#fili oneshot

[runesandramblings]

I Just Want You

Word Count: 1400

Pairings: Fili x reader

Warnings: None

Description: Royal wedding plans begin to take their toll, but there's only one thing you require to make the day perfect.

Requested by anon so I don't have a way to tag you I'm sorry! But I hope you enjoy. 😇

“What do you think, nâtha? The lilies or the orchids?” 

You buried your face in your hands. The pounding against your temples, something that had become a familiar sensation as of late, began to worsen as you tried to piece together any coherent sentence. There were only three words that came to mind, the same three words you’d uttered countless times over the past several weeks. 

“I don’t know.” 

The joy of yours and Fili’s engagement had subsided the moment you’d broken the news to your families. With FIli being the crown prince and heir, there was no way Dis and your mother would let it be a simple affair. Invitations had already been sent out to every corner of Middle Earth, and you’d been occupied from sunup to sundown every day with planning. The dress, the flowers, the food… 

You were from a simple merchant family. The pomp and ceremony of royalty made no sense to you. Where you’d grown up, weddings were a simple affair. Most couples in your small village chose to elope rather than go through the bother of an elaborate ceremony. You’d have been more than happy to do the same. However, your mother and future mother in law had both been quick to dismiss the idea. 

“It’s no matter, dear. We have time to decide.” Your mother pulled several small scraps of fabric, ranging from the purest snow white to the creamier shades of ivory. She laid them out against the table and gestured to each. “Which color do you think for the dress? We’ve got to begin sewing soon if it will be ready in time.” 

Before you had the chance to respond, Dis laid out several different styles of gold and silver fabric beside the scraps your mother had laid down. 

“And what of the trim? You’ve got to decide if you prefer gold accents or silver. But I do suppose that would have an effect on the choice of flowers…” She trailed off, lost in her own world of thought. 

You could feel your pulse radiating against your temples as the migraine that had been forming worsened. This was the issue exactly. It wasn’t just selecting a dress. It was selecting a type of fabric, a trim, lace… And that had to coordinate with the flowers or else…

Or else what, exactly? Would the world cease to exist if the flowers and trim didn’t go together? Would Mahal himself descend from the sky if the food and the wine didn’t pair perfectly? 

You looked from where you sat at the head of the long, carved wood table to the opposite end. Fili sat on his own, silently working through a stack of parchments Thorin had given him. He hadn’t been overly involved in the plans, as your mothers had taken over almost immediately. But you’d expressed to him how stressful the process had been, and he’d decided to come sit with you for moral support. He met your gaze and gave you a gentle smile. It sent butterflies through your stomach, as it always did. He was all you needed, truly. You could get married in the same, tattered old dress he’d met you in carrying a bouquet of wildflowers for all you cared. As long as he was there, it was all you required.

“(Y/N)?” 

Your mother’s voice brought you back to the less desirable reality. She and Dis were both staring at you expectantly, the colored swatches of cloth still spread out across the table in front of you. 

“Silver or gold-”

“First, she has to decide on a shade of white. Which shade do you prefer, (Y/N)?” 

“Well it might help to decide on the accent first, then she can pick a white that goes with that.” 

As Dis and your mother began speaking over each other you buried your face in your hands once again. The pounding against your temples became rhythmic, a steady thump that seemed to grow louder and louder as their voices overlapped. You felt as though you might go mad if the pounding and the questions didn't stop soon.

“(Y/N)-” Dis started. 

“I don’t know!” You cried again, finally raising your head to look at the two of them. “I don’t know, okay? And I don’t care. Just pick a color. Whatever you both want.” 

You flung yourself back in the chair, crossing your arms over your chest. It was unlike you to have such an outburst, but you were exhausted. There were too many questions, too many decisions. You’d be more than happy for them to make the choices and just tell you when and where to show up on the day of. 

“And what do you want, amrâlimê?” 

The three of you turned your attention to the end of the table as Fili piped up. He’d laid his parchments to the side. His eyes were not on either of your mothers, but on you. You could see the genuine concern etched in the lines that furrowed between his brows. He knew the planning had begun to take a toll, and now he was able to see the full amount of stress that you were under. 

You felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes. 

“I just want you.” You said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Your mothers exchanged shameful glances across the table, finally seeming to realize just how much they’d piled on you at once. FIli’s expression softened as he continued to look at you, his eyes never breaking away to look at anyone else in the room.

“Could you leave us for a moment?” He asked. 

Dis and your mother stood silently, collecting the fabric and other wedding items they’d strewn across the table. You felt Dis place a hand apologetically on your shoulder as she followed your mother from the room. 

Once they’d gone Fili’s smile widened. He extended his hand to you, gesturing for you to come join him at the end of the table. You stood and quickly walked around to where he sat. Once you were within his arm’s reach he grabbed you, pulling you down by your waist and plopping you into his lap. As soon as your legs touched his he stretched his face up to your neck, peppering light kisses up and down your collarbones. You giggled as his mustache braids tickled the exposed skin of your neck, his lips working their way up to plant kisses along your cheeks. He finally found your mouth and pressed his delicately against yours, making it the gentlest and sweetest kiss of them all. 

You felt a contented sigh escape your lips as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You rested your chin on top of his head as your fingers began to slowly brush through his hair, careful as always not to disturb his perfectly placed braids. The feeling of his arms wrapped snugly around your waist had already alleviated the nervous pit in your stomach, and you wondered how it could have only been moments ago that you were stressed to the point of breaking down in tears. He was your safe place, your calm within the storm. 

“We don’t have to make it into a spectacle, you know.” He murmured into the collar of your dress. “It can just be the two of us, whenever and wherever you want.” 

“We can’t.” You said, wistfully. If only it were that simple. 

“And who says so?” 

“You’re the prince-”

“To hell with that.” He said, pulling back just enough to look up at you. “Thorin’s already given his blessing for us to skip the whole affair.” 

“But our mothers-”

“To hell with them too.” His expression quickly changed from confidence to one of fear as he looked over his shoulder. “Don’t tell them I said that.” 

You giggled again, pulling him closer to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck once more. 

“Amrâlimê, I will go get Balin right now and have him perform the ceremony in this very room.” He continued. “I don’t need the flowers or the food or the party. I just want you, too.” 

You pulled back again, just enough to look down into his eyes. He was smiling up at you, his eyes sparkling with the same joy as they had the first day you met. He was all you needed, now and forever. 

“I think that sounds absolutely perfect.” You said, brushing back a few loosened strands of his golden hair. “On one condition.”

He looked at you expectantly as you continued. 

“You have to tell our mothers.”

nâtha - daughter

amrâlimê - my love

[cosmic-glow]

Notes: When crossing a bridge on Halloween night (Samhain) you meet a mysterious knight, does this remind you of any legend?

Warnings: Fíli x fem!reader; reader eats meat and drinks wine; persecution; SFW.

The icy wind forced you to bend down and hold on tighter to the cloak that covered you, your horse was already tired from the long journey, but even though the sun had long since set you couldn't stop, it was Samhain night, you had to get home. Further on, even though your eyes were begging for rest, you could see a faint bluish glow and you were right to assume it was a lake. Arriving at the water's edge, you stopped so that your horse could have a drink and took the opportunity to refill your canteen too.

As you searched through your bag for something to eat, believing it would give you the energy to stay awake for a few more hours, a sound of something moving among the leaves came towards you and suddenly stopped. Without delay, you climbed back onto your horse, which was now alert too. "Who's there?" you asked into the shadows of the night, bow in hand, ready to fire an arrow. With a quick movement and a sound as subtle as a mouse, something approached from your right, but your ears didn't fail and you unhesitatingly shot in the direction, hitting a large black wolf that cried out in pain before being seized by hatred. But you didn't give him a chance, already pulling on the reins to take your horse in a new direction, then starting a chase.

At first it was just one wolf, but after its painful howl, several joined it, hunting you. It didn't matter which direction you were going anymore, you just needed to escape them, lose them. You went down an old road and crossed a bridge that creaked with the horse gallop, only to come to the end and come face to face with a forest too thick for your horse to pass through. He stopped and skidded before raising his paws in fear of hitting the trees and knocking you down. Your back hurt and your head was spinning when you managed to get up, still in time to see him run away at a fast gallop that mixed with the sounds of the wolves approaching, thirsty, you knew you would never be able to run faster than them.

Before you could hide or think of any plans, you saw the black cloud they were forming cross the bridge, its white teeth gleaming at you. And when all seemed lost and you had accepted that there, on that cold October night, would be your end, a rider appeared. His horse was as black as the sky that covered you, he wore a long cloak, wielded a long bronze sword, from where you stood you couldn't see his face, but his hair looked like the first rays of the morning sun. Bravely he stunned and wounded the pack single-handedly, you were so surprised that you didn't even think to draw your bow and react, it didn't take long for the pack to flee, and when the last wolf crossed the old bridge he leaned forward, still with his back to you, and sheathed his sword. When he stood up straight again, his blond curls spread out over his long cloak, and he turned his face to look at you over his shoulder.

As he pulled the horse's reins to look you in the face, you stood up and adjusted yourself as best you could to make yourself presentable. He was a short man with great presence, furrowed eyebrows and shrewd eyes analyzing you, he had a long nose that ended in a braided mustache and a blonde beard. His clothes were beautiful and yours were dirty, you were about to say thank you when he spoke earlier.

- A maiden shouldn't walk alone on Samhain night, she'll end up getting hurt - he had a smug smile on his lips and now it was yours eyebrows that were furrowed.

- Excuse me? But I was perfectly fine and could have managed on my own, I don't remember asking for help from any flirt.

- What a sharp tongue you have, you should be more careful with what you say, you never know who you might end up offending - his look seemed curious, almost as if he was having fun with the situation.

- You're full of "shoulds", aren't you? If it's so dangerous "shouldn't" I know your name?

The blonde man remained silent for a while, analyzing the situation and thinking about whether he should really tell you his name, or better yet, reveal who he really was.

- I am Fíli, son of Dís, daughter of Thráin. And I wasn't lying when said it's dangerous to be alone in the woods at night. Much more on this particular night. Without further intrigue, allow me to take you to a safer place - he extended his hand to you, a new look on his face, sincere and welcoming.

You looked away from him to the bridge for a moment, remembering how close the wolves were before he arrived, how close you were to death. Turning away from this distressing thought, you accepted his hand, it was definitely not today that you would accept your death. With a strong tug he helped you onto the horse, you sitting right behind. When the animal started to run, you were forced to hug Fíli's waist to stop yourself from falling. As they rode away, you remembered how, before the man turned to face you, even as he fight, you couldn't see his head, only his hair, which now, when you thought about it, without the fear blurring your vision, looked very much like living flames - was your imagination playing tricks on you?

The knight took you to an old castle, it looked abandoned. He stopped and helped you get off the horse. You doubted he really lived there, branches had already grown around the towers, the stones on the walls were dirty with age and the windows were dark. The big door creaked open, and magically the torches in the hallway lit up, you don't know how but you didn't ask.

- You live here? - asked, looking at the grandeur of the place.

- Since I was a child. I'm sorry about the dust, I can't always clean everything myself - he takes off his cape and hangs it on the coat rack at the entrance.

- Only you live here?

- Yes, everyone left after... - he was silent - ... You must be hungry, come - he smiled at you and continued on.

Fíli guided you through the corridors to a large dining room with a table just as long. At the end, there was a hearty dinner set out for the two of you.

- Were you expecting a visitor? - you said, taking the second glass.

- Maybe I went out looking for one - he pulled out the chair for you and smiled.

Only when the cooked meat touched your tongue and the seasoning invaded your mouth did you realize how hungry you were. Without paying attention, you ended up exaggerating the amount of wine you drank and soon the alcohol started to go to your head.

- It was good? - Fíli asked when you finished.

- Very good - you smiled and suddenly remembered how rude you had been to the man who saved your life - Thank you very much for all this, you don't even know me and are helping, I'm sorry for being so rude to you.

- Don't worry about it, I would also have responded that way to a strange man on a horse in the middle of the night - he laughed - And I think it doesn't matter if I know you or not, it's Samhain night, there has to be at least one date in the year to be kind without future interests, right?

-I think so...- your eyes became heavy, you leaned on the chair, the tiredness from before returning even stronger.

When you almost slipped out of the chair in your sleep, Fíli caught you, carefully lifting you up, "come on, I'll take you to your room" he said before leading you down more hallways and stairs. The mattress on the bed was soft and the covers were heavy, that was all you could say about your room as your eyes were practically closed when you entered, the blonde helping you lay down and cover you up.

- Good night, Y/n - he said, but you didn't remember telling him your name, but you didn't question it because you were already falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you woke up in a silent castle, sunlight shyly coming through the window to illuminate the room. You walked down the steps with light steps, there were no more candles lit and everything seemed more abandoned than last night. You looked between the doors as you passed through the hallways, but they were all filled with just furniture and nothing else except some cobwebs, where was Fíli? When reached the entrance hall you looked back, waited for a moment for any sound that would indicate the presence of anyone else in the house, but nothing.

- Fili? - you called, but no one answered.

Before leaving you noticed a painting at the entrance that you had not paid attention to last night, the painting was torn, but when you stretched it again and completed the image you found those beautiful shining eyes, in the frame of the painting there was a small golden plaque that "Fíli" was engraved and next to it was the year of birth... And the year of death. You walked away and took your breath away, he had died decades ago, how was it possible that you had seen him yesterday? Having spoken to him, touched him and felt him, how?

Without further ado, you left the house and had another shock when you found your horse that had escaped, standing outside, waiting for you calmly while was grazing. You looked once more at the castle behind you and you could have sworn you saw a curtain move. You wouldn't forget that Samhain night so easily.

Sorry for any typos;

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October Calendar;

Masterlist

[make-me-imagine]

Hey, I hope you had a nice holiday and had fun with your family. If it is ok with you, can you do a, The Hobbit/LOTHRS ship, please.

Features: I am a short woman 4'9.  I have curly golden honey-blond hair which goes to my bra-strap length, I have dark chocolate brown eyes, and a little bit of chubbiness in my cheeks. I have a butterfly-shaped scar on my forehead which is from skin cancer from when I was 5-6 years old.

Name/Nickname: Madison, Ma, Papillon (Which means Butterfly in French), Piccolo Guerriero (Which means Little Warrior in Italian. I am part Italian and French on my mother's side.), Little Butterfly, Sunshine, and Little Rose.

Disorder/Disability I have: Dyslexia, Epilepsy, and Anxiety.

Personality: I am a sweet, loving, stubborn, caring, gentle, and understanding woman but if you mess with me/hurt me, my family, friends, or the people I love I become scary-scary.

If I was in The Hobbit or LOTHRS I would be: a witch or a Hobbit.

Personality: I am a sweet, loving, stubborn, caring, gentle, and understanding woman but if you mess with me/hurt me, my family, friends, or the people I love I become scary-scary.

Likes/love to do: I love to drawing/painting, embroidery, reading (I am a bit of a bookworm), anime, cosplaying, doing any type of math, loves plants/nature, and baking in my free time.

I don't like/afraid/scared of: afraid of Spiders, don't like people insulting or making fun of family/Love ones/Friends, and I don't like being yelled at because it scares me from past traumas and anxiety.

Style: I love to wear, off-the-shoulder shirts, leggings, jeans, button-up shirts, dresses, and once in a while a shirt with a long skirt. My home aesthetic is a mix between astronomy and witch.

The only other thing is that I wear a heart-shaped ruby necklace around my neck which was a gift from my whole family. I never take it off.

Prompts: "I don't care if you are a (witch/hobbit), I love you." "I don't care if you won't let me marry her, I love her and you can't take her away from me ever." "I will always love you."

Thank you for requesting another commission ship! ❤ I hope you had a lovely holiday season as well!! ❤❤❤

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I ship you with Fili! (a close second was Legolas!)

Fili's feelings for you was a slow-burning evolution. He respected and admired you from the very start and you became friends quite quickly, but there were no romantic feelings at first. Slowly he began to notice his heart beating a bit faster every time he saw you. He slowly grew more protective of you, and even felt jealous when someone else showed an interest in you.

Your feelings for him were evolving at about the same rate (though maybe a bit faster). When he truly knew that he had developed these feelings, he waited until you had a private moment alone and told you, and when he learned you returned them, he was ecstatic.

He knew there would be discourse amongst other dwarves when they learned of his feelings as dwarves very rarely marry outside of their race. Some wouldn't care once they met you, but some held an unfortunate prejudice, especially since he was to be king one day.

BUT though Fili is proud of his heritage and family, he would never let them dictate his future or who he marries and loves. So even if he had to give up the throne, he would choose you.

Fili knew you would never want him to give that up, or cause a rift within his family. So you would pull away, even though it broke your heart. But Fili wouldn't except it, and would continue to court you no matter what, all the time convincing and battling for your love with those who wold oppose it.

(more under cut)

In my head you are a Hobbit with a knack for magic due to a past relationship between your Hobbit ancestor and an unknown person.

There are rumors that it was a powerful Wizard, and some think it was an Elf, but you don't know for certain as it's a big family secret.

But whoever they were, their magic lingered in your bloodline and strengthened with you, giving you magical abilities.

You are the first ever known Hobbit to have magic of a witch. (Even witches in themselves are extremely rare in this world)

When you met the dwarves (through your connection with Bilbo) they were in awe of your magic, and a little frightened, but mostly in awe.

Especially when they discovered just how caring, strong and kind you were.

They quickly learned you were an amazing ally and a great friend.

You especially got along well with Fili and Kili due to your closeness in age and similarities in personality.

They could tell you were sensitive to confrontation (yelling, and such), but the first time they saw you ready to battle for someone you cared for even using a sword, they were shocked in a best way.

This was one of the things that caused Fili to start seeing you a bit differently as well. His heart almost popped out of his chest when he saw the fire in your eyes.

Little Butterfly, Sunshine, and Little Rose are definitley pet-names Fili would cycle through. He would also call you 'amrâlimê' ('love of me'. aka 'My love')

Once Fili started courting you, he used mixtures of dwarven and hobbiton courting rituals.

So he of course gave you a bead from his beard and braided it into your hair.

And even if you are afraid of how other's would act due to your different races, Fili will still declare you are his intended and that he is courting you anytime the option arises, and especially if someone else so much as attempts to flirt with you.

((With this oneshot I changed the prompts a little so they would fit the situation))

Warnings: A bit angsty but with a happy ending

Note: I know nothing of Frerin, just that he is Thorins brother (Dis's older brother), so I made up his personality in this.

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As you walked through the courtyard, you kept your eyes peeled for a familiar head of golden hair. You felt eyes on you every where you went but you had begun to grow used to it by now.

You had made plenty of friends an acquaintances that you won over with your genuine heart. But there were still plenty who looked at you with scornful eyes. And many who uttered their thoughts out loud at the sight of you.

"There she goes again. She sticks out like a sore thumb."

Your steps slowed for a moment at the words as you walked past the market stall. Taking a sharp breath you continued on, ignoring the muttering of those who didn't care to get to know you or open their minds to your skills.

As much as you tried to ignore their words your chest tightened as your steps slowed. No matter how hard you tried to push past it, it still weighed on you. All of their words, stares, thoughts and opinions slowly making it harder for you to keep pushing forward.

Maybe it truly was a bad idea for you to remain here. As much as you love Fili, which you did, with all your heart, you seemed to only bring trouble to him. It wasn't enough that Thorin and Kili had accepted you, or the rest of the company. Fili's own parents were still hesitant, and his Uncle Frerin the loudest of all.

Fili was next in line for the throne, it was not suitable for him to be with someone like you. You knew him well enough to know he would never tell you to leave, that he would never break his courtship with you.

You paused in your steps as you stared at the ground.

'Maybe it would be better for him if I left.'

The thought made your heart ache as your chest clenched painfully. You felt your eyes brimming with tears as they burned. You continued to walk, not paying much attention to where it was you were going.

Hearing a familiar voice, you paused in your steps as you looked around, quickly wiping your face.

It was Fili's voice you heard. Your breath caught as the other familiar voice rang out from around the corner.

"Do you truly think the people will accept your marriage to someone of not only commoner blood, but a non-dwarven commoner?"

Frerin's voice made your stomach twist. He had been so kind to you when you first met. But as soon as he learned of Fili's affection towards you, he changed. You knew he was only being protective of his family, but you truly wish he would see you for what you were and accept you, as his sister had slowly begun to do.

"Why do you insist on insulting her every time we speak? You liked her in the beginning why change now?"

Fili's thoughts were an echo of your own. You leaned against the wall as you listened.

Frerin sighed, "I had no qualms against her personally, but you must know it is a ridiculous idea to marry her. It is best that she leaves here and goes back to Hobbiton. I know you have heard the whispers about her. About her magic, something so unnatural in her race-"

"Uncle I beg you keep your tongue. You should pay her more respect. She helped us to win the lonely mountain back, she helped us defeat the dragon Smaug, she fought beside us more bravely than you could imagine. She is the only reason me and my brother are still alive. Yet you still insist on trying to chase her away. I will not have it, not anymore. I do not care if you do not want me to marry her, I love her and you can't take her away from me, no matter how you try."

"Fili-"

"No. That is enough, I will listen to you no more. Not until you learn to respect her as she deserves."

As you heard Fili's steps come closer, you wiped the tears that had escaped and walked swiftly away.

As Fili rounded the corner, he saw you fleeing. His heart jolted as he raced to catch up to you. As he grabbed your wrist you turned around to face him. His heart ached as he saw remnant tears on your face.

He stepped closer and gently cupped your face. "How much of that did you hear?"

You sniffled as you kept your eyes downcast. "Enough of it."

He stepped closer, and tilted your head to make you look into his eyes. "I'm sorry you heard his words, they were disgraceful."

You sniffled again as you shook your head with a smile before hugging him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

"I don't care what he thinks, not anymore. I only care what you think."

"You heard my words, yes? I am devoted to you, no matter what he or anyone else thinks."

Guilt rocked through you at his words.

"Are you certain is not better for me to leave? I seem to only cause you grief."

Fili pulled away as he looked into your eyes, his eyes filled with fear and desperation. "Don't you dare." Wiping a stray tear with his thumb he shook his head softly. "Do not let their words chase you away, do not let them win."

Leaning in, he pressed a slow soft kiss to your lips. When he pulled away his voice softened.

"I do not care that you are a Hobbit, or even a Witch, you could be an Elf for all I care. I love you, I will always love you."

You smiled at him through your teary eyes before pulling him into another hug. As he wrapped his arms around you, you resolved to stay. You couldn't leave him, not now, not ever.

It would take time for the Dwarves to see you as Fili wished. And it would be hard, but you would make it. The people would slowly grow to love you in all ways. They would trust your skills, your magic and your kind heart. In the end you would win, and your's and Fili's love was the prize.

xx

[ohnonotnow]

my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Lost My Way

Charcoal

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

[glassgulls]

An interesting take on Fili with dragon sickness with angsty goodness.

Broken Promises

Fíli x OC Tullaina

A/N: So I said I was in an angsty mood and unfortunately Tullaina is the victim of that mood. 

Warnings: OOC Fíli under the influence of dragon sickness, angst, angst, angst (I’M not SORRY), Kíli being a good friend 

Complete and utter silence. Only the soft sound of paper sliding over paper could be heard when she turned a page every few minutes. 

Tullaina savoured these rare moments where she could spend some time alone, curled up with a book in one of her many secret hiding spots. 

When they finally settled down in Erebor, she had spent her first few months exploring the mountain, in search of quiet little nooks and corners like this one. 

Her quiet time alone was short-lived however. Hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance, coming closer at an alarming pace.

“Tullaina?” A familiar voice called out.

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[ambitiouspotions]

DAYBED | KÍLI THE DWARF | ONESHOT

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

word count — 1.5k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[smallesthobbit]

The Hobbit & The Dwarf {Masterlist}

Contents:

The Meeting (P.I): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - You and your brother, Bilbo, meet Thorin (& Company)

Mountain Trolls (P.II): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - The Company almost get eaten by Mountain Trolls.

please note that i do not given anybody permission to repost or translate any of my work (reblogging is okay!).

[fili-urzudel]

Porridge - Kíli Durin x Reader

Just a cute little winter themed drabble for our favorite little brother.

Warnings: mentions of broken bones, mentions of near-death, light crying, homesickness

Word Count: 0.6k

"Come in," the voice was muffled.

"How's my favorite—what in Aule's name," Kíli interrupted himself. Most likely because while he was expecting to find you on your bed, in your place was a very high pile of blankets, covering from the foot to the headboard.

"Shove it," the blanket pile groaned.

"What, are you hiding your shame?" Kíli chuckled, drawing closer and probing a corner of the bed before sitting down.

"No!" You exclaimed, finally throwing off the layers of blankets. "I—help me up, please," you muttered, and he obliged before you continued. "I have nothing to be ashamed of, that cliff was steep and I blame you for thinking it was a good idea to climb it—"

"When you said you adored goats, I assumed that meant you had some degree of their skill," Kíli smirked.

"—and I happen to be hiding from the cold because your mountain is bloody freezing," you finished with a dramatic pout.

"It's a mountain. In winter. Honestly, khebabmudtu, what were you expecting?" He teased, having found his way to the head of the bed and leaning his head against his hand, his elbow propped on the headboard.

He felt himself freeze when he noticed tears welling in your eyes.

"Hey," he said, voice softer. "What's wrong?"

"It's never this cold back home," you whimpered. "And no one here makes porridge the way Ma made it, and I can't make it myself because of my daft ankle, and I—I just..." you sighed, breaking off. "I miss home but I want to stay here, too."

Kíli frowned. He had seen you upset, sure, and he had seen you heartbroken—sure as Mahal when you thought he was dead—and he had more than definitely seen you angry. But he had never seen you distressed over something that even you would consider trivial.

"You mind?" he asked, already lifting the stack of the blanket corners to slide into the generous bed with you. You shook your head quickly.

"I'm not sure that it counts for much, but I understand," he said slowly. "I spent most of my life in Ered Luin, and I still feel a little homesick for it sometimes. I can't imagine what a big difference it is from the Southlands. But I'm glad you chose to stay here."

"God only knows why," you sniffled.

"Well, I was hoping for me," Kíli smiled, and you rolled your eyes. "But seriously, khebabmudtu, we all love having you here. Anything that can help make you stay, I'll do it."

You gave a grin-grimace. "Thanks, Kí," you said, and leaned into his side, much to his surprise. He was all too happy to wrap an arm around your shoulders to keep you there. "What does that word mean?"

He hesitated for a moment. "What word?"

"Khebabmudtu," you said, stumbling a bit over the consonants.

"Heart forge," he whispered, and when you looked up at him, confused, he knew he had to say it louder. "It means heart-forge. The forge where my heart is made."

"Hmm," you hummed shortly, snuggling into his ribs. "I bet you say that to all your lady friends."

He wanted to laugh. He couldn't believe you still didn't believe that he was the ugly brother. "No," he replied simply instead. "Just you."

Just you.

You liked the sound of that.

[klarex]

I'm not happy with this fic as I should be, but I hope you like it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fighting, dead orcs, Kíli in pain from a shot from Bolg

Summary: Locking Fíli up in a cell.

Paring: Fíli Durinson x warrior! elf! reader

Knives and daggers

Gif from pinterest, it's not mine

Pov. (Y/n)

I was leading the blond dwarf to his cell. He already gave off his weapons, but I still could see a knife sticking out of his coat. His eyes didn't leave me for a second.

When we got to the cells, I looked at him and cleared my throat, pulling out my hand. He looked at me, confused with a nervous grin.

- Your knife.

I said.

- But I don't have anythin-

I pulled a big dagger out of his coat, and he laughed, embarrassed. I put it inside my pocket and pushed him inside his cell. He looked at me before I walked away. I must admit he is a handsome guy.

I was stopped from walking out of my room by another elf.

- Are you sure you took everything from him?

He asked, and I nodded.

- Our king wants you to take a watch on them for your earlier wrongdoing.

- It was one time!

I said angrily, and he walked away without any more words. I sat down with a loud groan. The dwarves were talking, but I ignored it.

After some time, my butt started hurting, and I decided to stand up, walk a bit, and look at our prisoners. When I walked closer, their talks got quieter. I walked up to a cell with a blond dwarf. He was sitting on his cell bed. He looked at me with confusion.

- So you like daggers and knifes?

I asked, and he looked surprised, but nodded. He stood up and walked up to the doors of the cell.

- You know that you and your companions are really in trouble?

I asked and he sighed.

- We know.. but my uncle, like always, had to express his opinion on elves...

He said the last part quieter, and I giggled. He smiled.

"Mahal.. his smile and his voice are mesmerising.."

I thought and pulled out my hand for him.

- I'm (Y/n).

I said, and he grabbed my hand, turning it and kissing my knuckles. I blushed at the action.

- And I'm Fíli.

He said confidently with a tint of flirt. He let go of my hand, and I tucked my hair behind my ear, slightly blushing.

- Aye! Fíli stop flirting with that elf! It's point-

I heard someone shout, it was a brown haired dwarf, but then they stopped when Tauriel walked into the room. I giggled and waved to her. She waved back and walked through the prison and stopped where the brown haired dwarf was.

- That is my younger brother, Kíli.

Fíli said, leaning on the cell's door.

- And it seems like someone caught his eye.

I said with a smile, and Fíli chucked. I turned around to look at him again. He looked at my weapons, which were hanging around my body. I wasn't the archer elf like most of my friends. I preferred daggers, knives, swords, or even spears.

- You're not an archer?

He asked, surprised, and I nodded, chuckling.

- Definitely not. As you can tell..

I said and turned around, showing him my collection of weapons. His eyes widened and sparkled.

- They all have a story..

I said with nostalgia. He looked at me, intrested.

- Tell me about them.

He said with passion, and I laughed. I slowly sat down before his cell, and so did he.

I told him about my adventures and from where I got my weapons. He looked at me, listening curiously and sometimes making jokes, at which I laughed. The time went fast and nice. Then, someone walked in.

- (Y/n)!! Your shift is over!

The elf soldier shouted, and I looked at the dwarf saddly.

- It was nice talking to you, Fíli.. Hope I will see you soon..

I said quietly, so the elf soldier doesn't hear it. Fíli smiled and nodded.

- I don't think I can go anywhere..

He said and pointed at the cell, chuckling. I smiled and stood up. I waved him goodbye and ran up to the elf.

••

When I heard the alarm that the dwarves were running away, I quickly ran behind Legolas and Tauriel. We were going down the river, following the group of dwarves that were swimming in the barrels.

The dwarves stopped on our border gate, and after a while, there were orcs coming from every direction, killing elves and trying to kill our lost prisoners.

I throwed a spear at the tree and jumped, swinging on it to get on the other side of the river. I was trying to kill as many enemies as I could, but it wasn't easy in this terrain. I cut theirs heads off and cut throats while doing flips and dodges. I sometimes felt someone's gaze on me as I fought.

I saw Kíli getting out to pull the lever, but he got shot on his leg. I frowned and killed another orcs. Tauriel got to his rescue and killed orcs coming his way.

When Kíli pulled the lever and fell inside his barrel, we followed them again. We killed a lot of orcs to keep us and dwarves safe.

"Why are they going so fast?!"

I thought, groaning and leaning my head backwards when no one attacked me. I looked around and took a shortcut, sprinting. The shortcut was higher than the hills around the river. There was only one orc that I killed immediately by throwing a knife to his head. I took it back and ran as quickly as I could again.

I saw Legolas standing at dwarves heads, and laughed. He always liked to show off. I took my spear and throwed it at an orc that nearly attacked Legolas. The dwarves were helping too, and I was so grateful for that.

After a bit, my shortcut ended, and I was waiting for them a bit further. I killed orcs that waited here for the dwarves. Then I saw the barrels, and Legolas stopped next to me. We looked at them as they swam away. I sighed deeply, and my friend put a hand on my shoulder. We saw Tauriel behind us, and she joined us.

••

I decided to follow the dwarves into the Laketown. I jumped on the roofs of the houses, seeking the house with the dwarves in it. I jumped off the roof when I saw the correct one. I knocked on the door.

- Who is that?

- I hope not anyone who can kill us...

I heard mumbled voices, but then the door opened. I saw a tall man with dark hair.

- How can I help you?

He asked.

- I'm here to help your guests.

- But I don't have any-

He didn't finish, and I saw a head popping out from the room inside.

- (Y/n)?

Fíli said, and I smiled. The man let me go inside, and I walked up to the blond dwarf. I handed him the knife I took from him earlier with a smile.

- I think I took it from you.

I said, and he grabbed his weapon, smiling warmly. Fíli opened his mouth to say something, but then I heard loud groans of pain. I quickly excused myself and walked up to Kíli who was lying on the table, pale as a ghost. I looked at him, scared and worried.

- Please tell me you can help him..

Said the old dwarf and I looked with a sad look, shaking my head.

- But I know who can.

I said and quickly ran outside and jumped on the roof. I grabbed a horn that Tauriel gave me. She told me to use it in case of emergency. It is only heard for elves, so no one track us. I blowed the air inside it and waited.

After 5 minutes, I saw Tauriel making her way to me. We jumped off the roof, and she looked at Kíli. She told us to find some herb, which we did find after a while.

While Kíli was kicking around, we held him, and Tauriel did an elves' magic on him, bringing him back to health. I sighed in relief. I felt a hand wrap around mine and looked at the owner of it. It was Fíli who had a really concerned look on his face while looking at his brother. I rubbed my thumb on his knuckles to comfort him a bit.

Then we heard a loud thund. I immediately ran outside and stood next to a dead orc body. I looked around and saw that Legolas was shooting at the most enemies. I pulled my knives out, but in the corner of my eye, I saw Fíli taking his dagger out too. I turned around and looked at him.

- Fíli.. Take care of your brother.. He needs you now..

I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked deeply into my eyes.

- But you also need me..

He said, pushing through me and walking outside. He killed one orc and I smiled.

- Tauriel! Please take care of them.

I said in elvish. She looked at me and nodded. I ran outside to follow Fíli. We fought side by side. We knew what we were doing, like we knew each other for our whole lives.

When town was clear (or we thought so), we saw a dragon up in the sky, blowing fire. We started running away. I put my hand inside Fíli's and tried helping civilians run away and save their lifes.

When we got on the coast, we saw Bard trying to shoot the dragon, which he did. He killed him. The monster flew up into the sky and fell down with a huge impact.

We started cheering. The Smaug was dead. I looked at Fíli who looked so happy that I couldn't even describe it. He looked at our intertwined hands and then at my face. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer. I blushed while looking down at him.

- I thought you said you weren't going anywhere..

I said with a pout, remembering their swim in the river. He chuckled and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

- Well... I'm here now..

We leaned closer to each other, our noses touching and eyes closed. We were like this for a few seconds before I decided to press my lips to his. He seemed amazed at my action, but quickly kissed me back. He put his hand behind my head, pulling me closer. My arms wrapped around his shoulders.

We pulled away when we heard people shouting with enthusiasm. I looked into the direction of people's looks and saw Bard from the distance.

♡~masterlist~♡

[tithnamath]

What I would do with Each Member from Thorin and Co for a Day

Hello dwarflings (and wandering travellers)! Today's post is influenced by a few imagines/oneshots I've come across. Enjoy :) (sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes in advance)

Balin - Deep conversations with history of each other's worlds. I would love to hear the history of dwarves and personal stories from Balin, and I would love to tell him history of the ancient world and the golden age of piracy.

Dwalin - OMG I would be so shy to be in a room with him haha. Definitely make cookies and brownies with him, although most of the dough and batter would be eaten by him before it goes into the oven. A tough, tattooed warrior-dwarf baking cookies is something I can see.

Thorin - Take him to therapy, the guy needs it. Jks, but he does need a lot of therapy. I'm not too sure of him as he isn't the best to have a conversation with. I think, I would like to show him my gecko, and talk about reptiles, especially dragons (this will sound mean). I really like dragons, to his confusion, so it would be a nice icebreaker to 'bond' together with.

Oin - Honestly, Oin low-key scares me. But as he is a healer, I would love to learn natural medicine and herbology. Middle-aged peasants would want me BURNED!

Gloin - I think he will just be yapping and me listening; mostly talking about his wife and Gimli which I would find super sweet. I read somewhere that Gloin fought in a war when he was super young, like 14 year old in human age. So, again war stories til the 'morrow.

Bifur - Despite a language barrier, we would be able to communicate through art as cringy as it sounds. I would like to do a workshop with him with making wooden trinkets.

Bombur - Anything to do with food haha. Have a cooking day were we cook our favourite foods for each other and rate them. Same with desserts as well. He's got to try my family's death by chocolate pie.

Bofur - KARAOKE! I'd be singing abba songs while Bofur is playing some filthy flute riffs haha. And after go to one of those public play area, but for adults, and get absolutely smashed while trying to climb through the rope webs.

Dori - I think naturally being a bit of a fashionista would come hand in hand with it for him. If we're not going to go clothes shopping I would like to go fabric shopping with him, and design and make a dwarven outfit.

Nori - I read on a oneshot/imagine (I can remember where, I'm sorry) that Nori loves cats, and I can see that. We can go to a cat cafe and play with the cats. As Nori is a bit of a *bad boi* and steals from time to time, I may or may not pay him to steal a cat or two for me. No ones going to know.

Ori - definitely a drawing day - perhaps a sketch day out somewhere. I feel like taking him to a nature reserve or a conservation zoo would be nice as he would get to see animals that wouldn't exist in Middle-Earth. The others won't believe him at - like a giraffe??? That's got to be made up.

Fili - cheeky flirt 1.0. Either binge watching forged in fire, or chilling in the woods. Yes, I'm 21 years old, but if I see a good stick or two, I will duel someone in a sword fight. And I feel like Fili would willingly participate.

Kili - cheeky flirt 2.0. Movie marathon - every Shrek movie and me having to explain every fairy tale beforehand so he would get the references. Shrek AND pizza! Icould see Fili, Ori and Bofur could join as well.

Bilbo - eat, read and eat some more. I feel like Bilbo would love the hear what you are reading/ have read, and recommend books for you. I think it would be great to explain genres that he hasn't heard of in the shire. Just keep him away from the smut booktok, he won't handle it at all!

Gandalf - He's such an instigator for drama and lives for it, so I'd be scared to bring him out in public haha. I think he would defo love to hear about online drama like stuff in gorl world. So, I would bring out a massive white board, print of photos and cut string as if its a detective board and explain the history of gorl world while Gandalf drinks tea (for red wine with a fruity bouquet).

That's all for now, love you all!

Tith Namath X

[auddy-95]

Bold

Fili x Sigrid

Sigrid's life has too many rules and restrictions. She's in need of a night of fun with someone who knows what they're doing.

It's a good thing she ran into Fili.

Figrid oneshot

Read on Ao3 or below:

Music was blasting from a nearby speaker, but even at its insane volume it was hard to tell what song was playing over the loud noises in the bar. There were bursts of drunken laughter and shouts for friends. There was the occasional sound of clinking glasses and a pool stick striking a cue ball, but Sigrid didn’t mind. In fact, she welcomed the noise and the chaos. It was so unlike the usual places she frequented with her friends, with its neon beer signs illuminating the room in odd colors and the peeling paint on the walls, that she found herself finally starting to loosen up from the day’s events.

“Are you feeling any better?” Tauriel asked her, with a look of pity that she would have hated if the girl hadn’t been her best friend.

“Yes,” she sighed. “No. I don’t know.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” Sigrid swirled her straw in her vodka cranberry. When she’d first called Tauriel just an hour before, she’d been so overwhelmingly furious that she’d been close to tears. Now that the anger had ebbed away and she was thinking with a little more clarity, she just felt…helpless. “This was a good idea. Coming to this place.” She motioned to the crowded bar. “Dad wouldn’t think to check here.”

“I figured you’d want an escape for the night.” Tauriel’s mouth curved into a smile as she too glanced around the packed room.  “Somewhere no one would recognize you. We can drink a little too much and be nicely hungover for that thing in the morning with our dads.”

Sigrid groaned. Right. They had some brunch event tomorrow which meant false smiles and pointless conversations. Dread filled her. Her life had recently started to become a cage. She was tired of the media scrutiny. Tired of the events and commitments. Tired of the boring people with fake smiles. Tired of the men who complimented her and pressed too close to her, only because they wanted to know her father. The cage she lived in was shrinking by the day and with her father’s words from earlier looming over her…well, if she didn’t do something to bend the bars of her enclosure it would suffocate her completely.

“Thank you.” Sigrid took a slow sip from her drink. The alcohol brought with it a welcoming warmth to her chest. “How did you find it?”

Tauriel’s grin grew wicked. Out of the two of them, she’d always been the most rebellious. Adoptive daughter of one of her father’s most trusted career partners, Tauriel had been raised in a life of luxury that she never took for granted or let go to waste. Unlike Sigrid, who’s life had been thrusted into the spotlight much later in life was much for cautious and reserve, Tauriel had learned long ago the best ways to sneak around.

“Do you remember that man I met?”

Sigrid paused. “Which one?”

Tauriel gave her sharp shove, slightly sloshing both their drinks. Sigrid laughed.

“Not funny. You know which one. The one I met last week.”

“Ah, yes.” Sigrid remembered the half-screaming voice message she’d gotten last Sunday morning. “The mystery man who-what was that you said in your message-gave you a total of four orgasms before he even took it out of his pants? That one?”

“Yes! Good memory. Well, we’ve been texting all week-.”

“Hang on.” Sigrid swallowed down part of her drink too quickly and let out a slight cough. “I thought that was a onetime thing?”

“It was supposed to be, but we had exchanged numbers and we’ve had some really great conversations. Who am I to ignore what could be fate? You know, he’s a Leo.  We’re practically destined to be together.”

Sigrid rolled her eyes. Tauriel was almost as obsessed with star signs and cosmic energy as she was with attracting with male attention. Not that Sigrid judged her for any of it. In fact, she had always been slightly envious of the confidence Tauriel emitted anytime she stepped into a room. Tauriel was gorgeous. With a tall, lean frame and flaming red hair that flowed down her back in waves, she commanded any space she occupied. It was a talent Sigrid had yet to pick up on. Not that she thought herself to be unattractive, but she wasn’t nearly as exciting to look at when her fawn-colored hair and brown eyes were next to her best friend.

“So, what then? You want to date him? Officially?”

Tauriel shrugged lightly, before finishing her drink. “Maybe.”

“Oh, Tar.” Sigrid swirled her drink again. “You can’t be serious? I know for a fact your only criteria for the men you pick up are ones that would piss your father off if he ever found out. Do you really think he’d let you get away with actually dating one of them?”

It was Tauriel’s turn to roll her eyes. “My dating life isn’t near as restrictive as yours. My father runs a business. Your father is the governor. Two completely different scenarios.”

“Your father owns most of the businesses in the state,” Sigrid corrected.

“Same thing.” Tauriel leaned across the table to grip Sigrid’s tanned wrist with a pale hand. “Listen, I’m not asking for your approval. My father has made himself pretty clear. As long as I stay away from anyone with the last name Durin, I can do what I want. He has my brother to be the pretty face of the company, after all.”

Sigrid gave a short laugh. She’d never given the idea any thought, but she wondered what her father would do if she walked through the front doors of their house with someone from the Durin family on her arms. Likely disown her.

“If you’re really against meeting him, I can ask him not to come,” Tauriel continued, still holding Sigrid wrist with a soft grip. “We already had plans to meet here tonight and I thought you could use the distraction-.”

“No. No, don’t cancel.” Sigrid held her hand back in a tight grasp, smiling sweetly. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a bitch. You’re right. Meeting your very generous, not-one night stand is exactly the kind of distraction that I need.”

Tauriel beamed. “You’re going to love him. He’s so funny and witty and oh my god his eyes and he’s got this accent-.”

“Maybe he has brother,” Sigrid mumbled, as she finished her drink.

“Well, I don’t know about a brother, but I do think you’ve got the right idea.” Tauriel’s mischievous grin was back and she peered around the bar, before leaning in to speak quietly. “You should get laid. Theres a ton of people in here tonight. Surely one of them-.”

“I do not want to have sex with anyone in here,” Sigrid interrupted, following Tauriel’s gaze around the room. “I just want to have a few drinks and forget how absolutely infuriating my dad is for one evening.”

“Oh please. That is exactly what you need. Your father has been controlling every move you’ve made for years and after what he said today-well, empower yourself with that! Remind yourself you’re your own woman. Be bold tonight. You can do whatever you want. You can do whoever you want.”

“You’re insane,” Sigrid laughed, shaking her head. “Sex might solve your life’s problems, but it won’t solve mine.”

“That’s because you’ve never had good sex. Believe me, good sex can fix anything.”

Sigrid grimaced. She hated that it was true. In her experience, sex was fine. Fine. How pathetic was it that the only word she could think of to describe what was supposed to be a euphoric experience was fine? But since her father’s election, the only men that she had access to were so incredibly boring, it wasn’t too surprising her few times being intimate were rather lackluster.  But Tauriel had a point. She had been angry-was angry-at her life. Her cage. Maybe giving herself one night where she was her own person making her own decisions was what she needed to survive her reality.

“I’m not going to say you might be right, because I’d hate to inflate your ego, but I will consider what you said.” Sigrid raised herself slightly in her stool, looking through the crowd. “So, where is mystery man?”

Tauriel glanced at her watch. “He should be here anytime.”

“Well, I’m in need of another drink.” Sigrid hopped down from her stool. “If he gets here before I get back, don’t let him take my seat.”

Sigrid turned, elbowing through the crowd to the bar. Even in her beige heels, she wasn’t very tall; unlike Tauriel who was easily several inches taller than her. A part of her wished she had changed before Tauriel had picked her up. She was still wearing the high waisted skirt and white blouse she’d worn to the ribbon cutting ceremony that afternoon. It didn’t look right in the crowd of denim and leather, but she had been too upset at the time to care much about what she was wearing and no one around her seemed to care anyway.

Squeezing past a couple of women wearing bright red lipstick and smelling heavily of hairspray, Sigrid had just reached the long wooden bar when the person next to her turned suddenly, knocking her sideways. She let out a small squeak as she started to topple over, but an arm lashed out, snagging around her middle.

“Ah, shit. Sorry!” The words were deep, spoken in a slight accent she had trouble placing.

Her hands flew to the shoulders of the person who had grabbed her, digging in tightly as her torso bent backwards. The man who had run into her had nearly fallen over as well. He was wavering slightly, outstretching the beer in his free hand to keep it from spilling over them both.

“It’s okay,” she gasped. She slid her hands from his shoulders to his biceps to steady herself. They were flexed underneath her touch.

“You’re alright?”

The arm around her didn’t move and for the first time, Sigrid looked into his face and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.

He wasn’t taller than her. In fact, they were pretty evenly matched in height. If she were to kick off her shoes he might have had a couple inches on her, but his shoulders were broad. Strong looking. His hair was a shade of golden blonde, longer on top and matching his short beard perfectly. It was his eyes though that held most of her attention. They were so piercingly blue, she didn’t think she’d ever seen anything like it.

She nodded quickly, feeling loose curls fall around her face. She was still leaning away from him, but his arm was securing her in place. The man holding her was wearing a plain white shirt with a simple black jacket. Dark jeans and boots. Simply dressed, but maybe it was the broadness in his shoulders or the beard or the apparent age difference or just the alcohol cursing through her system, but Sigrid couldn’t seem to focus on anything but how good he looked “I’m fine.”

“You sure? I ran into you pretty hard.”

She nodded again and the arm around her middle disappeared. Dropping her hands from his biceps, she smoothed them down her skirt and tried to hide the fact they were shaking. “All good. Promise.”

“Let me at least buy you a drink to say sorry.”

She glanced behind her to see if Tauriel was watching, but the crowd was too thick for their table to be in view. Besides, her friend’s mystery man was likely already entertaining her. Sigrid doubted she’d be missed for at least a few minutes. “Sure.”

He motioned for her to lead, walking closely behind her. The smell of his cologne and what she thought to be leather wafted from him and Sigrid suddenly found she had to concentrate very hard on walking. There was a small space available in the corner and they took it quickly. With one shoulder resting against the wall and the other brushing the man’s arm, Sigrid felt goosebumps appear on her exposed skin as she sat on the only available stool. She ordered her drink, and he drained his beer, before ordering a second.

“You really don’t have to buy me a drink,” she told him as her second vodka cranberry was placed in front of her. “It was just an accident.”

“Maybe I ran into you on purpose, so I could guilt you into have a drink with him.” He leaned against the bar and winked at her. She felt her cheeks redden.

“Did you?”

“Nah.” He took a long sip from his beer. “I’m actually that clumsy.”

Sigrid snorted and the corner of his mustache quirked.

“First time here, right?”

She supposed it must have been obvious that she didn’t frequent biker bars, but she still found the question slightly insulting, nonetheless. Catching her straw in between her teeth, she felt her brows pull together. “How would you know this isn’t my regular spot?”

He smirked at the same time a long piece of blonde hair fell over his forehead. The appearance it gave him almost wasn’t fair. “Because this is myregular spot and trust me, I would have remembered you. Let me guess, you usually go to some of the spots downtown?”

“So, what if I do?”

He shrugged, bringing his beer back to his mouth. “Nothing. Just curious what brings a girl like you to the outskirts of the city.”

Sigrid didn’t answer right away. A part of her wanted to thank him for the drink and find Tauriel, while the other part was enjoying the way his arms looked holding himself him up on the bar far too much. It only took her a few seconds to find out which side of her was winning.

“My friend brought me,” she explained. “It’s kind of been a rough day and I didn’t want to go to any of my regular spots. I didn’t want anyone to find me there.”

“Relationship trouble?”

Sigrid grinned. “Is that your subtle way of asking if I’m single?”

“I wasn’t trying to be subtle about it.”

“No, not relationship trouble. I am verysingle.”

He looked at her for several moments, his eyes light looking over her face, before darting down to where her legs were crossed in front of him. Her skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing a good portion of her thighs. Sigrid felt the betraying goosebumps again and took in a deep breath, trying to will them away.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked after a few beats of silence.

“Sigrid. Yours?”

“Fili. And before you think of some smartass comment, I know. It’s a stupid name.”

 “I wasn’t going to say anything like that!” she replied, indignantly. Fili laughed, a low sound deep in in his chest and Sigrid felt herself smile from it. “I really wasn’t.”

“Well, you’re a nicer person than me. I think it’s stupid.” His eyes scanned over her again. A crease appeared on his forehead. “Sigrid? Do I know you from somewhere?”

He’d probably seen her face on the news, standing next to her father at some speech or charity event, but Sigrid had no plans to mention that. The whole point of the evening was to be somewhere she wasn’t known and she didn’t want to ruin it. So, she settled for giving him a coy smile and replying, “I thought you said you would have remembered me.”

“I definitely would have.” More people approached the bar on the other side of Fili, forcing him to take a half-step closer to her. At that point, Sigrid had turned fully in her stool, sitting upright against the wall at her back. Her bare knee brushed against him. “So, no relationship trouble. Fight with your mom?”

“My mom died.”

“Ouch. Do I lose points for that one?”

“I didn’t realize we were keeping points.” She swirled her drink playfully. “And no. No lost points. It was a long time ago.”

“Hm, we should form a dead parent club.” He raised his glass. “Dad. When I was six.”

Sigrid clinked her glass against his. “To dead parents.”

Fili took a long drink before looking over her again. “Alright, city girl winds up at biker bar on the outskirts of town because of a bad day.  Not a problem with a nonexistent boyfriend. Not a fight with your dead mom, which by the way you get a point for not being offended by that.” He glanced down at her figure again and Sigrid swore his blue eyes stayed on her bare legs a second longer than necessary. “At the risk of actually offending you, I’m going to assume you still have one parent around. Fight with your dad?”

“Two points for you,” she drawled over the rim of her glass. “I didn’t realize what a cliché I was.”

“Everyone’s a cliché at some point. I wouldn’t out too much stock into it,” he replied easily. “How bad of a fight was it? Repairable?”

“Yes,” she answered, trying to sound lighthearted. “My life is very…structured. I’ve known for a long time what’s expected of me, but I got a very heavy reminder of it today. I didn’t like it. So, I said some really unkind things in a really unkind way and ran out the door. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but everything will be fine. I’ll go home tomorrow and everything will go back to normal.”

Fili seemed to be listening carefully. When she finished speaking, he nodded slowly. “I know what you mean. Maybe not as intensely, but I’ve had things laid out for me for a long time. My uncle has this family business that I’m expected to take over. When I was younger, it used to scare me. Made me feel like I didn’t have any control over my life.”

“You don’t feel like that now?”

“Nah, not for a while. I realized I could still be me, you know? Just because this one piece of my life was laid out for me, didn’t really mean anything. I had just been a pretentious shit about it.”

Sigrid laughed. “Well, I do want to be a pretentious shit about my problems a little longer and avoid reality until tomorrow.” It was Fili’s turn to laugh. “So, do I get any points for that?”

“One. For your honesty.”

Her mouth fell open. “What? I gave you two!”

“Not my problem,” he shrugged. “You’ll just have to try a bit harder to earn some more.”

Sigrid glowered, but the gleaming in his eyes had her biting back a smile quickly. “Fine. How do you suggest I earn more?”

Fili leaned closer. He was now so close, that her crossed legs were completely resting against his side. Warmth flooded her, from her cheeks all the way down to her toes. The smell of his cologne grew stronger and something foreign twisted low in her stomach.

“Impress me.”

Sigrid swallowed thickly. “Um, I volunteer at the children’s home a few times a month. Do I get a point for that?”

Fili’s face twisted into disbelief. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I am not!” Sigrid laughed at the expression on his face. “I’m being serious. I really do. It started as a charity event but I just couldn’t stop myself from going back. That was a couple years ago and I’ve been going ever since.”

“Un-fucking believable.” Fili shook his head, laughing as he drank his beer. “I’m sorry, but I can’t figure out what the catch is. You’re gorgeous, funny and you volunteer with orphaned kids?” He raised his brow dramatically. “How in the hell are you single? What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy? Only have six months to live? What is it?”

Sigrid was pretty sure her entire face had gone red from his comment. Gorgeous. She wracked her brain trying to remember the last time a man had complimented her without knowing who her father was and she was coming up blank.

“My dating pool is pretty small, if you must know,” she confessed, giving him a hard look. “And the occupants are not very…stimulating.”

“Dating pool,” he repeated. He gave her a skeptical look. “Care to elaborate?”

“No,” she smirked. “So, do I get a point for being a selfless volunteer or not?”

“Yeah, yeah. Take your point you little do-gooder.” He sighed dramatically, dropping a hand to rest on her bare knee. Sparks shot at the touch and she struggled to keep her face passive as heat from his hand seeped through her. “I think that puts you in the lead. I’ll have to even it up.”

She smiled sweetly, although a voice inside her head was screaming because his callused thumb had started to move on the inside of her knee. “Oh, really? How do you plan to do that?”

“Impress you.” Pressure appeared under his fingertips as he gently gripped her knee. Sigrid kept her sweet smile in place but could feel her face blushing. Fili must have seen it too, because he smirked before finishing off his beer. “Let me take you out for dinner.”

Sigrid lifted a brow. “It’s a little late for dinner.”

“Hm, you’re right.” Fili frowned in mock disappointment. “I guess it’ll have to be breakfast in the morning.”

“It’s an awful long time until morning.”

“True.” He jerked his head in the direction of the exit. “We could pass the time at my place.”

Sigrid felt her breath catch in her throat. Isn’t this what she had been hoping for? An evening to prove she was still her own person? Could make her own choices? A night where she wasn’t herself? Tauriel had said good sex could solve everything and Sigrid had never had it to be able to say otherwise. Besides, she it wasn’t as if she didn’t want to. The hand on her knee was still practically burning through her skin and Fili was looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. Looking at her like he wanted her. The thought that someone wanted her, just her, made a wanting heat burn low in her stomach and she wanted nothing more than for the man in front of her to satisfy it.

Bold. Tauriel had said to be bold.

Shit. Tauriel.

“Oh my god.” She leapt from her stool and Fili immediately dropped his hand from her knee. Raising on the tips of her heels, she tried to peer through the crowd. “I can’t believe I forgot-.”

“It’s completely fine. You can just say no.” Fili had lost his cocky grin and was looking at her with almost a panicked expression. He started to take a step back. “I think I misunderstood-.”

“No! No, no.” Sigrid grabbed his hand in both of hers. “That’s not what I meant. You didn’t misunderstand anything. I am such an idiot. I left my friend at our table and I meant to go back sooner. Give me two minutes, okay? She’s with some guy and I just want to check in with her real quick.”

The panic on his face melted. The half-grin was back. He pulled his hand out of her grasp, snatching it around her waist as he had when they first met and yanked her tightly against him. “Just in case you run out on me.”

Sigrid hadn’t even fully registered what he said before he pressed his mouth to hers. It didn’t last long. A couple seconds, at most, of her mouth moving against his but time itself seemed to slow down. There was nothing-absolutely nothing-but his beard and mustache scratching against her skin and his fingers digging into her hip. No crowded bar. No music.

He pulled away all too soon and Sigrid let out a shaky breath. “You can have a point for that.”

He laughed deeply, unwinding his arm from around her. “Find your friend. My brother is running around here somewhere. I’m going to let him know I’m leaving. Meet you out front?”

She nodded and they both went separately into the crowd. The bar had gotten busier since she’d left Tauriel at their table. It took her several minutes to remember which direction to go and then to find the table itself. Shoving past a group of men in leather jackets, she finally found her best friend exactly where she had left her.

“I’m so so so sorry.” Sigrid tried to force as much desperation in her voice as possible as she elbowed next to the table. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long.”

“Oh, please.” Tauriel’s face twisted into that same mischievous smile, her eyes glinting. “I saw that guy bump into you and follow you to the bar. You’re lucky my date found me pretty quickly after, otherwise I would have come and interrupted.”

“Off course you would have, “Sigrid deadpanned. “Listen, I’m going to be quick-wait. Where’s mystery man?”

Tauriel glanced around at the crowded bodies. “You just missed him. He got a text from someone he came with-his friend or cousin or something-and went to find him real fast.”

“Well,” Sigrid started. “I will not be able to able to meet him tonight. Don’t freak out, but-.”

Tauriel let out a gasping shriek that made several heads turn their way. “Shut up! Are you going home with that guy?”

Sigrid nodded, biting her lip excitedly. Her best friend let out another shriek, before thumping both of her hands on the table. “I knew this is what you needed! Where is he?”

“He’s meeting me out front. He’s probably already out there. It took me awhile to find you.”

“Oh my God. Okay. Ground rules. If the vibes are off when you get there, call me right away.”

“I will.”

“Remember, you can say no at anytime.”

“Noted.”

“And be safe! Make sure he wraps it up.”

“Thank you,” Sigrid grimaced. “Have fun with mystery man.”

Tauriel winked and Sigrid began elbowing her way to the front. It was so crowded, she lost sight of Tauriel only after a few steps. She had just started to shove through a group, when familiar hands appeared on either side of her waist. Fili emerged behind her, keeping a tight hold on her as he helped guide her through the crowd. Sigrid was hyperaware of everything; the fingertips burning through her blouse, his chest occasionally brushing against her back, and the smell of his. God. Damn. Cologne.

He kept both hands on her until they finally reached the exit and he freed one to shove open the door ahead of her. She was immediately greeted with a cool, night breeze. It might have been summer, but it was late and they were close enough to the harbor that the air had a chill to it. The sky above them was pitch black, but the parking lot was filled with glowing, neon lights, small groups chatting loudly and cigarette smoke.

“Did you find your friend?” Fili had dropped her waist, but she could feel the whisper of a hand hovering low on her back as they crossed the parking lot.

She nodded. “Did you find your brother?”

“He was pretty annoyed I interrupted him.” He looked sideways at her and grinned. “He was talking to some girl. I think he’s met her before, though.”

They approached a row of motorcycles and Sigrid froze. Any ounce of confidence she thought she had mustered up went flying from her in an instant. Fili kept moving, walking up to one she couldn’t even begin to think the name of, before stopping and jerking his head for her to come forward.

Sigrid remained where she was standing.

“Don’t tell me I’m losing a point for riding a bike.” He grabbed the helmet. “Aren’t girls supposed to be into this kind of thing?”

“I don’t want to die.”

His expression dulled and he approached again. Ignoring her crossed arms and hard look, he unceremoniously shoved the helmet over her head.

“You’re not going to die. If anything, I’ll be the one dying because you’ve stolen my helmet. Happy?”

Sigrid made a discontented noise, but didn’t say anything as Fili shrugged out of his jacket and slipped it over her shoulders. He was much broader than she was and it hung awkwardly from her , but it protected her from the chilly night better than her blouse had done. After making sure her helmet was secure, Fili got onto his back and gave her expecting look.

“But I’m wearing skirt.” It almost came out as whine.

“I’ve noticed.” Fili seemed to be fighting against a smile. “We can walk if you want, but that would take half the night and I have other things I’d rather be doing.”

Bold. Be bold.

Sigrid obeyed, wrapping her arms so firmly around his middle she had a quick thought that she might have been hurting him. If she was, he didn’t say anything.

“If neither of us die on the way there, you can have your point back.”

He laughed deeply. Enough so, that Sigrid could feel it vibrate in his chest. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, she focused on nothing but his smell and the feel of holding him tightly as the bike roared to life beneath them.

It didn’t take them long to reach his apartment. Sigrid held onto him with a death drip the entire time, but he didn’t seem to mind. There had been a couple times at red lights that his hand had appeared on her thigh that was squeezed on his side. Her skirt had ridden up impossibly short, but she had an inkling that he didn’t care about that either.

The building they pulled up to didn’t seem to be an apartment building. A large garage door opened and when he pulled inside, they were surrounded by long benches lined with tools. Sigrid gazed at it as she unwound her arms and slid off the back of the bike. It wasn’t until Fili had taken the helmet from her head that she put together the wide, garage doors and business-like glass door.

“Is this a mechanic shop?”

“Yeah. My place is above it.”

She looked back over the building again. “You own it? I thought you were taking over some family business?”

“I will.” He shifted the helmet under his arm. “My uncle’s business involves owning a lot of other places. This one is just mine and my brother’s. Something for us to practice with.”

“Wow.” She turned to face him, hugging his jacket close. “So, is this your weekend play? Run into girls, buy them a drink, then show them your cool bike and shop? Not that I’m judging. I’m just curious how often this works for you.”

“If I told you how long it’s been since I brought a girl back here, you’d probably take a point away.” He gave her a lopsided grin and there was another flash of warmth in her middle. “Good to know I give off the air of someone who does this often though.”

“Oh, you don’t do this often?” Sigrid eyed him, returning his grin. “That’s too bad. I was hoping for a good time tonight.”

“Woah, woah. Hang on.” Fili’s face hardened as he turned to face her fully. “Whoever said you weren’t going to have a good time?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “You just said you don’t do this often-.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Hm.” She looked him up and down. His jaw noticeably stiffened. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, you know. So, I kind of had high hopes for you.”

He moved closer, close enough Sigrid could have closed the difference between their mouths without moving her feet.

“Did you?”

“Mhm. My roommate told me a story of a guy she met last weekend. Apparently, she was pretty impressed. Something about four orgasms?”

“Only four?” The helmet clattered to the ground. Sigrid didn’t even have time to move before he’d sunk low, his rough palms grasping the back of her thighs. A noise escaped the back of her throat, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around his middle and grasped his shoulders. When he spoke, it was low. The sound scraped against every nerve ending in body. The small amount of heat that had been flickering inside of her burst into roaring flames. “Amateur.”

Sigrid laughed, before it was cut off by Fili’s mouth capturing hers.

***

She woke slowly. Exhaustion still weighed down her body, but there was a heavy arm slung around her middle and a warm breath in her hair and Sigrid knew she’d have a hard time falling back asleep. Nestling down into Fili’s pillow, she pulled the blankets tighter around her herself and the arm cradling her tightened slightly.

Sigrid’s back slammed into the door of the apartment. It’d taken them several minutes just to get up the damn metal steps. Somewhere close to her hip, Fili’s free hand was desperately trying to unlock the door, but was having difficulty as he couldn’t seem to tear his mouth away from hers. Not that Sigrid minded. Her entire world had filed down to the scratch of his beard on her skin and his tongue sweeping onto her mouth. Sparks were firing from everywhere his skin met hers; the hand holding the side of her face, his lips, the press of his hip against hers. It all was leading to a burning pressure between her legs.

The door swung open. She gripped her hands on the base of his skull as he picked her up again and kicked the door shut behind them.

There was a groan in her hair and Sigrid smiled slightly, still refusing to open her eyes.

“’Morning.” Fili’s voice was gravelly. It should have been embarrassing how just the sound of it made her stomach twist, but she didn’t care. Unashamedly, Sigrid slightly moved against him and he made the same groaning noise again. “Don’t be starting anything you don’t want to finish.”

A stack of papers scattered onto the kitchen floor. Sigrid was vaguely aware of knocking over a bowl, but her top had somehow disappeared and Fili’s hand holding her breast had every ounce of her attention. Ripping her mouth from his and gasping in a much needed breath, she leaned her head back against the kitchen cabinets, but Fili didn’t stop his attack. A hand held the side of her head as he groped her chest in the same rhythm that his mouth was sucking along her pulse point. He’d stepped in between her legs as soon as he’d shoved her onto the kitchen counter, but she widened them further as his hand forced her to expose more of her neck.

The hand overtop her bra vanished and she nearly whined from the loss of contact, but it appeared again under her skirt. Sigrid gasped again as his fingers swiped upwards, dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

“You sure?” The words were demanded against her smooth skin. Sigrid nodded pitifully, but it must not have been enough for him, because he forced her to look at him. The bright blue eyes were gone, replaced with something dark and burning that had Sigrid unraveling beneath their gaze. “Sigrid?”

“Yes.”

The words were barely out of her mouth and he was kissing her again with a sharp fierceness. In fact, the kiss was so dizzying, Sigrid didn’t notice his hand moving upwards again until it pushed aside her underwear. Her nails dug into his skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled into her mouth, his accent far more pronounced than before. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Where-,” she breathed. His hand had started to move between her legs and a whine interrupted her thought. “Where is your accent from?”

“Born in Auckland.” His mouth was on her jaw, moving slowly to a soft spot below her ear. The noise that came from her was horrific. She could feel Fili’s smirk on her skin. “Moved to Dublin when I was six. Moved here a few years later.”

A finger slipped inside her and Sigrid forgot she had even asked a question.

Sigrid turned under the covers, while Fili rolled onto his back. Tucked under his arm, she cuddled comfortably into his side. His chest was rising and falling slowly, and Sigrid took the opportunity to slowly open her eyes. The room was illuminated by one single beam of sunlight slipping past the curtains. Clothes scattered the floor; his jeans, her skirt, his boots. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her shoes and blouse. Probably somewhere in the front room still.

“Well, that’s two.” Fili spoke the words against the corner of her mouth. Sigrid was still gasping for breath as the ripples of pleasure resided, but she was pretty sure his mouth was turned upwards. He pulled his hand from between her legs and she whimpered. “How should we take care of the next one?”

Next one. In her past sexual encounters, she was lucky if she even finished, but Fili had just brought her to climax twice on his kitchen counter with nothing more than his hand. A part of her felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t gotten anything out of it and he must have seen it on her face. “I need to give you some bragging material. Can’t have your roommate outdoing us.”

Sigrid’s mouth curved upwards and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he hoisted her from the counter. She had no sense of direction. No idea of their surroundings. All she was aware of was his mouth on hers and his hands on her waist, guiding her backwards down a dark hallway. Her back hit a wall. Still only wearing her bra and skirt, the contact on the cold surface made her jump and something that had been hanging shattered to the ground.

She broke their kiss, but Fili’s mouth didn’t leave her skin. “I’m so-.”

“Leave it.” He said the words next to her ear and Sigrid giggled against the sensation.

“Hang on,” she ordered, lightly shoving him away, laughing softly as she squatted down to pick it up. It was a framed diploma, half of the glass shattered on the wood floor. “Oh, your degree. I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new frame.”

“It really doesn’t matter.” He went to take it out of her hands, leaning in for another kiss, but Sigrid had read the writing on the paper and yanked the broken frame back in front of her. He froze, the heat disappearing from his features as he looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This is yours?”

“Yes,” he answered, slowly. “Why?”

“Like this is your actual, legal name?”

His face deadpanned. “Okay, I already said I have a stupid name-.”

“This is really your last name?”

Fili nodded, obviously still confused and worried, but Sigrid couldn’t help herself. She just started laughing. Looking down at the diploma and the large font that plainly said ‘Fili Durin, MS in Business Analytics’ in the middle, she couldn’t stop herself. Tears were forming in her eyes and even though she was standing in a glass covered hallway, in nothing but a bra and skirt, with the most attractive man she ever met, Sigrid couldn’t stop.

“What is going on?” he asked. He yanked the degree out of her hands and glanced down at it like he was trying to understand what was happening. “Are you okay?”

“My last name is Bowman,��� she explained in between laughter. She wiped her eyes. “As in Bard Bowman. I’m-.”

“Oh, fuck.” Fili’s eyes went wide as the realization. “You’re the governor’s daughter.”

Sigrid let another choke of laughter and doubled over. “Our families hate each other!”

“What were you doing on our side of town?” he demanded, but his own face was glowing in amusement. He tossed the broken frame somewhere down the hallway. “Jesus Christ, Sigrid.”

“My friend I came with is Thranduil’s daughter.” Sigrid had to wipe her eyes a second time. “We didn’t want to be recognized.”

“My uncle hates him more than your dad.” Fili was laughing now too. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe her cheeks.

“You want to know what the best part is,” she heaved, struggling to breathe through the snorts of laughter. “That fight we got into? It was because I don’t want to date anyone in his political circle. They’re so unbelievably boring, but he wants me with someone that’ll give the family a good image and-and-.” She couldn’t continue through the laughing.

Fili laughed openly with her, scooping her up again and kissing her fiercely even through her giggles. “And now you’re about to be fucked by his worst enemy’s nephew.”

His boots crunched over the broken glass as he carried her into his bedroom, laughing and kissing her all the way.

“Did you sleep alright?”

Sigrid glanced up at him. His eyes were still closed and his blond hair was sticking up at funny angles.

“Mhm.” She raised herself up slightly, resting her chin on her hands close to his face. “Did you?”

“I did,” he answered in a low voice, slowly peaking open his eyes to look at her. They were still heavy with sleep. “Until my brother got home with his date. Be thankful you slept through that.”

She breathed a laugh, laying her head back down on his warm a chest. A rough hand slipped under the shirt was wearing-a shirt of his-and moved slowly up and down her spine.

Her skirt had been thrown somewhere across the room. Bouncing slightly as Fili tossed her down on the bed, she had the perfect view as he stood before her and shrugged out of his shirt. Greeted with the sight of him shirtless, chest heaving, and giving her that look of wanting she desired so much, Sigrid was practically salivating as she waited for him to climb on top of her.

Instead, he grabbed her behind her knees and yanked her body towards the edge of his bed. She threw her head back onto his comforter as he leaned over her, pressing open mouth kisses from her neck, then to the top of her breasts. At the same time, his hands were on her hips, fingertips hooking into the top of her underwear. Pushing away the momentary flush of insecurity, Sigrid raised her hips as he slid them down her legs. She shivered as the most heated part of her came into contact with the cool air, but his mouth had appeared on her skin again. His beard scratched in between her breasts and then above her belly button. Sigrid squirmed as he dragged it lower, his tongue swirling low on her stomach as he sunk to his knees in front of her-.

Sigrid jerked and Fili had the sense to grab her knee in a fast, bruising grip before it smashed into the side of his face. She sat upright, face and chest flushing the deepest shade of red as she looked down at him.

“What are you doing,” she demanded, but it came out too breathily to have the affect she wanted.

Fili still had the iron grip on her knee, but when he spoke, it was with slow, calculated words. “Do you not want me to?”

She swallowed thickly. She could feel the embarrassment leaking out of her as she just continued to look at him kneeled in front of her.

“In your small dating pool you mentioned,” he started, slowly. The hand on her knee slowly loosened. His thumb moved in careful, comforting circles. “Did any of those ‘not very stimulating’ occupants every do this?”

She shook her head.

“Would you let me try? I promise if you don’t like I’ll stop. You just say the word.”

She contemplated a moment. Bold. She was supposed to be bold tonight and he did look awfully good in front of her like that. So, taking a deep breath, she laid back down on the comforter and forced her legs to relax.

His mouth moved on the knee she’d almost blackened his eye with, moving upwards at a slow pace.

“You know,” he started, again. His mouth was on her thigh, his voice vibrating on the sensitive skin. Sigrid whimpered and she felt that stupid, cocky grin again. “I hear the beard helps with this sort of thing.”

She was about to ask what he meant, but then his tongue licked up her center and her world went white.

Sigrid didn’t know how long she laid on him like that, but gradually the sounds of traffic grew louder and more frequent and the single beam of sunlight became brighter. Raising herself on her elbow, she found Fili already watching her. Smiling, she swung a leg over waist and sat on top of him and giggled as he let out a groan.

“This is bringing back fond memories.” He hitched up the shirt hanging off of her, splaying his hands on her side. “Ready for round two?”

Still smiling, she leaned forward until her mouth was brushing his. “I have to go.”

Damp, loose hairs stuck to her forehead as she grabbed his face with both hands, molding her mouth to his. His beard and mustache were damp, and she could taste herself as his breath filled her. He’d climbed on top of her moments before, ripping her bra off her and kicking off his jeans and boxers beforehand. As he kissed her back, one of his hands was digging frantically in the drawer of his nightstand.

“What are we up to?” He ripped a foil packet with his teeth, before his hand disappeared between them. “Five?”

“I have no idea,” she breathed.

She felt the blunt head of him at her entrance. Just as she prepared herself, Fili rolled until she was straddling his waist. Sigrid’s hand splayed on his hair-covered chest, more red and heat flushing her face.

“I plan on getting a couple more out of you,” he explained, his eyes travelling up every inch of her exposed body. “This will make it a bit eas-holy shit, Sigrid.”

The words had come out of clenched teeth. She’d gripped him at his base, before rising up and sinking down onto him in one fluid motion. She’d let out an ungodly moan as she stretched to accommodate him. The hands on her sides were digging in so hard she knew there would be marks in the morning, but no movement came from underneath her. Through the haze of building pleasure, she looked down and saw every muscle in Fili’s arms were flexed as he held her. His jaw was clenched tightly and understanding dawned on her.

He was waiting for her to move first.

Using the hands on his chest for balance, Sigrid knew she’d never forget the noise that left his throat as she ground hips into him.

“Go?” A crease appeared on his forehead. “What happened to letting me take you out for breakfast?”

“I have a brunch thing later and I think we slept in-,” her eyes trailed to the clock on his nightstand and her stomach dropped. “Oh my god, we really slept in. Is that seriously the time?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Fili swung his head around to look at the clock too, but she was already scrambling off the bed. Tauriel was going to kill her. She should have called her ages ago to come pick her up. They were both going to show up late and their fathers would be asking questions.

Wicked satisfaction swirled in her chest at the remembrance of who exactly she spent the night with.

“I need my phone.” She’d found her skirt on top of his dresser. Fili had jumped off the bed as well and had just yanked on a pair of sweats. He started looking around the floor, before tossing her cell to her. “Do you see my underwear?”

“At least give me your number before you leave,” he said as he started ripping the blankets off the bed. “Fuck, where did I throw them?”

Sigrid was already zipping her skirt. Fili, who’d been looking under his bed, appeared holding her lacy blue underwear. Sigrid made a grab for them, but he held them out of her reach.

“Number first.”

“Seriously,” she hissed. “Fili, we-you know we can’t.”

“Why not?” he shrugged indifferently. “It could be fun.”

Sigrid nearly argued further, but the simple truth was she didn’t want to.

“Fine.” She grabbed a pen from the open drawer of his nightstand, before grabbing his arm and writing the number to cellphone across his forearm. The underwear dropped in front of her and she quickly put them on. She shoved her phone underneath her ear as it started to ring. “You realize we’re going to be in so much trouble for this.”

He grinned, grabbing her chin gently. “That’s what’ll be so fun about it.”

The ringing on her phone stopped and a voice appeared. “Hello?”

“I am so late. I know,” Sigrid said defensively into the phone. “I’m ready for you to come get me-.”

She swung open the door to Fili’s bedroom, intent on retrieving her shirt and her shoes from wherever they had vanished, but the door across from her opened at the same time. Tauriel stood in front of her, wearing the same pair of leggings she had on at the bar last night, but was sporting a t-shirt with ‘Dale Archery Team’ splayed across it in large letters. Her flaming hair was frizzy and she too had her phone raised to her ear.

Sigrid thought she might have tears in her eyes as pleasure erupted from every nerve in her body. She had her arms wrapped so dangerously tight around Fili’s shoulders, she would have wondered how he was managing to breathe if she had been capable of thinking about anything.

Sweat was covering her skin and was glistening on Fili as well. He was propping himself up with one arm, while the other was snagged tightly around her waist as he thrusted upwards. But the movements were losing their rhythm and Sigrid was still coming down from her high as he suddenly flipped them, driving into her with an unrelenting force.

Her nails bit into his shoulder as he buried his face into her neck, cursing loudly as his hips gave a few final, deep thrusts. Then, there was stillness.

There was no sound in the room other than their breathing. Sigrid brushed her fingers over the sweaty strands of his hair, trailing them down his neck as they both caught their breath. Fili, who’d been holding himself up on his elbows, pulled himself from her and a tiny noise escaped her.

“You’re alright?” The low voice was oddly calm compared to the things he’d groaned into her ear the past several minutes. Sigrid smiled tiredly and nodded. He disappeared from the bed, but she’d rolled over and couldn’t see him. She heard him dispose of the condom and then rummage in his dresser. A moment later, his weight appeared next to her on the bed. He’d thrown on a pair of boxers and had laid a shirt next to her. “Stay the night?”

She only seemed to be capable of nodding. Slipping on the shirt, Sigrid was falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow. Weight appeared on her side, and it took her a moment to realize he’d slung an arm around her. Scooting back to press her back to him, Sigrid had the thought that she could have get used to going to sleep like that.

“You can have infinity points for that,” she mumbled into the pillow.

The last memory she had before exhaustion over took her was Fili’s quiet laughter behind her.

“Tar-?”

“Sig-?”

A man appeared next to Tauriel. Black hair and stubble speckling his jaw, he looked slightly younger than Fili, who appeared over her shoulder. They might have had different hair colors, but Sigrid noticed the similarity in their bone structure immediately.

“This is the mystery guy?” Sigrid demanded as she shoved her cell phone in her pocket. She shot Fili a look. “My best friend has been hooking up with your brother!”

“I didn’t know!” Fili glared across the hallway at the man next to Tauriel. “What the hell are you doing messing around with Thranduil’s daughter?”

“Hey, I didn’t find out until last night.” His brother raised his hands defensively, before sending Sigrid a wide grin. He stretched hand out across the hallway. “Kili. Nice to meet you. Congratulations on ending this one’s dry spell.” His eyes landed back on Fili. “And what are you going on about? From what I hear, I could say the same thing about Bard’s daughter.”

Fili’s face glowered towards his brother and Sigrid bit back a grin.

“You slept with Kili’s brother?” Tauriel’s mouth was still gaping openly, but it was slowing beginning to curve upwards. “Why didn’t you say last night-?”

“I didn’t know either.” Sigrid looked at the man next to her and then the couple across the hall. “Well, this is great. We’re all being disowned.”

“Sounds like a good time. It’s been a while since we’ve made that vein in Thorin’s temple pop out, eh brother?” His accent was thicker than Fili’s, more Irish sounding. Sigrid imagined Tauriel hearing it in the bar for the first time and knew instantly what had gotten her friend so interested in him. “Weren’t you girls late for something?”

Shit.

They both darted down the hall.

“Glass!” Fili yelled after them and Sigrid sidestepped the mess she’d made the night before.

She found her heels by the front door and her top was laying on the kitchen counter. She didn’t take off the one Fili had loaned her though. She was just slipping into her shoes, when Fili came from down the hallway, holding out her bra. On the other side of the room, Tauriel and Kili were making plans to see each other again.

“Should I hold this hostage too?” He swung the bra around his finger.

Sigrid snatched it out of his hands, right before he grasped either side of her face. He kissed her softly, his mouth moving with hers slowly for only a few seconds before he pulled away. Sigrid raised her free hand, overlapping one of his on her cheeks.

“I had a really nice time.” Sigrid leaned into his touch as spoke. She was already wondering if he would really call her later. “Thanks for being a good one night stand.”

“You still haven’t had a one-night stand,” Fili told her in a quiet voice. “This isn’t over.”

Sigrid flushed as he kissed her again.

[asgardianhobbit98]

Four for Valentine: Week 4 "Sugar"

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Fili / female OC (Kalâtha)

Important Tags: Fluff, romance, start of a relationship, Dwarven Culture HC

Summary: Put on cooking duty by Thorin, Fili and Kalâtha have a heart to heart about why Fili has been acting so distracted lately. The reason? Dwarves only love once.

Words: 2163

Written for my "Four for Valentine" event 🩷

Tag list: @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @knittastically @heilith @lathalea @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @nowandthane

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Dwarves only loved once.

That thought kept distracting Fili during a quest that was sure to become historically known to his kin. And it was embarrassing.

Fili should be focusing on the quest at hand. He should be focusing on keeping his brother protected. And he should be focusing on showing Thorin how far he’d come; that his uncle could be proud to call him crown prince soon. Yet… here he was. Doing the opposite of focusing.

Such an important quest… and all he could think about was her.

Whether the others were aware of what was distracting Fili, he wasn’t sure of. Either way, his uncle had suddenly begun to task him and Kalâtha to do chores together when camping for the night, leaving Kili to work with Ori. Which was odd because his uncle never separated the two brothers. Especially considering the deal Thorin had made with Dis to make sure both her sons stayed close to keep an eye on each other.

So perhaps at least his uncle knew?

It had begun as a childhood crush. Which then stuck with him into his teenage years. He’d thought it would be nothing more but that. But… then in his young adult years Fili felt the crush only grow stronger and grasp onto his heart.  

Even when Kalâtha left the Blue Mountains to pursue a path of self discovery, Fili had not felt his feelings dissipate in the slightest. No matter the week long flings he’d had with others, Kalâtha was always the one on his mind in the late hours of the nights, even when not alone in his own bed.

And now…?

Now as they had picked her up from her new life among the humans in Bree (of all forsaken places) and found her just the same, just with a tad more confidence, Fili felt his feelings… blossom. As if he had just fallen down from the cliff he had been hanging from all this time, down into a vast ocean of warmth and uncertainty with the waves of both these feelings crashing into him painfully, anxiously, lovingly… lustfully.

And he was stuck. Because…

Dwarves only loved once.

Did Kalâtha feel the same? Did she look at him differently? Did she even view him this way?

If she didn’t…

“Fili?”

“Huh?” he blurted out a little louder than he should have.

“Are you even listening to me?” she asked, with little malice in her voice. Instead, she was smiling, close to laughing at him… He would be fine if she laughed at him. She could be cruel and vicious to him too if she wanted. It didn’t matter… He was far gone in his love for her and any attention was like a high to him. But she could never be cruel. She was too good for that. Luckily. Because he truly would have let himself be tossed around by her if she so desired.

“Fili?” 

She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. He’d gotten lost in her again.

Now, though, she looked worried. “What is up with you? You’ve been acting strange this entire journey. Are you ill?”

Fili shook his head, his braided moustache hitting the sides of his cheeks with the urgency of his gesture. “No, not ill.”

“Then what?”

The two of them were sitting crouched in front of the campfire, waiting for Bofur to get it started. Their task was to cook dinner. Which… Fili had to admit wasn’t his strongest side. Kalâtha ended up doing most of the work.

“What indeed,” Bofur teased with a little look to Fili.

Okay, so the entire company did know what was up with Fili.

Somehow that didn’t comfort Fili in the slightest. It only gave him more anxiety because how could he show his uncle he could lead a people some day when he dropped his daggers or tripped over nothing whenever Kalâtha glanced his way?

“Uh… Well, I’m not quite confident in my cooking abilities,” Fili lied.

Kalâtha giggled. That gorgeous divine giggle that she had. She flipped her beard braids to the side a bit in a cocky gesture at which Fili smirked: “Don’t worry, I know how to make an amazing stew.”

“Good,” Fili responded. “I’d expect nothing less from you.” That had meant to come out as praise because he truthfully thought everything she did was amazing, and perhaps it had because Kalâtha hadn’t originally reacted... But in his stupid state, Fili panicked: “Oh uh… Not because you’re a woman. I simply meant-“

“Fili,” Kalâtha interrupted with a laugh. “You’ve not changed a bit, have you?”

“No… I suppose I haven’t.”

He glared at Bofur as he snickered at the exchange. Great… Another moment where he’d made a fool of himself.

…

During the duration of their chore, Fili did mainly some chopping… and the rest was staring. At Kalâtha.

She was busy, determined to teach Fili the recipe of her stew. But she wasn’t aware of the fact that the only details Fili was taking in were the details of her face, her beard, her hair, her ears, her nose…

He was closer to her now than he was usually when he found himself able to freely watch her. So he saw all these new little details that he adored. Like how she wrinkled her nose a bit when opening the lid of the pot and steam touched her face. Or how her lips moved when she said his name. How sometimes she bit her lower lip when focusing on a task like stirring the stew. Or perhaps it was mild anxiety that made her do so as she was a perfectionist. She was most certainly worrying about this not tasting the way it should, even if that only meant there being a little bit too much or too little salt.

“Fili?”

He blinked out of the stare, quickly pretending that he had, indeed, been listening.

“More salt.”

Fili reached back, not wanting to stop watching her, and grabbed the bag he thought to be salt, handing it to her. Trusting him, she didn’t double check the contents of the bag and simply put the required amount of salt into the stew.

“There. And then, you let it simmer for a few minutes before tasting, so the spices have time to melt into the vegetables and meat.” Kalâtha turned her head to Fili, catching his eye. Or, rather, his stare.

A smile spread over her lips.

He smiled back.

“Did you listen to a single thing I just said?”

Fili eagerly nodded his head. “We have to let it simmer for a bit.”

“And before that?” she tasked him with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh… Basilica makes a good replacement for oregano?”

He hadn’t gotten it right. That was obvious. Because Kalâtha stared at him in disbelief for a moment before shaking her head. “Okay so… are we going to talk about it?”

“What?” Fili asked panicked.

“About what’s up with you? Come on, Fili. You’re my closest friend. At least, you were before I left. You can still talk to me.” She reached out, surprisingly hesitant for the confident woman that she was, and grasped his hand in hers. “Fili?”

“I.. uh…” he stuttered out, the nerve endings in his fingers exploding under her touch and sending shockwaves of literal alarm to his brain, shortcutting everything, it seemed. “Uh…”

And then she looked… sad. Grieved by his seeming hesitance to talk to her.

And all of a sudden any panic, any hesitance, disappeared in an instance because underneath all that fluster and the nerves was the core of his love for her, which burned brighter than any nervousness he might have: and that core was made up of his love language, which was protection.

From everything.

Even little moments of hurt feelings.

And this was one of those.

He squeezed her fingers tightly and stopped stuttering as he reassured her with a determined look: “You’re right. I have been acting strange. A fool, some might say. But that is not because I view you any different. Or… It is, but it is in no way a negative view.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

The bustle of the Dwarves around them doing their assigned chores meant a strange bubble of privacy was created. Only the two of them were listening to each other, others too busy. And it felt more intimate than any other private moment they’d shared before when it was just the two of them in one room.

It helped give Fili the boost of confidence he needed.

“I mean I think you’re… amazing. I have thought so since the first time your parents brought you over during that dinner… Dis and your mother were speaking the entire night, and you were so shy. I didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Kili ended up talking my ear off,” Kalâtha reminisced, smiling wonderfully at what Fili was saying. She seemed a little hesitant… no, nervous? But her confidence, her calmness, was infectious. Despite what Fili was about to admit to her, he felt secure and safe with her. As if no matter what her answer was, he was in good hands. “Then he brought you over and you talked my ear off.”

“That’s – Well, yes, I suppose I did.” She giggled. He smiled. “I didn’t know why I was so nervous approaching you then. Only years later did I realise you made me nervous. But not in a bad way. A good way.”

Kalâtha grew quiet now, watching Fili intently. Or was that… hopeful?

“And then those sort of…”

“Butterflies?” she clarified, as if knowing.

Now Fili grew hopeful too. “Yes…” he breathed out. “Yes, just like butterflies. They stayed. Throughout my entire youth. I thought maybe… it was just…”

“A crush. But then it didn’t go away,” Kalâtha finished for him. As he watched her, dumbfounded by her means to finish his thoughts, she smiled sweetly at him. “My dear, did you think you were the only one?”

“I did, actually.” Fili’s honest response made her the dumbfounded one. “I thought there was no way you could feel this way for me. Especially not since I’ve been acting a fool this entire journey.”

Kalâtha giggled. Then she chuckled and slowly her chuckles turned into a snorting laughter. ���Oh,” she managed to get out, “is that why…?”

“Yes.” Fili blushed, his brows furrowing into a pleading look upon which Kalâtha calmed herself down and squeezed their still intertwined fingers to reassure him. “I never thought…”

“Dwarves only love once,” Kalâtha repeated the words Fili had been worrying about this entire time. “I was scared that I’d lost my chance at love to someone who could never even think about liking me back. So I never mentioned it.”

“I… That’s exactly why I never did!”

Then the two shared a bout of laughter together, inching closer to each other in a gesture that was… new but welcome.

But before any more words could be said, or before any other loving gestures could be made – Bofur appeared again.

“How’s food coming along?”

Letting go of each other’s hands, Fili watched as Kalâtha opened the lid of the pot once more and showed the food to Bofur.

He sniffed the aromas happily, either completely unaware of what he had just interrupted, or finding some amusement in interrupting it… Either way, he looked very pleased with himself.

And he also had an extra bag of coins at his side.

“Smells heavenly. A little sweet too, what’s in it?” Bofur asked.

“Sweet?” Kalâtha asked in confusion. “No, it shouldn’t be sweet.” She grabbed a spoon to fill it up with some of the sauce, tasting it…

She pulled a face of surprise, then slight disgust.

She looked around at the spices they’d used, frantically searching for the culprit of whatever had made her stew taste strange enough for her to pull a face Fili hadn’t seen before.

Then she slowly lifted the salt bag. Her eyes shifted to Fili. Bofur glanced between the two of them. “What’s wrong?”

Fili wondered the same thing, raising an eyebrow at Kalâtha.

“Fili… You gave me sugar, not salt.” She looked amused. After their conversation, it was obvious why he’d been distracted enough not to notice this mistake. At least he wasn’t getting reprimanded.

“Well, I’m glad it amuses some of ya. Bombur’s not gonna be quite so happy,” Bofur pointed out.

Kalâtha sighed. “It’s alright. I can fix it. Just tell everyone it’s gonna take a few extra minutes before we eat.”

Bofur left with this message, and somewhere from camp Kalâtha and Fili could hear a distinct ‘aww…’ from Bombur at the disappointment of having to wait longer.

But Kalâtha and Fili didn’t mind in the slightest. Now actually capable of focusing, Fili sat with his arm around her waist, offering her the right ingredients whilst relishing in the feeling of her leaning against him…

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Recovery

By Wolfsbane_and_Nettles

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 6,246 words

Summary:of Five Armies, Thorin decides to take responsibility for what has happened to Bilbo, and leaves for the Shire to tell the Thain of what had transpired. The only problem is...is that Thorin has no clue what a "Thain" is exactly, and why he needs to tell him of what happened to Bilbo.

My thoughts: There's something very sweet about taking over another's duties until they are well enough to perform them again.

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❤Reasons why everyone needs a Fili ❤

❤he gives the best Hugs , i mean look at this man and tell he doesn't like to hug you

❤He respects your Boundaries , if theres something you don't wanna do or do not feel comfortable with , he is ok with that

❤He communicates with you openly , if something bothers him , he will tell you sometimes after some time but never never

❤He is a great listener and doesn't judge

❤ On the other side he loves to talk or maybe even read to you

❤He can make you laugh anytime even when you don't feel like it

❤He is you biggest supporter , in everything , he is always your Number 1 Fan

This was it for now , let me know if you want more of these , cause my head is full of that stuff , maybe i can also do Red flags

[cosmic-glow]

Hi, so I've updated this "list" here and wanted to let you know that I now write for The Hobbit characters too! So if you have any requests from this fandom to do, you can send them to me :)

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Imagine: Kissing Fili