#fell asleep sometime before they left rivendell

[nativemossy]

watched the fellowship of the ring for the first time while high last night and the most i remember is that i was extremely upset they cut tom bombadil out of the story entirely

[idjitlili]

Heat of the moment

Thorin x reader

As requested on quotev , by a lovely reader, they wanted more thorin so here you are.

Summary: you end up in middle earth , only to fall for the dwarven king.

N/o/p= number of pillows Chips= fries , we British here, plus in lotr Sam calls them chips so that's how it's gonna be. Fries are skinny chips. Word count:2673

It was a day in July , well night you had fell asleep in your bed in your room on your n/o/p ,nice and toasty. You had been dreaming about eating a nice bunch of chips , golden thick potatoes. They tasted like keanu reeves love in a potato. oh how you wish to real live that, but you were roughly awoke by something prickly poking you. "Five more minutes ,mummy /mommy/mama." You groaned as the thing stopped poking you, you felt rough ground stabbing your back as you rolled over.

You felt under you with your left hand to only to feel your mattress sheet not your mattress , and just your fluffy blanket you used in the summer instead of the duvet somethings. You slowly opened your eyes , as the bright light hit your eyes , causing you to groan again rubbing your eyes to make them focus. When you opened them again you were faced with a bunch of short men and an old man and an even shorter man. You look at them wide eye, as hatted dwarf held a stick that poked you they look at you in confusion some held weapons.

"Why are you in my room?!" You had almost shouted , grabbing a pillow holding it up in defence,you looked pretty bad,what you gonna do braid eachothers hair and have a pillow fight. Its only lucky that you had put your new pair of shoes in their box on the other side of your bed ,with socks so you could cherish them. Well be ready for the next day,to wear them inside.Little did you know would be travelling with these short men,due to the wizards say so. "uh,lass this is the forest." the short man with the stick and hat had spoken up causing you to gasp when noticed you were in a forest,and so was your bed,you could ony come up with answer to this mess...

"HElp! I've been kidnapped." you had shouted,remove your blanket pulling on your socks and shoes ,standing up,before you can run the majestic hair dwarf shouts. "circle her lads," and with that a barrier of short men surround you. You stood on your bedding ,luckily in clean shoes ,and your night clothes aka a strappy top,with your favourite tv show characters on it,and the shorts that come with,and yeah they are short. You were exposed by strange men ,and you didnt like that,your bust on show and yours ass if you bent over. Thats what she said.

You picked up your blanket ,placing the pillow down,wrapping it around you ,to cover youself. "what do you want from me?" you had spoke anooyed by the sitution,though the majestic man was quite the looker,if you were honest."your the only that fell out of the sky,what do you want?" A short ginger one had growled ,pissed off."what Gloin is trying to say is that we never touched you ,Dwalin was on watch when you fell ,we do not know how you didnt wake up from the impact." the shoretest man that reminded you very much of John waston from sherlock.

You didnt know what to think of the sitution ,then the man that was apparently a wizard spoke to you and the majestic man privately,saying that he was going to try get you home ,after you admitted you never had heard of Rohan ,or erebor or middle earth,concluding you werent from this world. So basically the wizard you know as now Gandalf is forcing this other dude who is a dwarf , a dwarf! Can you believe it? on this journey to reclaim his home ,he wasnt impressed but soon enough he agreed.

Gandalf had forced the company to stop at a small village :so he could buy you clothes,a tooth brush,cleaning supplies and womanly products,you had thanked him dearly. You now wore ,your small trainers with these legging pants and a tunic plus a coat but it was too hot for that right now,during the day anyways. Then you all were back on the road ,and you would have to share a pony with one of the dwarves,which ended up with you sharing with Thorin's youngest nephew.

It didnt take much for you to lift yourself up on the pony,well actually you just swung your leg up and boom you sat upon it as kili mounts behind you struggling a bit. "damn ,miss y/n those are some long legs." he had smirked from behind ,you felt like he was going to be doing a lot of flirting. "uh yeah ,puberty does that sometimes." you spoke gripping the rains of the pony lightly,as the company began to move.your coat in your new bag on the side of the pony hanging,leaving you in your tunic and pants,kili pushed at against you back,one arm around your waist.

"I would sure love to get lost in them." his grip tightened a little,as fili laughed at his brothers remark,your face screwed up."..uh...how long do dwarves live generally?" you questioned,to anyone in ear range. "around 200-250 years ,lassie." Bofur spoke up behind you ,you hummed in response. "and how old are you kili?" Thorin was listening in on the conversation as the whole company had went silent to hear it too. "77." he was confused at what you were gettingat ,he was a little scared even.

"right so the average human lives for 80 years ,right. So if you was to date or court me ,i'll be dead before you mature." bilbo laughed at you ,with some of the others. "what are you getting at?" he stated his face like pink with embarrassment. "if i was to get with any dwarf ,they would be older."you had smirked thinking of someone in mind,Thorin smiled to himself only Dwalin was able to see,he smirked at him,for Thorin to give him a look which almost told him to drop it. Which he didnt later he would tease him.

Thorin had grew to like you more than a member of his company,in the past couple of weeks ,as did you he was very attractive how could you not. Now you were in Rivendell,in which Elrond had supplied the company with food as he talked to andalf about you.It concluded he had no idea how this could happen and then later they would talk to lady galadriel about it. she didnt have a clue,except galadriel thought there was a reason you were brought to this world and you should carry on with the company.

After that you had been led to your room,which had a bloody bath,oh my you were so glad about. Once you had finish you had wrapped a single towel around your body,going to get dressed ,at this point it was late at night everyone would have been asleep by now.However before you could even dress,your bag was gone,with all your clothes ,and an elf had taken your dirty ones when you had gotten in the bath. You had no clue what to do,you would not go to sleep naked in the elves guest bed,not that they werent clean,youjust never know whos been in there or done what.

You decided the best thing to do was go wondering around until you found someone,just in a towel and your shoes,wet hair sticking to your skin ,making you shiver. Opening the beautiful carved pine door,quietly ,before shutting it behind you walking down the hall. It was more than cold out in the hall,your room had a fire lit by the same elf that took your clothes. In honesty you knew you have to go ask onee of the dwarves if they had a spare tunic or something;but that was an incredibly awkward and emabarrassing.If you went fili he would tell kili and then they would tease you,kili would tell everyone how those legs looked in just his tunic,you didnt want it to happen and you didnt want them laughing at you.

Thorin.

You felt like you could trust him,but you felt like if he saw you like this he would never like you back,and you had developed big feelings for him. Even though you barely spoke,he would check on you regularly not when the others where around,when bathing in the rivers he would stand watch, Apparently just incase you drown ,or the others especially his nephews tried peeking or you got attacked. Some how he would know when you got your period he take your watch ,lay hot stones in your bed ,he even made you tea.Dwalin would grin,knowing his bestfriend deeply cared for the human from another world. Damn Thorin and those thic-

you were so deep in thought you didnt notices a figure walk out thier door as you walked down the hall,causing you crash into them. You had lost grip of the towel ,only for the figure to pull you against them holding the back of the towel up,pulling around your sides. You gasped,scared the figure had seen your breasts,but their actions were so sonic speed they hadnt and you were pressed against their muscular chest. You had looked up to see Thorin ,your eyes had widened,you had taken the sides of the towel wrapping around yourself again ,as Thorin looked away. "I-im so sorry." you had spoken stuttering slightly,looking at the floor,before going to walk away,but Thorin had gripped your arm stopping you. "what are doing out here,y/n,in just a towel." he had asked sternly,he thought you were to no good,if you get me,and he was not impressed.

"uh..well.um I had a bath went to get dressed but my bag was gone,so it turns out they had told me that they were going to gift me stuff..but they  must have used it for my measurements,okay so I dont know.All i do know is I am search of something to wear,Its freezing." you spoke still not sure on your own words,it didnt seem right that the elves would take all your clothes. "stupid bloody elves,just leave you naked to freeze to death.I have some spare clothes if you need them." he hated the elves more that they had taken your belonging ,yet didnt he liked the way your hair fell once wet and the shine on your skin from the now cold water.

You had nodded eagerly ,he hadled you into his room,guiding you to sit down in the chair next to the fire,whilst he got you cllothes.He had came back with only only his dark blue tunic,handing it to you."I'm sorry ,my spare trousers are currents drying since kili decided to jumped on me covering me in mud like a dog." he spoke turning around allowing you to dress quickly infront of the fire,you let out a small giggle. "its fine,you have helped me so much,i would be laughed at if i had ran into anyone else. Doesnt matter what anyone else says you are very nice dude. thank you so much,goodnight." you had hugged him,he stood there a little taken back at your words hugging you back wishing you goodnight as you went back to your room.

He had watched you leave ,he like seeing you in his tunic,which only reached barely your mid thigh. He knew he wouldnt be sleeping soon,he was glad you bumped into him and not anyone else,he already thought you were beautiful from your personality but now you were bodacious.

In the morning your clothes still hadnt turned up,and an elf had knocked informing you for breakfast ,so you had no choice but to try sort your hair and go to breakfast in just a tunic and shoes.You looked like you were really at home and sorta a whore. Not that it was your fault at all. You had walked there crossing your arms looking down ,mulitple gasps were heard as you arrived.You had quickly sat down to the closest open sit which turns out was next to Thorin. "lass where are your clothes?"

"yeah you are practially naked."

"damn those legs bend over for me." kili had smirked saying the second,only to be kicked hard under the table by thorin ,who you sent a smile to him thanking him.

"treat her with some respect,shes not some bloody toy." Thorin had spat angrily at his nephew ,who looked down in embarrassment. "BAHAHAH YOU MUST  BE SO EMBARRASSED." You were tempted to say,pointing at him while laughinghysterically at him,sound like someone? yeah i would show you a picture but he stands to still I cant see him."im sorry ,miss y/n," he spoken sincerely towards you. "itsfine,dont worry about it." you had stated you were embarrassed by the sitution too.

After a few minutes Dwalin decided to break the silence,"lass where are your clothes,seriously?" he asked,he knew that wasnt your shirt.Damn the elves appart from elrond ,and Lindir looked at you in disgust. "uh well,I actually dont know,i got of the bath and then asked couldnt find my bag anywhere." you spoke looking at the fruits that sat infront of you,eating a piece of mellon. "oh miss y/n,i had an extra bag in mine and kili's room,i didnt know where it was from. I'll go get it,it must be yours." and with that fili rushed off to get it fpr you,soon returning passing it to as you place it on the floor. "thank you,fili.2 he had sent you a smile that reminded you deeply of seth rogen ,you couldnt help but picture him as seth rogen if you thought of him,you didnt know why.

And with that everyone was back to eating breakfast;oh what until someone questioned you again. "wait is that uncles tunic?" kili had questioned you ,causing a small blush to apear on your face,you nod going back to eating.Fili and Kili snickered,you looked up glaring at them wanting to know what was so funny. "did you happen to stay with him last night.?" and with that they burst out laughing again ,now with bofur.  "are you still tight about me not wanting you to get lost in my legs?hm" you had spoke annoyed ,causing bilbo to luagh,gandalf smirking at you.kili and fili stopped laughing,kili just blushed again. "nothing did happen,but I would mostly definitly enjoy having him in my legs." and with that you got up ,crouching down to grab your bag before heading to your to your room.

Only for Thorin to run after you,you were about to walk into your room,only to be smashed into the wall,lips pressed roughly against yours,you knew who it was from his beard ,and his strength. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist,as his hands cupped your bare bottom gently,before taking you into your room. In the end you did get a proper apology from kili and life was swell.

that was until,HEAT OF THE MOMENT 'rise and shine y/n' joking joking.

Turns out your purpose in middle earth was to save Thorin and his nephews,

idk what happened it went pretty shit.

[writingfromkitchenator]

Happy Valentine’s Day

A Thorin Fanfic

Words: 3,778

Based (loosely, I changed the lore a little) on an imagine found here from @thefandomimagine

Thorin x OFC

Warnings: Angst, homesickness, hints of depression, kinda culty background? But fluffy/sweet ending, with awkwardness

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!  I figured we could all use a handsome dwarf to keep us company (I certainly wish I had a handsome dwarf for company) so I hope you can all enjoy something different.

Feedback is highly appreciated!

It wasn't hard to tell that something was bothering Leiyana. Her usual bubbly self had started to go quiet, often seeming lost in thought. The dwarves wanted to ask if she was okay, and a couple did, but she would just smile and nod and say she was fine.

None of them were fooled by it.

It was starting to worry a lot of them, hushed conversations being had, but the one it worried most, although he remained quiet on the matter, was Thorin.

Leiyana was a warrior from somewhere far away, she would never elaborate where, but with short rust gold hair and emerald eyes, it was clear to most of them that it was somewhere they had probably never heard of.  She'd been shy at first, only talking to Gandalf, who'd invited along, or keeping to herself, but as they got to know her more, she began to reveal bits and pieces more, laughter bubbling from her lips and sharing a few of her own tales, some they could hardly believe.

It had been a nice change around camp, even Thorin relaxing, the others surprised when she got a laugh even out of him.

Which was why the change felt so drastic as she went back to being so quiet.

“Surely there's a way we can cheer her up?”  Fili asked quietly to a small group of them one night.  “It hurts seeing her like this.”

“Sometime these things just have to pass on their own laddie,” Balin said with a sad smile.  “We don't know what she's come from, it could just be having an affect on her, that's all.”

“But wouldn't it be better to talk about it?” Fili asked.

“It's not that simple,” Gloin said.  “Sometimes talking just hurts more, depending on how personal it is.”

“What do you think Uncle?” Kili turned to Thorin, but Thorin hadn't been listening to a word that any of them said, his gaze on Leiyana on the side of camp.

Her arms were wrapped around her legs, head resting on her knees as she stared blankly into the fire, lost deep in thought, an odd sadness to her gaze that they weren't used to seeing.

Balin, Gloin, Fili and Kili look back at Thorin.  “Uncle?”

Thorin blinks and looks around at them with a slight frown. “What?”

“What are we going to do about Leiyana?”

“Nothing,” He said after a moment.  “If she wishes to talk, then she will, until then, we treat her no differently to normal.”

It worked for a little while, her mood improving as she was laughing again, but there was no escaping the sadness that still sat around her, a weight on her shoulders that just didn't want to lift.

The others were also keeping a closer eye on Thorin now too, it having quickly been spread about how he looked at her and they all started noticing small things.

He would bring her dinner when they made camp at night.

He would be quick to interrupt someone if he didn't like where their questions were going.

He would join her on watch.

It was both amusing and worrying for the company, they all knew that now was not really the time for such things, but they also knew that this was something Thorin needed.

“Thorin?”  He looked up from his spot on the edge of camp and met Leiyana's gaze, the two of them on watch for the night.  He usually let her be, unworried if she fell asleep or not.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly.

She nods, breaking her gaze away, the shyness returning a little. “Yeah, I just wanted to thank you.”

“What for?”

“For being so patient with me,” She glanced at him and then away again.  “I…I know I haven't been in the best of company lately.”

Thorin's gaze is gentle on her, giving a soft smile.  “You don't have to thank me Leiyana, everyone must do things in their own time.  You are good company, no matter what state you're in.”

Leiyana smiled at this, a little nervous, but she nods. “Welll…thank you.  It means a lot to me.”

Thorin watches as she hesitates for a moment before looking back at him.  “Um…can I join you?”

He nods, moving slightly as she sits, both of them sitting in silence for a moment.

“This time of year is usually a time of celebration for my people,” She said quietly.  “I guess…I've been a bit home sick.”

The sadness in her voice struck Thorin to his core and he found himself turn towards her a little more.  “That is understandable, it is always hard being away from home.  How long has it been?”

“A while,” She wraps her arms around her legs and rests her chin on her knees again.  “I…I don't really remember to be honest, I lost track for while, I just know…”

Leiyana turned her face away from him and Thorin realised that her eyes had been welling up with tears.

“I'm sorry,” She mumbled, a small shiver going through her. “It's…hard to talk about.”

Thorin didn't know what to really say to that, knowing the ache of being away from home well, one he thought he'd never be returning to, so he did the only thing he could think of in that moment, slipping his coat free and resting it over her shoulders gently.

Leiyana tensed for a moment before slowly looking at him, her eyes seeming half scared before she relaxes and offers him a small, tired smile, one he returns.

“You don't have to talk if you don't want to.” He said.  “We can just sit here quietly.”

She nods, pulling his coat a little closer around her shoulders and the two sat in silence, none of the company any wiser to this small interaction.

Again, Leiyana's mood improved for a while, even in the chaos of trolls and wargs and Rivendell, showing her skills with her blades should not be taken lightly.

In the safety of Rivendell, she spent some time alone and they left her to it, knowing better, especially when Gandalf or one of the elves seemed to interrupt them when one barely even mentioned looking for her.

Thorin was starting to grow worried again, he hadn't been able to do much before hand, but now being unable to do anything was slowly agitating him. He wanted to see her, just to put his mind at ease.

So he managed to sneak away, the rest of the company causing enough of a ruckus that no one notice him go.

He found Leiyana deep in conversation with Gandalf.

“You did not have to come Leiyana.”  Gandalf said softly, watching her as she hugs herself, the two of then hidden away in the gardens.  “You could have gone home.”

“And gone back to what Gandalf?” She asked sadly. “To a people that don't want me?  To a home where I'm not welcome to?  There is nothing there for me.”

Thorin's throat constricted at the pain in her voice, wanting to go to her but also wanting to listen, to know more, conflicted on what he should do.

“I'm sure there are some that miss you,” Gandalf said.  “I'm sure that not all would agree with what happened.”

Leiyana let's out a snort.  “Tradition dictates they must, no matter how they feel.” She looks at Gandalf. “I'm too old now Gandalf, I've seen many come and go but none for me.  That dictates that my life must be on the road.”

“But you miss home.”

“I miss the culture.” She said quietly.  “I miss our celebrations and our gods, but no more. The people rejected me as I have now rejected them.”

Gandalf watches her closely, her back turning to him again. “This is a time of worship for you, isn't it?”

Leiyana sighs.  “Among other things.”

He thinks for a moment.  “It is also close to the anniversary of when you were banished.”

Her shoulder's slump slightly.  “We go from new beginnings to love.  If one cannot do so by a certain age, then they are banished.”

“If I'm not mistaken,” Gandalf said gently, approaching her and gently resting his hands on her shoulders.  “That is a lot to ask of a dying peoples, even from a god.”

“I know,” Leiyana agreed.  “But try telling that to them.  When nothing ever happened, no matter how I wished it in new beginnings, then I would worship in my own way.  I would love my family harder, do everything for them, go out of my way to help friends in need, but it was never considered enough. By anyone.”

From where he is, Thorin can see the sadness in Gandalf's expression, the shake in Leiyana's shoulders and he has to force himself to back away as silently as possibly, not trusting his own reaction as his eyes begin to sting.

“There's a river, not far from the path that we're about to follow,” He heard Gandalf say as he retreated.  “After about a days journey from here, turn east.  It should be sufficient for you.”

Thorin forced it to the back of his mind, wiping his eyes, not wanting to know what it meant but knowing that he would already follow her.

The company was happy when Leiyana rejoined them, although  there was little chance to discuss as they snuck their way out of Rivendell, quickly getting lost in the winding paths out of the valley.  Thorin kept an eye on her, but for all he knew, she looked happier, more at peace, glad to be back amongst the ranks of the company.

As the afternoon crept in, the walking got a little harded, so by the time call for camp came, there were many grateful grumbles.

Helping with camp, no one noticed something was amiss as the sun started to set low.

“Where's Leiyana?” Kili suddenly asked, causing a half panicked look around.

Thorin sighed, annoyed at himself that he hadn't noticed.  “Stay here in case she comes back.” There was a round of arguing.  “No, I will go look, stay here.”

They all watched as Thorin disappeared, a few sharing looks with each other, before anxiously obeying the order to stay.

Heading east, Thorin had a feeling it wouldn't be hard to find her and it wasn't long before the sound of running water reached him, followed by the sight of a small glow of a fire through the trees.

He hesitated for a moment, catching sight of Leiyana seated by the fire, clearly working on something in her lap.

“It's okay Thorin,” Her voice called to him as she smiled back. “You can come out.”

Stepping forward a little sheepishly, Thorin tilted his head a little.  “How did you know it was me?”

Leiyana gave a small hum.  “Dwarves aren't exactly naturally quiet; the rest was just a natural assumption.”

He moves closer, seeing a small pile of purple flowers on her lap, ones she was carefully weaving into a circle.  “What are you doing out here?”

Her smile is a little sad.  “Paying my dues to one of my gods.  We offer her something that we've made ourselves, placing it in a body of water. I haven't had much time to make something on the road, but there's something peaceful about doing something so simple.”

Thorin carefully sits next to her, nit wanting to disturb the peaceful look in her expression as she weaves the flowers together with practiced ease. “I'm sorry you can't be with your people.”

Her smile is a little sad as she glances at him.  “Thank you.  I still like to think that I'm being watched over though.”

“What does your god stand for?” He asked, not wanting to pry but being very curious.

“Valentine?” Leiyana pauses for a moment.  “We worship her as a goddess of love, one that brings joy and happiness for many years to those we connect to, friends and families alike, at this point every year, we make our offerings to continue that process and hope that no ill will befalls us.”

Thorin thought back over what he’d heard that night in Rivendell. “But there’s an age bracket, isn’t there?”

She laughs softly, finishing the wreath and resting it in her lap, fingers brushing gently through the flowers.  “We throw a festival every year in her honour, and during that festival, everyone has their own place.  The elders who’ve been together for a long time, the ones in the middle who have children, the young new couples hoping for prosperity and growth, then those that haven’t one to call their own yet.  Each celebrates in their own way, but those that were alone were always expected of more than the others.  For those that are older, each year grows just that little bit more desperate, we all know that once that age hits, our people will banish us, and then that will be it, there will be nothing for us out in the world apart from what we make it.”

“No offense Leiyana,” Thorin said quietly.  “That does not sound like a healthy custom.”

Leiyana nods.  “No, it doesn’t, does it?  At the time, I never knew any better, it was just the way things were, and out on the road, for a long time, I spent questioning why a god of love would allow such a thing, to cast her people out.  It was only once I met some others on the road, got to know their customs and lives, that I realized it wasn’t the god that was the problem, it was the people and those that worshipped her.  It was heart breaking to realise it, but it was the truth no less.”  She sighs.  “It solidified a lot of things for me though, I’d always seen Valentine both as a god of love, but also a warrior, one who would fight and die for those she cared about, it was for her that I took up the sword in the first place, the only one of my people to do so, and it was mocked for a long time, but I couldn’t see a reason why love, in all it’s form, wouldn’t be worth dying for.”

Thorin watches as she stands, carrying the wreath carefully before crouching at the rivers edge and saying a few words he couldn’t understand, then, she lowers it to the water and watches at it carries it down stream, watching that direction for a long time even as it disappeared from sight.

Something still bothered him.  “So why have been so sad?  If you realized all this and now worship on your own path and terms, then why does it bother you so?”

Leiyana doesn’t move from the waters edge, still watching the water. “It is memory Thorin, the memory of what was once there and what could have been.  It is also terribly lonely to walk this path alone, when your people put so much on being in a loving, caring pair, it is a hard thing to face that you have none.”  She glances back at him, tears shining in her eyes.  “I also still pity those that are trapped in that cycle, not knowing the freedom that lies just beyond the walls should they be brave enough just to take it.”

Thorin remains silent for a long moment, just watching as her gaze returns to the water, the two of them alone in their small circle of light, night having since long fallen, the night quiet.  He looks over at the small pile of flowers that still remained and a thought occurred to him.

“You are probably wondering,” Leiyana started before he could ask.  “What our customs are for courting?”  He nods slightly.  “Well, seeing as I asked yours not too long ago, it would be only fair.”

“Why did you ask?”  He said before he could stop himself.

She smiles back at him.  “General curiosity.  The more I learn of other cultures, the more my views of the world change, it’s part of the reason I agreed to come on this quest.”

Coming back over, Leiyana carefully sits back on the grass next to him, picking a flower off of the ground and turning it in her fingers. “The time during the festival is the only time that we’re allowed to officially court, although there is nothing stopping the process long before, then just making it official at the festival, again, just another thing that was all about control.”  She sighs and shakes her head.  “Anyway, as night settles in, everyone surrounded by flowers of their choosing, it’s expected that you seek out your one, moving amongst each other until you feel that right moment.  Once a pair is matched and have agreed to court, then you braid each others flowers into your hair, officially making a union as one heart belonging to the other.  The flowers then remain in your hair until they die, becoming an official declaration that your love is forever, to be bound until death.  Should they be removed before then, then it’s clear that the love was not true enough.”

Thorin watched her, watched the flower spin in her fingers, waiting for her to continue.

“I was never drawn enough to share my flowers with,” She said softly, a little shyly.  “And they likewise to me.  A part of me I guess live in fear of making the wrong choice, no matter how destined it seemed to be. I eventually learned to just live the fact and it wasn't until I learnt to survive in my own that-"

“You realised it could exist outside your walls.” Thorin finished softly, earning a green eyed stare.  “That not everything had to be what you were told it was.”

She gives a small, nervous laugh, looking down at the flower in her fingers.  “Yeah, something like that.”

Thorin watched her for a moment before finally deciding to take a chance, reaching forward and resting his hand over hers.  Leiyana's gaze comes up slowly to meet his and there is a slightly awkward moment as neither is sure what to say.

Thorin clears throat slowly.  “Leiyana, I…” He looks away before back again, his gaze soft on her. “Leiyanna, may I braid flowers in your hair?”

She licks her lips through a nervous smile.  “Thorin, I know what that means for your people, I don't want you to be uncomfortable for my sake.”

“I want to,” He said quietly, reaching up and cupping her cheek in his hand, making her sigh and lean into him.  “I would be lying if I didn't say you have a place in my heart. It has been drawing me to you more and more as the weeks have passed, so much so that I've been unsure of what I feel, but after feeling your emotions as clear as my own, I knew.  You are my one Leiyana.”

Her eyes welled up and she closed them for a moment, pressing her hand up against his and she draws in a shaky deep breath.  “I think you're my one too Thorin, I…I've been so scared to admit it, I've been so scared of what it meant and it played on my mind so much, after everything and I-"

He stops her with a gentle kiss to her lips, making her eyes open in surprise as he smiles as her, his own eyes shining.  “It's okay Leiyana, it's all okay.”

Leiyana throws her arms around him and for a long moment, the two of them just sat there, holding each other, tears being shed but neither caring.

Once they'd settled, Thorin got her to sit next to him and with practised fingers, he began to braid in the remaining flowers into her hair, sitting in a half crown, one of own beads added in carefully, keeping it all together.

The fire was starting to get low when he finished, only having one flower left over, the one still her hand.  “I think we should be heading back, then others will start to worry.”

He helps her to her feet, Leiyana smiling at him widely, giggling a little.  As he smiles in return, he pauses as she brushes up into his hair and with a careful but quick movement, the single flower was weaved in.

“It's not quiet tradition,” She said softly.  “But I think it's perfect as it is.”

“It is,” he agreed, his hand brushing her cheek, admiring his work in her hair.  “And you are stunning.”

They stood closer together, heat creeping into her cheeks as Thorin's gaze drifts to her lips.  “Thorin…I…”

His other hand came up, his thumb brushing along her lip before he meets her look with a question.

Taking a deep breath, she nods and Thorin leans in and presses his lips gently to hers.

Eyes drifting shut, the kiss is soft at first, learning the feel of the other, the way that each of them moved, but eventually the uncertainty faded and the kiss deepened as they hold each other close, neither wanting to be the first to pull away.

It was only because they were interrupted that they did.

Fili crashed through the bush, whatever he was going to say catching in his tongue as the two of them broke away, Leiyana ducking behind Thorin with a small squeak.

Fili stammered over his words, turning bright red.

Thorin looks a little sheepish, but sighs.  “We're coming back now Fili.”

Fili's mouth closes with an audible click before he nods furiously and takes off back the way he came, making Thorin chuckle lightly, unable to help himself, shaking his head, even as he feels Leiyana rest against his back.

“That was awkward,” She mutters against him.  “Did they not trust you to find me?”

“They did,” Thorin turned, smiling at her still embarrassed look, even though she was giving a small smile too.  “But they can be obstinately curious for their own good.  He will never live that down, that's for sure.”

This makes her smile a little more, even as Thorin takes her hand and kisses. “Come on, we best head back before any more decide to rock up.”

Leiyana nods, entwining their fingers as they walk back towards the main camp, the loud voices of the others already reaching them.

Thorin gives her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.  “Leiyana?”

She meets his gaze, still smiling, the air of sadness finally mostly gone.

He can't help but kiss her forehead softly, still admiring the flowers in her hair as he smiles.  “Happy Valentine's day.”

[jacobseedz]

Wrong - Thranduil x reader

requested by; @lucacangettathisass (sorry, luv, for making you wait for so long, but as i told you tumblr ruined everything ;_; hope you like it, i tried my best! *insert smiling face emoji*) 

summary; you’re quite younger than Thranduil, many say you only use him for his money, power and throne. 

sindarin in italics -> translated at the bottom

You were a quite young elleth, but mature in every other way. Your family was not royal, known or rich. Many people, elves, dwarves and other creatures only knew you from your work. Like making new robes, sewing, painting or even teaching elflings. 

 Once you were working on a new robe for Lord Elrond, when King Thranduil came into your chambers in Rivendell, saying he needed a new robe. It was the most awkward moment in your life, but definitely worth it as after some months of talking, drinking wine, you from friends became something much more. Of course your love blossomed so you decided to move into Mirkwood, staying within his Kingdom. It was an adventure to say the least. You, the lover of the King, nobody knew you, they give you questioning glances, but made way for their King nonetheless. You haven't stopped working, at times even helping Thranduils people. They all appreciated the extra help, and many grew fond of you. 

 On a special night, your anniversary, you asked to see his whole face.

 "No, Meleth, I do not want you to hate me." he said calmly, but his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. 

 The only thing he was afraid of after his wife's death is your leave. You'd have nightmares, you'd look at him like he was a disgusting orc. However, you loved him too much, so you whispered sweet nothings into his pointed ear, assuring him you wouldn't ever leave him. It was quite strange to see two tears drop into his knees, but he showed you what the dragon did. 

After he turned your way he gasped, not understanding why you were still there, with him. You just smiled and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

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Today was no other day like before. It was the meeting of the Kings. Thranduil was to arrive in Dale to discuss important stuff. The dwarf King, Thorin Oakenshield, survived the battle, giving Azog a brutal death. He took over the Lonely Mountain, many dwarves came back from far lands to their rightful home.

All three kings came to an agreement, that didn't mean they liked each other, but they did sometimes give each other good advice. Like a King to another King. Simple as that.

Thorin once saw you with Thranduil and instantly fell in love. He envied the Elven King for stealing your heart, though that haven't stopped him from trying to get you. 

"Thranduil, you must be careful, that she elf of yours must not be trusted." thorin warned, lowering his gaze to the other King that stilled.

"And do tell me, why is that?" he asked, walking again.

Thorin let out a quiet growl, not liking what he was about to say next.

"It's in her eyes, your throne, your power, your money. As you told me once, she came from a poor family, what do you expect then?" he breathed out, trying to sound genuine. 

Thranduil's brows furrowed, not knowing if he's lying or telling the truth. But why would he lie? Thranduil knew Thorin longer than you and every advice given to him was true, so maybe he is right... 

"Where is Bard, I don't have all day." he changed the subject, quite uncomfortable. 

The dwarf King knew he struck a spot, the Elf is considering his words. Oh how wonderful, Y/N will finally be his, that's all Thorin wanted. 

When Bard arrived, everything went back to normal. Thranduil traveled back to Mirkwood, where Legolas, his only son awaited him.

"Mae g'ovannen, Adar. I am glad to see you." Legolas smiled. 

Their father - son bond was renewed. Occasionally they trained together, went riding or got rid of the nasty creatures living in the woods. They both were happy, well, Legolas only disliked you, he'd like you to leave them alone. Only his mother was meant to be with Thranduil and no one else. 

So the only thing he could think of was lying about you, one would've thought Thorin agreed with Legolas on this, though they both hadn't planned destroying Thranduils relationship. The Prince bribed his fathers most trusted adviser and member of the council, to make the King banish Y/N from Mirkwood, forever. 

"Ah, Ionneg, how did your training go?" he asked casually, nodding to his people. 

"Very well, but there is one matter I would like to talk over." Legolas said, his cheerful tone changing to a cold one.

The Elven King had enough of talking, but seeing his son's gaze it must've been something serious. He eventually led Legolas to his chambers. 

Taking a deep breath, he started, "... you know, we all worry about you and want what's best. On the other hand we cannot do that with Y/N by your side," that got Thranduils attention, Legolas tried to contain his smirk.

"Landion saw her sitting on your throne, laughing ominously , like a witch that just seduced her victim. Y/N was talking about you, about taking your throne and kingdom. Ada, you can't let her." he pleaded, obviously that made Thranduil believe him.

His golden hair flew in the air, as he turned around. His icy blue eyes, piercing Legolas'. The Elf couldn't possibly think of you doing such thing. He saw the love, adoration in your eyes. Thranduil's hands trembled, his breathing hard. Closing his eyes he breathed out a 'ego', Legolas leaving right after. He was so lost.

Help me Valar...  

                                                ****************

Later that day you came to your shared chambers, finished with today's work you were ready to relax. Walking in the dark room the only light came from the balcony and fire. Although you heard Thranduil you didn't say anything, thinking he was asleep.

"Y/N." said a raspy voice.

Thranduil sat on the love seat, near the fireplace. He held a glass of Dorwinion wine, right from Rivendell. Elves couldn't easily get intoxicated, especially Thranduil, as if he was alcohol-proof.

Taking a step forward, you replied, "Yes, my love?". Putting a hand on his shoulder you felt him tense up. For the first time in your relationship, your touch hadn't soothed him, quite the opposite.

He scoffed, ".. My love, tell me what were you doing in MY throne room?" he emphasized 'my'. 

Confused and tired, that was all you felt.

"Thranduil, I have been at work all day, what are you talking about?" he scoffed yet again, not pushing your hand off of him. He just rejected you and you don't know how to feel about that.

"Stop acting dumb. Legolas told me about your little scene. I'm not that thick as you thought. Get out of here, you witch." he spat, throwing the glass of wine onto the wall.

You shrieked, frightened of his odd behavior. The glass shattered, wine spilled on the perfect Elf-designed floor. Thranduil stood, towering over you. His icy glare did not soften, even watching your tears stained face. It only made more furious. 

"EGO MILBO ORCH!" that struck a nerve.

Your hand made contact with his cheek, the sound echoing in the room. It was quiet for a moment, before he said, "Get out of my Kingdom and never come back, witch." 

With that you left, tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision. Taking nothing you ran as fast as you could, just to be behind those gates, in the fate of the evil creatures guarding the woods.

The trip to Rivendell took you at least four days, fortunately you were a skilled hunter, so with a pained expression you ate a small bunny, fox or bird. On your way out of Mirkwood you haven't crossed roads with those nasty, six legged demons, you doubted you'd survive.

Lord Elrond was your regular customer, only letting you make his robes. Hearing the sad news from you, broke his heart. Not only did he give you food, but a place to live. Oh, how grateful you were, nearly squishing him in the tight embrace.

"My dear child, do not fear, for you love shall win over the dark. It just takes time to realize that." he said softly, rubbing your back as you sobbed.

"Th..thank you, Lord Elrond, for all of this." you rubbed your eyes, giving a weak smile.

Moving away from you, he whispered something you could not hear. All day you snuggled under the covers, trying to forget Thranduil and what he said, although your heart was still beating for him and always will.

A knock woke you up, yawning you stretched. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to face none other than Thorin Oakenshield himself. That was confusing, what was the Dwarf-King doing at your door...

"Good evening, my lady. I hope I do not impose?" he quirked his brow, a small blush on his cheeks though the massive beard made it nearly impossible to see. 

"Your highness, of course not, but what brings you to my chambers?"

He chuckled, embarrassed. "It is a fine evening, how about a walk, if you don't mind?" Thorin avoided your gaze. Sighting you tangled your arms together and wandered off.

Walking along the forest, a small lake found its way into your view. Awing, you let go of Thorin. The lake perfectly reflected the whole moon tonight. It was breathtaking.

 "Y/N, I wanted to tell you something for a while..." Thorin said, playing with his fingers from all the nerves. 

Not turning your attention, he continued, "The first time I saw you, i thought 'what an angel, i want her,' but I've never got the chance to talk with you, as you'd stay by Thranduils side-"

 "First of all, King Thorin," she spat, narrowing her eyes, now looking at him. "I am not some object you can possess, I also have feelings, but unfortunately I do not reciprocate yours. My love for Thranduil is strong and everlasting. You are not the first and last to hear this." you huffed, running back to your chambers, leaving a crushed Thorin.

                                                 ********************

Thranduil paced back and forth, Legolas told him everything after seeing his father heartbroken for some time. He didn't want that for him, it was selfish of him. The adviser that was paid to insult Y/N was no longer wanted in Mirkwood.

The Elven King was red from the anger, however he felt sorry for Legolas, understanding him in a way. And oh how bad he feels for his outburst, for saying the worst thing to you. It broke his heart into million pieces. 

Now, riding on his giant Elk, with five guards  galloping on their mares beside him, they were headed to Rivendell, for their future Queen and Thraduils love. 

You were siting on a branch of the largest tree in Rivendell, though at first it was difficult now you felt more confident. Observing the world from atop, you saw something moving, when it got closer you saw who that was. 

Groaning you still watched, of course Thranduil wants to insult you again, but you doubt he'd make an effort to travel from Mirkwood to Rivendell just for you. That was ridiculous. 

The King disappeared from your view, your heart was hammering, you missed him so much it hurt. Then again he popped up, now nearing the tree you were on. 

Dismounting the giant Elk, he looked up at you, with a frown. 

“Meleth nin, please, come down!” he shouted, worried of you falling. 

When he heard nothing, but still seeing you sitting there, watching his every move with those big, beautiful eyes, he tried again. 

“Y/N, I’m terribly sorry! Gi melin, my stars, my moon, my whole world!” 

“Nin gwerianneg.” you responded, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You saw him holding his own tears. 

Choosing to climb down you slowly and carefully pick each step. At last, your bare feet touched the wet grass. You felt Thranduils arms around you, holding tightly and never letting go.

“Forgive me, Y/N. I listened others and not my heart, but now that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, travel with you to Valinor. I want you to be my Queen.” he finished, breathing in the scent of your hair. He let himself cry, even in the presence of his guards. 

“I love you too, Thranduil, so so much. Never doubt it.”

He smiled, “I will never.”

You became the Queen of Mirkwood, and a friend to Legolas. He wasn't jealous anymore, more happy for his fathers joy. The people adored you too. 

A year later a new elfling came to the world, that day did not go without a celebration. 

_________

Ionneg - son 

Ego - go

Gi melin - i love you

Nin gwerianneg - you betrayed me

Ego milbo orch - go kiss an orc

Mae g'ovannen, Adar - well met (basically ‘hello’), father

Meleth - love (as in ‘my love, darling’ etc)

Ada - dad, daddy (yikes the daddy word is nasty now)

OMG i hope its okay??

[decadentenemyturtle]

The Great Unknown

Part 10

Summary: As if it wasn’t bad enough to fall in a random hole in a road and find yourself in Middle Earth, travelling with Thorin Oakenshield and his company, but also get turned into a dog by Gandalf. And when the wizard doesn’t even know how it happened or how to turn you back, you could only hope that this was just a bad dream. But is it?

Pairing: Thorin’s Company x Reader

Words: 2120

All parts of The Great Unknown

The night was going to be long. The company had been walking few hours before stopping and making a camp for the rest of the night. Dwalin took a first watch and you were forced to take the watch with him. You were utterly tired, but you had had no other choice. And after Dwalin finally woke Gloin for his watch, you fell to a deep sleep, only to note that you'd got only few hours of sleep before Bombur came to wake you for the breakfast. You ate without listening what the others were talking about. You just kept wondering, why Thorin didn't let the company rest a little longer.

After breakfast you continued your journey. Your legs carried you forward tiredly, yet you didn't complain. Thorin had said that you'd stop to make camp earlier than normally, if there wouldn't come any dangers before that.

"No, Thorin, there won't be any danger until we are climbing that blody mountain. First those rock-dudes and then the goblins. Bilbo gets separated from us and finds the ring. Then the orcs join the party when we'll get out from there and you'll almost get killed, because you're a stupid king with big ass ego you could shove up your butt" you murmur. Few dwarf just glances down at you, not knowing what you were murmuring about. And you were tankful that the dwarves didn't understand you, maybe for the first time. You didn't feel like explaining the story to them, and maybe it was good that they didn't know about your knowledge of their future. They didn't need to know about the upcoming events. There were some things that needed to happen, no matter how much it hurt you. The only ones that knew were the ponies, who were neither dead or left to Rivendell, and that one random eagle you had met.

"It must be lonely for lass to not have anyone to talk to anymore" you hear Bofur say somewhere behind you. You wanted to turn to look at him and nod, but that little voice inside your head told you to not to.

"Aye, thought she still has us" Kili says. You wanted to roll your eyes. Yes, you weren't alone, but you couldn't talk to them like you could talk to the ponies. And Dori points this out to Kili. It was different to have a conversation with someone than just listen them to talk to you and not be able to answer.

You still couldn't believe that they were acting nice towards you. You had come to realize that it had nothing to do with magic around Rivendell, as silly as it may sound, and it might be impossible for thirteen dwarf to hit their head in one evening and just... change to be nicer. So you thought that someone had said something.

Maybe Elrond or Gandalf had pointed out to Thorin that the company was being rude and had threatened Thorin that you'd be left behind if there wouldn't be a change. And he had commanded the company to be nice to you. That sounded reasonable to you, yet you didn't understand why Thorin wanted to keep you with them. Because you could help them to get more meat? Thought, why would Elrond care about how the company treated you. Well, whatever the reason was, you were still here travelling with them.

While you were travelling, the company didn't talk to you as much as they had in Rivendell, and in all honesty, you didn't mind. It almost felt comfortable to alone with your own thoughts. And you almost expected everything go back to normal, in time. None of the dwarves liked you and for Bilbo, well... You weren't sure if Bilbo liked you or not.

After a long day Thorin finally called for a stop and the company started to make a camp. Gloin went to look for firewood and you decided to accompany him. Dwalin had been murmuring something about going to hunt and you just didn't have any energy left to hunt. And since you couldn't say this to others, you just went with Gloin. And he seemed to be rather happy when you followed him.

You couldn't carry much, but you found few sticks from the ground. Gloin didn't seem to mind when he carried the firewood by himself to the camp. You felt a little bad about it and so you were carrying a stick in your mouth. Gloin smiled to this, and so did others when they saw you. Dwalin was there, which meant that he hadn't gone to hunt. Or then he had seen you go after Gloin and had been waiting for you.

"He would have been fine by himself, ya know" Balin murmured, when you set yourself down next to him. You huff and close your eyes. Of course he would have been.

"And ye look like ye need some rest" you hear Dwalin say. You open your eyes and see him standing on your other side. "Rest, we'll go huntin' tomorrow" he ads and sits down, starting to ruffle your fur. You close your eyes again, rather relieved that you didn't need to go to hunt with him. And by the fact how happily Bombur was humming, you knew there was enough meat for next few meals. You didn't realize that you fell asleep. You were woken up when food was ready. You were half asleep when you ate that next time when you woke up next morning, you didn't even remember eating your supper.

You continued your journey to Erebor. It took from the company a week before they reached the Misty Mountain's and started to head up. The rocky path you took was starting to get thinner and thinner and when you were high enough that falling down would kill you, you started to have problems with walking on it. Help didn't come from the dwarves or Bilbo, and the ones behind you started to grumble when you were slowing them down. And as you had thought, in a week they almost returned to the "We hate this lass" mood. They were grumpy, almost cold towards you. Balin and Kili were still talking to you, Fili sometimes and Dwalin only when you two were hunting. The only difference was that they didn't push you away and if the dwarves were mean towards you, you showed them that you were ready to defend yourself.

When the rain started day after you had taken the mountain road, the dwarves started openly and loudly comment how you were slowing them down. No one said anything to them to make them stop, but neither did they help you to walk on the road or didn't carry you. When Nori finally got tired of your slow going he gave you a little push with his foot, causing you to slip on wet rock and you almost fell. Someone shouted behind him, telling him to not to kill you, but that wasn't what scared Nori or made him shut for the rest of the time before shelter.

After you steadied yourself, your heart beating like it had it's own drum solo in one of Metallica's songs, you turned to Nori, your tooth's fully showing and you growled to him, which seemed to come all the way from your chest and you literally seemed like you were going to maul him right there. Nori, looking like he would shit himself, took a step back and shook his head a little.

"Please, lass, I'm.." he started, but you growled again.

"What, you're sorry?" you growled. The company who had tried to walk slowly in front of you, had noted that you had stayed behind. They all stared at Nori, all knowing that he had done something and had finally pissed you of. When you started to walk again, catching the others, their eyes were on you. You still looked like you'd rip their leg off if they'd even touch you. After you continued your slow walking, none of the dwarves commented your slow walking. Nori even kept some distance to you, fearing that you would hurt him or worst, kill him. And while it was tempting, you knew that you didn't kill innocents if you weren't going to eat them. And Nori wasn't on your menu, yet.

An hour after the Nori-incident the rock giant's started to fight. And finally someone had brain's to keep you steady and stop you from dropping to your dead. And that was Bifur. You winched a little how tightly he held your fur on your neck. After about half of the company got their unsafe rollercoaster like ride, and after they all survived it, even Bilbo, Thorin finally decided that you'd stop in the near by cave. You were relieved when you stopped there. The ring was so near.

When you set down to rest in the cave, Thorin was not only glaring holes to Bilbo, but to you too. Anger rose in you and you glared him back, showing your tooth's to him. This was like back in the cliff when you had turned to a dog. Only now Thorin didn't answer to you anger with anger. His face went to a frown and then sad. You didn't turn away. You hid your tooth's, but kept glaring at him, and then Thorin gave up and turned to stare somewhere else like an alpha who just lost his position to another. You kept glaring at him few more seconds, before you set your head between your paws.

Then you noted, how Kili, who was sleeping next to you, looked at you, a little fear in his eyes. You started to wonder, if he was afraid of you. The more you thought of it, the more you started to feel quilt. You didn't want him to be afraid around you. When you turned to look at him and realized that he was still awake, you sighed. Kili had been one of the few who seemed to like you. You closed your eyes and then you stood up and headed to the exit, where Bofur was having his watch. He addressed you, but didn't say anything. You could be leaving for all he knew. You set down next to the rocky wall, looking out to the rain.

You weren't sure how long you had been awake, laying there staring to the rain. You awoke from some sort of haze when you heard Bofur's voice. You turned to see Bilbo standing next to you, looking at Bofur and sighing. Then you were about to turn away but your eyes locked with Thorin, who was looking at you three. When Bilbo says, almost heartlessly, that dwarves do not belong anywhere, you and Thorin turn your gaze away.

"We'll neither do I, master hobbit" you say and lay your head back down. There is silence few seconds before Bofur suddenly points at Bilbo's swords and questions, what the blue light is. Goblin's had finally realized that they had "visitors" sleeping right on top of their door. When the floor starts to shatter under the company, Thorin panic's and tries to wake the company, a little too late. You all fall and fall until you drop to a well lighted cave. You had dropped on top of the company, thanking your luck. Soon you were shoved off them when the goblins came. Bilbo hid himself and you did the same, and if any of the goblins saw you, they didn't care enough to take you with them.

After the company disappeared with the goblins, Bilbo turns to you and lets out a sigh. He seemed to be happy that you were with him. He scratches your head and when you both finally turn to follow the company and the goblins, a lonely goblin attacks to Bilbo, causing to both of them to drop down from the bridge. Panicking a little you ran to the edge and gaze down, not seeing them anymore. You knew he should be fine, but what if he got hurt. Or what if Gollum hurt him, or if he didn't even find the ring? You wondered, if you should follow him. But what if you'd get hurt?

Then you turn your gaze to where the company had been taken. You could follow them, you could still catch the dwarves scent. But Gandalf should be there sooner or later, saving them. If he would even come. Your heart was pounding and you had hard time to decide, would you follow Bilbo and leave the company on their own, or follow the dwarves and leave Bilbo on his own.

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Winter Moon (Fili x Human!Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! Finally a request! Sorry for the time it took me ^^’ 

Request:  “ She is human, from our world. The company has taken refuge in Beorn's house and Gandalf advise everyone to get some rest. Middle of the night Fili awakes and notices that his beloved isn't sleeping next to him. He gets up to find her when he hears a rustle on the top of the roof. She is stargazing and is wondering how different the starry sky looks like compared to the night sky back in her world. Fili is admiring her appearance in the moonlight and memories of their first meeting in the Shire, the nightly sparring lessons when everyone was sleeping and their tender night in Rivendell when he finally asked for her permission to court her. He approaches her and sits behind her and asks her to sing something. She sings erutan - winter moon. Very tender, loving moment between lovers.” Requested by @deepestfirefun

Fandom: The Hobbit 

Pairing: Fili x Reader 

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Winter Moon (Fili x Human!Reader)

  “What is that?” Ori asked in fright as the company was trying to catch their breaths.

“That...is our host.” Gandalf answered, the dwarves, Bilbo and yourself turned to Gandalf in bewilderment. You couldn’t believe that the giant, dangerous bear outside the thick wooden door the dwarves had so much pain trying to close, was actually your host.

“His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer.” Gandalf informed the company, receiving a questioning look from you.

“A skin-changer?” You asked as you approached the old wizard and you chuckled as you saw Oin check his hearing trumpet to make sure he has heard Gandalf correctly.

“Sometimes he’s a huge black bear; sometimes he’s a great strong man.” Gandalf explained, smiling down at you. “The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not over fond of dwarves.” At the wizard’s words, the dwarves looked at each other in dismay and you felt Fili’s warm hand wrap around your waist. You smiled at the young dwarf who instinctually brought you closer to his chest and wrapped you protectively in his arms.

“I’m fine, Fili. Don’t worry, Beorn won’t hurt us.” You murmured in his ear, trying to comfort him but Fili shook his head in disagreement and kept you close. Ori peaked out a crack in the door, being extremely curious and afraid at the same time.

“He’s leaving!” The youngest dwarf exclaimed but Dori pulled him away from the door.

“Come away from there! It’s not natural, none of it. It’s obvious: he’s under some dark spell.” Dori said catching Gandalf’s attention.

“Don’t be a fool; he’s under no enchantment but his own.” He scolded. “Alright now, get some sleep, all of you. You’ll be safe here tonight.” The wizard said before turning around as the dwarves started spreading out through the house. However, you heard Gandalf whisper one last thing quietly to himself; “I hope.”

Your eyes followed the grey wizard, lost in your own mind but Fili’s hand grabbing yours pulled you out of your reveries. You turned around to look up at your dwarf prince to see that he was already smiling at you. Your heart raced as your eyes landed on his blue ones and you smiled, trying to hide your blush by looking down. You heard him chuckle then lean down to kiss your forehead.

“Let’s go find a place to sleep, love. I fear that Kili is already looking for the best spot and he’s not going to leave us any space.” Fili’s voice filled your ears, making you giggle and feel at peace for the first time that day. You nodded your head and let him lead you through Beorn’s cabin.

You didn’t know how lucky you got when you fell into Middle-Earth but you weren’t complaining. Indeed, you missed your family and some other valuable things that you left behind. However, you had the most important thing here in Middle-Earth and it was Fili. You didn’t know how you had ended up in this world, the only thing you could remember was falling asleep in your bed at night and waking up the next day in the middle of unknown woods.

At first, it was like a bad dream, a horrible nightmare from which you couldn’t wait to wake up. After a while of wandering the woods, alone, scared and miserable, you had met with a nice old man who took you to safety. You had learnt later that the old man’s name was Gandalf, a grey wizard who had lead you to the Shire where you had stayed with a gentle hobbit, Bilbo Baggins. That same night, you had met the company of Thorin Oakenshield. The dwarves had taken you in and since then, you had found a new family. Moreover, you had met Fili, the young golden dwarf prince with beautiful eyes and warm smile. He was gentle and nice toward you, as if you were the most precious thing on earth and soon you two started to fall for each other.

“Here, this spot looks perfect.” Fili’s voice brought you out of your reveries once again. You blinked several times before looking up at the young prince.

“Where?” You asked, looking around to only see the entire company spread in the same room. Fili chuckled and pointed to the spot next to his younger brother, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“You can’t be too far away from him for even one night.” You told your prince playfully.

“You know it’s my duty to look after him. Like it’s my duty to also look after you.” He answered, smiling down at you with his perfect smile that melted your heart.  

“I know, Fee. Don’t worry I was only teasing.” You answered with a faint blush on your cheeks. The dwarf brought you close once again and slowly placed his lips on yours. The kiss was chaste but you could feel the passion radiating through his entire body.

“I love you, (Y/N) and trust me I cannot wait to have some alone time with you.” Fili breathed out as he pulled away to lean his forehead against yours. You smiled and sighed in happiness, your heart swelling with adoration and love for the dwarf before you.

  It was still dark outside when Fili woke up from his dreamless sleep. The young dwarf was so tired that he couldn’t even bring himself to open his eyes. It was hard for him sleep peacefully knowing that they were chased by packs of orcs and by Azog the defiler himself. It was hard to fall asleep when he had so many things on his mind and so many worries. He needed to complete his courting with you, he needed to protected you and cherish you but he also had to look after his brother and sometimes keep his uncle in check.

His mother made him swear to protect his little brother but sometimes he felt like his uncle was the one he was worrying the most about. He could feel him change as they approached the mountain and yet they were still miles away. Fili sighed and finally opened his eyes, his senses slowly waking as he tried to tighten his arms around you but felt nothing. His eyes shot open in fright, adrenaline suddenly pulsing through his veins as he found your spot next to him empty and cold. Fili pushed himself up on his elbow and looked around the sleeping dwarves but you were nowhere to be seen. His blood suddenly started to pulse in his ears as the stress of losing you spread in his heart. The young dwarf shot up quickly and started to look around.

He wanted to shout your name, scream for you but he didn’t want to wake everyone up. Fili searched the house in fear but he couldn’t find you, his breathing started to quicken when he heard a rustle just above him. His heart stopped and he looked up, the noise resonated into the house once again and he finally understood that something was on the roof. Fili looked around to see a thick wooden ladder leading to a hatch in the roof. The hatch was open and rays of moonlight illuminated the corner of the room with its cold light. Fili approached slowly and climbed on the ladder, making his way on the roof. Slowly, his heart fell back to its normal speed as his eyes landed on your small silhouette. You were sitting on the roof, looking up at the starry sky with sorrowful eyes. You looked beautiful with the moonlight glistering on your skin, the soft breeze made your hair float around your face, brushing your (H/C) locks against your cheeks and Fili couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. For him, you were the most beautiful woman alive. He couldn’t help but love your entire being and that since the first time he had laid eyes on you.

You were his One, his only love and Fili knew that he would do anything to protect you. He had seen what the death of your One could do to you. He had seen the empty look in his mother’s eyes when his dad died. He remembered the endless night of crying, the cries of sorrow and pain, the days of despair and emptiness… He knew that losing you would kill him. Fili watched you for a while, memories of the first time you had met in Bilbo’s house replaying before his eyes.

At first, Fili remembered thinking you were the hobbit’s wife because of your height and how nice Bilbo acted around you but quickly, he had found out that you weren’t even related. You were a lost girl who the hobbit had nicely granted shelter for the night. Fili remembered spending the entire night staring at you in awe. You had blushed a lot that night and Fili thought it was the cutest thing he had even seen. The young dwarf remembered approaching you, talking to you for the first time, learning your beautiful name and talking about your lives. He remembered how much he loved your laugh, how much joy it brought to his heart to see your eyes close and your lips tug with happiness.

Fili’s mind couldn’t help but remember every single second of the time he had spent with you. Your late-night sparring lessons while everyone was asleep – minus his uncle and Dwalin – or the tender moments he spent with you on the road, you clinging to him on his pony. The small chatters you made with him during those endless hours of ride or your laugh at the jokes him or Kili would tell. And last but not least, the night you had spent in Rivendell. Fili had finally found the courage to tell you how he felt, pouring his heart at you while the moon kissed your skin exactly like tonight. Fili remembered how happy your looked when he finally asked for your permission to court you, swearing to love you, cherish you, and protect you for the eternity.

Fili’s eyes trailed up your silhouette to stop at the courting braid in your hair. He smiled proudly at the silver bead fastened at the end as he stepped carefully on the roof, catching your attention. You smiled when your eyes landed on your lover. His steps were careful as he stepped closer to you to finally sit next to you, close enough to wrap his right arm around your waist. You giggled as he kissed your forehead, his moustache tickling your skin.

“What are you doing out here, Amrâlimê?” Fili asked, his voice just above a whisper, nuzzling his face into your neck to kiss your tender skin. You closed your eyes, loving those small moments you could spend alone with Fili.

“I wanted to see the stars.” You answered. “I always loved the stars. I used to recognize each constellation but now… The stars are very different here. I can’t even find a simple one.” You looked up at the sky once more, eager to learn about those unknown stars. Fili observed your face for a while before smiling once again.

“When we’ll have Erebor reclaimed, you’ll be able to read and learn everything about them in the royal library. Balin will also be more than delighted to teach you.” The young prince took your hands in his and brought them to his lips, laying a warm kiss on the back of your hand. “I could also teach you…” He breathed out, making you shiver.

“I would love that…” You answered, cupping his face in your hands to softly kiss his lips. Fili smiled and rested his forehead against yours.

“Can I ask you to sing something for me, my love?” Fili asked, his eyes closed but his lips still tugged into a gentle smile.

“Indeed.” You whispered. Fili shifted to sit behind you, your back pressed against his warm chest and his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into your neck once again, pecking your neck softly as you started to sing.

In the woodlands low, born of ice and snow,

there's a maiden weeping tonight.

Snow falls softly 'neath the winter moon

Your voice filled the air around the both of you and Fili stopped kissing your neck to listen to you, his eyes filled with love and adoration for his One.

Forest bare and white, she dwells there by night

Listen to her cry sorrow's song.

Snow falls softly 'neath the winter moon

The young prince could hear the sorrow in your voice, as if you were singing this song knowingly. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, keeping you safe and warm.  

Breathless, icy, bright. Daughter of the night.

Oh, who do you cry for?

Keening softly 'neath the winter moon

You couldn’t help but worry. You knew how everything was supposed to end. You knew that loving Fili could destroy you, his possible death could kill you as well. You knew that the line of Durin was supposed to die at the end of the story but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it in your heart. You would try everything in your power to save them, to save the love of your life.

Fuyu no tsuki, fuyu no tsuki, kanashimi utsusu fuyu no tsuki

Kogoeru fuyu no tsuki no yoru ni yuki no otome hana o mistuke ni

yuki ni umoreta sanrin no naka o tabi tsuzukena sai

Fili brought his lips to your neck then to your collarbones once again, trying to comfort you and to soothe you. He would always be there for you, and he desperately tried to show you as he cuddled you close to his chest while you sang.

Traveler passing through, feet all bare, his smile was true

His eyes shone with starlight

he waked softly 'neath the winter moon

Your love for the young dwarf prince transpired through each word that left your lips. Your heart beat against your chest as you heard Fili sigh contently against your neck, his lips brushing and dancing against your skin.

Love made my heart soar, you're the one I've waited for

Stay with me forever

she cried softly 'neath the winter moon

Your voice broke as you sang, you needed him to stay with you forever. Your heart, your body, your soul, everything was his. You needed him to know that he owned your heart forever. Even death could not stop you from loving him.

In the snow he stayed, from my side he did not stray

My hands could not warm him

He died softly 'neath the winter moon

Your voice echoed in the night as your eyes filled with tears. You knew that when you care about someone, hurt is part of the package but you couldn’t imagine living without Fili. He was your world, your everything. Fili sensed your sadness and cupped your face with his right hand, making you turn your head to look at him. The prince smiled sadly but kissed your lips passionately. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the kiss, his lips warm and soft against yours. Fili slowly pulled away when you both felt the need to breathe and hugged you close as he once again leaned his forehead on yours.

“Everything is going to be fine, (Y/N). I’ll always be by your side. Forever and always, my love. You won’t lose me.” He whispered lovingly and the only thing you could do was kissing him again, trying to cast your fear away from your heart.

“I love you.” You told him, tears of happiness falling down your cheeks. The moon being the only witness of your shared passion that night.

 In the snow he stayed, from my side he did not stray

My hands could not warm him

He died softly 'neath the winter moon

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Cuddles

As the sister of Nori, you had learned silence and stealth. As the sister of Dori, you had learned beauty. As the sister of Ori, you had learned to keep safe those you loved and a stubborn refusal to give in. As a friend of Royals, you knew the little things about them; you knew when Dwalin's anger was real, when Fíli was lying - usually to save his brother from well-deserved wrath - you knew when Thorin needed resistance... how to make him smile.

You knew much, but you did not know that he needed you as much as he did, did not know he would watch you in the moments he dared to steal.

Originally based on an imagine submitted by @lady-kaaseien on @imaginexhobbit: waking up on the quest with Bilbo’s head nestled between your breasts.

Your nose itched, and a strange weight seemed centred on your chest, while the rest of you floated in that foggy state between sleeping and waking. Swatting at whatever was tickling your nose, you grumbled slightly when it came back after a few seconds. The hand that suddenly squeezed your left breast made your eyes snap open, expecting to see one of the young rascals caught red-handed. Instead, you were greeted by the sight of honey curls, solving the now distant mystery of your itchy nose easily.

“Bilbo!” you screeched, louder than intended in surprise and more than a little shock. Around you, the Company were immediately alert, wide awake and armed in a heartbeat, searching for the foe that had made you cry out. Kíli was the first to laugh, catching sight of your predicament. You knew Bilbo was not still sleeping, his breathing changing to a poorly faked version of his usual light snores. His hand was still loosely curled around your soft flesh, as you gaped incredulously at the little hobbit. His curly head was nestled between your breasts, his short legs tight against your thigh, burrowing into your warmth. His bedroll, a few feet away from your own, was obviously empty, the blanket trapped beneath the hobbit’s body.

“Cuddling for warmth with a hobbit now, sister?” Nori asked cheekily. “If you were cold, you could have asked one of us to keep you warm.” He could barely get the words out for laughing, and you knew that you must look more than a little funny, lying here with a distinctively unhappy facial expression. You would have laughed, too, if it had been anyone else caught up like this. You quickly smothered the thought that you might have minded less with a different head so intimately acquainted with your bosom, but currently you were finding it very difficult to see the humour in the situation, communicating as much to your unrepentant sod of a brother with a dark glare.

“I think, Master Baggins,” Thorin rumbled darkly, “that you may wish to remove yourself from Mori’s person with all haste… before her hand reaches the dagger my mother taught her to braid into her hair.” And now, you were blushing, you just knew it, and poor master Baggins, who jumped in fright when Thorin spoke, had begun to tremble in fear. You sighed. Nori winked at you, one of his own ever-present daggers playing with the light from the moon as he flicked it nimbly from hand to hand. If the hobbit had meant anything untoward with his actions, Nori would have been the first to offer you his hair, you knew, and the thought brought a small smile, which died instantly when you caught sight of the dark anger in Thorin’s eyes. Carefully pushing the hobbit’s head away, you were surprised to see those blue eyes darken further, until you realised that his pale fingers were still loosely wrapped around your breast. Even Kíli had stopped laughing.

“Bilbo,” you whispered, “let go.” With a squeak that reminded you of Ori, the hand retreated, the hobbit pushing himself back from you and stuttering an incoherent mix of apologies as his face turned redder than you had ever seen anyone blush. It was strangely endearing, you thought, giving him a small smile of forgiveness that did not seem to help matters; probably because Bilbo could see nothing but Thorin’s anger, your intrepid leader’s hand inching towards the handle of his sword. Clearing your throat loudly, bringing everyone’s attention back on you, you spoke quietly, but with surety, knowing that you had to head this off fast, before things got worse. “I, Mori, daughter of Dagni, do declare myself unharmed by Master Baggins. I demand no rite of satisfaction, and challenge any who would do so on my behalf. This trespass will be forgiven and forgotten. Ins Mahal taglibi luknu.” The Khuzdul phrase, formal pardon and absolution in one, dissipated the tension slightly. Of course, Bilbo didn’t understand a word, and simply squeaked another apology in your direction. Wearily, you got to your feet, standing between the hobbit and Thorin, who still looked like he wished there had been an attack by orcs when you shrieked, rather than a sleep-cuddling hobbit. He did not seem to have heard you, Durin-blue eyes still fixed on the tousled head of your Hobbit-Burglar. Stepping in close, you forced him to look at your face, rather than glaring death at the hobbit. “Mataglayi, Thorin Uzbad. Ins Mahal taglibi luknu,” you said, keeping your voice strong when you mostly wanted to cower under the stern gaze that suddenly fixed on your face.

“So be it.” Thorin replied, before barking orders at the others. In quick succession, Bilbo’s bedroll was flanked by Glóin and Bombur – the only ones who were married – and you were surrounded by your brothers. You sighed. Sometimes, you really wished you had not taken Dís’s advice and admitted to being a dwarrowdam. It would have been easy, you knew, to hide, easy and familiar. Most dwarrow were too polite to ask if the gender markers braided into hair or beard were accurate, after all, and even your not-insubstantial bosom could have been hidden through clever tailoring. Instead, you had gained a full Company of over-protective extra brothers – and your brothers were already over-protective enough, you felt – but at least you had saved Bilbo from their wrath. You felt a little sorry for him, hearing his teeth rattle under the thin blanket he had purchased in Bree. The Hobbit obviously wasn’t used to travelling, having packed so poorly, and if you hadn’t screamed out your surprise, you could have kept them all from realising how intimately he was acquainted with your body in his search for warmth. With a sigh, you welcomed Ori burrowing against your side, your younger brother murmuring a sleepy greeting before he fell asleep once more. You did not need to open your eyes to see Nori’s knife-edge grin, nor did you need to open them to swat at him for making a lewd joke under his breath that you dearly hoped Thorin didn’t hear. Giving Ori a comforting squeeze, you set yourself back to the task of falling asleep, hoping – futilely – that Thorin’s anger at what to your people was considered assaulting a female, would have died by morning. You did not relish the thought of having to stand with your words, but your honour would demand that you do so if any of them decided to challenge the Hobbit come morning. After all, Bilbo did not know any better, and he was pretty useless in a fight, there’d be no honour – or restoration of your own – in beating him in formal combat. The arrival of sleep did not smooth the frown on your face, and Thorin’s eyes followed you into a series of broken dreams that would leave you cranky in the morning.

 In the end, no one dared challenge the hobbit for your honour – you had glared stink-eyes at both Dwalin and Thorin, who both looked far too likely to try. Bilbo himself had apologised profusely during breakfast, which you had accepted graciously – your family might be bastard-born, but Amad didn’t raise impolite fools – and then he had apologised even more after Nori had taken him aside during the afternoon and explained exactly what he had done, and how you had saved him from – not death, though Thorin’s eyes had promised it – at the very least a severe beating. Giving him a gentle smile, you nodded once. All was forgiven.

The whole series(With Thorin as your crush): Cuddles, On the Road Again, In Rivendell, Splashes of Thought, Frustrations Peak, Reactions, Mirkwood Muddle, Laketown and Lamentations, The Arkenstone, The Maker & A Choice

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Fallen Stars (Thorin X OC)

A/N: Hi guys!! Finally the next chapter!! Sorry for the time it took me but I had an exam and then my internet connection was down! So here it is! New chapter of Fallen Stars!! 

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x OC (Elentári)

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8 --> Current read 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 8: There is always hope

Elentári sighed as she laid down on her bed. After Thorin’s gentle words, the elleth had found herself at loss of words with a surprised expression on her features. Thorin had smiled but Elen couldn’t believe that his words were true. Yet the sparkles in his eyes and the softness of his heart proved her wrong.

The dwarf king had chuckled at Elen’s dumbfounded expression and slowly decided to retrieve for the night. The dwarf had taken her hand into his larger one and had brought it to his lips, gently laying a warm kiss on her knuckles. After what felt like hours of staring at each other, Thorin had wished his elleth a good night and left her confused before her door.

Elentári had changed into her night gown and laid down on her bed, feeling confused and warm at the same time. Could she trust him? Could she really trust his words or were they just a rush of guilt from the dwarf lord? Elen sighed and without noticing, she fell asleep wondering if she should have told him…

She cared for him as well.

However, the elleth’s dreams weren’t filled with happiness and images of Thorin’s deep blue eyes. He dreams were filled with flashbacks, images of unknown lands floating in darkness and among stars. The world was different around the young elleth and images of wars, suffering, pain, grief but also of love, births, happiness and light flashed before her eyes. Elen’s breathing became raged as she tried to look at her hands but saw nothing. Why was she faceless? Why was she seeing the world from above? She felt so far away and yet so close. Elen couldn’t understand what was happening, she tried to scream but her voice only rang out in her own head. No one was there to hear nor to acknowledge her distress.

“My star.” A deep resonating voice called from everywhere around her. Elen couldn’t find the source of the voice until a heavy weight pushed her forcefully toward the world, her screams filling her own mind as the speed crushed her. Elen gasped as she saw the ground approaching rapidly and as she was about to hit the ground the elleth screamed and sat up in her bed in a start.

Elen’s heart was beating hard against her chest, small droplets of sweat slowly running down her forehead. She looked down at her hands, scared to find nothing but the darkness of the milky way. She let out a sigh of relief as her eyes landed on her shaky pale hands then closed her eyes and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Elen trembled, feeling shaken by her dream. She didn’t understand what it was supposed to mean but she knew that something was wrong. However, the elleth needed to forget. She couldn’t bare the empty feeling in the back of her head, as if something was missing from her memory. Elen got up on her shaky legs and walked out of her room, wandering through the peaceful hallways of Rivendell.

Elen walked helplessly, her bare feet making no sound on the pavement. She didn’t watch where she was going but wasn’t really surprised to find herself stopping close to the dwarves’ quarters. Elen’s eyes observed the company sleep. Elrond had offered them chambers with soft beds and warm sheets but the dwarves had declined the offer, simply asking for shelter but preferring to stay in the outside. Elen chuckled and approached a stone bench on the balcony before the dwarves’ quarters. She sighed and sat on the bench, gazing at the view of the elven city with tired eyes. She didn’t know for how long she had stayed there, pondering about her dream, about the quest and about Thorin’s words. Though, a deep voice brought her out of her reveries.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Thorin’s deep baritone voice asked from behind her back. Elen turned around to gaze at the dwarf.

“I could ask you the same question, master dwarf.” The elleth answered playfully. She heard Thorin’s deep chuckle as he approached the bench and sat carefully next to her, as if she would run away if he scared her.

“Fair enough…” Thorin said but his eyes observed the state Elen was in. His eyes licked her exposed skin with a concealed fire then observed her tensed shoulders and her silver eyes. “Trouble sleeping?” Thorin asked, trying to forget about the fact that she was in her sleeping gown. The fabric of the gown was painfully thin for the chilly weather of the night and with every gust of wind, the fabric gracefully floated around the elleth’s legs, making her shiver. Thorin’s heart swelled with love but he quickly swallowed it down and looked down as he waited for Elen’s answer, his eyes landing on her tiny elegant bare feet.

“Yes…” Elen breathed out, her eyes shifting from her hands to Thorin’s figure. “More like… Nightmares.” The elleth admitted. Thorin looked up at her with an understanding compassionate smile.

“Nightmares can get too realistic sometimes.”

“Yes, it felt weirdly too real.” Elen answered, hugging herself to keep the bad thoughts away but also to warm herself up. She didn’t notice how cold she was until now, the warmth radiating from the dwarf next to her was not helping as it contrasted with the chilly wind.

“Are you cold?” Thorin asked as he shrugged his fur coat off his shoulders.

“No… No, I’m fine.” Elen tried to stop him by laying her hand on his shoulder gently but Thorin’s eyes widen as he felt the ice-cold skin through the thick fabric of his shirt.

“You are freezing!” Thorin exclaimed and grasped her hand in his, feeling his skin tingle as he touched the elleth.

“Don’t worry, nothing will ever change that.” Elen tried to explain once again but Thorin shook his head and cradled her both hands into his warm chest, pulling her extremely close to him in the process.

“I can’t let you freeze to death.” The dwarf shook his head and released Elentári’s hands for a second to wrap her in his coat. Elen sat next to the dwarf and leaned on his shoulder. Her hands were held in his over his lap as she blushed fiercely. The dwarf sighed and rubbed his thumbs over her soft skin.

“Thank you.” Elen said just above a whisper but Thorin heard her anyway.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Elen.” The dwarf shook his head and brought the elleth’s hands up to his lips once again, he kissed her joined hands and smiled warmly at her. It was a new side of Thorin that she was discovering and she had to admit that she enjoyed it quite a lot. Her hands started to warm up and Elen looked at their palms in astonishment.

“How do you do that?” She asked, surprised.

“What do you mean?” Thorin frowned and observed Elen’s face.

“How do you do it? Warming my skin like this…” The elleth squeezed the dwarf’s hands craving his warmth like a vampire craves blood.

“I don’t know… I guess it is because us, dwarves, have more body heat than elves or human.” Thorin said, unsure as he shrugged his shoulders. Elen glanced at the dwarf king and nodded her head, knowing than no other dwarf could warm her up like Thorin did.

An awkward silence settled between the two lonely figures, the night enveloping them slowly. Elen’s eyes settled on the elven city for a while observing contently the beautiful landscape with her hands still in Thorin’s hold.

“What was your nightmares about, if you don’t mind me asking?” Thorin asked her in a gentle voice. The elleth’s gaze shifted to look at him.

“I… I don’t really know.” Elen admitted. She sighed and unconsciously started to play with Thorin’s fingers, running her own slender digits through his, linking their hands then brushing the tips of her fingers over his. Thorin almost bit his lips to contain his wandering thoughts. “I was… In the sky. So far away from everything. So far away from life and from Middle Earth. Everything was oppressing and cold. I came crashing down at the end… I don’t know what it is supposed to mean but it was terrifying.” Elen admitted. Thorin hummed in response.

“What about you?” Elen asked after a while.

“What about me?” Thorin asked her.

“What are your nightmares about?” She asked still tracing his fingers with her own. Thorin sighed and looked away but Elen squeezed his hands and leaned a bit more against his shoulder. Thorin’s eyes were focused on the landscape before them.

“My father… my brother. My grandfather…” Thorin admitted with sadness. Then his features shifted and a disgusted rictus appeared on his face. “Azog…” He almost hissed with hate. Elen nodded her head in understanding then laid her head on his shoulder. Thorin’s eyes gazed down at her, his heart swelling in adoration for the elleth.

“Tell me about Erebor? How was it before Smaug attacked?” Elen asked gently and Thorin released one of his hands from hers to wrap his right arm around her waist and brought her closer to his chest in an attempt to keep her warm.

Elen smiled and sighed in content as her cheek touched the warm skin of his neck. Thorin smiled in pride and started to tell her about Erebor, his home, his kingdom. He was talking eagerly about the beauty of the Lonely Mountain, so much that he did not notice Elen falling asleep on his shoulder after a while. This is only when he felt her cool breath on his neck, making goosebumps appear on his skin that Thorin understood that Elen had fell asleep. The dwarf chuckled then looked at her with a soft smile, he mindlessly brought his fingers to her rosy cheek and brushed his calloused digits over her flesh. He savored the warm and fuzzy feeling that spread through his body as he watched her sleep. She trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder, Thorin blushed at the thought but quickly recovered as he decided to take her to his bedroll among the company. Thorin wanted to keep her safe, to keep her warm during the night and cherish her for the rest of his life. However, the dwarf wasn’t ready to admit it straight away.

Thorin carefully shifted Elen’s body in his arms, placing one of his arm behind her back and the other one under her knees to cradle her into his arms. He sat there for a while with Elen now on his lap, her head tucked under his chin and her hands squeezing his shirt in her fists. Thorin’s eyes sparkled with love as he held the elleth close to his beating heart, he was so entranced by her beauty that he didn’t notice Dwalin chuckling to himself as he watched them from his spot among the company. Thorin finally got up, carrying Elen to his bedroll. He stepped over Bofur and Bifur as carefully as he could but Thorin almost tripped when he heard Dwalin’s voice.

“What are you doing?” The fierce warrior asked with a teasing grin. Thorin looked down at his friend.

“She’ll be safer among the company.” Thorin said gruffly, walking past Dwalin to reach his bedroll.

“Hm… She’s quite safe with the elves too you know.” Dwalin added still smirking knowingly at his king.

“Not enough…” Thorin whispered as he laid he down gently. Dwalin shook his head but said nothing more.

Thorin tried to get up after softly brushing Elen’s hair off of her face but the elleth’s hands were still gripping his shirt tightly. The dwarf looked at her hands and tried to make her let go but she wouldn’t. Then Elen’s soft sleepy voice whispered in her sleep and Thorin blushed as he heard his name. The dwarf king shook his head but laid down on his bedroll next to his elleth. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. Elen’s hands wandered over his muscular chest, making him blush even more then she sighed and Thorin softly kissed her forehead.

“Sleep well, Gimlelul (my brightest star).” Thorin whispered before closing his eyes and letting sleep takes him.

  Elen woke up the next day with the sound of birds and waterfalls filling her ears. She smiled at the soft wind on her skin and the warm caress of the sun. She opened her eyes to find out that she was outside and laying on someone else’s bedroll. Elen pushed herself up on her elbow and looked around. The dwarves’ quarter was empty, their bedrolls abandoned on the floor.

“Slept well?” Elen turned around to look at the voice’s owner. Arwen was smiling down at her cousin, a knowing grin lighting up her face. Elen rolled her eyes and yawned.

“Yes actually, I felt warm for the first time in my life.” The elleth answered. Arwen chuckled and pointed her finger at what Elen was wearing.

“It must be thanks to this fur coat and the dwarf king’s arms.” Arwen teased, making Elen blush.

“Yes… It is, indeed.” Elentári admitted as she got up. Arwen laughed and took her cousin’s arm.

“You should get ready for the day, there is someone who really want to see you.” Elen smiled at Arwen and followed her to her room as they both started to chat.

Arwen left her at her room’s door, leaving her to clean herself up and to dress more properly. Elen removed Thorin’s coat, repressing the desire to breath his sent yet once again, then got out of her night gown. She washed herself, relieved to feel the warm water on her skin then got dressed. The elleth sighed as she looked for something other than a dress to wear for the day but found nothing. Reluctantly, Elen put a beautiful soft blue dress on and walked out of her room to enjoy her day in Rivendell. After a light breakfast, Elen wandered around the city. She had Thorin’s coat in her hands, trying to find the dwarf in order to give it back to him but she also wanted to thank him for what he had done the night before.

Elen’s heart swelled and skipped a beat as she thought of how she had spent the night. Thorin’s arms around her, keeping her close and warm, his beard tickling her forehead and his hands sometimes wandering to her lower back. Elen sighed as she felt herself blush and shook her head trying to push her feelings away but failing miserably. Suddenly, light footsteps and small giggles caught her attention and in a fraction of second a small child came running in her direction.

“Elen!” He screamed at her, happily smiling and jumping into the elleth’s awaiting arms.

  Bilbo was wandering around the Last Homely House on his own. The dwarves wanted to train then take a bath somewhere claiming that the elven city was nothing interesting. However, the hobbit wanted to explore and discover more about the beauty of the town. Bilbo approached the hall where Thorin had finally shown the map to Lord Elrond the night before. The room had caught his attention and he had decided to explore it the day after. Bilbo approached the statue holding the shards of a sword. The hobbit didn’t know it but those were the shards of Narsil. Bilbo observed the sword then turned toward a painting on the wall before the statue - Isildur as he was about to cut the One Ring from Sauron’s hand. The painting was dark and yet Bilbo couldn’t tear his eyes away. Bilbo’s eye went directly to the One Ring on Sauron’s finger, entranced in his own curiosity. Bilbo suddenly needed some air and stepped outside on the balcony, walking and gazing at the beauty of Rivendell. As Bilbo stood alone, Elrond approached him slowly.

“Not with your companions?” Elrond remarked more than asked.  

“Ah, I shan’t be missed��, Bilbo replied, his eyes gazing at Elrond. “The truth is most of them don’t think I should be on this journey.”

“Indeed” Elrond said then raised an eyebrow at Bilbo. “I’ve heard that Hobbits are very resilient.” Bilbo laughed, and then realized that Elrond wasn’t joking.  

“Really?” The hobbit asked.

“Mmm. I’ve also heard they’re fond of the comforts of home.” Elrond added with a small grin. Bilbo thought about that for a moment and then confided to Elrond.

“And I’ve heard that it’s unwise to seek the counsel of elves, for they will answer both yes and no.” At first, Elrond didn’t seem amused by this, but then a soft smile appeared on this face, and Bilbo let out an uneasy laugh.

“You are very welcome to stay here, if that is your wish.” Lord Elrond said and laid a gentle hand on the hobbit’s shoulder before walking away. Bilbo appeared to consider it then looked down as he heard a child shout Elentári’s name. Bilbo smiled as he saw his elleth friend catch the child in her arms and hug him.

  “Oh Estel! I’ve missed you sweetheart!” Elen said as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. The child laughed softly as he clung to her neck, Elen hugged him then kissed his cheeks over and over.

“I missed you too Elen!” Estel said as the elleth set him down. The child was small for his age but yet he was aging slowly because of his ancestry.

“How are you doing, little man?” Elen asked as the small child took her hand and walked with her.

“I am good, even if I miss you every day.” Estel said sadly, his soft brown hair floating in the wind. Elen sighed sadly and squeezed his hand.

“I am really sorry, Estel. You know I don’t want to leave you behind but you are too young to come with me.” Elen said and the child nodded his head. Elen smiled sadly and bent down to pick him up then twirled him around, making him laugh. Suddenly, voices approached them and Elen turned around with Estel in her arms. Bilbo, Fili, Kili and Thorin appeared from behind the pillars of the left wing. Elen smiled at the young dwarves but her heart skipped a beat when she saw Thorin. The dwarf king was eyeing her and the child with what seemed like suspicion in his blue eyes.

“Well, I knew I heard you shout, miss Elen!” Fili said as they approached her. Estel gasped softly and hid his face in Elen’s neck.

“Who’s this little lad?” Kili asked as he tried to have a better look at Estel.

“His name is Estel.” Elen said with a gentle proud smile. “Come on sweetheart, say hello to Fili and Kili.” The elleth whispered to her little cousin then kissed his head when he shook his head in disagreement.

Thorin watched her with the child and his heart stopped. Was he her child? Was he her son? Thorin couldn’t bear to look at them, pain and jealousy gripped his heart as he looked down. Bilbo walked next to Elen and smiled at Estel.

“He’s a bit shy.” Elen stated with a soft giggle as Bilbo tried to make Estel smile. Thorin then couldn’t control his actions, he walked next to his nephews and stared at Elen then at the child.

“He looks like you.” Thorin nodded with a fake smile. “You must be proud of him.”

“Very.” Elen answered then Fili proposed something that made Estel lose all trace of shyness.

“Do you want to train with us, laddie? We were just about to start with my brother.” Fili asked, Kili smiling goofily next to him. Estel looked at his cousin in hope and Elen set him down on the floor.

“Go, have fun.” Elen said and Estel smiled brightly before running off with Fili and Kili, Bilbo looked at Thorin then at Elen and excused himself knowing that they needed to talk. Thorin sighed then looked down at his boots.

“Your son seems to be a good lad. Very cheerful.” Thorin awkwardly said, making Elen blink in disbelief.

“What?” She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. Thorin observed her for a while then Elen busted out laughing. Thorin didn’t know what to do, he just stared at her in awe. “Estel is not my son!” Elen exclaimed between laughers.

“He’s not?!” Thorin asked, relieved to hear that news.

“He’s my little cousin!” Elen said as she calmed down.

“I see…” Thorin muttered, blushing furiously. “I’m sorry, I just assumed…”

“That because I was acting nicely around him I was his mother?” Elen asked with a teasing smirk.

“Yes.” Was all Thorin answered but he couldn’t deny the new-found happiness that filled his heart. Elentári did not have a child, his elleth was still his… Thorin mentally hit himself for thinking something like this but he didn’t have the time to do anything before Elen handed him his coat back.

“Thank you, for last night.” Elen said, the coat still in her hands. Thorin took it back gently and smiled at her.

“There’s nothing to thank me for.” He said but Elen shook her head.

“You were there for me when I needed you to be. You took care of me… There is a reason for me to thank you.” Elen smiled as she saw Thorin bow his head slightly in thanks and understanding. Then, Thorin did something that impressed her. He presented her his arm and smiled.

“Walk with me?” He asked a bit unsure but Elen didn’t hesitate to link her arm with his.

“Certainly, my Lord.” She told him playfully. Thorin chuckled and shook his head as he led her toward the training area. They laughed as they watched the dwarves practice and train with the young Estel, even Bilbo was watching as the young lad tackled Kili down and everyone laughed. After a while Elen glanced at Thorin and whispered in his ear.

“Come with me? I’d like to show you something.” Thorin nodded in agreement and let her lead him through the hallways of the elven city.

  Lord Elrond watched from a balcony as Estel trained with the dwarves. He watched carefully as they taught him some moves but his eyes always landed on Elen and Thorin. They were sitting close to each other, their arms linked and they shared quite a lot of smiles. He even made her giggle a great number of times. Then, Elen said something and they both left the company and Estel to wander somewhere else. Elrond sighed and turned his eyes away from the scene when Gandalf entered the room.

“Does she remember anything?” Elrond asked the Grey Wizard.

“No, unfortunately. She is still in the dark concerning who she truly is.” Gandalf answered with a sigh.

“I know what you think.” Elrond said, eyeing the old man. “We cannot tell her, Gandalf. This is not our place to interfere with Ilúvatar’s plans.”

“I know…” Gandalf mumbled, taking his pipe out of his cloak. “But she has to know! This is not fair of us to leave her in the dark.”

“This is not for nothing that Lady Galadriel decided to create her identity, Gandalf. She wouldn’t believe us.” Elrond said shaking his head as he walked past the Grey Wizard.

“Maybe but is it better to make her think that she is not the rightful child of a great elf lady?” Elrond sighed at the wizard’s words.

“I know that you care for her Gandalf. Trust me, I also do. She might not be my real niece but I even consider her like one of my daughters!” Elrond exclaimed. “I want her to know as much as you do but this is not our decision to make.”

“So, we leave her in the dark for the rest of her life?” Gandalf asked.

“I believe, Elentári will find out eventually. She is strong and when the time comes she will have to choose who she will fight for. Even if… I believe that her choice is already done.” Elrond turned around to glance at Gandalf.

“Thorin…” Gandalf muttered.

“Yes, her heart is linked to the dwarf.” Elrond said. “I saw it…”

“This will be positive for Thorin.” Gandalf said with a small smile.

“But not for her.” Elrond’s voice was dark as he looked away in the emptiness of the room.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw what could happen to her if she chooses that path.” The elf Lord closed his eyes and Gandalf knew.

  “Where are we going?” Thorin asked as he walked next to the elleth.

“You’ll see.” She answered with a smirk. Thorin groaned and looked ahead, making Elen roll her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be that grumpy, Thorin!” Elen laughed when the dwarf glared at her.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Oh, yes you are.” Elen teased but giggled as Thorin rolled his eyes as well.

They were walking for a while now and they reached a part of the town Thorin had never seen. It was the part closer to the mountain; the boulder was almost coming to the houses and vegetations cascaded down to touch the pavement. Thorin smiled as Elen ran her hand against the rock as they approached small waterfalls. She was so at peace in this city, Thorin hoped that she would feel the same in Erebor.

“This is where I came when I needed to think when I was younger.” Elen confessed as they stepped into a small wild garden. Waterfalls cascaded down the rock and into a pound surrounded by grass and flowers.

“This is beautiful.” Thorin admitted, making Elen smile.

They walked toward a huge fountain, stopping to look at the design. The elleth released Thorin’s arm and stepped before him. They stared at each other for what seemed like the eternity until Thorin’s hand reach up to touch her cheek. His fingertips brushed against her flesh, capturing a loose strand of hair. The sun was softly licking Elen’s skin, making it look like gold. Thorin’s heart beat in his chest as he watched her. He cupped her cheek and the elleth closed her eyes, needing the warmth of his skin against hers. Thorin couldn’t control his actions, as if something stronger than reason pushed him toward Elen. The elleth smiled and Thorin placed his other hand on her hips, pulling her close. Their noses were almost touching as they breathed the same air and Elen’s eyes closed. Thorin observed her lips, his heart beating in his chest but when he was about to lean in a shout and a loud laugh resonated through the air. Then, Elen squeaked as she pulled away. The dwarf and the elleth jumping apart, soaking wet. They looked at each other in surprise then turned around to be met with Fili and Kili laughing like mad dwarves.

“What is Ilùvatar’s name is wrong with you?!” Elen shouted, looking down at her soaked dress and wet hair. Thorin chuckled at her reaction, looking as soaked as the poor young woman.

“Oh, we are very sorry my lady!” Fili said with a fake bow, his body half immersed in the water of the fountain.

“Aye, we beg for your forgiveness, fair maiden.” Kili added with the same exaggerated polite voice, making Elen groan in annoyance and Thorin shake his head.

“You stupid little… What are you all doing?!” Elen suddenly shrieked as the entire company started to remove their clothes to join Fili and Kili in the fountain.

“We are in desperate need of a bath, Elen.” Bofur said with a smirk, making the elleth’s mouth drop.

“No. No, no, no, no! This is a sacred fountain you cannot…” Elen tried to argue but she shrieked again and turned away when she saw them all removing their pants. She looked at Thorin with wide eyes but the dwarf seemed amused by the situation. He had his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his lips.

“What? You’re afraid of a bunch of naked dwarves, my lady?” Thorin asked teasingly. Elen groaned and blushed deeply.

“Oh, you got to be joking!” She muttered then quickly walked away from the company, trying to shake the images of naked dwarves out of her head. She heard them laugh as she turned at the corner of the path to reach Estel’s quarters when she heard Lindir and Elrond talking.

“The kitchen’s under enormous strain, we are almost out of wine.” She heard Lindir say in Sindarin, making her laugh. “How long do you think they will be with us?”

“That has yet to be decided.” Elrond answered as Elen arrived their way.

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that way if I were you.” Elen said as she went past the two elves, Elrond followed her with his eyes a frown apparent on his features. Lindir looked ahead shocked and disgusted. Then Elrond turned around and the same shocked expression appeared on his face.

  “When will you leave?” Estel asked as he laid on his bed, the night already enveloping the city. Elen tried to focus on their conversation as she replayed the afternoon with Thorin. Was he about to kiss her? She blushed and turned to look at her little cousin.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Elen answered as she adjusted the sheets around his small figure. “But you have to know that I don’t want to leave you behind. I miss you dearly, Estel.”

“I don’t want you to go.” The small child said, tears threatening to fall. Elen’s heart broke as she saw him so sad because of her.

“Come here.” She said and extended her arms to hug him. Estel jumped into her arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, softly crying. As Elen rubbed his back softly, a knock on the door resonated in the room. Still holding her little cousin in her arms, Elen spoke.

“Come in.” She said and looked behind her shoulder to see Thorin walk into the room. She smiled sadly at him and Thorin stopped in his track.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” His deep voice said, a bit embarrassed.

“It’s fine.” Elen said as Estel pulled away and looked at Thorin with puffy red eyes. The dwarf looked from Elen to the child then decided to sit next to them on the bed.

“What is the matter, if you don’t mind me asking?” Thorin asked, not to Elen but looking directly at Estel. The child sat on the bed, crossed legs and picked at Thorin’s fur coat. Elen watched expectantly.

“I… I don’t want Elen to go.” Estel muttered, tears brimming in his eyes. Thorin glanced up at Elen briefly before settling his eyes on the child once again.

“I understand. My little sister didn’t want me to go on this quest either. She is scared that something might happen to me.” Thorin said, making Estel nod his head. “But I told her I needed to do it for her. For my nephews and my people. I know that the wild is dangerous and I understand that you are scared for Elentári but you know her. You know that she is the strongest woman on this earth and you know that she has a good heart. This is why she’s willing to help us, to help me.” Thorin said, making Elen blush as her heart swell at his words.

“I know…” Estel answered weakly.

“Some things must be done, young one. You will understand one day.” Thorin said with a gentle smile.

“But I know what your quest is about!” Estel protested. “A dragon cannot be killed that easily! This is a hopeless cause!” Elen and Thorin watched the child in astonishment, how he understood what the company was off to was a mystery. Elen smiled proudly at Estel and Thorin chuckled.

“Remember this, young man...” Thorin said as he gently laid his big hand on Estel’s frail shoulder. “There is always hope.”  

  Under Estel’s chambers, the Dwarves were having a late­night party in their quarters. They roasted sausages over a fire made by burning the Elvish furniture. Bofur, seeing a heavy Bombur sitting on a wooden table and eating a large bowl of food, looked at his sausage thoughtfully. His features twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“Bombur!” He called out. As Bombur looked up, Bofur threw him the sausage. Bombur caught it easily but the weight of the sausage was just too much for the poor table that broke with a painful squeak. Bombur, shrieking, fell to the floor, along with all his food. The dwarves laughed uproariously as Bilbo made his way up the small set of stairs to step on the platform above the company on their right. As he stopped on the platform, the hobbit overheard Gandalf and Elrond talking.

Thorin and Elen left Estel’s room with smiles on their faces. They walked down the hallway, eager to join the company and eat something when they arrived on the platform where Bilbo was standing. Elen was about to say something but Thorin stopped her by squeezing her hand.

“Of course I was going to tell you” Elen heard Gandalf’s voice say. She frowned and listened more closely. “I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I… I think you can trust that I know what I am doing.”  

“Do you?” Elrond replied. “That dragon has slept for sixty years. What will happen if your plan should fail? If you wake that beast…” Gandalf cut him off.

“But if we succeed! What if the dwarves take back the mountain, then our defenses in the east will be strengthened.”

“It’s a dangerous move, Gandalf.” Elrond said and Elen didn’t like the tone in his voice.  As Bilbo listened to them, he turned to see that Thorin and Elen were standing behind him.

“It is also dangerous to do nothing! Oh, come… the throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birthright!  What is it you fear?” Gandalf exclaimed and Elen’s heart stopped as she knew what her uncle was about to answer.

“Have you forgotten, a strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?” Elrond said and Thorin squeezed Elen’s hand, she could feel his entire body tensing at Elrond’s words. Elen glanced up at the dwarf to see his eyes full of fear and clouded with painful memories. The elleth squeezed the dwarf’s hand, trying to comfort him.

“Gandalf, these decisions do not rest with us alone. It is not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle-earth.” Elrond’s voice died down as they disappeared into the night. Elen looked at Bilbo then at Thorin, a painful silence had settled between the three of them.

“Thorin…” Elen whispered but the dwarf released her hand.

“We leave tonight.” He hissed before quickly making his way up the stairs, trying to be as far away as he could.

“Thorin, wait!” Elen said as she followed him up the stairs, trying to catch up with him.

Bilbo watched as his friend ran, his mind replaying Lord Elrond’s words over and over. What kind of sickness was he talking about?

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