chest. The motion may have hurt at first, but his lips on yours quickly remedied any aching. 

“At least wait until we get back to the tavern, brother,” Fili groaned, rolling his eyes. 

“Aw, poor Fili,” you teased, pulling away from your betrothed and putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll find a woman for you yet.” 

Fili ignored your mocking tone and playfully punched your shoulder, earning an involuntary grimace. 

“I’m afraid my brother’s humor has rubbed off on you, Y/N. It’s unbecoming,” he laughed. 

“It’s a good thing the two of you don’t keep me around for my ladylike sensibilities then,” you fired back with a snicker. 

You helped collect any intact arrows from the orcs that littered the glade and returned them to Kili’s quiver. Surveying your victory, you took his hand. 

“Another village protected,” you said. “People may sleep peacefully again thanks to us.” 

His eyes darkened and looked to the trees. “For now.” 

You followed his gaze and felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Goose pimples dotted your arms beneath your armor. You shuddered. Though you couldn’t see it, something seemed to lurk just beyond the touch of the light. Perhaps it wasn’t there now, but, like Kili, you could feel it coming. The orcs were getting bolder and you feared your interference wasn’t making any difference. 

Kili looked to you again and the light returned to his expression. “I think we’ve earned ourselves some ale, don’t you?” 

“I couldn’t agree more,” Fili cheered, smacking his brother’s back.  

You forgot your worries and smiled at them, locking your arms with both. The Princes of Durin had been the only family you’d ever known. And, despite their mother’s objections, together, the three of you had gone into the mercenary business- at least until their uncle and rightful king Thorin called them away to take back their homeland in Erebor. You’d always thought it a far-off dream, but both men were convinced the day would come when they would battle the dragon and return to the Lonely Mountain. Of course, when Kili asked you for your hand in marriage, you adopted this mission as your own and the three of you had been together ever since. 

The village rejoiced to see you step out of the woods, praising your trio for your bravery and skill. They came forward with pouches of gold. Everything they had. 

“We can’t rob them of their livelihood,” you whispered to your partners. 

“It’s not robbing them if it's offered,” Fili muttered, earning an elbow to the side from his brother. 

“Y/N is right,” Kili said. A touch of pink reached his cheeks under the gaze of your proud smile. He turned to the villagers. “Please, we do not wish for reward or riches. Seeing those vermin exterminated is enough for us.”

Fili opened his mouth to argue. He clamped it shut again when your stare turned deadly. He glared at you and pouted, but said nothing. 

“You must let us repay you,” the village leader pleaded. “We wouldn’t have survived the night if not for you.” 

Fili stepped forward. “Well if you insist-”

You slammed an arm to his chest and pushed him behind you. “All we request is refreshment and somewhere to spend the night.” Fili huffed behind you. You hit him again to silence him. “If you would be so kind.” 

“That can surely be arranged,” the man beamed. He guided you towards the center of town, where people had already begun to gather with baskets of fruits and joyful instruments. “Come, allow us to at least hold a celebration in your honor.” 

Kili gave you a sideways glance and you couldn’t help but laugh as his usual impish grin spread across his face. 

“That, I believe, we can accept,” he said. 

The music swelled and your love took your hand, pulling you into the dance. Your feet matched the quick shuffle of the crowd. Kili grabbed one arm and you took the arm of the person next to you, picking up the steps with ease. A circle went around the musicians, swaying one way and taking a jumping step the other. Boisterous laughter enveloped you from the people you saved. It reminded you of why you were here. To keep places like this alive. The hearts of Middle Earth lived in the smiles of the people around you. 

While your gaze followed the circle around you, Kili’s remained solely on your beaming face. Any ache from the battle was banished from his chest, replaced by the warmth of adoration. The way you lit up like a star in the twilight when you let yourself be happy- even if it was only for a moment. 

Of the three of you, you were the one that seemed to feel the perils of these people the keenest. Every burned cottage, every grave, and every lost soul you came across settled into your heart. He could see it in your eyes the same way he could see the relief there now. When your gaze finally found his again, the glittering joy in your irises overtook him. 

 A laugh sang from your lips as Kili twirled you into his arms. The two of you stepped out of the group, creating your own dance, closer and locked in each other's arms. Facing each other, your eyes never left his and the rest of the world muted into a muffled celebration. 

And, in that moment, you wanted to marry him. 

You didn’t want to take another breath, speak another word, or win another fight unless you could be his wife. 

But you knew what his answer would be. Kili wanted a home, a place you could call your own, together, before you were to be wed. Having spent his whole life wandering, he wanted a place to belong before you fully belonged to each other. 

Each day that dream seemed further away and each day you feared how long you’d still have to become one. 

“Something troubles you, my love?” Kili halted his feet and lifted a hand to your cheek. 

You smiled and opened your mouth to answer. 

A movement stopped you. A reflection in the firelight between the trees. 

An arrow just over Kili’s shoulder, aimed for his heart. 

The word left your lips like a breath. “No.” 

Suddenly, you were moving before you knew what you were doing. You put an arm on Kili’s chest and pushed him aside. You placed yourself between him and the shadowed archer just as the arrow left its riser. 

In the dark, you could just see the orc’s crimson eyes. Its hateful stare pierced your skull the moment its arrow pierced the soft skin beneath your collarbone and beside your shoulder. 

You processed your beloved’s horrified roar before you processed your pain. 

The impact forced your feet back and you found yourself falling. Your body prepared to hit the ground, finding arms waiting instead. People rushed around you, yet they seemed to move in slow motion past you. They blurred together, a frenzied mass that made your head spin. 

The only focus point you had was the panicked face of Kili hovering above you. 

“Fili!” He called out. 

“You must go. If there are more of them, they must be stopped. Leave me,” you croaked. “Help the people.” 

“I will tend to you first.” He pulled you more into his arms, kneeling down so you didn’t have to stand. “Fili!” He yelled again. 

A flash of blonde hurried past you.

“He won’t get away, brother!” The older prince shouted back, sword drawn and ready. The glint of his weapon disappeared into the dark forest. 

The moment of chaos sharpened abruptly as the adrenaline hit. You shot up despite the arrow sticking out of your flesh. Your other hand reached for the shaft and tore it away. You clamped your lips closed to muffle the pained cry in your throat. 

“What are you doing?” Kili tried to force you back down, applying pressure to your now gushing wound. 

“If there are more, these people aren’t prepared to fight,” you gasped through the searing pain. “And Fili cannot do it alone.” 

“You are in no state for battle.” 

“I’m fine,” you snapped. “Let me go.” 

His grip loosened enough for you to slip away, stumbling after the others into the woods. Kili’s objecting shouts were soon overtaken by the night air whirling by your ears. Villagers ran beside you with farming tools for weapons. You reached for the short sword on your hip. Your limbs screamed in protest. The rush in your blood urged you on, though clouded your perception. Before you realized it, you were no longer part of the harried mob. 

You stood alone in the trees, any sounds of the pursuit distant and quiet. 

A new wave of pain crashed over you, rippling out from your shoulder. It was almost blinding. You’d been struck with blades and arrowheads before, but you’d never experienced pain like this. Something was wrong. 

“K-Kili!” You stammered. Your voice came out as a croaking sob. The forest offered no response. Tears stung the corners of your eyes, accompanied by dark spots across your vision. “Fili!” You lifted your eyes to use the stars to guide you back, but they spun around you like fireflies. 

“Y/N!” The voice came to you from all directions. You jerked your head around, trying to place it. 

“Kili.” His name hardly even came out as a breath now. You turned again, this time catching your foot on a branch and landing on your shoulder in the damp leaves. The scream that ripped from your lungs was almost inhuman. 

And it was the last thing you heard before your body did the one thing it could to protect you from the insanity-inducing pain. 

You slept.

-

The arrow might as well have pierced his heart, for it couldn’t tell the difference between the fatal blow and how he felt, carrying your trembling, unconscious form in his arms. 

“Someone help me!” He cried. A terror he’d never felt before coated his every word as he pleaded with passing villagers, all running to safety for fear of another attack. 

“Kili?” You stirred weakly, looking at him through your lashes. Your breathing strained, painful with every inhale. He shifted you in his arms. You didn’t have enough energy to scream anymore, so your cry was merely a whimpering gasp. 

“I know, love. I’m sorry, I know it hurts,” he said, heart breaking with every muted wail from your lips. “I’m going to find someone to help you.” 

“I don’t…” Your words trailed off as you struggled to stay away. “I don’t understand. It was… it was just an a-arrow.” 

Kili grimaced. 

He should have seen it. He’s an archer, for fate’s sake. He should have seen the mark of a poisoned arrow the minute you tore it from your shoulder. 

And it was meant for him. 

Kili spotted the man he’d met earlier in the week, Hallam, who said he had medicinal knowledge. Seeing you in the dwarf’s arms, Hallam hurried over. 

“Please,” Kili begged. “You have to help her.” His words caught in his throat. “It’s poison.” 

Hallam glanced at the already festering wound and nodded with a grim frown. “Follow me.” 

“What about the orc?” You wheezed, trying to turn your head back to the forest. 

Hallam led Kili into his cottage and cleared off the long dining table for him to lay you on. Kili set you down as gently as he could. 

“We have to fight,” you said. When you tried to sit up, Kili held you down by your unmarred shoulder. 

“Fili knows what he’s doing. I’m sure everything will be fine.” He glimpsed at your wound. Your blood had turned thick and almost black. He looked away. “Everything will be fine, darling. Just please lie still.” 

He hushed your objections and tucked your hair behind your ear. “All will be alright, my love.” He said it again and again as if they weren’t mere words of reassurance but a plea to the stars. 

“Do you have the arrow?” Hallam asked. He set out a roll of herbs and tools on the bench beside you. Kili’s face fell even more. Hallam waved a hand at the prince. “Go. Find it. Hopefully, it can give me some answers that will help.” In the growing haze in your mind, you noted that the man sounded far from optimistic. 

Kili swallowed hard and stood. You reached for his hand, the motion sending more blinding shocks up your arm. 

“Don’t…” You choke out. “Leave.” Your fingers grip his hand with as much energy as you could muster. 

For him, it was barely more than a touch.

Hallam’s dire stare watched your darkening wound. You could feel his harrowing dejection practically burrow into you. It fueled your fearful tone. 

“I want you here-” You said softly. “I need you here if I should-”

Kili stopped you before you could finish. “That isn’t going to happen.” He knelt, bringing your hand to his lips without having to move your festering arm. “I will return shortly, love.” 

He stood and rushed back outside where people were returning from the forest. 

Hallam stood over you, peeling back the tear in your tunic to get a better look at your injury. You ignored the sting and turned your head to look at him, catching a glimpse of the culprit of your pain. A river of black and crimson seeped down the fabric of your sleeve. The gaping hole in your flesh revealed a sliver of what you could only assume to be your collarbone. Worst of all, purplish veins bulged under the blood smears, stretching more and more across your chest. 

“Tell me,” you pleaded. “Am I going to die?” 

Hallam finally lifted his eyes from the gore and looked into yours. He muttered something under his breath, a prayer, maybe. “Not if I can help it.”

-

Kili was guided back to Hallam’s cottage by the sound of your screams. With the trampled projectile in hand, his feet carried him as fast as he could move, blurring by the celebrating villagers. 

Turns out, the orc that shot you was a lone survivor of the group they’d defeated. One man triumphantly strode down the path with the creature’s head in hand. The threat was gone. 

And yet your wails of anguish rang over the cheering crowd. 

He kept running. Somewhere from the fray, his brother emerged. Usually, Fili’s presence was enough to dispel his younger brother’s worries, but Kili’s frantic gaze merely turned to him with terrified urgency. 

Fili surveyed the congested courtyard that lay between them and you. Kili’s desperate dodging was only getting him so far and your cries were growing louder. 

The blonde dwarf climbed on top of a stationed cart and cupped his hands to his lips. 

“Everybody out of the way!” He boomed. 

Sure enough, the eyes of the grateful villagers turned to him, as well as his brother’s. Fili gave him a nod. Enough of the crowd stepped out of Kili’s path that he could break through and Fili quickly followed. 

With the celebratory noise silenced, all anyone could hear was the wrenching cries coming from within the house. 

“I’ve got it.” Kili burst through the door and thrust the arrowhead at Hallam, who was doing his best to hold you down and apply pressure to stop some of your bleeding. 

Every time something touched your shoulder or arm, however, it felt as though white-hot claws were digging into your skin, so your body couldn’t help but try and fight him off of you. Your eyes were so blinded by tears, you didn’t see the dwarven princes enter. It was Kili’s voice that was able to soothe your racing mind. 

“I’m here now,” he said. 

“You,” Hallam barked at Fili. “Apply pressure while I try and figure out what’s doing this.” When he removed his hand, you almost breathed a sigh of relief, but Fili’s replaced it, making you cry out all over again. 

Kili laid a hand on your cheek. “I know, darling. I know it hurts. I’m sorry.” 

He silenced the sob caught in his throat. What you needed now was strength. His weakness would do nothing to save you. 

“Oromȅ help us,” Hallam muttered, standing over the broken arrow, his face turned ghostly pale. 

“What is it?” Fili hollered over your thrashing. “Can you save her?” 

Hallam’s eyes gave him his answer. 

Kili leapt across the bench and took the man by the collar. “You have to do something,” he growled, tears threatening to spill over. 

Hallam put his hands on top of the dwarves and urged them away from him. He thought for a moment. 

“There may be something, but we must work quickly, and I’m afraid it’s going to be very unpleasant for her.” 

Kili looked at you. Clenching your jaw shut to try and stop your cries, you nodded. He faced Hallam. 

“Do it.” 

The healer threw open his cabinets and grasped a handful of what looked like dried flower bulbs. He crushed them up with a mortar and then, with a dark look, he set them alight. The bits crackled and burst with the flame. He hovered the bowl over your injury. 

Kili grabbed his wrist. “Are you mad?” He stared at the reddish-pink fire, making his eyes water even more. 

“It may be our only hope,” Hallam said. He put on a thick leather glove and shifted his gaze between the two brothers. “I’ll need you to hold her down. This is going to hurt.” 

Kili’s wide eyes found his brother’s. Fili tightened his grip on your arm and moved a hand to your knee. He gave Kili a look that asked if they had any other choice. 

You watched them through half-closed eyes, almost hoping your body would render you unconscious once again if only to stop you from feeling this pain. But if these were the last moments you had with your beloved… you didn’t want to waste them.

Kili put an arm across your chest and leaned down, pressing a kiss to your burning forehead. 

Hallam poured the fiery mixture and the smell of burning flesh and sizzling blood flooded Kili’s senses. 

Your screams before were whispers compared to the sounds that shook your chest. Hallam smashed his hand against your wound, ensuring that the herbs stayed put while you thrashed and fought against the two dwarves holding you down. 

“Kili, make it stop!” You shrieked. Any thought of being healed was lost to your blinded mind. All you wanted was for it to end. “Kili, please!” 

“Steady,” Hallam instructed. He began to wrap the still-smoking wound, sealing everything into your skin. 

Kili held himself against you, his head against your chest. His tears fell to your tunic and he screwed his eyes shut, listening to the rapid beating of your heart. 

“There,” Hallam gasped breathlessly. Your seizing slowed until you were still. 

“Is that it?” Fili asked. “Is she healed?” 

Kili did not lift his head. He stayed there as your heart began to slow to a normal pace. When he opened his eyes, Hallam couldn't face them. 

“If the poison has failed to reach her heart, she will live.” 

Fili glanced down at you and then back to the healer. “And if it has?” 

Hallam removed his glove and set it aside, along with the smoldering bowl. “Then there is nothing any of us can do.” 

Kili sat up but kept his arm across your torso. Your chest rose and fell with great effort. With his other hand, he rubbed soothing circles against your palm. 

“How are we to know?” He asked. 

Hallam sighed and finally turned around. “If she makes it through the night.” He left to allow them to say their possible goodbyes and said to fetch him if there was any change in her condition. 

And so the room fell into silence, with only the sound of the crackling fire and your strained breaths. Outside, the celebration continued as if nothing had happened. 

“You should go,” you uttered weakly. “Both of you. We were never a crew to turn down a party.” You managed a laugh and squeezed Kili’s hand. “We won.” 

“There is still a battle that must be fought, my love.” He brought your hand to his lips. 

Your smile saddened. “No,” you swallowed. “I don’t believe there is.” You forced your head to turn so you could look upon the man you could have called brother. “Fili, could you give us a moment?” 

He knelt on the bench beside you, his hand still on your arm. 

“Only if you promise to still be here when I come back,” he said. 

“I will try.” 

Fili gave his brother a nod of reassurance and you a kiss on the forehead. He joined Hallam in the other room. 

The silence returned as you mustered the courage to say what you needed. 

“Kili-”

“There is always still a fight. You heard what Hallam said. All isn’t lost, my light.” The crack in his hopeful voice was enough to break your already weakened heart. 

You spoke again, but firmer so he would have to listen. “Kili, listen to me. I need you to promise me something.” With all of your strength, you tried to sit up.

 Kili climbed onto the table to pull you into his lap. His arms held you close to his chest. If this was to be your final rest, you were glad it was locked in his embrace.  

“Anything.” 

“Promise me you’ll find it,” you cried. “All your life you have been searching to belong. Searching for a home. Promise me that you and Fili will find it.” 

Kili, unable to contain his grief, buried his face in your neck, kissing your skin with his sobs. You ran your fingers through his hair and glanced out at the stars. 

“I always pictured it,” you mused. “Our home.”

You could see it now as you told him of it. 

“There would be shelves upon shelves full of stories from our adventures. And a spare room for when Fili came to stay,” you laughed. In your mind, Kili’s smile on the face of a little girl and a boy with your eyes sent pangs through your heart. You held him closer. “And targets in the yard where you could teach archery to the children.” 

He pulled away, his tearful eyes gazing deeply into yours. 

Kili knew, now more than ever, that the only place he would ever really belong was by your side. 

“Let us be married,” he said. 

You laughed and it became a cough. “I’m afraid flattery will not slow the inevitable, dear.” 

“It is not jest. I mean it.” Kili reached under his collar and pulled a chain from around his neck. Around it hung two rings, both of glistening silver. One band bore Kili’s crest and the other was crowned with a clear, white gem that sparkled like starlight. “I have been a fool to wait until now, but, if you will have me, I don’t want to put off another moment.” 

You wanted to object. You couldn’t bind the man you loved to a phantom. He deserved more than that. But the hope in his eyes and the smile playing on his lips stopped you. If you were to leave this world, you wanted to do so as his wife.

You lifted your hand to his cheek. “I want nothing more than to marry you.” 

The despair in his heart was pushed aside by a bright excitement and he called in Hallam and his brother. 

“What is it, what happened?” 

Kili looked to the other man. “You’re this village’s holy man, as well, correct?” 

Hallam frowned. “I can perform the last rites ceremony, if that is what you wish.” 

“No, it isn’t that.” Kili shifted so you were fully in his arms and could lean against him for strength. “Will you marry us?” 

“Now?” Fili exclaimed. 

You gave him a weak smile. “Now may be the only time.” 

“Of course,” Hallam said, bustling around to find the correct texts. 

It wasn’t as you imagined, of course, but as Hallam read the words, the rest of the world fell away. All that was left was you, the man you loved, and the rings. 

Fili even seemed to tear up from his place by the fire. 

You slipped the ring onto Kili’s finger, reveling in the spark of his touch. It alone gave you the energy to stay awake. 

He took your hand in his and put on the ring, pressing your hand against his chest to feel his heartbeat. 

“With my brother as witness, let us not waste another moment,” he cried. “Let this binding of our souls mean that we can never be parted.” Kili kissed your lips as if for the last time. “You are my wife. And nothing in this life will ever take me from you. Not even the end of it.” 

“It is done,” Hallam sighed with a small, bittersweet smile. He could only hope you would live long enough for it to matter. 

“Kili,” you gasped, your grip tightening on his tunic as another shock of pain rushed through you. He held you tighter. 

“Amrâlimê,” he whispered. “Stay with me. Please.” 

You spoke with panting, agonized breaths. “At least I may sleep… home in your arms.” You lifted yourself to kiss him one more time. “For you were the only home I ever needed.” 

“Do not part from me, I beg you,” his words choked on sobs. “I love you.” 

“And I you.” 

You closed your eyes. 

Kili collapsed against you, pulling you so tightly to his chest that Fili could not tell where he ended and you began. His cries filled the cottage- shaking screams of anguish that quaked through his whole being. 

And the stars, in their cruelness, shined on. 

-

Three Weeks Later

The sword clashed against his vambrace. The impact vibrated down his arm and sent him reeling. The man swung again and Kili barely blocked it with his own weapon. 

This was not going well. 

The band of thieves had at first seemed easy enough to defeat, but with the final three and strongest men left, things were looking bleak for the dwarf princes. 

Kili fell back, his foot catching on a fallen branch. The man sneered and raised a death blow. 

A flash of silver and a garbled gasp sent blood spattering across Kili’s face. The man’s hand went to his throat, where a dagger now resided. The thief fell with a sick thud. 

Kili turned to his rescuer. 

You held out your hand. 

“That’s four for me and,” you tapped your chin with a smirk, “only two for you. Foiled again, ay darling?” 

Kili took your hand and pulled you down to him. Laughing, you tumbled onto his chest. Any aches from your shoulder had long since faded, the miracle of Hallam’s healing having done its job. 

His lips collided with yours with fervor.

“Ah, well I’m glad you two turned up fine while I caught the rest of them,” Fili huffed, appearing from the brush with an annoyed frown. He jutted a thumb to two tied-up thieves that would face the laws of the city they’d stolen from. 

The two of you carried on just as he found you. 

“Right.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll take care of it myself.” 

When you did finally pull away, you snickered at Fili’s annoyance and Kili wrapped his arms around you, locking you pressed to his chest. You looked into his eyes and saw everything you’d ever dreamed of. He looked into yours and saw everything he’d almost lost. The darkness of the memory overtook him, but only for a moment. You kissed the tip of his nose and his smile returned. 

“My husband,” you mused with a playful grin. 

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and kept his hand on your cheek. His gaze held enough love to reach the stars. 

“My home.” 

[sotwk]

Intruders (Fili x OC fanfic, first of series)

Summary: During their sojourn at Rivendell, Fili makes the acquaintance of an elf-maid who is surprisingly familiar with the ways of Dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Company however, he is less enchanted by and more suspicious of this mysterious stranger.

Part One of a planned series about the relationship between Fili x OC elleth, called "The Only Gold".

Word count: 2.3 k 

Pairing: Fili x FemOC (2nd Person POV)

Content: Prelude to romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, The Hobbit events, Dwarf shenanigans

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For @fizzyxcustard, the first Durin (Thorin) writer to befriend me on Tumblr and who introduced me to the wonderful community of Durin stans! My first foray into Erebor is rightfully dedicated to you. Thank you for being such a supportive mutual to me and others in our orbit!

The Only Gold

Intruders

Third Age 2941 June

Imladris, The Last Homely House

It was difficult to decide which amused you more: observing the Naugrim in their merrymaking around the fire, or listening to Lord Lindir’s anguished groans over their antics as he stood in secret watch right next to you. 

“I suppose tomorrow this courtyard shall have to be scrubbed as well,” the elf-lord muttered, his dark eyes scanning the blobs and heaps of food scraps that littered the normally pristine white flagstones of the circular portico. “Tis a small mercy that the Nindari fountain already empties and cleanses itself, otherwise…” He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he cut off his own frustrations. “Forgive me; it has been a long day.”

You rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Do not be so troubled, my lord,” you said, careful to whisper despite the small risk of your voice being heard over the cacophony of laughter and singing. “From my experience, Dwarves mind their manners well enough to clean up after themselves, no matter how terrible the messes they like to make.” 

“I shall have to take your word for it,” Lindir sighed, with a grimace that indicated he remained entirely unconvinced. “What odd little creatures they are! They seem to actually revel in chaos and noise and sheer tomfoolery. And from what I understand, these are not only grown males of their race, but some are also members of Durin’s royal house!”

After a while, the prim elf-lord fell silent to watch you watch the company of outsiders, and soon he picked up on the delight shining from your eyes. 

“How similar are they to Dwarves you have previously engaged with?”

His innocent question called a flood of deep memories to the front of your mind, and the mirth on your face wavered. There was no way for Lindir to have known the specifics, and if he had, his impeccable manners would have restrained him from even broaching the subject. But your most recent experiences with the Naugrim had been filled with mourning and loss and anger, of old wounds that still ached to be soothed by happier remembrances.

“They are the same people, but these are very different circumstances.” You turned back to the gathering and smiled at the scene they created, just a group of kinsmen sharing an evening repast, dining in little more than their underclothes and even less care or concern. "I very much prefer seeing them in this light."

Lindir sniffed at this but refrained from verbalizing further disagreement, as your fondness for Aulë’s Children had become all too apparent. 

After you declined the elf-lord’s offer to escort you back to the main house, he took his leave, with a parting reminder to 'be careful'. It was hard not to feel disappointed at your friend's unrelenting distrust of the Dwarves. Lindir was far older than you, and much wiser in all other matters, but in your heart you were certain his disdain was founded on hearsays and ancient prejudices. 

“Oi, Bombur! Maybe you should get off that table, I can hear the joints creaking from over here.” The shout, though spoken with jest, also carried a command behind it, a tone you often heard being used by members of your family. “If we break one more thing in this fancy-pants inn I think that butler’s head might explode.”

More than the Dwarf's tone, it was his voice itself that captured your attention, that spurred your steps forward so you crept closer for a better view. You scanned the gathering of bearded faces, one by one, but unless that voice spoke up again over the raucous din, it would be impossible to identify the owner with certainty. 

But you knew that voice. You knew not for sure from when or where, but you had heard it before, speaking to you, addressing you by name, stirring up emotions deep within you like the early rays of spring warming the frosted earth. 

The clear sound of cracking wood startled you, and yanked your gaze back to the sight of Bombur, the very fat dwarf, falling smack on his bottom and then toppling on his backside on a pile of broken oak. Your lips twitched and your eyes wrinkled at their sides, but it was the unbridled howls of laughter from the other dwarves that released your own laughter from your throat--a high, delighted giggle that was shamefully loud to your own ears. 

“Shh! Did you hear that?” A voice--the voice--cut sharply through the merriment. It lowered into a menacing growl, suddenly shifting to their ancient mother tongue. “There’s someone out there.” 

* * * * * 

Fili grabbed the knife closest to him, resting atop the pile of his belongings, and darted across the courtyard in the direction of the sound. Kili leaped up to follow his lead, and behind the brothers a mad scramble ensued as some of the others hurried to join in pursuit. 

It was easy to spot the intruder descending the pathwalk that connected their lodging to the sprawling gardens below. The tall, hooded figure had the nerve to walk calmly in their retreat, as though they cared not if they were caught or had no fear of being apprehended. The mark of an elf for sure, Fili thought, and a rush of anger within him hastened his pace. 

“You! Stop!” he shouted, and was so surprised when the stranger complied so quickly that he skidded to an abrupt halt himself. Kili ran hard into him, nearly knocking him over, and there was much grunting and yelping as the rest of the dwarves similarly struggled to keep themselves upright. 

“Who are you?” Fili demanded, raising himself up to full height and straight posture, but mindful enough to keep his knife sheathed at his side. This elf was nowhere near as tall as the riders who had accosted them at their arrival, or even the ones who had attended them at luncheon. Even if they didn’t have him outnumbered, the dwarf was confident he could take him down on his own if necessary. 

“I am a friend, Master Dwarf,” a soft voice spoke from underneath the hood. 

Next to him, Fili sensed Kili shifting his weight uneasily and heard him grunt, “Fili.” The elder Son of Durin at once knew his brother’s thoughts. That voice sounded female. This realization cooled his ire, but just barely. Danger did not recognize gender, he knew that from experience. 

 “A friend would not lurk in the shadows to spy,” Fili said darkly. “A friend would not retreat and skulk away like a thief in the night.”  He took a heavy step forward. “If you are what you say, then prove it and show your face."

A tense silence followed the dwarf-prince’s command. The collective disquiet palpable from the companions that surrounded him only fueled Fili’s irritation. Above all other emotions, he detested cowering the most. Durin’s Folk shrank before no one, no matter whose land they stood on.

At long last, a pair of slender white arms emerged from the folds of the stranger’s cloak, and two hands lowered the velvet hood. Cries and mutterings rose in a sudden tide around Fili, while his own voice failed him completely. It wasn’t until his lungs sucked in a starved, desperate gasp that he realized even breath had temporarily deserted him. 

None of their company, save perhaps Thorin and Balin, had had much contact with she-elves prior to the quest, but when they finally encountered some of these females at the Lord of Rivendell's table, they fairly matched up with the descriptions from the Dwarrowdam tales. This particular creature that stood before them now was unlike her unremarkable kin, and surpassed everything Fili’s elders had taught him to expect. 

It was her hair, above all else, that surely struck the Dwarves with greatest amazement. The color of the purest molten gold, it crowned her fair head and flowed freely down her shoulders, shimmering in waves of glorious light. It was such a sight to behold, so alarming in its unexpected beauty, that Fili dropped his gaze, momentarily doubting whether it was even safe to look upon it. 

Those standing closest to him literally bowed their heads in reverence. Ori and Dori went so far as to bend fully at the waist. Glorin choked on what sounded like a sob, while Kili found actual words to exclaim: "My lady!"

“My lords,” the elf-maid spoke again, high and clear as a wood thrush. “I humbly beg your pardon; I meant no offense by my presence.”

The sweetness that flowed from her polite words continued to charm his companions, but Fili refused to give in to the confusing swirl of emotions that crested within him, not even when her gaze turned at his utterance, again challenging his ability to breathe. “Why were you watching us?”

He felt a fist jab him on the back. “Nadad,” Kili hissed through gritted teeth. 

“It is a fair question,” Fili declared. He felt his boldness grow the longer he persisted. “Their king assured us we would be safe here, but how are we to trust that?” He turned slightly towards his kinsmen as their native Khuzdul rolled from his tongue. “Can you not see that ever since our arrival, they have been trying to uncover our secrets?!”

The only response he received were vague mumblings from dazed faces. Eyes glazed over in dopey trances seemed to pass right through him, listless and unseeing. An orc pack could have descended on them and hacked off some heads before anyone could mount a defense. 

“Stop gaping at her!” Fili snapped at them, tugging hard on his besotted brother’s arm in particular. “You’re falling prey to Elven sorcery for all we know. Don’t let yourselves be lured under her spell!”

“If I were as devious as you claim, Master Dwarf, then why should I admit to understanding your words perfectly?”

The maiden’s silvery voice speaking the guttural tones of their secret language in perfect fluency dropped upon the group like a hammer’s blow. Suddenly the lot of dreamy gazes morphed into expressions of shock, followed by anger. Even a little fear, which overtook any control the dwarves had over their better senses. 

Defensive instincts escalated to bellows of outrage, and hands rose in aggression, hands which unfortunately still clutched a menacing array of weapons. Brandishing his own dagger, Fili saw the elf-maid take a step back, and her withdrawal stirred a new emotion above the conflux in his chest: shame.  

“What is the meaning of this?!”

All heads turned in the direction of the booming shout, and they saw the Master of Imladris coming up the path in furious strides. The sight of him alone caused the dwarves to immediately lower their weapons, sheathe them, or hide them behind their backs. 

Lord Elrond cast a swift, rebuking glare over the gathered dwarves before planting himself between them and the elf-maid. He cupped her face between his hands and quietly spoke to her in indiscernible Elvish. She whispered back with downcast eyes, appearing to Fili almost like a child chastised. 

"She spies on us!" Gloin's temper erupted at the most convenient time, and Fili found himself relieved that someone else was speaking up to argue for their side.

"This is her home, Master Gloin," Elrond responded sharply. "Where you are the visitors. We practice great tolerance in Imladris to make allowances for cultural differences. But I will not abide the harassment of anyone, least of all my kin."

"Enough of this foolishness!" The next rebuke came from Gandalf, who suddenly materialized behind the elves, and looked twice as infuriated as Elrond. “It is one thing to practice table manners differently from the Eldar, but even Dwarves should know how to show a lady proper respect!” He pounded his staff on the ground, silencing any further attempts at protest from the dwarves. 

The wizard then turned and gave a sweeping bow to the elf-maid. "I beg your pardon and understanding on their behalf, dear lady, and offer no poor excuses.”

Fili was no longer surprised when the golden-haired lass smiled brightly at Gandalf, as one would at an old friend. "My heart sings with joy to see you again, Mithrandir."

The rest of their conversation continued in rapid Elvish, leaving the dwarves to cluster together and grumble and mutter in their own separate group. For his part, Fili did not have anything else to say, for he felt oddly weary. He did not even notice the elves had taken their leave until Thorin arrived, demanding explanations, and Gandalf rejoined them to resume the heated discussion about everything that had transpired.  

Fili broke away from the squabbling noise of the company to seek out the departing lord and lady. He spotted them leaving the path to go back up into one of the great houses on the other side of the roaring falls. From so far off he could still see the elf-maid’s golden hair gleaming, its ethereal glory undiminished in the evening shadows. Bitter regret bloomed in the pit of his stomach when she finally vanished from sight.

"I…I know her.”

Fili spun around and saw Bilbo standing a few paces away, staring thoughtfully into the darkness. How much the hobbit had seen of the entire episode, and how long he’d been lurking there, it was always hard to tell with their sneaky burglar. “What are you talking about?”

Bilbo scratched the side of his face, his nose scrunched up in his musing. “That elf-maid. I’m quite certain I’ve met her before. There cannot be many like her running around Middle-earth, and certainly not visiting the Shire."

“The Shire?!” Fili grabbed Bilbo’s arm and dragged him further away from the rest of the company, and out of the notice of his uncle and Gandalf. “Tell me,” he ordered the bewildered hobbit. “Tell me everything you know about her.”

To be continued...

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The Stone On The Wall

Chapter 3 of (?)

TW: Description of seizure

Previous Chapter:

Bilbo had collapsed again, but this time Thorin had managed to wrap his arms around the small hobbit before he could hit the ground. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he went to lay Bilbo down on the ground until he started convulsing and foaming at the mouth. Panic tore through Thorin like a knife, and he could hear Fili and Kili yelling in Khuzdul. He shot his head up at Gandalf as the wizard spoke, “We must get him to the elfs, they are better prepared than we are!” Protests broke out from the dwarves, until Gandalf silenced them, “Would you rather Bilbo get the help he needs, or watch him die in Thorins arms?” Thorin lifted the burglar into his arms, before turning to Dain. “I will need your pig to reach Dale faster, go to the others and inform them what has happened.” Dain gave a stiff nod before helping Thorin lift the hobbit up onto his war pig, holding him in place until Thorin was able to mount as well. Bilbo’s mouth was no longer covered in foam, but he was still convulsing slightly. Thorin looked down at his kin, “I will stay with Bilbo until he can return to the mountain.” With that he took off towards Dale, praying to Durin that the elfs could help.

Kili turned back from watching his uncle ride off with Bilbo, facing Balin. “Do you think Master Boggins will be alright? I mean, he has to be, right? He survived a dragon, what could a small dart do at this point?” The prince chuckled nervously, trying to help lighten the mood. Balin just looked at him with a sad expression, a mix of pity and concern behind his eyes. Fili threw his arm around his younger brother’s shoulders, shaking him slightly as if to help reassure him. “He’ll be alright Kee, like you said he survived a dragon! I’m sure the elfs will find some magical nonsense to help him. Let’s get back to the others and let uncle worry about Bilbo.” With that the five dwarrows and Gandalf set off to the mountain. As they passed by Dain’s army, he informed them to stand guard in case of any more surprise attacks. 

Once they were back inside the mountain, they were met with the rest of the company. All at once, they started asking a million questions. Where were Thorin and Bilbo? What did those pesky elfs want? What happened out there? Balin stepped forward, putting his hands up in front of him to quiet the others. He looked at the dwarves in front of him before sighing and rubbing a hand through his beard. “Thorin agreed to help the people of Dale with rebuilding, and give them what they were promised for helping us. He also agreed to..” he paused before continuing, bracing himself for the anger he knew would come, “He also agreed to giving Thranduil the gems of Lasgalen, as King Thror had promised.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the dwarves were in an uproar. Even Dain had joined them, as he did not know of the agreements made. The older dwarf pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling about dwarrow stubbornness. Once the group had settled back down, he continued. “Once Lord Dain arrived to our little group, some.. Not so kind words were exchanged between him and Bilbo.” Some of the company turned to glare at Dain, including Bofur and Ori. “Bilbo started to act odd, and it seemed as though the lad was struggling to control himself. He collapsed again and began to seize, so Thorin took him to Dale to see if the elfs could help. Tharkun assured us that they would be better equipped to help than we would be, considering we still aren’t sure what little medicine we have is still good.” Oin grunted at this, upset with himself that he might have done more harm than good to their burglar.

The dwarves began to mutter between themselves, causing Gandalf to raise his eyebrow in confusion. When they seemed to have reached a consensus, they turned to Gandalf before Ori spoke up. “We’d like to go visit Master Baggins, to help make sure he’s not alone. We can all take turns sitting with him, and maybe help Thorin keep his cool around the elfs!” Ori rubbed the back of his neck as he finished, knowing as well as everyone that Thorin did not take kindly to being surrounded by elfs. If going by how uneasy Thorin was with the elfs at Rivendell, and being locked in the dungeons in Mirkwood, it would not be a fun time for anyone involved while he was in Dale. Gandalf chuckled at this and ran his hand through his beard, as if thinking over the matter. “I suppose it would be a good idea to go visit our dear burglar. It would also be wise to start the discussions that Thorin must have between the men of Dale and the Mirkwood elfs, so someone may watch over Bilbo while he is busy.” He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a smirk as he spoke, as if he was the only one in on a secret. If the dwarves took notice, they didn’t mention it as they were more busy trying to come up with a rotation on who’d be with Bilbo and when, and what the others would be doing while trying to help with Dale.

Dain spoke up with a gruff voice, “I suppose I can return to my men, and we can keep watch over the mountain while you lot take care of Thorin and Bilbo. Will ya let him know I am dreadfully sorry for what I said? It’d be much appreciated.” Balin patted him on his shoulder, reassuring him that he would talk to Bilbo once the hobbit was awake. Dain turned and left to return to the army outside, leaving the company to their planning. Ori began scribbling down the plan for watching over Bilbo, and any areas the dwarves could focus on to help start rebuilding Dale. It was agreed that Balin would spend most of the time with Thorin, making sure he didn���t try to kill Thranduil. Fili and Kili called dibs on being the first two, and it was settled that Nori and Bofur would swap out with them after. They decided to stay in pairs, making sure one was by Bilbo’s side while the other helped with the elfs if need be, or getting him anything he needed once he was awake. They were debating over how long each group would stay, until it was settled they’d each spend an hour with their dear hobbit. This allowed the groups that weren’t with Bilbo to get more work done with the men, and explore the city when they took breaks.

Next Chapter:

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The hobbit x teen Neko heterochromic reader part 12.

The battle is now happening.

Translation:

Galu-good luck

Hanar-big brother

Iel Nin- my daughter

Flashback:

You and the company set up camp for the day after traveling the whole day and beating a small pack of orcs.

It has been a month since you became a member of the company and you grew very fond of Gandalf, Bilbo and the Dwarves during the past month.

You are sitting besides Bofur while helping him serve stew to the other members of the company (and making sure Bombur doesn’t sneak seconds for himself) while Balin gives you a history lesson on the Durin bloodline “In conclusion lass. Gold sickness is a very dangerous disease that leads the king under the mountain to greed.” The elderly dwarf said as your eyes widen from this fact about the Durin’s “Is there a cure for it?” You asked in hope “It’s unknown if there is lass but that’s a lesson for another time. You got a terrible bite from that warg that needs to be stitched.” Oin said pointing to the bite mark that went from your abdomen to your lower back “Better patch that up before it gets infected.” Dori said as you lifted up your shirt revealing one of your tattoos making everyone gasp “Lass that’s a fine tattoo.” Gloin said as Oin disinfected the bite and then started wrapping it in bandages “My sister let me get it for my birthday last month before the Orcs attacked our village, I have three more.” You said removing your cloak to reveal your butterfly flock tattoo, you lowered your left fingerless glove to reveal your crescent moon tattoo, then lifted up your slowly shredding leggings to show your tree tattoo on your ankle.

The dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf are all in awe by the tattoos “Our youngest member has quite the collection.” Fili said making everyone including you laugh.

End of Flashback:

You couldn’t help but smile fondly of the memory but you looked up at Thorin and heard Thranduil speaking “We’ve come to tell you. Payment of your debt has been offered and excepted.” Thranduil said calmly “What payment? I gave you nothing! You have nothing.” Thorin said still holding his loaded bow making you gulp from last night ‘there will be war I know it.’ You think to yourself ‘Patience little one!’ You heard Thranduil say in your head as he glances down at you but he turns his head to Bard giving him the cue to take out the Arkenston from his coat.

You gulped again as Bard took out the now Milky white stone from his coat ‘Bilbo I hope you’re right.’ You think fearfully as Bard spoke while holding the now purified Arkenston and tossing it in the air “The stone is here in the mountain. Do not be fooled.” Thorin yelled until Bilbo came onto the balcony and began trying to reason with Thorin but the dwarf was not having any of it and began accusing Bilbo of robbing him.

Scared for Bilbo’s life you jumped off the elk and ran for the palace much to Thranduil’s and Bard’s horror “Y/N COME BACK.” Thranduil yelled about to jump off the elk but Gandalf stopped him “No, let her go! Maybe she can talk some sense into Thorin.” The old wizard said while Thranduil and Bard looked at your figure going into the mountain through a shattered window with concern “Please be careful child.” Bard said in fear while Thranduil nodded.

You managed to crawl your way into Erebor through a broken window and found three familiar elderly dwarves “Balin! Dori! Oin!” You said running up to them as their eyes widened in shock and relief “Y/N! It’s wonderful to see you again lass.” Balin said happily as he, Dori and Oin hugged you “We see the elf king has been treating you well.” Dori said looking you up and down “You’ve gotten a bit Taller since last we saw you lass.” Oin said looking up at you “It’s great to see you again, but I need to get to Thorin.” You said making them gloom “He is not himself lass.” Oin said “Aye! Ever since Smaug’s defeat the sickness had taken over him.” Balin said “Maybe seeing you will knock some sense into him.” Oin said as they lead you to where Thorin and the rest of the company are.

After running through twists and turns in the halls you’re finally at the balcony but Dwalin was guarding it “Dwalin!” You said running up to the warrior dwarf “Y/N! It’s wonderful to see you again Lass.” He said hugging you “There he is! Be carful lass, Mahal knows what he’s capable of in this state.” Dori said as Dwalin lets you go “I will.” You said until you heard Thorin’s cold voice shout “Never again will I have dealings with wizards or Shire rats.” He said in anger and that’s when terror struck you when he started demanding the other members of the company to throw Bilbo over the ramp but none of them obeyed making him angry “I’ll do it myself.” He said angrily grabbing Bilbo until you stepped out “DON’T DO IT THORIN.” You yelled out terror in your purple and red heterochromic eyes making everyone turn to you “Y/N? Thank Mahal she’s alive.” Kili said when Thorin spoke “Y/N! Why didn’t you come with us to lake town?” He asked looking you up and down for injuries when his eyes landed on the spot of your choker where the shard of the Arkenston use to be making him angry and slap you in the face causing you to fall and cut the left side of your face in the stone making everyone freeze and Thranduil felt anger boiling within him “You gave it to them. You traitor, I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU IN THE WILDERNESS.” He said about to strike you again but Fili got in front of you taking the blow instead while Kili, Bilbo and Bofur helped you up while Oin ran to treat your scar “Out of the way Fili.” Thorin said in anger “No Uncle.” Fili said until Gandalf spoke “If you are not pleased with my burglar or the neko then return them to me and Thranduil unharmed.” He said just after Oin put a plaster over your scar he winched from the hand mark on your face and the black eye you got from landing ‘He gave her quite the shiner.’ He thinks allowing you and Bilbo to climb down the rope but before you started climbing you gave Thorin a cold look and said “You’ve changed Thorin! You’re not the same Dwarf I meet in the wilderness months ago.” You said climbing down with Bilbo until Bard spoke “Will you have peace or will you have war?” He asked and you can hear Thorin loud and clear “I WILL HAVE WAR.” He yelled out just as you and Bilbo climbed down and ran to your respected guardians.

The moment you were helped onto the elk Thranduil immediately looked over your scar and black eye “He will pay for this.” Thranduil growled rubbing his thumb over your scar until a horn bellowed making you look up to see an army of dwarves with one of them riding on a boar “Good morning. How are we all?!” He asked looking at everyone “I have a wee proposition, if you don't mind giving me a few moments of your time.” He continued giving you a bad feeling “Would you consider...JUST SODDING OFF! All ye, right now!” He shouted making you clutch to Thranduil’s breastplate as he wrapped an arm around you protectively “Stand fast!” Bard shouted out “Come now’ Lord Dain.” Gandalf said clearly trying to negotiate but you can tell this was not going to work.

As Gandalf tries to keep the peace you whispered to Thranduil and Bard “He’s insane.” You said fearfully “She’s right.” Bard whispered back making Thranduil smirk “He’s clearly mad like his cousin.” Thranduil said making you face palm ‘Seriously Dad? Not the best time with a possible war happening.’ You think to yourself in terror “Y/N head to the town with my children, You’ll be safe there incase things get ugly.” Bard said “Go iel nin.” Thranduil said allowing you down from the elk “Be safe little one.” The elk said “I will.” You said running off to the ruined town of Dale.

As your running through the town your unaware of two orcs that were able to sneak in one holding the hilt of his blade and another with rope and a gag, the one with the rope pounced on you and tried tying you up but they were both shoot by arrows “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Looking up you saw a familiar blond elf “Legolas!” You said giving him a hug glad to see him alive “Does father know you’re here? And what happened to your face?” He asked hugging back “Yes, I came here with Dad, he and Bard are trying to negotiate with Thorin.” You said “Y/N, are you alright.” Tilda asked running to you with Bain and Sigrid “I’m alright Tilda, my big brother shot the orcs.” You told the human girl.

Hearing you call him big brother made Legolas’s heart flutter even though he only knew you for awhile he grew protective of you after finding out that you were the princess and heiress of a fallen kingdom “Hide with them Y/N.” Legolas said kissing you on the head “Galu Hanar.” You said in Sindarin as you both let go of each other and ran your separate ways “Come on.” Bain said leading you and his sisters deeper into Dale until you all found an abandoned house and walked into it.

As you and the Bardlings sat in the cold abandoned house all of you heard the sounds of grunting, dark speech and swords then an Orc kicked the old door down “I found the neko girl.” The hideous creature said advancing towards you and the three humans but Bain found an old bow with an arrow and shoot it “Come on.” he said leading you, Sigrid and Tilda “I want Da.” Little Tilda said fearfully clutching your cloak and Sigrid’s skirt as more orcs followed by trolls and goblins “Dear Valar help us all.” You whispered in fear as the battle began.

[laurfilijames]

Hi there! I hope you have a lovely day!

First of all I wanted to tell you that I think you are an amazing writer. The way you write the Durin brothers, their characters, and those scenes filled with so much passion and excitement, chef's kiss 😘

My favorite character was Kili from the beginning, but once I've just read a story from you with Fili, and I fall in love with him too. Kili's character is still my favorite but I can only blame my untamed heart. Anyway, the stories you write always give more life to these characters and show a side of them that can make you believe that they are real in a way. So great work 🤗

I hope it's okay if I share one personal thought of mine. I just saw this picture and had this headcanon that human reader wears this under her wedding robes, and when either Fili or Kili sees this, they can't contain their amazement.

Thank you so much for this kind message.

I'm sorry for taking so long to respond, I really liked seeing it in my askbox and wasn't exactly sure how to reply 💗

Your compliments mean so much to me and really have come at a good time. So thank you again for sending me this, and not being shy to tell someone you enjoy what they do.

It's amazing to know I helped sway you into liking Fili too ☺️ They are both such wonderful characters and deserved so much more for their stories, so I aim to provide that with my writing, especially where Fili is concerned, although I have written the odd Kili piece.

I need to squeal over how much I LOVE these photos and that dress 😍😍 it is truly stunning and I know both of the princes would be more smitten than ever when they saw it. Perhaps one day I can incorporate it into one of my fics, but I strongly encourage you to if you write, or if you're thinking about writing, to go ahead and start with this idea, because it's beautiful.

Again, thank you for sharing this thought with me. I've gone back to this message a lot recently and am so grateful for you sending it to me 💗

[mclovinishereforsmutty]

The Hobbit: ThorinxBilbo A/B/O 3

“Wait! Stop! We have to turn around. I forgot my handkerchief,” 

“You’ll have to learn to manage without pocket handkerchiefs and a great many other things, Bilbo,” Gandalf responded, handing him a rag. Bilbo, somewhat embarresed, looked around too late to catch eyes with Thorin, who was watching Bilbo take the rag from Gandalf. They travelled through the shire and past the forest of Buckland, and on and on until it was nearly nightfall (they stopped somewhere i dunno). After a short dinner most fell sleep although once Bombur started snoring the rest were left awake from the noise. Bilbo gets up, unable to fall asleep, and goes to check on his pony. 

“Good girl. Whose a good girl? This’ll be our little secret, Myrtle. You must tell no one,” Bilbo whispered, sneaking his pony an apple, and patting her snout. This moment shared between horse and hobbit lasted a short while until an inhuman shriek soundedthrough the night. “What was that?” Bilbo looked over out over the land. 

“Orcs” Kili responded. 

“Orcs?” Bilbo asked in a rather shaky voice. Upon hearing Bilbo, Thorin awoke in alarm. He looked around for the orcs Bilbo mentioned, but after realising there were none nearby, he settled into listening to the conversation. 

“Throat-cutters. They’ll be dozens of them out there. The lone-lands are crawling with them. They strike in the wee small hours when everyones asleep. Quick and quiet. No screams, just lots of blood,” Fili and Kili explained, barely containing their amusement at Bilbos concern. Despite Fili and Kili teasing Bilbo, his fear rose with every shriek and howl from the far off orcs. Any intense emotion, especially fear, in an omega or alpha sends tier pheromones into overdrive, and Bilbo, who had never left the shire prior to this excursion, was truely terrified. Thorin who had barely been listening shot open his eyes at the sweet aroma of fresh bread and honey. 

“You think thats funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke? You know nothing of the world,” Thorin reprimanded, scoffing at his nephews’ ignorance. His anger and hatred for orcs caused a flood of rich soil and campfire wash over the dwarves, Gandalf, and most of all Bilbo, but to him the scent didn’t seem harsh, closer to the comfort and familiarity of Buckland woods but with the excitement and adventure of what seemed to be a whole new world Bilbo had entered with this company. 

“Don’t mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain… King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient Dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs… led by the most vile of all their race: Azog the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc… had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began… by beheading the king. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed… we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death… were upon us. That is when I saw him. A young Dwarf prince… facing down the pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armor rent… wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield. Azog the Defiler learned that day… that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied… wand drove the Orcs back. And our enemy… had been defeated. But there was no feast… nor song that night… for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then… there is one who I could follow. There is one… I could call king,” Balin explained, as Thorin walked a ways to compose himself. Bilbo want over to Thorin, taking deep breaths as though he would never taste fresh air again. They stood side by side for awhile, quietly drinking each other in. 

“What happened to the pale orc?” Bilbo cautioned, turning to Thorin only to be face to face with the rugged dwarf. Bilbo gasped in slight surprise, not expecting their faces to be so close. Thorin might’ve given a slight smirk at that, however the subject matter at hand stilled his face. 

“He slunk back into the hole from whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago,” Thorin answered, with venom in his voice that was not towards Bilbo. He looked into the dwarfs stony eyes, his chizeled rough complexion brought out the smoothness of his lips. Bilbo wanted to know what they felt like on his. Thorin studied Bilbos face, his gentle mossy eyes, his small nose, and his soft pink lips. Another shriek from the orcs, and Bilbo jumped back into Thorin. “Hey, hey. Theres no orcs up here. They aren’t near us. Even if they were I’d protect you… seeing as how useless conkers would be against them,” he reasoned, gruffly. Despite his bluntness, he put his coat on Bilbos shoulders and brought him back to where his bag lay. Thorin lay down in the spot beside Bilbo and let their fingers barely touch until Bilbo fell relaxed. 

“Thorin? You’ll still be here when I wake up right?” Bilbo murmured, half asleep at this point. 

“I’m not leaving” 

[blackarrcw]

@disasteregyptologist asked: "do you think Fili would ask for my hand? I mean .. I am not Dwarrow, I am human.. shouldn't he be with his own Kin? Being heir to the throne of Durin isn't that his duty?" / tcbefearless Eilonwy to either Kili or Thorin 🫶🏻

Her concerns were justifiable. Thorin understood the hesitation and fear hidden beneath those words, but deep down the dwarf king knew that this girl was meant for his eldest nephew. There were times he'd seen how happy they were around one another, how often they would be huddled up together - talking amongst themselves.

Thorin had not found anything wrong with it. But she held several points that would be against her in their culture: she was human and typically, dwarves would prefer to be with one of their kin. Hell, the dwarf king was as traditional as they came, but being around his nephews and having his life dangling by a thread due to battle wounds had an effect on him that made the elder change his mind.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, pulling a tender smile to his features before he raised his hands and cupped her face, "Eilonwy," Thorin began, his expression soft as he took her features in "Fili is free to choose who he pleases. Kili has done this as well, in case you've forgotten." Those words were rumbling from the brunette, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks "You are kin. Whether you see it or not, you've done far more than any of those within Dain's armies. Fili is smitten with you, but I caution you both to be careful and take your time."

[delicatenightfury]

Star of the Mountain Chapter 44

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

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Masterlist - Previous Chapter

It has been so long since we have seen you. I hope that all is well and that you are enjoying a quiet life in your little hole in the ground. There was once a time where I could not understand how you could enjoy living so peacefully, but after all this time, I believe that I understand your contentment. Thorin mentioned once that you carried an acorn with you while we were on our quest. I do hope that it has turned into the most amazing tree by now.

I suppose that I should explain the reason for my writing, especially after so long.

I’m sorry to tell you that Thorin and Oreliell have both passed. We wanted you to know as you are our dear friend.

They passed on together, peacefully in their sleep in the year 3008. Thorin was nearing the age of 262. I could not begin to tell you how old Oreliell was. As you know, elves live quite a long time. 

While the news is hard on all of us and we greatly mourn the loss of Erebor’s king and queen, we have so much to remember them by as we celebrate their lives in this world. There is so much I want to tell you about them, as much has happened since we reclaimed the mountain all those years ago. I shall start at the beginning.

Thorin and Oreliell married in the summer after we reclaimed the mountain. There had been much work to do in order to restore the mountain to its former glory, so that became their focus. There had been some stumbling blocks along the way, but they knocked those blocks down with no problems. 

(The Arkenstone did go missing for a brief period, but don’t worry! Everything and everyone was fine. We found it and it was safely returned to the throne.)

Not even a year into their marriage, Oreliell became pregnant. I cannot begin to tell you how excited everyone was at the news, Thorin most of all. He completely doted on Oreliell all throughout her pregnancy. Dwarf and elven pregnancies both last quite a long time compared to humans or hobbits. In fact, they can last a couple of years. I know, that may seem insane to you. That being said, no one really knew what to expect with the baby.

Turns out, the pregnancy was about twenty-seven months, and Erebor welcomed its newest heir: Erthor Durin. The healers had worried about his health since Oreliell’s pregnancy wasn’t dwarven length, but Erthor was perfectly healthy. He looks so much like Thorin it's hard to believe, but he has his mother’s eyes.

They waited a couple of years before trying for another child and when Oreliell became pregnant again, it was with twins! There had been a great deal of concern this time, as twins were rare among both dwarves and elves. Thorin and Oreliell had sent letters to Lord Elrond - you remember him from Rivendell, don’t you? Apparently he has twins himself. Well he was able to give some advice, but recommended that Oreliell take things easier than before.

The pregnancy itself was smooth, just a little longer than before. The birth had been the challenging part. We thought we had almost lost Oreliell, but she was a strong woman and pulled through. And the twins - a girl and a boy - were healthy as well. Their names are Tirneth and Varin, who are each a near perfect mix of their parents. 

Thorin and Oreliell were the best parents. I can attest to that myself since Thorin practically raised Fili and I after our father passed, but it’s something else to see him raise his own children. He would always make time for them, sometimes even skipping meetings to spend time with them. He had received more than a couple of scolding for that.

Oreliell spent a lot of time with them as well. She played with them daily, taught them how to ride horses. They’ve learned how to forge metal and play instruments. Oreliell also made a point to teach them about their dual heritages, and about the history of Middle Earth. They’ve even grown up hearing stories about our quest. So don’t worry, they know all about our precious burglar and how he helped to reclaim Erebor. 

I tell you, Bilbo, those children never wanted for anything growing up.

And of course, all the children can fight. Both Thorin and Oreliell taught them, as well as Vedis and Dwalin. Their duels are quite intense. Remember the duel at Beorn’s home, where Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and I fought Oreliell and Vedis? It’s like that. There’s almost always a healer on call in case of injury.

As the children grew older, Thorin and Oreliell made a point to teach them matters of state. Both knew that they would most likely pass on before Erthor was ready to take on the throne, so they wanted to make them all prepared. Since Erthor is not yet ready or old enough to assume the throne, mother and I are serving as regents until he is ready. I don’t think it will be much longer honestly. Erthor is a very capable lad and will rule Erebor well, just like his parents.

Thorin and Oreliell have left Erebor in a very stable condition. Over the years, they have managed to grow our wealth. We have established trade routes and alliances with both Dale and Mirkwood, including several other neighboring kingdoms and towns. We even have our own farmland! The land in front of the mountain has been transformed so that we can grow our own crops and have livestock. You would be very proud, Bilbo.

The rest of the company is doing well. Most have stayed in Erebor as they have held various positions over the years, and several started families.

Bifur and Bofur continued making toys and became well known for them in Erebor and Dale. Meanwhile Bombur takes great pride working in the kitchens.

Dori and Nori have both chosen to live quietly with their riches. There are many who like to listen to their stories in the local taverns.

Dwalin remains head of the royal guard, and has held a seat on the royal council since Thorin was crowned.

Gloin has assisted with training over the years. Gloin’s wife and son Gimli came to live in the mountain as well. Gimli has grown quite a lot. He’ll make a fine warrior. 

Oin was head of the healers for many years. He learned lots about human and elven healing techniques, which he was always ready to try out, though he is not as active anymore due to his old age.

Balin and Ori were the only two to depart. They moved to Moria. Balin became the reigning lord there, so we have not seen them in several years. 

My mother, Dís, has also taken up a role within the mountain, aside from being a doting aunt hell bent on spoiling her niece and nephews. She was named Keeper of Ravenhill. There is a host of ravens there that returned after the Battle, and she tends to them frequently.

As for myself, Tauriel and I married after Tirneth and Varin were born. We became engaged during Oreliell’s pregnancy and wanted to wait until the babes had been born to wed. Now, we have two children of our own: two daughters, who are ten years apart in age. Their names are Filia and Leitha. They’re beautiful, if I do say so. Filia has Tauriel’s fiery hair and Leitha has my own. I have said that they look so much like Tauriel, but both she and my mother say that they have my nose.

And Vedis. About thirty years ago, Vedis left Erebor. There had been rumors spreading that the Morfaroth were making appearances across Middle Earth. Do you remember them? They were the group that Oreliell and Vedis had been part of long before we met them. We had a run in with one of them before Oreliell and Thorin got married, but nothing had been heard of them since then. So Vedis decided to leave so she could stop them.

She has had some success, but they are apparently good at hiding. She’s been across almost all of Middle Earth. She does return from time to time to visit. Her visits are quiet as you can probably imagine, but she spends a great deal of time with her sister and her niece and nephews. She has returned briefly to see Oreliell and Thorin be buried, but I know she plans to leave again.

I do worry about her, Bilbo. She seems tired. I have noticed more scars on her throughout the years, though she has never acknowledged them and I have never said anything. I do not know if Oreliell ever said anything. But now that Oreliell is gone though, I fear her visits to Erebor will become fewer and that she will become lost. I suppose all we can do now is continue to invite her home and pray for her safety and happiness.

We plan to bury Thorin and Oreliell in the next few days. We shall hold a grand banquet to celebrate their lives, their love, and their rule, as they will be greatly missed. There are even plans to create a statue of them afterwards. It should be a sight to truly behold.

We miss you dearly, Mister Boggins, all of us do. Enjoy your books and armchairs, your doilies and handkerchiefs. May your pantry always be full of food and your riches never run out. I hope that another adventure finds you and brings you as much excitement as our time together.

Yours sincerely,

Kili Durin

[orcristwielder]

Letters from Thorin; Pt. 1

Two years have passed since the end of the Battle.

In that time Thorin had began the slow process of healing from his wounds. The first few months had been a bit rough for all involved as the company had sat around and waited day after day, night after night, to know of the news of their king. Oin had given strict orders for the others to not disturb the process that Thorin was going through, even though it wasn't likely that he would wake up anytime soon. Days would pass and the company would slowly begin to lose hope in the fact that the dwarf king may not awaken at all, not unless some odd miracle were to happen. In those days the heirs of Durin had woken slowly, first beginning with the eldest; Fili. No one believed the young lad would have lived with the wound sustained and fall taken, but sure enough; he lived. Barely, though. Unfortunately, he'd lost any movement from the waist down and in his left arm though Oin had taken time to work with him in gaining that back.

The next one to have awoken from their coma was Kili. A stab wound to the chest had left behind enough poison to keep one dead, but with everything in the healer's power, he was able to get the young one to live. Many believed Kili would not put much of a fight up this time around, but in the end he proved all wrong; surprising all in the room calling for his brother, and then his mother. Oin had kept the brothers on a strict liquid diet for the first few weeks of their recovery then he had them start out on soft foods, reintroducing them to certain foods so that they may regain their strength.

And finally; the last of the Durin line to awaken was Thorin. Perhaps it had taken a bit more time and a bit more encouragement for the royal to pull through, encouragement given to grip one's hand or move a finger should he be able to hear. The first thing Thorin had woken up to was the soft murmurings - unsure of who it had been near him, but it was encouragement enough for the royal to try and open his eyes. Slowly, but surely, the brunette's eyes opened revealing pale blue hues instead of the normal bright blue that most were used to seeing. His gaze would shift from looking above to seeing Oin beside him, features furrored in concern as the healer had checked the bedridden king. A few minutes of soft hums and 'hmphs' had been given as he continued his exam, poking and proding to see what was still tender and what had healed during the king's sleep.

It was from that moment forward that Thorin had began the actual healing process.

Days passed into weeks as the king's healing had been slow, some wounds had been found to be itchy to the dwarf but Oin had simply explained to Thorin that it had been apart of the healing process and that it was a good sign as it had been believed that the royal would have lost feeling in those particular areas. Another thing that the injured royal had to learn was patience - and that had proven to be quite difficult for Thorin to learn. Patience was not his strong suit, not in the slightest. He was certain this had been told to him at some point in time, but the conversation had been pushed aside at that moment. The frustration that had been exhibited only made Dwalin and Balin, when they visited their king, chuckle.

Weeks turned into months as the healing journey continued. Thorin had become quite restless over time laying in a sick bed and not doing a thing, which was not like him at all. In fact, this had only made his ire grow more when Oin would tell him that he needed rest. Yes, he'd been resting - didn't help with the fact that he'd been a sleep for a while due to his wounds. In the king's eyes; he'd rested enough. But Oin was in charge while in the infirmary and Oin's words were law at this point. Whenever the royal would inquire about doing something as simple as reading he was met with annoyance and the word 'no.' He would only ask about it a few more times until he'd finally grown tired of it dropping the topic entirely, in the end. It wasn't until one day that the elder healer had been checking him over that things had taken a different turn, to which Thorin had found himself surprised by what came from his old friend.

"It seems yer ready to start walkin', lad."

FINALLY!

The moment Oin had decided that his king was ready to start physical therapy was the moment things had began changing for the brunette. Every day he'd be met by his sister who arrived during his period of rest, giving him a hand to lean on should it be needed. It was during one of his moments of down time that the idea of putting his thoughts into words on parchment, perhaps write a letter to someone of his choosing. That hadn't been such a bad idea, if Thorin were honest. And it was after this moment that he'd requested for a quill and said parchament so that he could begin this new venture.

Today had been that particular day where he'd chosen to take up writing since therapy had not been on the list of things to do for the day. Words were not his greatest strength - unless it was about things he knew of for certain but matters of the mind and heart? No. He was completely out of his element with such matters. An hour would pass and then another hour, Thorin had tried to will his hand to move to put pen to paper. Brows furrowed in frustration as words would come and go, not quite sounding right to him or just absolutely not workable for what he wanted to write about. Diplomatic matters and business letters were a simple topic he could write about, no issue, as they were subjects he'd dealt with on the daily and knew of like the back of his hand. But to write at a moment of leisure, to put feelings into words.

That was beyond his element.

With a breath taken Thorin had grabbed the quill in hand, dipping the end in ink and soon began to write out what he could pausing a moment or two to read over the sentence before cotinuing onward with the rest of what was to be said.

 

Amad,

There are many things that have happened for the last year or so, since the moment I'd last been in Ered Luin. Perhaps I should begin this by saying that Erebor will stand once more thanks to Balin and Dain, how have both seen to the kingdom's restoration. The Lonely Mountain will once again become home to the dwarves in Ered Luin and the Iron Hills, and Dale will be thriving with the sound of laughter and children running around again. There is still much work to be done though, that is a mere instance of progress to provide you with. There is also still so much to tell you yet there is so little time that I have at the moment to explain.

Where do I begin with this?

Bright blues read over the words a few times more but his expression softened when he settled on the fact that this was what he was fine with. The scritching sound of the quill moving along the paper filling the air and ridding the king's thoughts of the drowning silence. Silence was fine for the most part, but when you were stuck with yourself for so long with nothing but your own thoughts and the ideas that come to mind, that was never the fun bit. Perhaps he could thank the elder healer for bringing this to his attention, and mayhaps make Oin regret having him do so. The royal continued the letter to his mother going into a bit more detail of the quest and describing the Hobbit that Gandalf had wanted Thorin to recruit for such a dangerous mission. There were a few things that the brunette had omitted from the letter as he had not wanted to make her worry, completely bypassing the details of the ending of the Battle of Five Armies. Leaving out the fact that he had gotten himself, Fili and Kili nearly buried six feet under ground.

Perhaps this would go a lot smoother than he anticipated...

[this-is-for-fili]

Concerning Fili Durin (T.A. 2859-2941)

When I saw The Desolation of Smaug in theaters four years ago, that was the first time that I actually noticed the TH/LOTR fandom, and I mean actually noticed it. I had seen the extended LOTR films many times as a child, so I was already familiar with Middle-earth. But anyways…

My love for Fili wasn’t instantaneous if I am to be honest with both myself and you. I can’t quite remember if I had took interest in Kili or Thorin first, but I know for sure that my feelings towards the two went back and forth for awhile. Occasionally, I would gravitate towards other characters like Lindir or Thranduil. It wasn’t until around three years ago when I took into account how amazing he was. He’s just so… perfect.

The way his beautiful smile would shine under his beard made me weak in the knees. Don’t even get me started on his eyes. Man, if I could, and I would, I would have jumped straight into that movie and saved him; I would save him and the rest of the Durin family ten fold and then some if it actually meant something.

After reading some many fanfics from different authors that had different pairings with different people, I became creative on how I could save him. Hell, I could even create whole scenes in my head depicting exactly how I would do it. I made sure every second counted so then I didn’t regret it later. The whole thing made me feel like a bloody hero. Often times, I would make such intricate scenes, I felt like I was there. I felt like I fit in…

…right by his side

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I’d like to thank @calicoskatts and @fandomgalcentral for requesting ideas for this. I decided to combine their requests because they both fit together pretty well. Thanks guys!!

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Stolen Away

This is Day 20 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings:  a headache?

Word count: 740

After a long and grueling council session, Fili’s one saves him. 

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

Hours. It had been hours of screaming, yelling, threats and general disagreement, and the dwarven council of Erebor still had not come to an agreement. Fili could already feel the headache pulsing behind his eyes as he sat at the end of the table of aggravated darrow and dams each set on their own desires and caring not for any adjustments to help settle the arguments. Now, Fili loved being King. He loved his people, his home and what the dwarven empire at his fingertips stood for. But meetings like this made him want to run away and hide. He had already glanced at the door a few times debating on doing just that.

Ever since Thorin retired his title and ran away to the shire with his consort, Fili had been at wits end trying to appease his disciples. His brother helped as much as he could from his position, never have the elves and dwarves had such good relations and trade in their history allowing both civilizations to thrive in each other’s allyship, but on days like these, not even his brothers comforting smile could wash away Fili’s woes. He did know who could however.

“Ok, time for a break,” the dark haired Durin mutter to Fili’s right, his own frustrations showing in the bend of his brown and the slight snarl on his lips, “this meeting has officially been brought to a respite. Everyone is to report in an hour with their new points of topic suggestions. Go,”

There were grumbles and whines but Kili sent them a look of fire and strutted out the door, urging the rest to do the same. Soon enough the chamber was brought to quiet as Fili remained seated alone.

The King rubbed his face slowly and groaned into his hands, ignoring the mountains of paper work piled around him.

“So the echoes ring true, the King is in need of saving?” a light and tender voice called out, the sound alone bringing a smile to Fili’s lips. He peaked through his fingers with a pleading look, his heart calming at the sight of his beloved watching him in a mixture of concern and amusement. She came to sit on the table in front of him and held out a glass of orange coloured liquid, “Kili said the meeting was a rough one,”

A small ‘mmh’ sound was all he could muster as he accepted the glass, his headache lessening the moment it touched his tongue. He closed his eyes once more and leaned against his wife with a sigh.

“Oh my poor gem,” she chuckled, and Fili felt her hands taking away the crown on his head. She replaced it with her fingers running through his long golden locks. The feeling made him purr in delight, and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer, not willing to let her go anytime soon.

“I’m better now that you’re here my jewel,” he grinned up at her from were he sat. As cheesy as it was, he was delighted to see the flush of red across her cheeks.

“Silly dwarf,” she muttered leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “did you get anything done at least?”

“Not a thing,” he moaned back, “Everyone’s at each other’s throats, no one wants to do anything differently, even if it gets them to same results at the end, and I’m sure half on them only put up their ideas to annoy the other half,”

“And how long do you have until the meeting is interval is finished?”

“An hour or so,”

“Plenty of time to steal you away then?”

Fili caught the mischievous flint in her eyes as she spoke and sent her a knowing look.

“To were love? I’m tired,”

“To nap then, somewhere quiet and soft?”

“Then save me and steal me away jewel,”

He stood to take her hand but gasped as she lifted him from the ground, her strong arms wrapping around him and pulling him to her chest like he weighed nothing.

“Now what on middle earth are you doing?” he spluttered, the burning of his cheeks apparent.

“What does it look like?” she grinned, nuzzling into his cheek, “I’m stealing you away,”

And that’s what she did, and Fili couldn’t have cared less about the stares and strange looks he received being carried back to the safety of his chambers in his wife’s arms.

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[ravensliterature]

You Better Live

A/N: Lol I lied

pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

warnings: Just some fighting

w/c: 1329

Prompt: You find Thorin in the midst of the fight with Azog. Is it too late to save him? 

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 You had to make it; you simply had to! Thorin, Fili, and Kili were on Ravenhill, and you needed to ensure they were alright. Thorin would be livid that you were running up the mountain to save their hides, but your concern overwhelmed you. If they died, the line of Durin would end.

As you reached the summit of Ravenhill, the sound of clashing swords and shouts spurred you on. Hopefully, you weren’t too late. Spotting a figure lying on the ground, you dashed toward him, fearing the worst. He hadn’t moved, and he wasn’t breathing, leading you to assume the worst.

“Fili!” you sobbed, recognizing his lifeless form. His eyes were open but glassy, and a fatal wound bled profusely on his back. You were too late to save him, and the grief was overwhelming.

Snapped out of your trance by a shout, you unsheathed your sword and advanced toward the ongoing battle. Recognizing Thorin’s voice, you tightened your grip on your sword. Thorin and Azog were locked in combat, and it seemed Thorin was at a disadvantage.

Hiding behind some rocks, you waited for the right moment to intervene, knowing a direct assault could lead to Azog spotting you.

Taking a deep breath, you made your move. Creeping closer, you leaped from your cover and swung at Azog's head. He turned and countered with his mace, but you dodged and slashed at his arm, momentarily distracting him. As he swung again, you ducked and retaliated, slicing through his shoulder. He collapsed, grunting in pain, but was quick to regain his footing.

Rushing to Thorin’s side, you checked on him. He was panting, marked by cuts, but nothing fatal. He nodded at you, an unspoken agreement that there was no time to grieve now; survival was the priority.

Azog recovered and attacked anew. This time, you parried his blows, matching his ferocity with every exchange. During a critical moment, Thorin tripped Azog, allowing you to drive your sword deep into Azog’s chest.

Staggering back in shock, Azog pulled the sword from his chest and, with a hateful glare, charged again.

You and Thorin retreated tactically, trying not to be cornered. "Y/N, be careful!" Thorin called out as Azog made a vicious swipe at you. You narrowly dodged and countered, finally managing to fatally wound him with a knife from your boot. As Azog fell, Thorin delivered the final blow.

But as Azog collapsed, he managed one last act of defiance, pulling Thorin down with him. Thorin was severely wounded, his condition grave. He tried to approach you but stumbled, collapsing.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered as you supported him.

“No…” you cried, hugging him close.

“I love you,” he said, his arms weakly embracing you.

“I love you too,” you replied, tears streaming down your face.

After a moment, you gently laid him down and reassured him with a kiss on his forehead.

“You can’t leave me,” you murmured, tenderly stroking his hair.

“I know,” he responded, pressing a small kiss into your hair. “You’ll never lose me.”

“Never,” Thorin affirmed, his hand cupping your cheek. “I will always be with you.”

He then urged you to promise to stay by his side in life and death, which you tearfully affirmed. Despite the bleak circumstances, you resolved to do everything to save him.

Annually, you visited the graves of those fallen at the Battle of the Five Armies, now buried beneath Erebor. This ritual was important, especially for your twins to connect with their lineage.

“Mom!” Frerin called, “It’s time to go! I want to see father!”

With a chuckle, you replied, “Okay, sweetie, but give us five minutes! I’m doing your sister’s hair!”

Frerin playfully rolled his eyes and joined you and Dili. After finishing Dili’s hair, you all proceeded to the crypt.

“Remember, behave,” you reminded them as they energetically entered the crypt, calling out to their father.

Thorin, appearing regal as ever, greeted them with open arms, showering them with affection. You observed this touching scene, your heart swelling with love and the pain of past losses.

After paying respects to Fili and Kili, whose graves were adorned with their favorite colors and treasures, you reflected on their bravery and how much they would have adored the twins.

“It’s about time for bed,” Thorin said after a while, leading everyone back home. As you left, Frerin’s innocent comment about your ongoing love captured the bittersweet nature of memory and loss.

“They love you, mommy,” he said.

“I know, baby,” you responded, embracing him tightly.

As you walked away, filled with both sorrow and gratitude, you knew the spirits of the departed were with you, watching over your growing family. Life was precious, and you were determined to cherish every moment with those you loved.

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[luna-writes-stuff]

I read that the request was open and I came running because I can't miss it. So here I am, my request: thorin oakenshield x human (female). I don't know if you've seen this trend on tik tok where you see black and white until you find the love of your life and soulmate. Well something like that, where thorin gets to see colors when he sees the human that will join them in the company. thank you very much if this request is accepted!

A world of colors, Thorin Oakenshield

Headcanons, female s/o (but can be read as genderneutral)

Tw: soulmate!AU, canon-typical violence, injuries, blood, everyone lives!AU

- It is a known fact that dwarves have a “One”. The only one they ever fall in love with. But with this, comes the curse of seeing in gray colors until meeting that said One.

- Therefor, some dwarves, see in black and white for their entire lives. When Thorin was young, he always hoped he would meet his One, but as he grew older and had to grow into the roll of prince, he quickly realized that wouldn’t be his future. He only ever saw a limited amount of people, rarely meeting new ones.

- And after Erebor got destroyed and the dwarves won the battle of Azanulbizar, he knew there would be no One for him. No one to make him see that glorious blue his father used to speak of. Never the shades of green Dis had mentioned countless times.

- But that was until he met you. When the quest for Erebor began, everyone had gathered in Bag End. You had come along to help slay the dragon, as your knowledge of rare and dangerous species had been enormous.

- The second Thorin set foot into the house of Bilbo, his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for his nephews, but instead, his eyes landed on you.

- All of the sudden, warm tints of brown and yellow colored his vision. His eyes suddenly shut, the amount of new light overwhelming his brain.

- You had no idea what was going on. You see; you were a human. You didn’t have a “One” and because of this, you had been able to see every color as a normal person.

- But Thorin wouldn’t be Thorin if he wasn’t stubborn. He ignored it, and therefor ignored you too. He tried shutting out the colors, but sometimes it got too much for him.

- Yet, he had done a fairly good job at hiding it. He was very blunt to you, but the moment danger approached, he had always been near. He never once taunted you like he taunted Bilbo, but he became concerned for your safety, causing him to forbid you to do certain things. In your ears, it sounded as if he didn’t trust you. But he did. He just didn’t want to see you hurt.

- He had been on track so well with reclaiming the mountain and getting over his feelings for you.

- Until Mirkwood. When you were trapped in the dungeons, Kili became able to see colors too. And he had been over the moon. He couldn’t shut up about it. Thorin had done well to disregard the comments.

- But then Kili dropped a comment Thorin didn’t think too well of; “Uncle, Ma was right. Green is so beautiful! I feel so bad that you and Fili aren’t able to see it too.” “I know what green looks like, Kili.”

- Silence. Dead silence. Everyone knew Thorin had never once seen color. It was almost as known as his reputation. And now he told them he knew the color green.

- You hadn’t known much about dwarves, but you remembered your mother telling you stories about how dwarves lived in a grey world.

- No one even dared ask him when he first started seeing color. They knew they wouldn’t get an answer out of him anyway.

- But, you know; curiosity and cats and all that.

- Kili has no dignity or shame whatsoever. He teased Thorin about it the entire way, asking him who it was till no end.

- Yet Kili wouldn’t find out until the battle of the five armies. You had managed to save the line of Durin, yet Azog managed to get a good hit on you. It wasn’t anything lethal, yet it left your arm bleeding out.

- Thorin had never wanted to see that much red in his life. While Azog was towering over you, you were clutching your arm, the blood seeping through your hand. Thorin took this opportunity to kill his enemy once and for all.

- But his attention wasn’t on his victory; it was on you, your face contorted in pain as your legs gave out underneath you. And he was quick to catch you before your head would meet the icy ground.

- “Amralime-“ he started, but you had cut him off. “It’s me isn’t it?” Thorin did not understand your question, and you realized it within a few seconds.

- “The colors. It’s me, isn’t it?” Now Thorin was silent. How could you have known? “Balin told me.” You commented, almost as if you were reading his mind.

- “I didn’t tell Balin anything.” He tried defending, but he knew his attempt was fruitless. “You don’t need to.” And that much was true. Balin knew Thorin better than anyone. He could see through the poor king without even blinking.

- “It is.” He confessed, holding your arm to stop the flowing of your blood. “So stay with me.”

- Gandalf had found the two of you quickly, helping you to a healer before Thorin could even protest.

- The healing process thankfully didn’t take a long time. Plus, you had been invited to stay in Erebor for as long as you wished.

- And, of course, you accepted. Not even two weeks later you were walking through the forest behind the mountain with Thorin, your hair braided up nicely, your hand intertwined with his.

- It had been almost a year, but colors still managed to surprise him. The greens around him were indeed intoxicating, just like his sister used to tell him. The sky was beautiful, but the color he enjoyed most had to be the yellow of the flowers decorating the grass.

- He always braided your hair with a yellow piece of fabric, his favorite color proudly sitting in your hair. And you would carry it for as long as you would live.