#dwarven miner

[mtgatherercomments]

[celestesketchbook]

Dwarven Miner

[littlelightfish]

Close ups under the cut!

[feletida]

seen any elves??

[mediocre-tumble]

So we all know that out of everyone in the company, Bofur is the only full-time miner? Yeah, Bifur probably used to be a miner before the ‘axe in the head’ incident, but I think he wouldn’t be allowed to go in the mines full time with that injury.

And I know that being a miner was probably a common job for Dwarves, but what if it isn’t? What if the job for most miners is only temporary due to the amount of risks that can come from it? Since I feel like a lot of people forget about the fact that mining was/is a fairly dangerous job.

In Bofur’s case, the risks would be more around coal dust inhalation, lack of oxygen, mines collapsing, potentially getting injured by the pickaxe, manual labour leading to physical pain, and quite possibly, if you didn’t mine enough, you didn’t get paid enough either.

I thought about this tonight, and wondered if the reason Bofur was taken on the quest was because he would be used to the demanding physical labour, along with potentially not getting a reward by the end of it. I also wonder if miners are treated specially by the Dwarves due to the dangers of their job, and how important they are to Dwarven society, which might explain scenes when Bofur is sitting by Thorin’s right/left side in the first movie when they ransack Bilbo’s home, because fat spot should logically be for Balin- his advisor. It would also explain why- despite being the clown of the company, and I mean that affectionately- he’s also taken seriously, even if he suggests turning back during the beginning of ‘desolation of Smaug’.

And then I found it funny that Bofur would be getting five star treatment, not just by the company, but also by other Dwarves, and I mean Bifur and Bombur fending off unwanted courtships, or people who may only want to marry him for the respect miners receive, etc etc.

Even better, imagine some Dwarves insulting him for his appearance, or thinking he doesn’t do much, only to find out he’s a frigging miner who essentially helps run Dwarven society by supplying materials for trade and personal use.

Or even a politician tripping over themselves to apologise for bumping into him, accidentally making him drop something or even delaying his break from mining.

The opportunities are endless and I find that hilarious

[ruvviks]

god has given me the daintiest and veiniest and boniest hands on earth which is great for scooping pringles out of the bottom of the can but also makes me look like every single pinterest white boy yaoi hands picture in existence

[lordofthefeline]

In Deep Rock Galactic, the implications that everyone that works for the company is a dwarf is actually really funny. Cause you have the scientists in the Research and Development area that do need stuff, then there’s Mission Control that has the patience of saints, lastly management the unseen entity. Everyone is a dwarf acting civilized to get their job done.

All of that means that us the players cough i mean miners are just like that. i.e. batshit crazy. It’s our normal state to cause issues (barrels belong in the launch bay fuck you Mission Control) and go to work drunker than a monkeys uncle. It comes with the job description.

And that, frankly, is beautiful.

[sabertoothwalrus]

I want to emphasize something about the dungeon meshi ages.

So Senshi is 35-36 here, yeah? The dwarven age of maturity is 40, and he’s just shy of it.

When Chilchuck was just shy of his race’s age of maturity, he had a kid and got married. He was 13, and the half-foot age of maturity is 14.

So, developmentally-wise, THIS is how old Chilchuck was when he became a father:

This is even further emphasized with Izutsumi. She’s 17 (and actually turns 18 during the faligon feast), older than the tallman age of maturity, and still reads VERY immature to the audience. By the time Chilchuck was Izutsumi’s relative age, he was already on his third kid and had moved away from home to the city.

Imagine Izutsumi being a parent of three. Imagine Senshi having a child of his own when he was with the miners.

Like. Chilchuck was young young.

[7thbutterflyofspring]

What eats animal toxins then?

Random worldbuilding idea:

In a world with the classic Standard Fantasy Races, the concept of "mildly toxic just means spicy" is known to all of them, but what defines 'spicy' depends on what these specific people have the highest natural resistance to. Humans, who metabolise plant poisons remarkably well, naturally enjoy their chili, mint and other mildly irritating toxic plants in their food for spice. Dwarves have a whole gallery of various types of stones and minerals found underground, which are so precious to them that anyone finding a vein of a coveted crystal is set for life - the expression "as rich as a spice miner" is so common among dwarves that it's also spread to unrelated languages of people who live, or frequently trade or work with dwarves.

Elves, who are far too refined for such simple luxuries as toxic plants or rocks, prefer to spice their foods and wines with things that cause mild-but-harmless psychic damage. Elves from cultures that prefer spicier foods make fun of elves from milder cuisine cultures for not being able to handle spicy foods, while elves from mild cuisine cultures agree with non-elves that you can't even eat Spicy Elf Food without afterwards seeing demons for three weeks straight.

In contrast the orcs, who do not care for such fancily sophisticated luxuries as human plant spice or dwarvish rock spices, and are actually immune to elvish spices completely, prefer the simplicity of abrasive textures - common orcs add coarse sand into their foods, while warlords and orc rulers of high status might splurge in the luxury of having their dinners spiced with shards of glass.

Humans will sample the food of anyone but the orcs. Elves are actually surprised that humans also indulge in psychedelic mushrooms, and dwarves are amazed that humans can handle salt.

[hollowtones]

So after I read your ask where you mention looking into Dracula games, I did some searching out of curiosity (there's a category of video games based on Dracula on Wikipedia) and discovered there was a NES game called Drac's Night Out where he leaves the castle to find Mina Harker while wearing Reebok Pumps. The whole game is an ad for Reebok Pumps. And it never came out officially but the game was done when it was cancelled and it's playable. I felt like this was important to tell you.

That's fucking awesome. There's a whole glut of weird licensed or product-placement games from the NES and SNES eras and I feel like every time I learn about one I'm a dwarven miner unearthing a legendary gemstone. Dracula Reeboks is disgusting. Thank you for telling me about it.

[maris-solstice]

do you guys think the Dungeon Meshi writer has seen Dwarven Miner

Like I have to wonder yknow

[probablybadrpgideas]

The Dwarven miners union has complained that working conditions are too safe, your party has been hired to destroy all the hand rails

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[rivendell-poet]

First of all, thanks so much @klerns-birdie for the request! Second of all, I'm so sorry for the delay! Third of all, here it is and I hope you enjoy it <3

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Thorin ○ Fíli ○ Kíli ○ Dwalin ○ Bofur ○ Bilbo ○

Gender-neutral reader | Wordcount : 1.2k | TWs : None

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧

✧ Thorin first heard about it through his nephews excitedly telling him, and although he’d listened he hadn’t truly absorbed the information.

✧ So you could twist yourself and be flexible? It’s a useful skill, but nothing he needs to be blown away by.

✧ Then, when about to get you, he sees you practising. And he realises that you deserved the praise you had been given - you deserved that and more.

✧ Finishing your routine, you can feel eyes suddenly on you. Incredibly intense, and taking in every movement of your body.

✧ You don’t quite feel vulnerable, but as you contort again to stand up straight and face Thorin there’s something more intimate about performing than there usually is.

✧ When you face him there’s a second of silence, before he clears his throat and informs you of what he needs you to do. You agree and begin to leave, but he’s still standing there.

✧ Just as you’re about to be out of earshot, he speaks again. “That was… incredible.”

✧ It’s a good thing you aren’t facing him because you can feel heat rush to your face. Realising your leaving it too long, you swallow then respond, “Thank you.”

✧ Once the two of you are together he’s much more openly interested.

✧ Tries to design jewellery that will flex and more while you’re practising, which eventually leads into him trying to design armour for you.

✧ It’s a challenge but it’s one he enjoys; often you’ll be beckoned over to try out a new piece, moving and giving feedback.

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ Fíli could never really see the appeal of human villages, towns, or cities no matter how much time he spent in them. Even the better smiths he was able to be in weren’t right.

✧ Something in him always recognised this was not right for him, that the magic of jewels and intricately crafting metals could not be achieved here.

✧ But still, he tried for something to get close. Normally it was the higher paying blacksmith jobs, the glint of dwarven steel. Then he sees you do a contortion act.

✧ He’d been friends with you for a little while, but never something deeper, until your friends had encouraged you to demonstrate your skill.

✧ You’d laughed, but obliged them. And he’d been spellbound.

✧ It was as if something had been flipped - both about you and about the beauty of humanity.

✧ When you finish Fíli can’t quite meet your eyes, is horribly aware of the blush on his face, and almost stutters in his compliment to you.

✧ After that both of you know there’s something between you, and eventually it happens after you perform again. It’s in a quiet location, and as people wander about there’s only you and him left.

✧ Moving up he stays silent as you come closer, eyes with some longing.

✧ And, gently, the two of you kiss.

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ As Erebor eventually fills up, the mountain now reclaimed, one of the things Kíli looks forward too most is the new people that come with it.

✧ At first it’s mainly miners and traders, or dwarves who have an ancestral home here, but eventually more people come. Musicians, artists, and performers.

✧ Then he sees you. You stand out already - as a human - but what really captures his eye is what you are performing.

✧ He’s never seen anything like it before, instantly stopped in his tracks before getting closer to be able to admire you.

✧ You realise something must be happening as your act draws much larger crowds than normal, but you don’t realise the reason is because the crown prince is watching it. Finishing your act you bend one more time before coming up and bowing, listening to the cheers and applause.

✧ The crowd eventually dies down, but Kíli is still waiting there; coming up to you he’s quite shy, complimenting you on your performance before asking how you learnt.

✧ You talk for a while, and although he offers to walk you through the market you decline. Before you leave he asks when he’ll see you again - if he can, of course - and instantly makes note of the time and location you give him.

✧ Unsurprisingly, he shows up. And he shows up at the next performance, and the next performance.

✧ But he doesn’t make a move, even when the adoration he stares at you with is obviously not just adoration anymore.

✧ Eventually, it’s you who asks him to court you.

✧ Standing straight, and ready to begin your performance, you speak to the small crowd. “This act is dedicated to someone, someone dear to me. Someone who I love.”

𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧

✧ At first, Dwalin doesn’t realise you’re a contortionist. He’s impressed by how fluid your body is, the grace you carry yourself with when moving. The way you can bend perfectly to pick something off the floor.

✧ But, as admirable a talent as that is, he thinks it is simply that. A talent.

✧ (Although to him that doesn’t explain why he seems to draw to your every move doing that, the blush on his face that appears. There is something special to him in your movement.)

✧ Eventually you begin your courtship, and he assumes that’s why he was always so drawn to it - because he’s in love with you.

✧ And then the subject comes up, and you reveal you’re a contortionist.

✧ He pauses for a second, almost confused. Then softly, almost shyly, he asks if you’d be willing to perform for him.

✧ You say yes, and the time is set for later that day.

✧ When you finally perform he is even more mesmerised. Eyes sweeping over every inch of your body, taking in your movement and fully appreciating it.

✧ “By Mahal, you’re beautiful.”

𝐁𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐫

✧ First sees you when you’re half way through a contortion routine.

✧ And, of course, he can’t look away. (Although he is a little annoyed at himself for only discovering you halfway through your performance and missing some of it.)

✧ So, he resolves to watch a full performance as soon as he can.

✧ You don’t notice Bofur coming to watch immediately, but after the third time you can recognise him. After the fifth time you’re confident enough to smile fully at him, giving him a little wink near the end of your routine before you carry on with.

✧ He stays still this time, instead of dispersing with the crowd, and waits for you to come to him. Bowing down, “Bofur, at your service.”

✧ “(Y/n), at yours.” Smiling, you look the dwarf over once again. Remember the feeling of being watched that came from him - except it wasn’t just watching, it was being admired.

✧ “Say, may I buy you a drink?”

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐨

✧ Bilbo is also awe inspired, and probably the most flustered of them all.

✧ It’s just so different - it feels so intimate to him. At first when he’s watching you his eyes will only flicker to you occasionally, and his cheeks flush pink when he realises you’ve seen him.

✧ Even when you’re travelling together and you simply bend to pick something up his mind goes back to when he’s seen you performing.

✧ But he can still hold a conversation, and certainly gushes about your performance to you. He’s always incredibly complimentary of the routine.

✧ Once you’re together he allows himself to watch you more closely, to notice every detail of your performance - and of course all that does is make him fall in love with you even more.

A/N : Hope you enjoyed! Contortionist secretly scare me, but I also respect the hell out them for doing that. I'm pretty sure I would break several bones should I attempt anything close, so...

anyway I hope you enjoyed this & have a great day/night <3

thank you for reading *･༓˚✧ Taglist : @celestialhole / @starwars2222 / @withasideofmeg / @nilintakan / cont in comments. ✧ wish to be tagged?

[dunmeshistash]

Hi Cyan, just wanted to check if you knew if we ever got the name of any dwarf who wasn't an outcast? I was thinking it was odd that dwarves didn't have inherinherited surnames when the importantace of thier blood relatives was highlighted, but mabye you just lose the right to use your clan name when you are exiled.

Hello!

Officially dwarves are named after the place they're from, even the exiled ones seem to maintain that naming

The dwarf miners for example worked in Izganda before they left and the ones who were from there maintained that surname (Gillin, Senshi, Brigan and Invar)

This is my interpretation but I believe their sense of community has to with their local bonds and not just their blood ties? They say they respect local authority more than a king so I think that puts importance in proximity, after all is the location that unifies different families? Gillin and Senshi have no blood ties but both of them have the surname "of Izganda" for example so I'd say it's pretty important too.

From Daya we learn that blood ties are indeed important tho, especially when it comes to inheritance? ("leave an heir for the tribe") And her relative (the shadow governor) who also left their village helped her out once she arrived at the island even tho she was a distant relative.

My theory is that if they aren't nobles the local ties are about as important and that's why they use their homelands as a surname

Anyway I don't think we meet any dwarves that aren't outcasts, but I also think that makes sense, the type of dwarf who would end up adventuring in a party with other races is probably one that has problems with their own community? Same with the elves

I don't remember any dwarven clan being given a specific name.

[teawithmagician]

Lonely Mountain = Armenia

I have a take to make: Armenian culture is very similar to how I would imagine the culture of the Dwarves of Lonely Mountain.

When you think of the halls of Erebor, images of grand stone halls, intricate metalwork, and proud, resilient people come to mind.

Interestingly, this mental imagery resembles Armenia, a rich and ancient civilization in the Southern (that is important - Armenians are not Caucausians per se, like Georgians and/or Dagestanians) Caucasus region. From the stone-borne proud spirit of the Armenian people to their architecture and traditional clothing, there are fascinating parallels between the two cultures, real and fictional.

1. Architecture: Stone, Fortresses, and Underground Structures

The Dwarves of Erebor are renowned for their skill in mining and stonework, creating vast underground cities with intricate carvings and fortifications. Similarly, Armenian architecture is marked by the use of stone, with many historical fortresses, churches, and monasteries built using basalt, tuff, and other locally sourced materials. These buildings, often nestled in mountainous regions, reflect a deep connection to the earth, much like the Dwarven kingdom carved within the Lonely Mountain.

Examples:

Geghard Monastery: Partially carved out of mountain rock, this UNESCO World Heritage site demonstrates the skill and artistry of Armenian stonework. Its cavernous halls and intricate carvings are reminiscent of the Dwarven halls deep within Erebor.

Tatev Monastery: Perched on the edge of a cliff, this fortress-like monastery reflects the grandeur and defensive nature of Dwarven architecture.

2. Traditional Clothing: Regal, Rich, and Embroidered

Tolkien’s Dwarves are often depicted in elaborate, layered garments with intricate patterns, a testament to their pride in craftsmanship. Armenian traditional clothing, especially royal and ceremonial attire, shares this emphasis on richness and detail. Armenian robes from different historical periods were made from fine fabrics, often embroidered with gold and adorned with jewels, echoing the regal appearance of Dwarven kings and warriors.

Examples:

Royal Armenian Attire: The robes of Armenian kings and nobles during the medieval period were crafted from rich fabrics and detailed embroidery. Visuals of King Gagik I or the attire from the Bagratid dynasty era would illustrate the parallels well.

Women’s Embroidered Dresses: Traditional women’s dresses from regions like Syunik and Artsakh, adorned with intricate patterns and gold-thread embroidery, reflect a similar pride in craftsmanship seen in Dwarven culture.

3. Craftsmanship: The Art of Metalwork and Jewelry

The Dwarves are famous for their skills as blacksmiths, miners, and jewelers, creating intricate items from precious metals. Armenia, with its long history of metallurgy, also boasts a rich tradition of metalwork and jewelry-making. Armenian craftsmen were known for producing exquisite silver and gold pieces, ranging from church crosses to ceremonial weaponry and jewelry.

Examples:

Armenian Crosses and Jewelry: The detailed filigree and gem-inlaid designs seen in Armenian religious artifacts show a high level of skill. These pieces could easily be imagined as treasures from the hoards of Erebor.

Ceremonial Swords and Armor: Historical Armenian weaponry, including richly adorned swords and shields, can also be found in museums. Their craftsmanship mirrors the care and pride of Dwarven smiths.

4. Resilience and Pride: A Shared Spirit of Survival

Both the Armenians and the Dwarves have a shared history of resilience and pride in their heritage. The Dwarves, displaced from their homeland of Erebor, strive to reclaim their lost kingdom, a narrative that echoes the Armenian struggle throughout history to preserve their culture and identity in the face of invasions and displacement.

Armenian history is marked by perseverance, whether through the maintenance of cultural traditions, language, or faith, even during periods of hardship. The Dwarves' determination to return to Erebor, despite the dangers, reflects a similar strength.

Examples:

Armenian Genocide Memorials: These monuments, while somber, speak to the resilience and enduring spirit of the Armenian people. They stand as a testament to survival, much like the return of the Dwarves to Erebor.

Mount Ararat: The iconic mountain, which has a deep connection to Armenian identity, is often depicted in art. It symbolizes endurance, much like the Lonely Mountain symbolizes hope for the Dwarves.

Conclusion

While there is no evidence that J.R.R. Tolkien based the Dwarves of Erebor on any specific real-world culture, the similarities between Dwarven and Armenian culture are striking. Both are defined by a love of stone, a tradition of intricate craftsmanship, and a deep-rooted pride in their heritage. These parallels offer a fascinating way to look at Tolkien's world.

[ambitiouspotions]

DAYBED | KÍLI THE DWARF | ONESHOT

summary — in which kíli’s elven wife is subject to his mouth

word count — 1.5k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, smut

author’s note — i hope you like this little kíli x reader!

two brothers were now the kings of erebor, sharing the glory of their kingdom proudly amongst each other. their late uncle, thorin, had raised them with the duty to protect their loved ones and kin. there was no jealousy or hatred between them as they led the kingdom in unison.

kíli, the younger of the brothers, had grown into quite a fine dwarf. his beard had grown thickets and his hair now had braids and hair cuffs, being earned from his experience and achievements. though even with all his years of drinking and eating, he maintained his fit body unlike his older brother, fíli, who always had a great pudgy belly.

years after becoming king, fíli and kíli had to make an alliance with the elves, against their best judgment, of course. though it worked in their favor, having control of a mineral mine system in the elven land, and the elves control of a portion of the dwarven army if needed. though the alliance caused lots of headaches in the beginning, kíli ended up betrothed to an elven healer.

y/n was gentle and soft-spoken compared to kíli’s extroverted and flirty nature. they completed each other nicely to put things simply.

“what’ve you done this time?” y/n asked massaging the sore muscle kíli had been complaining about the moment he took off his shirt. his face slightly contorted, making her place her hands steadily in one spot.

“practicing with a new axe,” kíli admitted, stretching his arms upwards and groaning in discomfort. y/n brought his arms back down slowly and sat him on their bed. he knew the next step would be her doing her healing. he didn’t bother denying it anymore, knowing she wouldn’t want to take no for an answer.

“you’ve not been listening when i say to stretch before you practice with your weaponry.” y/n’s voice was hushed as she was so close to his ear, though her normal voice wasn’t much louder.

“i understand now,” kíli said, biting his inner cheek as her thumbs worked into his bare muscles.

“always stubborn,” y/n mumbled before leaving the room, having to gather a few supplies to help her beloved. kíli knew better than to move from his spot on the edge of the bed and receive an earful from his wife.

she came back with warm water in a bowl filled with various herbs and an odd-smelling blend of crushed powders. she took the cloth that was laid over her forearm and soaked it in the water. she laid the cloth on his shoulder blade and massaged, feeling her husband move uncomfortably underneath her touch.

“deep breath in,” the elf stated, as kíli inhaled she used a fist to massage instead of only a few fingers as she had before. she felt kíli exhale and left him to sit upright for a few moments before taking off the hot compress and began wrapping a long bandage from his unaffected shoulder, across his pectoral muscle, and over his sore muscle. she continued to wrap until the bandage came to an end.

“an elven witch you be with these methods,” kíli said feeling slightly better. he went to lift his sore arm to grab his shirt from the ground, but the elf put his arm down quickly.

“don’t move it, you need rest,” she said, propping the pillows on their bed so her husband could lay back comfortably. she put his shirt against his chest and patted it gently.

“you’re not done,” the dwarf grabbed her hand before she began putting away her herbal remedies. he grabbed her hand with his uninjured arm, pulling her closer.

y/n eyed her husband and placed a hand gently on his well-maintained chest. he caressed her soft cheek and placed an appreciative kiss on her lips. the elf closed her eyes, taking a moment to savor his lips. as she tried to pull away, kíli intensified the kiss, taking his hand from her cheek to her hip. her silky dress on his calloused hands was very satisfying to the dwarf, enjoying their differences in style. rough and rugged compared to dainty and ethereal. he squeezed her hip, making y/n open her mouth slightly.

the elf, though pleased by kíli’s actions, stopped him. “that would not be considered rest.” she, nudged him back against the pillow.

“but–” kíli, interjected, his wife turning her head swiftly to look at her husband with a stern look. the dwarf instead laid against the pillow.

after two weeks and much daily care for his pulled muscles, y/n released kíli for his full working abilities again. the only reason the dwarf did not go against the elf’s wishes was because he wanted a chance to lay with his wife as quickly as possible.

y/n lay lounging on the day bed in the sun. the warm light filled the room shining down on the she-elf. her eyes were closed as she basked in the sun, her entire body relaxed. she did not move when she heard kíli’s footsteps enter the sunroom. her sharp, pointed ears could pick up on even the smallest noises.

“the drops of sun add to your beauty,” he said, approaching and sitting next to her on the long sofa.

“i suppose,” y/n said, sighing in relief as she felt his hand run along her thigh. her eyes didn’t open due to the bright light, feeling the mild glow from the natural lighting.

kíli began to slowly lift her dress above her knee and catch a glimpse of her panties. his hand trailed from her kneecap down to her foot. he only wanted to take in every inch of her body and appreciate it after the few weeks he was unable to properly use his arm.

y/n allowed her husband to continue his touches, her hands resting on his chest, waiting in anticipation of his next move. he placed his hand against the front of her panties and tilted his head to look at the relaxed nature of his wife.

the elf adjusted her shoulder blades into the couch and swallowed. feeling her panties being dragged off she opened her eyes curiously. “what are you doing?” she asked, her dress being placed onto her stomach.

“taking care of you,” kíli stated, spreading her legs by taking his hand slowly and parting them, his head diving down. “you always take care of me,” kíli meant that in more ways than just one. his mind was occupied with the thoughts of temptation in front of him.

y/n moaned in agreement, feeling the dwarf’s tongue linger on her thighs before kissing the space right above her clit. kíli’s head was soon buried in her heat, paying extra attention to her clit. suckling, lapping, and gently pulling at it with his lips trying to coerce her into moaning. the elf, who was sighing quietly, had her hands laced in his dark hair and was attempting to lift her hips to meet his mouth.

kíli was holding her firmly to the daybed, still wanting to have a sense of control over y/n. his head was fully immersed in her cunt. the wetness, spreading onto his beard and chin, only gave him more motivation to continue his pleasure. he lifted her legs over his shoulders and spread her asscheeks. he wanted a larger area to continue his naughty antics.

he occasionally would shake his head so his tongue would enter her wet hole. moving up and down, occasionally teasing her asshole as he licked. his normally quiet wife was spewing moans that echoed in the mostly empty sunroom. her eyes were tightly shut as groaned in complete and utter fulfillment.

kíli was enjoying the taste of her cunt like an indecent delicacy. when he was too involved in darting his tongue across her many folds, y/n managed to raise her hip, forcing him to be enveloped further in her heat. the dwarf was startled at this quick movement, causing him to moan into her sloppy wetness.

his hairy forearm laid across her stomach, pushing her back down only so he could breathe better and continue the hungry motions against her most intimate area. the elf groaned with frustration at being forced down. the only grip she had on reality was the one in kíli’s hair. she was panting needily, kíli not aiding in the situation by exploiting her cunt.

the moment he went back to her clit, the elf felt her stomach tighten, her walls contracting over and over from the recognition given to her clit. coming down from her high, kíli buried his face again, lapping her folds before y/n released his thick hair from its tight hold and threw her head back.

kíli laid his head on her thigh, wiping his mouth and beard. the elf, having been vocal for so long, cleared her throat.

the two quietly layed on the daybed until the sunlight faded due to the clouds covering it.