#darrowdams

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Dumbass thought:

Bilbo stays in the mountain. He still communicates to his family in the shire. He regularly talks about them to thorin + company and other dwarves end up overhearing a few things, specifically about his cousin who’s having her 6th kid.

Cue the dwarves being so confused, becuase what does he mean?? Dwarves are lucky to have one child never mind six. And Bilbo goes on to talk about how hobbit families are really big and how they have the blessing of yavanna.

This however get miscommunicated around the mountain and the dwarves start to believe that hobbits can bless fertility. One darrowdam goes up to Bilbo to ask for his blessing for a child. She has always wanted one but she has never been able to carry to term. Bilbo doesn’t realize what’s happening yet, so he gives his blessing. He checks up on her during the pregnancy, giving her special teas and foods. (This just makes the rumours worse, as the dwarves believe that this is some kind of ritual) She carry to full term and gives birth to a boy.

And volia Bilbo becomes the patron saint of fertility in the mountain. He is confused. Kili and Fili are in awe, their uncle is a god. Thorin is smug as fuck, especially after a couple of elves hear about this and travel to the mountain for his blessing.

Bilbo gets a fierce guard of darrowdam warrior who would defend the consort until they die. Every babe that gets born under bilbos blessing considers him 1/4 their parent. He loves all of them. Fili and Kili have to fight for his attention

[deadlymistletoe]

WIP Game

Thank you for the tag, @bookworm-with-coffee!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Considering I have way too many WIP's, a lot of with are currently abandoned or forgotten, here's the main ones I'm working on/have hope for.

I'm open to sharing snippets or answering any questions you may have about them!

{Untitled 1}: Fluff. Your boyfriend asks you to go on some errands with his brother on a hunt in order to ‘bond’, but when have things ever been that simple? Especially when Castiel decides to tag along too. Mostly platonic with background Dean Winchester x Reader {Supernatural}

{Untitled 2}: Angst. On the anniversary of being separated from your beloved son by the devil known as Peter Pan, you and Killian despair under the moonlight with thoughts of your failure. Killian Jones x Reader {Once Upon A Time}

p.s. as soon as 'untitled 2' gets a title it'll be ready to post.

{Never Let You Fall}: Angst, Romance, H/C. When an enemy from Damon's past shows up, Damon proves that he will never let you fall. Literally. Damon Salvatore x Reader {The Vampire Diaries}

{Official Business}: Romance (getting together), fluff. When you go with a group from Iron Hills to assist with Erebor’s rebuilding, Kili immediately falls head-over-heels in love with you, but you mistake his attempts at flirting for friendly behaviour. Kili x Darrowdam!Reader {The Hobbit}

{Drive}: Slight angst, comfort. When Sam in injured on a hunt and suggests you drive home, you're forced to confess something you never wanted your longtime crush to know; you don't know how to drive. Sam Winchester x Reader {Supernatural}

Send the asks!

If you want to be tagged in any of these fics so you don't miss them and you're not already on a relevant taglist (or you can't remember if you are) you can either comment here, shoot me a message, or fill out my taglist form.

P.s. if your request is not on here, it does not mean I'm not doing it - I just haven't been able to write much this year, trust me, it's coming at some stage.

Five tags for Five WIP's:

@imagines--galore, @thewitchkingiscool-ace, @lady-of-imladris, @wordbunch, @coopsgirl

[tilosecretbirb]

(Mirefinwe for Far) Mirefinwe looked around, taking in everyone and they fiddled with their sleeves. They wanted to ask for a dance but asking one of their own Snow Elves might think it a form of favoritism from their Lord but there weren't many people here they knew and felt comfort enough to ask for---Oh! Far! She was here, perhaps she wouldn't mind dancing? The Lord of the Snow Elves approached the darrowdam, bowing to her. "Greetings Lady Far, would you honour me with a dance?" Mirefinwe was nervous asking, and resorted to being overly formal to not mess up.

Fár hated balls and galas and parties alike. She liked the gossiping and the chit chat. The mischievous games taking place on the side. Not the formal speaking and networking she was strong armed into doing from Striplinghood. It was boring. She wasn't royalty she was business but business was spread on relationships and relationships were formed and maintained through formal conversations at places just like this.

When she hears a familiar non-business associated voice her rounded ears all but perk. "I see the frost has arrived early this year," she greets, bowing formally sweeping her cloak back.

Her face breaks into a laugh, "you wish to dance with me? Surely you gest, I will only slow you down. You will have a better time with any other person here."

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

👀

 Hobbits have secrets. A lot of secrets and some of them only a few knew. Bilbo knew this well. His first time returning from an adventure, from Erebor he found himself dragged off by the Clerics who sat him down and interrogated him. They asked him question after question, demanded answers for everything. And in the end, they discovered some secrets were kept from Bilbo. 

 “Why were you never told of Ciran?” the head Cleric demanded. “Your father stated he told you!”

 “I don’t know.” Bilbo told her. “What is Ciran?” Yet they would not answer. Instead they shook their heads and whispered. They looked at him with pain in their eyes and each told him they were sorry. 

 Bilbo never quite got an answer out of them. Though he found his feet walking to their smials and their halls often. Some Clerics would sob upon seeing him. Others would scurry away. A few though spoke with him.

 “Your aunt almost was one of us,” Cleric Honeysuckle told him one day while she tended the healing garden. It was three years before Bilbo would become the guardian for Frodo and he’d wandered over to see if they would be willing to talk. Honeysuckle put him to work braiding rope for some of the plants. 

 “My aunt?” Bilbo asked. “Which one?” Hilidgard? She died before her majority after all, it would make sense. 

 “No.” Honeysuckle shook her head. “Ruby Chubb.”

 “Aunt Ruby?” Bilbo asked as he felt a sharp pang in his heart. It was not the first nor would it be the last time he wished he’d told his dwarves of his great-grandmother, Rose Chubb who found her Heart Match in a Darrowdam. Who laid with her love in her garden and through that love had three daughters grow. Ruby, Daisy and Adamanta. 

 He liked to think they’d hear how Hobbits had children and would understand why they kept it secret. Men were strange and attacked those they felt were different. Bilbo also liked to think that they would find the ending to the story just as sad, for one day Rose awoke and said to her daughters that their other mother died bearing a brother for them. She passed minutes after, unable to live with her Heart Match gone.

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Thunderstorms and Kisses

This is Day 9 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings: thunderstorms, ptsd

Word count: 2060

The thunderstorm outside sounds far to similar to the battle for Fili. Narni helps him through it.

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

The thunderstorm outside roared in rage, the sounds echoing through the deep caverns and halls of the lonely mountain. Those who lived closest to the walls of the mountain watched the strikes of lighting with fascination and fear, in awe of the way nature could be so terrible and powerful at the same time. Those in the mines could feel the tingles of electricity through the walls of stone as the bolts hit their mark on the earth, those skilled enough being able to see through the walls and caves of their home without their eyes. Others, such as Narni, were simply heading home to wait out the destructive anger that the world was putting them through.  

It was strange to see the usually bustling mountain so empty, and as the darrowdam made her way along her home’s long and deserted halls she felt the longing in her heart. Such as storm always brought her a sense of awe, the crashing and rumbling reminding her of the forge and its organized chaos, its lightning’s flashes reflecting the wonder that sparks in her eyes as she watches the embers burn and the metal bend and shape against the anvil. Storms where wild and free, just as her soul was.

Her feet were light against the marble halls and the small basket she carried was heavy and full of ingredients she would make into treats after dinner. Dinner that Fili was at home preparing for them both. A smile tugged on Narni’s lips at the though. Her prince was talented in many ways, she had known that from the beginning of their courting, but his talent of cooking had surprised her in the best way. While she preferred to bake, her prince put as much heart onto his cooking as he did his forging, and that knowledge alone let there be no comparison to any other’s cooking (except maybe Bombur, not that she would ever admit it to her wonderful lover).

She let the smile turn into a grin as her door came into sight, simply imaging all the wonderful aromas that would greet her as she walked inside. Perhaps Fili would be waiting for her with a spoon in his hand, rushing to her to taste what his hands had so carefully created for her, or perhaps he would be so focused, so entranced at what he was doing he wouldn’t even hear her come in? Would he let her dance around him as she baked? Would he chase her out of the kitchen with a grin, promising her all the time and help in the world after he was done, sealing the deal with a tender kiss? Or would they get lost in each other, forgetting all about dinner as the thunder clouds rolled overhead?

Selfish as it was, she didn’t care as long as he was there. His duties as heir left little time to spend freely with each other and on nights such as these, night where they could be alone together, tucked up in one another’s embrace, she was reminded just how important their bond had become. How strong their love had become.

Turning the handle with full hands was a dilemma but she got it done without dropping anything, having to race to the kitchen table before the eggs rolled away from her. She blinked once, twice at the darkness of the room and the lack of warmth coming from the stove.

“Fili?” she called out to the empty room.

Leaving everything where it was on the bench, she began to wander their quarters. She went straight to their bedroom, checking there first in case he had simply fallen asleep after a long day of meetings and drama, but when she stuck her head into the room and its was just as empty, dark and cold as the kitchen. A twinge of fear stirred in her stomach as she checked the bathroom and balcony with the same results. Had something happened that he would be called upon so late? Had the storm broken through the barricades at the gates?

She called his name again and again, her voice growing in worry each time his name fell from her lips. The last room was the office, and she almost tripped over her skirts in haste to get there, but again she was met with darkness and cold. She had turned to leave, a plan to hunt down her beloved’s brother to see if he was with him when a sniffle caught her ears.

She scanned the room again catching a hint of movement under Fili’s desk. It was small and at first, she had thought it a mouse seeking shelter from the storm, but as she crept closer, the mouse turned out the be the very dwarf she was looking for.

Tucked as far as he could get himself, Fili hid under his desk, his knees propped under his jaw and his hands over his mouth. Red rimmed eyes looked up at her with a look of desperation and fear as he sniffled again.

“Fili?” she asked gently, kneeling down to see him better. His name brought no reaction, but as a louder crash of lightning struck outside and the walls of the mountain groaned in protest of the abuse, Fili whimpered and tucked his face deeper into his hands.

She was by his side in an instant, her hand rubbing his soothingly. He flinched away at first, his head flicking up like he had not realized she was there before recognition settled in his eyes and he gasped onto her with a grip like iron. Narni opened her arms for him and he tucked his head into her chest.

“I’s too loud,” he mumbled miserably, his entire body shaking, “too loud,”

“Oh my sweet, sweet jewel. Do you mean the storm?”

He nodded and sniffled again, “Too loud. I don’t wanna fight again,”

“Fight? Why would you- oh,” she cut herself off, realizing just why her prince was so distraught. The sound outside, the one that warmed her and made her think of her safe space in the forge reminded him of battle, the clashing of metal not one of creation, but of destructing, pain and death.

“Oh, Fee, it is just a storm. There’s no fighting, I promise. You are safe my one. If you just come out-”

Her words meant to heal and calm were drowned out but another gust of howling wind, her brave lion curling up on himself again and holding his hands over his ears.

She hated to leave him here like this, but as quickly as her feet would allow it, she raced out of the room and around their home, grabbing an armful of things from each room and dumping it at her beloved’s feet. She was like a dam possessed as she raced to do another round, rummaging through her basket still sitting on the bench waiting for her.

Fili peaked his head out from behind his hands as she cursed, watching her rub the spot on the top of her head that she had smacked against the wooden desk in her crazed haste. He sent her a worried look with wide eyes and a quivering lip, and as she caught it, she sent him a grin and kicked off her boots. Soon enough she was crawling back to his side, dragging pillows and blankets and warm fluffy coats with her. Again, Narni worked in a hurry, tucking the soft things around them and barricading themselves under the desk.

Affectionately and leisurely now, as not to scare her prince more than he already was now she was by his side, she wrapped him their softest and thickest fur. It was a gift he had presented her after days of hunting, skinning and preserving in an attempt to win her heart in the early days of there courting, the fool not realizing that he already held it in his hands. She chuckled at the memory as she wrapped it around his shoulders and over his head and ears. Their horrible looking stuffed cat plushy made it into his arms, Narni’s favorite wool jumper went between him and the cold stone wall and the blanket from their bed made it around both of them. The rest of the cushions went against the legs of the table and at its mouth, tucking them both in and away from the world outside.  

Fili’s sapphire eyes gazed across her work in wonder, hugging the furs closer and slowly coming out of his ball. She felt her heart melt for him and she leaned back and opened her arms once more, her prince wasting no time to scamper into them.

She pulled him close to her, encouraging him into her lap as he dug his nose into the crook of her neck, hiding himself away in her hair. For a while they sat there like that, her hands rubbing circles into the skin of his thighs and back, listening to him whimper and cry, the storm only getting louder as it passed over head. His body shivered and tensed when the lightning hit somewhere close, but slowly and surely his grip began to loosen and he lifted his head from her neck.

Narni peppered kisses against the crown of his head, spreading down to his brows and further to his nose as he slowly came out of his safety embrace. Her hand trailed up his side to wipe away the tears that fell onto his cheeks, kissing away the streaks that stained his face and running her fingers through his beard. He leaned his head back to reach her lips, but she instead kissed his chin, trailing down his jaw and neck.

He moved again trying to line his lips with hers, not missing the way she smiled as she missed again, and he give a small whine.

“So impatient my dear prince,” she tutted, kissing the side of his mouth and drawing another whine from the darrow. He looked up at her with wide begging eyes and she caved, pulling him closer and letting him hurriedly place his lips on hers.

Narni let her fingers wonder into his hair, pulling on his braids as he kissed her, their bodies fitting against each other like two pieces of a puzzle. He paused, pulling back with a dazed look making her giggle. She pecked his lips once more and ushered him to rest his head again so she could take out his braids. Complying wholeheartedly, he relaxed against her again, his eyes drooping as she worked her fingers through his golden locks.

“Thank you,” he murmured, running his hands along her sides, “for staying with me,”

She smiled, tucking his beads into the pocket of a nearby jacket so not to lose the precious heirlooms, “Always, my treasure. How are you feeling?”

“Better, though the noise still hurts,”

“I already have plans to have earmuffs created. You know the ones that the miners use when using blast powder? Something like that but softer… would that help?”

The blond gave a nod, “I think so. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would be so bad. I didn’t even make dinner, the kitchens a mess and I-”

“Hush now none of that,” the dam scolded lightly, “You are allowed to hurt Fili. Besides if your hungry I have some chocolate chips? I was going to make cookies but this seemed a more appropriate call for chocolate,”

The prince chuckled, the rumble vibrating from his chest, “You always know how to please a darrow, but maybe we could just stay like this for a bit longer?”

“Of course jewel. Lay with me?”

Fili gave a nod and she laid, wrapping them both in their blankets again as he snuggled into her side and laid his head on her chest. He hummed at the feeling of her gently raking through his loose hair and again his eyes began to close.

Quiet humming sounded through their little fort of safety, pulling his thoughts away from the rumble outside and onto the smooth sound of Narni’s voice. She hummed an old Iron Hills lullaby from her childhood, smiling down at the prince that slept soundly in her arms, his face smoothing out and finally finding peace.

“Good night my brave lion,”

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See full 31 day whumptober 2022 Master List here

[essenceofarda]

a gal from erebor and a gal from dale being pals 💖

[thatstillonlycountsas1]

The Hobbit thoughts 2

I don't know if anyone is reading this

The Hobbit movies are the some of the only ones that make me cry.

Tauriel and Kili's love story (even though it's not in the books), is one of the saddest to me honestly. It was pretty much love at first sight, and Tauriel strikes me as the kind of elf that would not let anything get in the way of her dedication to her job as a captain. So for her to let herself fall in love, especially with someone that could've derailed her whole life (Kili being a dwarf), means that this love that they felt for each other no matter how short of a time they knew each other, would've been the greatest love story.

The scene in The Desolation Of Smaug where Tauriel heals Kili gets me to tears every single time.

Tauriel: Lie still. Kili: You cannot be her. She is far away. She... she is far, far away from me. She walks in starlight in another world. It was just a dream. Do you think she could have loved me?”

This is Kili on the brink of death, being able to see Tauriel as elves truly are, creatures of starlight. The elves are from Valinor, Tolkein's interpretation/form of heaven so they are creatures of pure magic. The way Adrien Turner and Evangeline Lilly delivered this scene, man it gets me right in the feels.

Another part of their love story that makes me cry is, obviously, when Kili dies. People in love will never have enough time but Kili and Tauriel got next to no time together. Tauriel had only just let herself feel love before Kili was ripped away from her. She put her life on the line for him, risked being exiled by Thranduil and this shows her feelings for him but then he was murdered.

Not once did it seem to cross Kili's mind that he shouldn't be with her because she was an elf and others might not approve. He knew what he wanted and he knew immediately he liked Tauriel.

OKAY BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!

(I briefly read this on another post, I would tag the author but I can't find it sorry. I'm obsessed with that post and I'm not trying to plagiarize)

Right so obviously many fans of the Hobbit think Kili is super hot but to dwarves, beards and lots of facial hair is attractive, that's their beauty standards and the Darrowdams also have facial hair. Kili only had stubble, whereas Fili has more facial hair so he's probably considered the attractive brother that gets all the ladies. So when this lionhearted gorgeous elf has an interest in him, NOT FILI, for probably the first time, he has hope that maybe he could find love. This gives me the vibes that maybe he's always thought he wasn't good enough or attractive enough to find love, and what makes it worse is that Fili has facial hair AND is Thorin's heir, next in line to be King. I feel like that would be enough to completely knock down one's confidence.

When he says 'do you think she could've loved me?' (cue the crying on my part), this is him, thinking perhaps after a long time of 'not deserving love', thinking about what could've been, MAYBE he was FINALLY good enough.

[vee-vee-writes]

The Hobbit Masterlist

Updated: 11/22

Thorin Oakenshield masterlist

Random x readers/imagines

Sugar cookies (Dwalin x platonic!Thorin's child reader)

Working in Bofur's toy shop (Bofur x reader/you)

Imagine working in the kitchens with Bombur and him trying to set you up with Bofur (Bofur x reader)

Imagine Bilbo not realising you are a darrowdam (fem reader)

Date Me? (Bofur x reader)

Drabbles

Durin Family Angst

Headcannons

Bofur Headcannon: Sleeping next to your partner

Dwalin Headcannon: Dwalin’s pebble

Ori/Nori/Dori Sibling Headcannon

Working alongside your significant other (Thorin, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, and Bofur)

Dis meeting you, Thorin’s betrothed, for the first time

Being Fili and Kili’s Paternal Aunt

Fairy Bread (Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Thranduil, Elrond)

Request: Locked in a Forbidden Room

Request: Sweet S/O

Requests

Sick Days (Kili x reader)

Quiet Beauty (Dwalin x reader)

Birthday Gifts (Fili x reader) - Part one, Part two

Mithril Thicket (Kili x dhampir!reader)

[madamebaggio]

His thoughts were cut by the door opening again. He’d always liked sitting somewhere that allowed him to see who was coming and going, but after Gandalf’s warnings he could barely keep his eyes off the door.

But he wasn’t prepared for who actually came in. Thorin knew at once she wasn’t a darrowdam -she didn’t have a beard -but she was too short to be a human woman.

Halfling, a voice supplied inside his head.

She turned in his direction and he could see the exact second she noticed him.

And Thorin wasn’t the only one that had noticed.

The small woman had attracted the eyes of many of the men around, and it was obvious why: she was alone, she was easy prey. She was…

Coming in his direction.

“Evening, Master Dwarf.” She gave him a smile. “Mind if I sit?” She indicated the bench that Gandalf had recently vacated.

“Miss.” He nodded, tipping his chin towards the seat she wished to take.

“Sorry to bother you.” She spoke as she sat. “It’s just that the big folks are a bit intimidating.”

Thorin arched an eyebrow. “I’m still taller than you.” He informed her.

Her grin was a beautiful thing to see. “Yes, but just the right amount.”

[idjitlili]

Hey there, Mr blue sky

Thorin x reader

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company and accidently throwing a dagger only for it hit Thorin.

Word count: 2092

Warnings:swearing.

IT was no lie that you felt immediately attracted to Thorin Oakenshield,when Gandalf had brought you to the prancing pony ,to meet the Dwarven king. However due to your luck ,he was a total jerkface straight away.  You knew your chances finding love was too good to be true ,so you hid those feelings,got on with the quest.

The company seemed to like you,apart from Thorin and partly Dwalin,you didn't expect any of them to like you,due to being a woman. Until Balin had explained to you that darrowdam,were rare ,hence making them overly protective of their woman. Which led them to be over you,you did need it ,you weren't a very skilled fighter.  The only reason Gandalf had forced you into this comapny was because apparently you needed get out of the house ,go on an adventure learn some people skills,this was a once in a life time ooportunity. So you joined ,even if Thorin did not like it.

Anways ,you became friends with Thorin's nephews,Fili and Kili pretty quickly ,and they had even offered to train you,with archery and daggers. ili would train you with daggers one day,then archery with KIli another,as the next day would be hand combat in which they both would do that with you.Over just a week you had gotten considerable better ,apparent. However throwing the daggers was not going well,that leads you to today,Fili had been incouraging you to hit the knot on a piece of fabric ,which was wrapped around the tree.

Unknowningly to you at this point Thorin had went into the forest to go for a wee ,you and Fili were also in the forest training. Throw ,after throw ,you failed to throw the dagger into the tree and for it stick into the wood. Fili had stood next to you,showing you how to do it another time,not willing to let you or him give up in you. "y/n ,just imagine its some you really want to stab,they have really bugged you, like when kili pushed you into that lake fully clothed," you knew exactly who to think of.

Thorin hadn't stopped biting at you,telling you piss home,bloody burden,damsel in distress, useless the list goes on.He really got on your nerves and words hurt ,clearly he didn't care.

He really should have thought of the effect of his words.

With Fili's words of advice ,you had launched the knife ,only for it go straight passed the tree ,landing embedded into something else. YOu had sighed in defeat ,as Fili had patted your back ,only to be interrupted by.

"AHHHH aHHH" you and Fili had looked at each other ,with looks of horror on your faces,you had hit someone..not another tree. You knew that voice..."Thorin?" you had questioned,"Don't you come over here! MY cock is out!" You didn-t listen ,you and Fili had rushed to Thorin who was 20 feet away! ONce you had reached him his cock was away thank god,but he had the dagger embedded into his shoulder. Blood soaking his tunic you had gasped,making him turn to you both with unimpressed look. "DArn y/n ,you couldn't hit a tree,but you managed to hit uncle,woah." you had coughed awkwardly,as Thorin stared daggers into you.

"You told me to think about someone who has really pissed me off I swear the valar heard me ,uh because yeah." you had tried to make a joke ,but you were completely serious,you did not mean for Thorin to get harmed,if anything it was his fault ,don't be a dickhead ,don't get karma.You had looked at Fili ,motioning your head for him to leave ,as Thorin been focusing on the knife in his shoulder,Fili had sent you a smile before leaving back to camp,you had rushed over to THorin.

"I'm so sorry Thorin,I was just trying to learn to defend myself,so that I wouldn't be such a burden to the company! I can barely get the dagger to stick in the bark,but no I fucking fucking get it stick into your shoulder,I never meant for it to-" he had interrupted ,as he pulled the dagger from his arm with ease,before placing his hands on your shoulders,looking deep into your e/c eyes,with his ocean ones.

"Y/n ,I am not dead ,It was an accident,you have no need to worry. However you need to work on your aim." you had slightly smiled at the king,"you really need to get Oin,to check that out ,you are bleeding everywhere." he had chuckled ,leading you back to camp.

He had felt more gulity than you ,he had understood what you said ,about him pissing you off,he didn't realise how you had took it to heart,he just didn't want the death of a young woman on his hands ,knowing this quest will most definitely cause harm. Bruh it just happened,poor Thorin's arm.

Soon enough Thorin was patched up,but then the teasing started ,mostly from Kili.

"Too bad you missed."

Yeah thats what the company heard,but in secret the brothers would tease you ,about your crush for their uncle,not that you would admit its true. On the walk to Rivendell ,in which only Gandalf knew ,they would purposely trip you up,or push you into Thorin.  However it horrible ,as you you pull them down with you ,it was just a mess. But they did catch you eventually ,only to fall down a hill,you got stratched to pieces.

Thorin had been at the front ,so naturally he had helped you up, and since you were beyond annoyed you had told Thorin that his nephews had caused your fall. You knew they would get in trouble,due to having Bilbo along with many of the dwarves as a witness. Thankfully Thorin hadn't gone to harsh on the boys ,but they knew what was done was wrong ,the damsel in distress act wasn't going to work.

Anyways soon you all ended up in Rivendell,your hair was a state ,sticks and muds all through ,due to your fall. Not to mention the hill was at least 80 feet and rocky ,so you were covered in cuts and brusies. You were all fed dinner by Lord Elrond,which you must of scoffed down,you had liked the elves,come on thet fed you food. After that you had been led to your room ,on a tour with the rest of the dwarves ,by Lindir ,the elf that had greeted you all at your arrival. The dwarves had refused rooms ,but you had accepted the offer almost instantly.

Soon as you had went in your room ,you began running a bath,whilst you had tried to brush your hair,you must've been trying for at least half an hour ,because you had stopped the bath ,hair brush stuck in your hair ,as your door knocked loudly. You had pulled the navy silk robe over your slip,tying it before rushing over to the door ,opening it to reveal,the dwarvish king.

"Thorin?" you had whispered after standing in the door way,as he stared at you,well your hair. You were surprised that he had turned up at your room.

"oh..I just came to check on you,that fall was harsh " thats literally all you said,you had opened the door ,to allow him in before shutting it. You had scoffed,"thats an understatement, have you seen what it caused?" you had pointed up to your hair,he had chuckled lightly,making his hair move slightly,shinning in the orange light from the sunset from your window. His hair was god damn sexy.

"would you want to brush it for you?" he had asked ,gently ,as you both stood in the middle of the floor ,not far from the door. You had nodded eagerly ,moving to sit on the edge of the bed facing the wall,so that Thorin could stand behind you. Surprisingly it didn't take him long at all to remove the brush,sticks and leaves ,before brushing gently at your tangled hair. His thick fingers ,gliding down the strands every so often ,making chills travel down your spine.  Soon enough he was down ,you had jumped over the bed hugging him ,only for him to grunt slightly as you knocked his shoulder,yet he had still wrapped his arms around your waist.

You quickly pulled away,when you had realised. "How is your shoulder?" you had questioned gulitily,he had just looked at you with the same scowl."I don't know,I didn't show Oin." he had stated simply,your eyes went wide,mostly in annoyance. "Take your tunic off now!" you had demanded ,raising your voice ,louder than ever ,bro you knew how that sounded,but you didn't want his wound to get infected and he to die from the infection. He had taken the tunic that match the colour of your robe off,in one swift motion,blood gapping down his arm ,and large dagger wound on his shoulder.

You had shoved in down on the bed,before running to the bathroom to get a wet flannel,and to your bag to get your sewing kit. He didn't have a second to protest as you were already on the bed next to his shoulder wiping away the dry and running blood ,how was he even alive? Before Thorin knew it you were stitching him up,like a tear in a pair of trousers. "For a king you are a bloody idiot," you scowled at Thorin ,who just sent you a smirk "yet ,you didn't go to Oin either ,did you?" as you finished the last stitch before wiping away the last of the blood.

"you are not sleeping outside in the cold ,your majesty,even if you are dickhead,you are going to bath,then you are going to sleep in that bed, whilst I bath ,then I will sleep on the other side,okay?" you had sassed ,pulling the king up and pushing him to the bathroom door,before going to sit on the bed and reading.

Finally when you were able bathe,wait you need to know how good Thorin had looked with wet hair,and a towel. Damn the candle light glittered a yellow light on the water driplets on thorin bare muscular chest. His hair curly ,flowing down his back like a cloak. "I snuck passed the company,and brought your clothes." you had pointed to the bag at the end of the bed,hung on the frame. "Thank you,the bath is almost refilled ,you should bath quick ,so you can get a good nights sleep." you had just sent a smile to Thorin,who's eyes softended at the sight of you,before you rushed to get clean.

You had gotten into bed in your large sleeping tunic and short underwear , a far distance from Thorin,who only wore the same. Only to wake laying literally on top of Thorin,who had his arms wrapped tightly around you ,his chin resting on the top of your head. You decided pretending to be asleep would have to do ,in hopes Thorin would just shove you off him,or something ,but what you wasn't expecting was him to kiss the top of your  hair.

In which in response to that you had sat up quickly straddling him,cupping his cheeks ,therefore leaning down to press your lips to his ,before pulling away to see the king blushing and smiling slightly. ONly to be interrupted by multiple knocks,you had mouthed to Thorin 'Hide under the bed.' indeed he did ,before you rushed over to the door ,opening it to see Kili and fili.

"Hey y/n, have you seen-"" don't you hey me so godsake ,you pushed me down the hill,trying to get Thorin to caught me,but guess what? It only caused me to bruise not only my breast ,but my bloody moose ," and with that you shut the door on Thorin's nephews.

Turning back to see Thorin,smirking from the floor.

"Just you wait until they start calling you auntie."

"dont you even."

[problempippin]

the 3 to 1 male to female ratio is often a blessing to bagginshield writers who don't want homophobia to bog down their fantasy gays, but the implications for wlw are horrifying, arguably creating a culture where fertile darrowdams are demonised for entering relationships where no children can be born, and thus the rates of lesbophobia would skyrocket. in this essay i will-

[deadlymistletoe]

Men and Flowers

Pairing: Dwalin x human!F!Reader

Genre: Angst/fluff

Description: Insecurities creep up on Dwalin when he sees you with a young, human man. How could you ever want a dwarf like him compared to that? Little does he know, there's only one person you want, and it’s not the human man.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2080

It started when Gandalf convinced the company to stop for supplies in a little human town on their way to the mountains.

Well, technically it started as soon as Gandalf introduced you to the company. He’d always thought that if he found his one it would be a darrowdam with a long, thick beard, but no. Instead he felt a warm rush of feelings he wouldn’t admit to having when you, a very beardless human lass smiled at him.

Thorin would never let him live it down if he found out.

So here he stood, with the other dwarves, watching as you spoke to a lad running a market stall filled with fresh fruit and flowers.

The humans weren’t used to seeing dwarves (or hobbits) in their town, so naturally, you had been chosen to do the shopping and communicate with the humans while Gandalf had disappeared off to who-knows-where yet again.

Dwalin could feel a frown creeping up on his face as you laughed at something the young man said. The man was around your age, he could tell, and he was everything a dwarf wasn’t. 

His light brown hair was neat and tidy as it hung around his face, and he had less of a beard than Kili which was saying something. His face was scar and tattoo free, without any signs of living a hard life, and he clearly knew how to make a girl laugh.

You had lingered at the store longer than you needed to, admiring the bright flowers as the man chatted easily with you, and now Dwalin was scrutinizing things he wouldn’t have had you been anyone else.

The man certainly wasn’t bad looking when it came to humans, and Dwalin’s mood soured even more as you smiled, accepting a single periwinkle blue flower from the boy who was clearly trying to charm you-and succeeding. 

Dwalin was knocked out of his brooding when someone nudged him in the side, and he turned to see Thorin looking at him knowingly.

“You're glaring. If looks could kill the lad would be dead ten times over.” Thorin’s voice was low, if slightly amused, to keep the others from hearing.

“Am I?” Dwalin muttered, glancing back at where you were slowly making your way back towards them.

“I don’t think you could be more obvious if you tried.” Dwalin sent a scowl at his friend for his offhand comment.

“Can’t you point out the obvious elsewhere then?”

All Dwalin received in reply was a shrug as Thorin moved away towards his nephews, most likely to break up their bickering before they began tussling on the ground in front of the humans.

~

That night Dwalin let out a quiet sigh as he leant back against the rock he sat by, his pipe in his hand as he took the first watch.

He knew it shouldn’t bother him, but his mind kept going back to your smile at the human man. 

For the first time in his life, Dwalin was feeling something he’d never felt before; insecure.

Then again, since he met you, he’d been feeling a lot of things he’d never felt before. He’d never wanted to win someone's love and affections before.

In Erebor, and Ered Luin he was built like any other dwarf; stocky and strong with scars and tattoos that would only be admired. But it was different now. You were a human, so wouldn’t you prefer a human man? Someone tall enough to kiss the top of your head, without any scars or imperfections that other human women would frown upon.

And don’t even get him started on building a family. He didn’t even have a home, or a job. He couldn’t offer you any of the stability required to start a family, or even just make sure you had a safe, warm home to go back to every night. Besides, he was way too old for you being 169 while you were only in your twenties.

Surely a young human man, your own age, in a peaceful village with a stable job would be better suited to give you these things, to have a human family with.

Dwalin didn’t even have the resources to make you a courting bead, let alone gift you the jewels you deserve.

Dwalin winced, thinking back on how he’d treated you when you’d brought back the supplies. He’d been rash, still sour from seeing you with the young man, and given you nothing more than a displeased grunt when you tried to speak to him, brushing you off. And he’d still had a scowl on his face too.

He’d seen the hurt and confusion in your eyes before Fili and Kili had whisked you away to see what you’d bought. Even Thorin had given him a raised eyebrow once you were out of the way.

It had only given him a small bit of satisfaction when you’d handed the flower to a blushing Bilbo whom he knew you had no romantic interest in rather than keep it for yourself.

As he lay down on his bedroll (he noticed you’d put yours further from his than usual, and therefore closer to Thorin of all people) after waking Ori for his watch, he promised himself he’d make it up to you, whether he had a chance with you or not. The least he could do was have your friendship.

~

It was the next afternoon, when the company was setting up camp and you went to collect mushrooms from a small patch you’d seen earlier that Thorin nudged him.

At his questioning look, the king nodded towards where you’d disappeared into the forest. “She shouldn’t go alone. We don’t know what may be following us.”

Surprisingly, after the initial cold treatment, Thorin had warmed up to you. Maybe it was the dwarven instinct to be protective of their women as there were so few, but the king, and the rest of the company, had silently agreed to make sure you came out of this alive and as unscathed as possible.

Dwalin glanced at where you’d disappeared before picking up his axe and nodding, following your path into the forest, only pausing when a patch of delicate purple and white flowers caught his eye.

~

You hummed quietly as you crouched down on the forest floor, using your small dagger to carefully cut mushrooms from the patch growing and tuck them into the small bag that hung across your body. They would go nicely in the stew Bombour was going to cook that night.

You thought back to the previous day. It had been nice to stop in the town, seeing other people for a change. The dwarves and Bilbo had certainly grown on you, but they were all men and you hadn’t seen anyone else for a while, so it had been nice to see some other people, and the fresh groceries were worth it.

The only thing, or rather person, that confused you was Dwalin. When you’d first met, he was silent and said next to nothing, but you’d thought he’d been warming up to you.

He was happy to answer your questions, and even took the time to teach you to fight after the troll incident. He smiled at you sometimes, and you’d taken to sleeping not far from him, feeling safe with the warrior nearby.

You knew, if you’d been talking to a group of human girls like those you grew up with, you all would have been giggling over your crush. Because that’s what it was. A crush that was strengthening every day, and you were sure that by the end of the journey you would be fully in love with Dwalin, whether he cared or not.

But between visiting the town, and leaving it, something had changed. You weren’t ignorant. You had seen the glare he’d been giving you while you were at the final stall, and seen the scowl he’d been wearing when you’d tried to talk to him after and he brushed you off with an annoyed grunt.

He hadn’t talked to you since then, and the last night you’d even moved your bedroll away from him, lest he not want you near him and get annoyed.

You let out a harsh sigh as you put your dagger back in your boot and stood up.

“You sound frustrated.” You spun around, hand going towards the hunting knife strapped to your waist before you saw who had spoken.

Dwalin. You stiffened. “You startled me.”

The dwarf stood in front of you, leaning against a tree, axes strapped in place on his back. “That was not my intention. Thorin sent me to make sure you were alright.”

Well there went any hope he’d come because he wanted to. “Of course he did.” You headed for the path back to the camp, intent on ignoring him.

“Y/N.” You would have kept walking but a strong hand caught your arm, forcing you to stop. You huffed, refusing to look back at the dwarf.

There was a moment of silence, which you were about to break when Dwalin spoke. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you upset with me.”

You turned around, surprised. “Upset with you? I thought you were the one upset with me, although I can’t figure out why.”

The dwarf shook his head, suddenly looking sheepish. “I wasn’t upset with you. I had no good reason to be.”

You furrowed your brows, confused. “But you were glaring at me. At the market. And then you seemed annoyed.”

Dwalin looked surprised. “You noticed that?” Before you could speak he continued. “I wasn’t glaring at you. Not really.” You were about to ask just who he was glaring at then but he rushed on. “It was the lad. The young man serving you. He was flirting with you…”

You tilted your head. Yes, he’d been flirting with you, but you really weren’t interested. You much preferred a certain dwarf. “So?”

“So I was…” Dwalin broke off, looking to the ground. Flustered, you realized. “This is stupid.” He mumbled quietly.

He threw a bouquet of purple and white flowers you hadn’t realized he’d been holding behind his back to the ground at his feet.

You don’t know why it hit you then, but you blinked as you stared at the fallen flowers, realization washing over you.

“Were these for me?” You crouched down as you spoke, gently picking up the bouquet and brushing dirt off the petals. As you stood back up you noticed that the leather strip holding the stems together was the one Dwalin usually wore on his wrist, occasionally using it to hold his hair back.

You looked questionably at Dwalin who looked embarrassed as he watched you examine the flowers. “Like I said… It was stupid. I shouldn't have even hoped…” He paused, taking a breath. “You don’t have to say anything, lass. I get it.”

“Get what?” Did the warrior not realize he was making your wishes come true?

“You’re better off with that human man. He’s your own age, he’ll be able to give you a family… he’s not old, and scarred like me. You can’t tell me he’s not the ideal man every human woman in her right mind would hope to marry.” 

You took a breath. You never thought you’d see this. Dwalin was insecure… because of a human man. 

A rush of boldness hit you. “Then I guess I'm not in my right mind. Because I’d much rather marry you. Yes, he was sweet… but I much prefer strong, grumpy dwarves with lots of tattoos.”

The expression he gave you only made you continue. “I don’t need a house, or promises of a family. I want to be with someone because I love them, human or not, wealthy or not, it doesn’t matter.”

His expression grew more hopeful, although you could tell there were still doubts.

“I want someone who picks me flowers because they make him think of me. I want you Dwalin, can’t you see that?”

He moved closer, his voice rumbling as he brushed his fingers against your cheek. “I think I see it now.”

You smiled softly. Finally.

“Kiss me?”

“Of course. As many kisses as you want.”

~

And that night, when Dwalin set up his bedroll right next to yours and put his arm around you, the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep was his whispered words.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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[sparklingjewelbad4u]

My interpretation on dwarvish axe dancing outfit. This is my first fanart. I doodled now and than for my own entertainment but Sansûkh is the first to push me to do something. When I first read of all the great and varied dwarrowdams and especially the axe dancing, the splendid jewel and vibrant colour of Mughal culture bumped into my mind. The great writings of determamfidd makes me wanna do something for this great writer that first made me fell in love with dwarrows. I confess that before The Hobbit movie and reading Sansûkh I never did put too much thinking on dwarrows but Sansûkh shed new lights to my narrow mind. I have great fun in drawing it and i like to think that I hear how the jewel cling when the dancer dances. Sorry to determamfidd that I cannot draw better. (Greatly referencing from Mughal badass dancer from deviant art Apsara-stock and the great and rich and marvellous jewels)

[empresstress13]

I love how that actress looks BUT LET DARROWDAM HAVE BEARDS DAMMIT 😭😭😭

AND WHY THE FUCK DOES CELEBRIMBOR LOOK SO MUCH OLDER THAN GALADRIEL???????? WTF

[leah-halliwell92]

Crushes Suck

Summary: Bilbo drew a deep breath as she saw how the Darrowdams of worthy statuses fawned over the Durin men. She saw how the bolder ones openly leered at them and even made passes while the shier ones would blush prettily as greetings were exchanged.

Bilbo Baggins blew her bangs away from her forehead and kept on walking to the library where Ori was sure to be talking to Balin. She had been tasked to take the day's council meeting scrolls directly to Balin for him to look over as the Kings royal advisor. Bilbo couldn't help but smile at the thought of Thorin sitting at the helm in his crown, braids and royal dressing he truly is a wonder to look at. She knows he this...after all she only spent almost a year traveling with them to Erebor. She knew what her dwarves look like unclothed (much to her mortification if she was honest) and she had to say that some of them made a rather lasting impression upon her as a member of the fairer sex. The Durin line made a striking vision all muscle and hair...well in all honesty Dwalin wasn't far behind them in physique so he too made a lasting impression on her. But Thorin... with the dark hair and jewel blue eyes combined with his voice made her feel warm from head to toe. He of them all had made her feel all warm inside both physically and emotionally. If only he noticed–

She shook herself out of that particular train of thought and continued on her trek to the library such feelings were for naught. They'd never happen...they were never to come true. She's only a hobbit lass whether or not she is a part of the company of Thorin Oakenshield or not.

"Oh his majesty is too kind," Bilbo heard a woman say giggly as she entered the library.

Bilbo furrowed her brow and made her way down the rows of tall bookshelves to see Thorin grinning at a rather fetching Dwarrowdam. Bilbo felt her throat close as her heart gave a painful lurch. Hugging the scrolls to her body, she made her way back hence she came to find Ori sitting at his desk books, scroll and quills strewn around him.

Ori looked up at Bilbo with a ready smile but frowned when his gaze fell on her pale appearance and shimmering eyes.

"Are you alright Miss. Bilbo?" He asked brow furrowed in worry.

Bilbo looked up at him with a start and with a watery chuckle said, "I'm fine Ori...must not be feeling well. Have you seen Balin anywhere?"

Ori nodded and pointed to a door at the end of the hall.

Bilbo nodded her thanks a small grin on her face and made her way to where Ori had directed.

Bilbo knocked on the door and entered when she heard, "Come."

Balin looked up to see Bilbo with a fatherly smile but as it happened with Ori, the smile fell as his gaze met that of the pale lady hobbit's complexion, watery eyes and faint, almost resigned, grin.

"Here are the scrolls from the day's meeting Balin," Bilbo said faintly.

Balin Took said scrolls from her hands and pulled her to a nearby bench where she collapsed in a bundle of tears.

“Oh lass,” Balin said sitting beside her and pulling her to him and asking, “What’s happened?”

Bilbo nuzzled into Balin’ s neck and quietly said, “Looks like Thorin is looking for a dam.”

Balin looked down at her in shock. How did she know this?

Bilba gave chuckled sigh and as if reading his mind said, “I saw him walking through the library a dam on his arm.”

Balin held the lass close not knowing how to reply.

After a moment passed, Bilbo sat up and took a couple of deep breaths to gain some semblance of control over her emotions. Taking a handkerchief from a pocket in her skirts, Bilbo dried her tears and blew her nose.

“No worries my dear Balin. I knew this would come pass in time,” Bilbo said a sad smile etched on her lovely and normally lively features.

Balin was astounded at the seeming ease in which she collected herself enough to seem almost open to others approaching her.

’Always putting others over her own needs that one,’ he thought with a sad grin as he watched her make her way to the door only to be greeted by Thorin and the Lady Belren Daughter or Kelren as they were about to knock on the door.

Balin saw the almost untraceable shift Bilbo’s body made as she froze at seeing them there.

But if Balin knows anything about Bilbo is that she’d rather face Smaug a second time than let anyone in their company see her in any shape or form of discomfort may it be physical or emotional.

Bilbo’s body remained stiff as Thorin introduced Bilbo Barrel Rider Baggins to Lady Belren.

Bilbo gave a respectful bow and a bright smile in return.

Balin gave his own bow but kept a watchful eye on Bilbo as he saw the stiff smile that she wore in the presence of Thorin and whom might be the future queen of Erebor.

Thorin, to Balin’s shock and disbelief, seemed to be completely unaware of the stiffness their Burglar had adopted in his presence when in other times she was as comfortable around him as any of the lads of the company.

”My apologies to cut this visit short but I seem to have forgotten my notes with Ori. I’ll see you tomorrow morning in the meetings your Majesty,” Bilbo said.

Balin could see she was fighting back tears.

”Will you not be joining us for supper this evening Ms. Baggins?” Lady Belren asked as kindly.

Bilbo turned to the dam with a strained smile and said, “I may ma’am. Depends on how I feel this evening.”

”Are you alright Bilbo?” Thorin asked worry etched upon his features.

Bilbo smiled tiredly at Thorin her eyes bright and nearly shimmering with unshead tears.

“Must be a chill nothing more really there’s no need to cause for concern,” she said.

With one last bow Bilbo left the office fighting the urge to run away from the rather fetching pair standing in Balin’s office barely containing the tears that so wanted to fall.

Bilbo walked passed a clearly worried Ori into the  empty corridor where always watching Nori found her nearly heaving under the stress of keeping herself together long enough to reach her rooms.

"Balin sent Dwalin a raven," the spymaster said worried for the lass that had turned into something of a sister to him over the year they spent on the road.

Bilbo nodded at Nori and was grateful when the dwarf offered to walk the rooms Dwalin and Balin are living in.

"Thanks Nori," she said with a kind smile.

"No worries lass and don't worry the lads won't hear of anything from me," Nori replied giving her shoulders a squeeze as he hugged her.

Bilbo nodded gratefully at the dwarf and turned to the door of the Fundinul quarters.

Bilbo knocked on the door and nearly gasped in fright when Dwalin pulled her into a nearly bone crushing hug.

And as if a dam had burst, Bilbo broke down in his arms.

Dwalin loop his free arm under her knees and pulled her into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. He made his way to the wingback chair that is near the hearth and sat down placing her on his lap. Dwalin wrapped his large warm arms around her offering his silent support.

Bilbo cried her heart out on the dwarf's shoulder not knowing what else to do or say.

"He's going to marry her isn't he," Bilbo asked once she had calmed down some.

Dwalin nodded and tightened his hold on the lass.

"Will I be expected to marry?" She asked quietly.

Dwalin sighed giving her answer enough.

"Many in the mountain have heard of your deeds and are quite taken with you. Some have admitted to wanting to court you openly but the lads don't think it prudent to have just anyone ask for your hand," Dwalin said as he ran a soothing hand up and down her back.

Bilbo looked up at him and sighed grateful for the silent support.

"But why? I'm only a hobbit," Bilbo said looking down at her hands on her lap.

"You ain't just a hobbit lass," Dwalin said his chest rumbling with astonishment, "You saved our hides more times than we could count, you riddled with a dragon, and vouched for us when none would believe we could defeat the dragon and offer those in danger not only shelter but safety as well. We owe ya so much Bilbo. You mean more to us than you think."

Bilbo was speechless as she heard Dwalin list of her accomplishments.

"And...if you'd give me the chance to show ya...I'd like to court ya," Dwalin stuttered out his cheeks growing red, "I hadn't planned to ask you like this. I had a courting gift ready but just didn't quite figure out when or how to tell you."

Bilbo's cheeks reddened as the warrior pushed through his declaration.

"Could...could we take our time?" She asked quietly.

"Ya don't have to ask lass, we've known you fancy the clueless oaf known as Thorin Oakenshield for some time. If time is what you need it is time you shall have," Dwalin promised.

Bilbo grinned at Dwalin in thanks and asked, "Could I see my courting gift?"

Dwalin looked shocked at her for a moment thinking she would not have him (or even consider him if he were honest), but he nodded none the less and stood up with her in his arms to gently place her on the chair so that he could go fetch his courting gift.

Bilbo waited on baited breath for the gift but at the same time considering what her life would be like should she truly accept the suit from Dwalin. Setting aside her feelings for Thorin, Bilbo had to admit that courting the fearsome warrior and falling for him would not be as hard as it has been to fall for Thorin. In the sense that Dwalin had grown fond of her now that she realized it soon after the troll caves. He had taken the time to train her in Rivendell as well as spent time talking to her while they were at Beorn's and asking after her well being when they were being held prisoners by the Elven King. Bilbo felt like such a fool for not realizing earlier that had she not set her sights not the Dwarf King, she could have given Dwalin a chance from the beginning.

"Here," she heard Dwalin say as he offered her the cloth wrapped package that was in his hands.

Bilbo took hold of the gift and with gentle finger unfolded the cloth to reveal a pair of daggers.

Bilbo gasped and looked to a blushing Dwalin.

"Did you make these?" she asked as she pulled one out of it's holster to take a closer look at it.

The handles are made of bone and the metal used for the blades seemed to glisten in the dark.

"They're beautiful," She said at awe at the craftsmanship of the blades.

Dwalin's blush deepened and he sputtered, "Uh...yes well. The dragon's bones were good for something indeed. The handles of the blades are carved from his bones. And the metal is a combination of white gold with mithril. This way they will last you a very long time."

Bilbo stood and placed the parcel on the chair.

She made her way to the blushing dwarf and kissed his cheek.

"I accept your suit," She said a true smile brightening up her features.

Dwalin breathed a sigh and said, "I do mean it you know...take as long as you need."

Bilbo's smile grew and she said, "I know. That's why courting is important that way we can both get to know each other with no pressure from quests nor kings, not even our own King Thorin."

Dwalin nodded dumbly at this and asked, "And should he realize he feels something for ya?"

Bilbo gave the bear of a dwarf in front of her a kind grin and said, "The poor sod will have to deal with it. I'm not about to turn my back on the dwarf that seemed to worm his way into my good graces by simply being there when I needed him."

Dwalin smiled at her and pulled her off her feet into a hug.

"Unrequited crushes are things that need to happen at times I think. I believe they help us see just what we are looking for," Bilbo said into his ear.

Setting her down Dwalin gave her a look.

"It means that while you took your time to not only see to my well being and safety, you truly seemed interested in more than the friendship Thorin offered," She clarified.

The blush that dusted his face was sure to be made permanent at this rate he was sure.

"I was and still am," Dwalin said with feeling.

Bilbo nodded and with a happy smile said, "I look forward to getting to know the dwarf that seems to have fallen for this simple hobbit lass."

Dwalin laughed at that and said, "You are not simple at all my dear."

Bilbo laughed and nodded.

Bilbo could help but feel hopeful. She has a chance at being truly happy and in love...and she cannot wait to feel and give as much as he already seems to be giving her.

Tag List: @fizzy-custard, @patanghill17, @fandomgalcentral, @imagines-for-multiple-fandoms, @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor, @disneymarina

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Flames of the Forge - Bold

Fili x Darrowdam OC Narni

Warnings: cut/drop of blood (nothing major)

Word Count: 5224

Fili is a dwarf dedicated to his craft but still longs to find his one. On his one hundredth birthday, he may just find who he’s looking for. Narni is a blacksmith new to Erebor and presents Prince Fili with a controversial gift. 

A/n: Hopefully this will be the first in a few short stories about these two. We’ll see how I go. Let me know if you want a tag list. This is mainly fluff but please feel free to comment and reblog if you enjoy!  

The dress was soft and silky as it sat on her skin, the deep purple material hemmed with gold thread and steel cuffs making her feel powerful as she moved through the halls of Erebor. Her family and mastery beads sat in her braids tightly and her hair had been woven in such a way it brushed the ground in its length despite its carefully planned plaits. She adorned her favorite ear cuffs, gold but simple with a single amethyst gem dangling from her right ear. She moved with pride and purpose as she swept into the main hall full of dwarves.

She new it was a bold move, what she was doing. Very few had ever presented the golden-haired prince with a dagger of their own making, and even less had the nerve to do so in such a public setting. He lined his body with the weapons like one would with their beads and braids. They were apart of him, the cold blades hidden around his form, and he took pride in each and every one of them. His knowledge of the forge and its steel transcended into the beauty of his weapons. The prince was known for his dagger forging, the pieces of art that his hands created more stunning than any master could dream of bringing to completion. He bent an infused a slice of his soul into every blade he created. Sharp. Strong. Dangerous.

The only thing more beautiful then gazing upon such daggers was watching him use them. He used them like they were an extension of his body. Completely in control, his movements were always flawless and swift. The way he danced through the air with his steel was mesmerizing.

He had a kind and gentle heart, but when it came to his daggers, he was specific and stringent. Anything less than perfect was a waist of time in his book, and the few blacksmiths that had presented him with a dagger had been turned away in disgust. He had even kicked one out of the room entirely for presenting him a knife with a twisted and unfinished pommel.

His heart and soul belonged to his chosen craft. He lived and breathed the hot steel of the forges, the pounding and molding of the hammer on anvil, the sizzle and bubble of the quench. They weren’t just knives to him. To him they spoke stories and showed passions. A dagger showed your deepest essence as well as protected your life. To be presented with anything less then a flawless blade was an insult to himself and his craft.

The first time Narni had seen Fili Durin was in the battle of the five armies as she fought in Dain’s army. She had caught a glimpse of golden hair admits the chaos and frozen in place as she watched the darrow slice through orc after orc, dancing effortlessly through the battle of bodies and steel. It was only for a second, but the way he moved with his weapons had moved her. She had been a blacksmith since she could walk and had dedicated to learning the way of the blade, in battle and in the forge. The weapon itself was pedestrian, but the way the prince had used it brought a new life to the old steel. It was like artwork watching him twist and turn with steel in his hand and it sent a strange feeling through her body. And then in a blink he was gone.

The second time she had spotted him was in the forges. With the growth of Erebor, she had bid her parents farewell in the Iron Hills and settled down in the lonely mountain, continuing to learn and hone her skills with the uncovered knowledge of their libraries and ancient forges now burning with dragon fire. He had been testing one of his newly finished blades, the knife slicing through the thick leather hide like butter. He held such consecration and focus in his ocean blue eyes and he tested and wrapped his blade. Pride was held in his smile and as she studied his work for afar, she couldn’t deny its beauty.

That’s what sparked her soul and guided her to make her own dagger. One that she would offer to her prince.

The other dwarves had laughed, sneered and gasped when they had found out, but the dam could not be dissuaded. She had used every skill she had learnt and mastered from the design to the polish, pouring her blood, sweat and soul into her creation, and now, on the princes one hundredth birthday, she would offer her hard work to him.  

Her heart was in her throat as she waited, fiddling with the soft layer of silk that wrapped her work. She knew it was a good blade, beautiful and deadly, but she did not know how he would react to such a gift. Would he smile, his pretty blue eyes widening in fascination? Would he nod politely and brush the gift of to one on the servers unimpressed? Would he scoff and send her away? The line she stood in took another step and it was almost her turn to face the prince.

Something solid hit her back however, and knocked her unbalanced as she thought, the gift falling from her hands and siding along the ground.

“Hey!” she protested, turning to glare at who had hit her, “take care where you step fool!”.

She cringed when she relised who was standing behind her. Vargit, another blacksmith and a bully, stationed a few forges away from her own staired back with a scowl. He was adorned in his best attire, and being the son of a lord from centuries ago, it made her own outfit look like rags. He practically glittered with the number of jewels and gems that hung from his coat.

“Sorry Birdy, I do hope nothing is broken?” he shot back quickly. Narni ignored the unflattering nickname and looked around for her gift, finding it already in the hands of Vargit’s brother, Vaster.

“Now, now, what is this Birdy?” the younger questioned with furrowed brows, shaking the box and unwrapping the silk. To slowly she lunged for the box his eyes widened at what laid inside. “Well now, that wouldn’t be a gift for the prince, would it?”

He swiftly threw the box over her head and into his brother hands to show him.

“Your joking?” Vargit chuckled holding up the knife to the light, “You’re actually going to present prince Fili with a dagger? You are a mad one. Skilled yes, that I would not deny, but mad nevertheless,”

“Mad or not,” she grunted as she jumped to take back her gift, missing when he held it far above his head, “I will do so with or without your permission. Now give it back!”

She jumped again and he laughed as she missed for a second time. Even for a darrowdam she was short against her kin, and she though it best not to punch the son of a nobledwarf in the gut, no matter how much he tempted her.

“Such temper in such a small frame,” he mocked, “yet to no avail,”

She tensed her knuckles by her sides “Perhaps I should use my anger to break your nose instead?”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” he grinned side eyeing the high court where his father stood in discussion with Lord Balin, the kings high adviser. She turned her head to follow his gaze and he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I wouldn’t want to get you kick out of the party before you could present your gift,”

He thrusted the box into her hands and pushed her forwards as the announcer called her up. Flustered and rushed she stepped forwards and bowed low enough for her knees to touch the cold stone she stood upon.

When she looked up, she saw him. Prince Fili ‘lion heart’ Durin, son of Dis and heir to the throne of Erebor. He sat in his throne, to the right of the kings’, and held a small smile on his lips. Beautiful golden locks braided around his face framed his blue eyes and in his thick beard, just below his bottom lip, held a single braid and bead. A master blacksmith bead.

She swallowed harshly when she saw it and he must have noticed. He faintly raised one of his brows and tilted his head as he gazed at her softly, his grin widening when her entire face burnt red in embarrassment.

The announcer at her side cleared his throat and she jumped in her spot, pulling her eyes away from his.

“Oh, I, um.. Narni Silversands, at your service your majesty. And to you I present my gift for your one hundredth birthday,”

She held out the box, cringing at the wrinkled ribbon and uneven silk thanks to Vargit and Vaster’s rough handling, but bowing her head respectfully as the box was handed to the prince.

“I thank you for my gift Narni,” he purred in a beautiful silky voice that had her blushing once again, “though I must say I am surprised,”

“Surprised your majesty?”  

He nodded once, his bead jingling as he did so, “The only dwarves that have handed me gift with there own hands tonight have been those on the council or their children. I do not recognize you as one of those children, and you seem far to young and lovely to be on the council,”

“Oh,” she blinked pushing back the thoughts of him calling her lovely, and focusing on putting words together, “You would be correct my prince. I am not Lord’s daughter or Lady of the house. Merely a blacksmith who now calls this mountain her home,”

“A blacksmith you say?”

“Yes, your majesty, a bold one some might say,”

He tilted his head again and gave a small chuckle. With thick fingers he pulled open the bow and Narni felt herself hold her breath. The small smile on her princes’ face slowly faded as he staired into the box and she felt her heart drop in her stomach.

Mahal. He hated it.

Fili opened his mouth to say something but closed it again with a look of discomfit. He glanced at her again and she felt her eyes begin to burn with tears. She took a breath and pushed them down as best she could.

“It is… nice?” He tried cautiously, noting the anguish on her face, “An admirable effort I suppose, nothing fundamentally wrong with it. Pretty silver handle?”

Five months she had worked on that dagger! From tip to hilt she had worked tirelessly to make it perfect, to make it a part of her and a part of him and all he could say was…

“Silver?” she scrunched her nose up, “the handle is not silver,”

He looked at her questionably and snorted, “Yes, it is,” he argued holding up the box to show her.

There in the box sat a simple silver dagger.

Not her dagger.

“But how? That’s not.. I didn’t…”

“I’m sorry master Narni but I don’t know what more to say on the matter…”

“That’s not mine. I didn’t make that for you!”

Fili frowned, “You packed the wrong knife before you came? That seems hard to believe lass,”

Around her dwarves started to laugh and she took a shaky step back.

“I don’t understand I…”

Fili gave her a sympathetic look and her bottom lip trembled. Dwarves arounder her began to mutter and she could only catch words like ‘pitiful’ and ‘silly girl’.  Her palms felt sweaty and her breathing shuttered.

“Perhaps it is time for you to move on,” the announcer muttered lighting pushing her out of the way and back into the crowds. Before she could get a word out to argue the next person had stepped up began their introductions. She turned on her heal and dove back into the crowds to cover herself from the golden princes’ eyes that lingered on her sadly.

Her heart pounded in her ears and her hands shook as she tried to make it to the doors of the grate hall. She kept her head down as she shuffled wiping away her tears and sniffling miserably to herself.

She didn’t understand what had happened, she had made sure that everything was perfect. How could another dagger be placed in the box like that?

“What’s wrong Birdy? The prince not like your gift?” a voice called over her shoulder stopping her dead in her tracks. She tilted her head back and watched Vargit grin down at her when she made the realization.

“You? You did this didn’t you? You swapped the daggers”

His grin widened wickedly and he pulled out her dagger from his jacket, “Of course I swapped them. I got so sick of you beating me every step of the way. Every knife a make, you make a better one. Every sword I smith they pay you double!” His smile had slowly vanished as he had spoken, anger replacing his features, “So now you look like a disaster in front of everyone, no one will every commission your blades again. And now there’s noting standing in my way of smithing,”

“What?” she spat at him, her anger burning under her skin, “Mahal, what the stars are you talking about? Maybe make a decent blade from time to time and you wouldn’t have a problem to begin with!”

“Oh you little brat! You little Bird! Take your daggers and stay out of my way!”

And with that he threw her dagger as far as he could onto the restricted balcony above their heads. She let out a cry and took off down the corridor no longer bothering to hide the tears that streamed down her face.

***

Fili’s night had been long and numbing, and he let out a stifled sigh as he looked around the room and ignored the conversation around him. Truly that hall looked grand. The large iron chandeliers were ablaze, the food was abundant and the Durin tapestry that lined the back wall behind their thrones was complete and hung against stone. His uncle had gone above and beyond to make this night spectacular and as much as the prince wished to sit back and enjoy it, he knew it for what it really was.

Since reclaiming the mountain and taking his rightful place as prince and heir, Fili had balanced his duties with his love for his craft. He would spend almost every spare second he had in his forges, more grand and luxurious as there were here compared to what they had in the Blue Mountains, and he had quickly dedicated himself to his craft. Only, he had not taken up his craft alone like many other masters had, which meant Thorin had tried to set him up with more dams that he could count. Tonight was no different. The grand expense and over the top outfit that had been chosen for his were all an attempt for his uncle to find him a spouse. He loved his uncle dearly, but it was becoming a bit much.

In truth, Fili wasn’t against the idea of finding someone to spend the rest of his life with. Mahal, the prince has had his wedding planed since he was twelve. It was Kili that people saw as the hopeless romantic out of the two off them, but Fili was just as much emersed in the longing to find his one as his brother. It was just difficult to actually find them. Especially now that he was a prince and the crowned prince no less. Most of the time he could spot those who would bat their eyes at him in the hopes of wealth and political power rather quickly, sending them away and continuing his search. The others that had actually wanted to get to know him he simply didn’t connect with the right way to see a romantic relationship with in the future. He had to follow his head in making a decision, but he also had to follow his heart.

His mother had always spoke of the first time she had met their father, the spark that short through them when their eyes met and the connection they felt in their souls when they spoke. He had seen it in Kili when he had met Tauriel in the Elven Kings dungeons and in his uncle at Bilbo as they stood upon the Carrow. He knew of the magic of finding your one, and he had thought he almost found it.

A beautiful darrowdam dressed in purples and gold had approached his throne flushed and shy taking his breath away when her eyes flickered up to meet his. He didn’t recognize her face or recall her name but she had called herself a blacksmith. Her steel masters bead tracing alone her soft jaw had confirmed it and for a moment he felt something. Perhaps it was the that flame in her eyes that held out her soul for show, or the adorable chuckle she gave when she called herself ‘bold’.

And bold she was to present to him such a gift. A gift that he had rejected in so many others.

She held confidence in her stance but not the cockiness of others he had the displeasure of meeting. Though as he opened the box it was not what he had imagined. He had expected her soul to speak through her creation, the same flare that rolled off her effortlessly weaved into its sharp metal. Maybe he had thought to much of her, expected too much to soon. His heart fell to his stomach when he saw the plain looking dagger sat snug in the box.

He had watched her face fall and he looked between the weapon and her face and the confusion that scrunched up her face as he showed her what she had presented to him. It almost made him want to believe there had been a mix up and wait for her to find her ‘real’ gift, but before he could address her again the announcer had pushed her out of the line and ushered the next person up.

He had sulked to himself ever since and now as he sat next to the King and Lord Dain and pretended to listened to wherever they were talking about as he huffed and sighed. He quickly decided that he needed another glass of wine and lifted his crystal goblet only to be temporally blinded as a flash bounced from the lighting to his mug to him. He blinked a few times and looked around to find what had reflected catching a flash of metal fly threw the air. His first though was that they were under attack and his hand instantly when to one of his hidden knifes at his hip. When he registered that it was not coming towards them but away, he squinted through the crowd to see where it had come from and if there was to be another.

His breath caught in his throat when he spotted the dam from before with her purple dress flowing around her like a halo and her hair sweeping the floor. She was standing with one of the Lord’s sons and they were both facing towards where the object had landed. He watched from afar as pain spread across her features and she took off into a run out of the hall, leaving the other darrow to laugh and strut away.

The prince frowned at the exchange and felt his stomach churn. Had he hurt her in some way? She hadn’t limped and held onto anything in pain, through her expression made him hesitate. He had done something to distress her and it had to do with that flash of object that now laid on the retracted balcony. Well, restricted if you weren’t of the royal line.

Excusing himself in a quiet voice, Fili slipped out of the great hall and slowly wondered up to the balcony that the object sat. His feet wondered up the spiral staircase and through the corridor and finally he came upon the door. When he arrived, he slid open the stone door and looked around the small area with intrigue. Neither dwarf had held a bow so what ever it was must have been small enough and light enough to been throw to such a height.

He checked under the few chairs and table that sat in the room before another flash hit his eye. There on the edge of the balcony sat a knife teetering on the edge of falling. Quickly he snatched it up and examined his find, his eyes widening in wonder at the steel that laid in him palms.  

The daggers blade was a ladder damascus pattern and as he flipped it around in his hands, he discovered it was coated so that the metal shone a gorgeous Durin blue in direct lighting. It was a rare skill amongst blacksmiths to make the colour shine through and he had never seen it accomplished so well on a blade before. The pommel was made from some sort of bone or antler and sealed with a resin so it would not crack, darkening to a gold colour at the hilt that displayed the head of a lion. The prince moved closer to the light had gasped at the detailing of the sculpture. The lion’s mouth held a snarl and a braid adorned each side of its mane to match his own. He traced his fingers over the smooth blade finding no rivets or delamination in the steel and a sharp sting struck his fingertip as a bead or red dripped onto steel. It was as sharp as ice and now christened with his blood.  

It must have taken its creator months to perfect and if filled him with exhilaration and a tad of jealousy at its skillful crafting.

Was this what the dam had intended to gift him? No wonder she had been so distressed when he showed her the other dagger that laid in the box he was given. But how did it end up here?

He had to find her, to ask if she truly was the creature of such beauty. But how would he do that? He had her name but knew nothing else about her.

Frustrated and newly inspired, he turned away from his own party and began to wonder through the halls of the great mountain in contemplation. He needed to find her. To ask her. To explain. Would she be understanding to his rejection or angry with him? Would she be kind or hash as he sort her out. Could she teach him how she created a blade with such vibrant colour? Perhaps he could craft her a dagger of his own making as an apology?

Locked so deep in his thoughts he wondered down stairways and through archways of stone until he came across the forges. So caught up in his mind of planning and designing his legs had carried him to his work bench. A smile broke out on his face and he made for his desk knowing he had so designing paper left over from his last build. He paused at his desk however and frowned as the sound of a hammer sounded and echoed through the darkness.

The royal forges were on the second level of the smithery, separated for safety and comfort for those who would normally be swarmed by their subjects, but was open so they could look out and over the other blacksmiths on the first level. Looking over the railing of his level a single forge was lit and burning, a dwarf pounding down of the glowing metal bar before them. A flash of purple material on their person caught his eye.

Shocked and hopeful Fili practically raced down the stairs and over to their forge slowing only when he arrived to watch them in awe. It was indeed Narni, her long hair wrapped up messily into a bun and her dress gaining burns and smudges of charcoal. He also noted sadly, the dried lines of tears that ran down her face and the newly puffed burns on her hands from not paying complete attention.

Loose wisps of hair stuck to her forehead as sweat dripped down her face and neck. He could see her muscle through her dress as she reeled back her arm and brought it down with a crack to the metal.

Realizing he was staring he took a timid step forwards and cleared his throat. She spun around quick as lightning and held out her red glowing steel under his chin in a defensive stance.

It took her a moment to catch her breath, but she eventually lowered the steel and tilled her head in question.

“My prince Fili? What in Mahal are you doing down here?”

The prince remained speechless and wide eyed as he gazed at her, his turn to blush and stammer. So soft and gentle she had looked kneeled before him, but here in her domain, she looked powerful and dangerous. Either way Fili thought she was beautiful.

Pulling his eyes away he remembered why he was here and held out the dagger from the balcony.

Narni’s eyes watered a touch and she let out a soft gasp, “How did you get this?”

“It is yours is it not? The dagger you were meant to gift to me?”

“Yes,” she nodded, leaving her metal and hammer on her workshop bench and taking a few steps towards him, “This is the dagger I crafted but it should be abandoned on a balcony not here in your hands,”

“It is exquisite,” he whispered.

Her face lit up at his words.

“Truly? You like it? You’re not just saying that because you feel bad?”

“Not at all! My words are sincere when I say this is one of the most beautiful blades I have ever had the pleasure of wielding,”

He offered her a smile and she sheepishly returned it. She held out her hands.

“May I?”

He nodded and placed the dagger in her hands only for her to kneel before him. The light from the forges’ flames made her eyes shine and dance as she looked up at him with determination.

“My prince Fili,” she said with a bow of her head, “on your one hundredth birthday I present you with a gift made of my own hands in the hope that it may serve you well inside and outside of the battle field. To you, I give a dagger forged in the mountain you will someday rule, by a subject that holds nothing but loyalty and adoration for your bravery and dedication to his people and his craft,”

He felt touched by her words and couldn’t help his eyes from watering as she declared them, “Such devotion and kind words you hold for me my dear Narni. I will do well to honor them always,”

“Thankyou for giving me the chance to say them. I don’t know how you came across my dagger nor how you found me all the way down here while the great hall is filled with merry and song, but I will always be grateful,”

A strangely comfortable silence engulfed them as they watched each other through the dark. Fili removed his only visible dagger and tucked it inside his jacket replacing it with Narni’s gifted dagger, the lion facing out like it would defend him when needed.

Testing the waters, the golden prince took a step closer to her workbench and let his eyes wonder. Papers covered in ruff sketches and little notes to herself lined the back wall of her desk and handmade tools for carving and molding delicate details were tucked into a jar to the right.

“Did you design all of these?” he asked.

“Yes, most are decorative pieces rather than practical, but a few are the favorite knifes I have already completed,”

“And this?” he gestured to the now cooling metal she had been working on, “what will this become?”

She blushed scarlet, “Honestly, with the way I was pounding it, most likely it will end in the scraps. It was more so something to take my frustrations out on,”

He chuckled knowing the feeling. He had spent many a night merely heating metal to bash at it after a particularly stressful day in council meetings or other royal business.

“A shame, I would have loved to see you create something now I know of your talent with the steel. perhaps another day I will have the chance to see it?”

She seemed taken back by his request but nodded and grinned again, “Only if I may see you at work also?”

“You truly are a bold one, aren’t you?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Fili thought for a moment and his hand came to rest on the hilt of his dagger, the feel of his lion new to his fingers. New and thrilling.

“No, I think it is a good thing. Actually, I think I may need to follow in boldness,” he confessed.

“Oh, and why is that my prince?”

“I would like to get to know you better miss Narni Silversands, and I must be bold enough to ask. Would you like to come back to the party with me?”

She smiled brightly at his question but faltered when she looked down at herself, “I would love to prince Fili, but I’m afraid I may have ruined my only dress. I would not wish to make you or your halls so filthy,”

He though for a moment before nodding, “Then perhaps I may get to know you here. Coal smudges and all?”

“I do have some designs I could show you?” she mused, scratching her chin and leaving a black smudge along her jaw.

Fili chuckled at the action, “I would love to see them,” he grinned bringing his hand up to her face and wiping the stain from her skin. It was a bold move put it paid off when she blushed brightly, making the same face she had in the great hall.

He took a step back, reignited the fire so they had light to see and sat down next to the dam. She pulled out a few sketches, some black sheets and some chalk and pencils and laid them down before them. She scooched herself closer to him and he gave her a cheeky smile.

“What? It’s cold,” she defended.

“Well that just won’t do, will it?”

With one last bold move for the night, he peeled off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

They settled comfortably against each other and didn’t move until the sun come up the next morning, talking and laughing and designing knives or beauty. Perhaps it wasn’t the sparks his mother felt upon meeting his father, or the bright glowing light his brother described, but being next to her? It felt… nice.

It felt… right.

Could it be?

His one?

He supposed he would have to be bold one more time and find out.