#fili series

[koisuko]

The winner of the pole, The Hobbit series! Time for some fluffy bilbo action. Bilbo is so adorable, gotta protect him at all costs❣️

Tw: none, fluff, gn reader, use of “you”, aimed to be platonic but can be whatever you’d like

An early nights rest, that’s all you wanted. On top of the nightmares, a grueling several days constantly walking and fending for your lives, all for the sake of bringing the king back to his mountain. You signed up for it, you suppose, but you certainly didn’t sign up for the heavy snores and coughs of Bombur blissfully unaware of the moths he was inhaling.

The constant tossing and turning was futile, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips as you finally flip on your back. You stare up at the stars, sinking ever so slightly into the bed roll beneath you, the fabric providing just a little bit of cushioning from the cold hard ground. Yet another night where sleep seems to escape you, slipping from your grasp like an empty promise. As you squint up at the sky, you could almost see the nightmares taking shape. The darkness of your half lidded eyes harbored flashing images of orc raids and troll kidnappings, it made you shudder at the core.

The images seem to vanish with a huff of frustration sounding beside you, breaking you from your fear ridden trance. Your gaze lands on the company burglar, Bilbo Baggins, sat beside the fire, on a stump of a long forgotten willow tree. You couldn’t quite make out what he was doing, his back facing you and posture hunched. You were too curious to ignore it, and much too restless to even try and sleep now. With a stretch, you stand from your bedroll, quietly approaching as to not wake the others. The closer you got, the more you picked up on the brittle sound of something being cut with a crude knife. You also caught a glimpse of flashing reflections from the flames dancing on the metallic surface. Now, you stood just behind him, peaking over his shoulder to reveal a pair of shaky hands attempting to whittle what looked like a small animal.

“Can’t sleep?” You whispered, watching him jump and nearly drop the items in hand. You giggled at how jumpy he tends to be, watching his eyes go from big, doe like orbs and back to normal again. “Not at the moment,” he replied, patting the seat beside him, to which you obliged. “What’s on your mind Bilbo?” You didn’t look at him, instead, looking to the stars once again. “Home sick, I suppose,” he paused for just a moment, staring down at the wood in his hands. You could see him caress the texture of the bark, skimming over it with his thumb whilst deep in thought. “I feel like I was wrong to come along,” he kept his head low as he spoke, “I don’t belong here.” You halted your fixation on the stars to shoot him a look of confusion. Your brows knit together, letting the words hang in the air for a moment in silence. “Bilbo, you belong more than you believe,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before dropping it back to your side. “We all need you,” you give him a gentle smile, watching him mirror it as his own. “You really think so?” He asked, his voice became a little more confident, and a light tint of red spread on his cheeks. You nod, “I know so.”

You sat together in a peaceful quiet for a moment, soaking in the heat of the fire to fend off the chills of the night air. A thought popped into your mind, remembering the task he had previously been doing. “You whittle?” You asked, jerking your head to the knife and wood he held. He looked down, as if forgetting he was even holding anything before gently pressing the blade to the surface of the wood. “Learning to, although it’s a lot harder than I believed it would be,” he twisted the wood in his hand, probably envisioning the completed artwork. “What were you aiming to make?” You questioned, your head tilted slightly to portray your curiosity. He shrugged, averting his gaze to the bright flames of the campfire, “A sheep, it reminds me of home.” He smiled at the thought, taking a deep breath of the crisp night air. “There are plenty in the Shire, perhaps you can see them someday,” he looked to you for a reaction, grazing over the features of your face before looking back down at the fire. “That sounds pleasant,” you felt your eyes grow heavy from just the thought of the Shire, the friendly halflings and bountiful sheep population combined with the smell of freshly grown crops. He nodded in agreement, looking back to the stars ahead, “I hope to show you after all of this.”

[elronds-library]

Tales of a Disgruntled Hobbit

by karategal

As Consort Under the Mountain, Bilbo quickly realizes that there's a lot more to dwarves than meets the eye. Short drabbles that focus on the lives of the Company after the Battle of the Five Armies and before the War of the Ring. Expect quite a lot of little Frodo, hurt/comfort moments, and Erebor's favorite royals.

Teen, No Archive Warnings

Words: 45,114

[laurfilijames]

Masterlist

Charlie Hunnam Characters:

Will 'Ironhead' Miller (Triple Frontier)

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Jay Mills (Deadfall)

Pete Dunham (Green Street Hooligans)

Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen)

Percy Fawcett (The Lost City of Z)

Dr. Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak)

Lin Ford (Shantaram)

Dean O'Gorman Characters:

Fili (The Hobbit)

Anders Johnson (The Almighty Johnson's)

Will Johnson (Wanted)

Ford Lampton (The Bad Seed)

Evan Lace (Westside)

George Lowe (Hillary)

Ryder Harrison (Vegas)

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Fics I've been working on and want to know who's interested? I just haven't seen much of certain types of fic, certain OC types etc for these characters or much fic at all for some of them, so I've been writing it myself and wanna know who is keen to read!

Kai-125 x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Karlach x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Fili x fem oc (dropped in universe)

Andromache the Scythian x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Eskel (Netflix) x fem oc (both in universe and dropped in)

[alloftheimaginesblog]

worthy {kili}

plot: kili's the one who comforts you when you freak out about your outfit at fili's coronation

character: kili x plus size female reader

part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

Your hands hadn't stopped fidgeting with the sleeves of the deep blue dress that you'd been gifted by the Elves. It was beautiful, a royal blue silk that had such intricate gold embellishments sewn in along each hem and on the bodice. It was gorgeous and it fit like a glove but you weren't happy with the way it looked on you.

As you looked in the mirror, tugging the fabric that lay over your stomach, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious as you stared at your reflection. You'd been around the Dwarves and been part of the Company for so long that you'd gotten rather used to hiding your plump Dwarven figure under thick furs and leathers so now that you were here, getting dressed for Fili's King Coronation, it felt alien to be dressing this way.

It was no secret that you were fat; the Company knew it and accepted it but it made you feel vulnerable showing your body this much (and you weren't really showing your body at all as the Elven dress was very modest and covered all but your neck and hands). It was more the fact that your stomach was more prominently highlighted than you were used to.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, "Lady (y/n)?" It was that voice you knew all too well. It belonged to that of your friend, Kili. Kili was something special. He saw you, truly saw you for everything you were and everything you wanted to be, "I was told that you're unsure about your outfit? Can I come in?"

With a sigh, you walked to the door and opened it, "Don't laugh at me please."

But Kili did no such thing.

His jaw dropped seeing you in the dress, "Mahal," he breathed out, "you look..." He almost couldn't find the words, "breath-taking."

Your cheeks burned as you turned to the mirror and your eyes immediately went straight to your stomach, "I look so big," you groaned, completely by passing Kili's compliment to pick at the loose thread which was your insecurity. Kili frowned, "I just look awful. It's too tight around my stomach, it's awful. I look hideous."

"(y/n)," Kili interrupts, taking a gentle hold of your arm and turning you away from the mirror, "Why do you say such nonsense? You look divine; the way the dress holds onto you is perfection, you look more beautiful than anyone or anything I've ever seen before. You look truly lovely."

You blinked, the words that he was saying making you pause and frown at him in disbelief, "What do you mean, Kili?"

Kili scoffed a slight laugh, "Mahal, (y/n), do you not see the way in which I look at you? You are unlike anyone I've ever met and even covered in mud, wearing furs and soaked to the bone, you remain the most beautiful woman I have ever known." He means it. You can tell how sincere he is by the way his eyes bore into yours, "To me, it is disgusting the way you talk about yourself. Your stomach, yes I can see it, and I love it. I'd love you no matter what size, big or small. You remain the most incredible person to me and I adore you." Kili hadn't really meant to confess his feelings for you moments before his older brother gets crowned King but he needed you to know just how important you are to him, "To me, you could look like the troll we met on our travels and I would still love and adore you; I would worship the ground you walk on. Your weight does not make you any less worthy or deserving of love, (y/n). You are deserving; you are worthy."

Truly, you were touched. With watering eyes and a mouth that could form no words, all you could do was stare at Kili and hope that he understood how appreciative you were in this moment. Kili stepped towards you, "I hadn't wanted to tell you this way, I wanted it to be after Fili was crowned King and when we could have more time but you needed to know."

"You mean all that?" It was all you could ask. You needed to know that he was serious.

Kili nodded and moved his hand to his heart, "Truly, with all my heart." You moved closer to Kili, chests centimetres from each other. You looked up at him and slowly, his head began to move down-

Knock, knock!

"(y/n)? Is my brother in there? I need him." It was Fili.

You and Kili jump apart, cheeks burning and hearts racing, "Uh, yes, Fi. I'm here!" Kili calls back and Fili tells him to hurry his arse up.

Kili looks to you, "Now, will you come and help Fili? He needs our support today."

You nod, "Yeah, yeah I will. We'll continue this later, yeah?"

Kili smiles bashfully, "I'd like that." He leaves first and you take a moment to look back to the mirror at your reflection.

"Worthy," you whisper pulling the dress down slightly before smiling and leaving your chambers to see the boys.

[brighter-arda]

Aromantic Fili for @arofili to finish @aspecardaweek 🟢💚🤍🪨🖤

Part 17 of toi's indigenous tolkien series

The mountain in the final photo is Ruapehu. Many Erebor scenes were filmed there.

[image description

Ten images in five rows, in the colours of the rows of the aromantic flag (dark green, light green, white, grey, black)

1: text 'Fili' over a photo of pounamu (greenstone) with a square border of white hearts

2: a young Māori man with small text 'love for a brother'

3: a Māori man and woman holding a baby, small text 'love for parents'

4: text 'there are more ways to love' over a photo of leaves with a border of black hearts

5: text 'than stars in the sky' over a photo of clouds with a border of grey hearts

6: two Māori men hongi (pressing noses and foreheads together) with small text 'love for an uncle')

7: three Māori men in traditional clothing stand on a shore in front of a waka. small text 'love for a people'

8: text 'gems in the earth' over a photo of metal with a border of dark green hearts

9: text 'or secrets under the sea' over a photo of obsidian with a border of light green hearts

10: a snow-topped mountain at night and the small text 'love for a home']

[folatefangirl]

Even Stars Can Die (Fíli/OC)

Part 1 of Bright Lights Cast Long Shadows by MythNinesevenine

Link: AO3

Summary:

Mirkwood was a dreary place for a young elvish girl who longed only to do great deeds – or at least deeds.

(What did you expect when you named your child after a celestial body?)

Status: Complete

Word count: 55,490

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: character death, eye trauma, canon-typical violence

Why I rec it: It's a really wonderful fanfic and I read it practically in one sitting once the action hit (and it hits the ground running). Morwinyon is a fantastic OC and her character arc is fascinating, as well as the background Thranduil and Silmarillion references. It's incredibly well-researched against film and canon lore and combines the two and pretty much has replaced the events of The Hobbit films for me because it's just that good. I can't recommend this series and the prequel story about Thranduil's wife enough.

[deadlymistletoe]

Deadly's Tolkien Masterlist

Thranduil x Reader

Forbidden Cells

Years prior Thranduil had been torn away from you after your relationship had been discovered. Under the impression you had left Mirkwood he never expected to find you in one of Mirkwood’s cells when he became king.

Unrequited

Over the years you’d managed to fall in love with your childhood friend, and kept your feelings hidden, terrified of ruining your friendship, but now years of hiding your feelings are catching up to you, making you unwell.

All Grown Up

When you receive a letter stating your son’s intentions to join the Fellowship of the Ring, you’re understandably distressed, but Thranduil is always there to talk you through it, important meetings or not.

A Marriage Overridden

Keeping your relationship with Thranduil a secret backfires when your parents arrange a marriage for you. Thankfully, all arranged marriages have to go through the elvenking himself.

An Execution

When you’re forced to witness an execution performed by the man you love, Legolas shields you from the sight, but Thranduil still has to reassure you later.

Fears and Bandages

Thranduil’s composure cracks as he waits for you to come home from battling the spiders. He’s only able to put his fears to rest once he’s bandaged you up himself.

Legolas x Reader

A Token Of Love

Legolas has been acting suspicious, but you soon find out why when he presents you with a gift.

Mistletoe Kisses 🎄

During a Yule celebration at Minas Tirith you introduce Legolas to mistletoe.

Aragorn x Reader

Charming Stranger

When a charming stranger helps you regain control of your horse in the woods, you don’t expect to see him again. You definitely don't expect him to be the king of Gondor.

A Series Of Kisses

A series of kisses leading up to your wedding night. (drabble)

Thorin x Reader

Misty Mountains

Throin helps you get back to sleep when you wake up from a nightmare while he’s on watch.

Ranger At Heart

You and Thorin grew closer than anyone thought possible as he healed, but deep down your heart will always belong to the wild.

Fili x Reader

Concerning Hobbits

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

Dwalin x Reader

Men and Flowers

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

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[plussizefantasia]

Fluttering Heart

Fluffober Day 13: Soulmates

Kili Durin x f!human!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: OMG! This has definitely been my favorite to write so far. I love Kili with my whole heart and that for sure came out while I was writing. I really want to see about making this a longer series once October ends, if anyone wants to see that leave a comment and let me know.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

The culture of the dwarves is much like their treasure, kept under lock and key. Histories, customs, and traditions all are played very close to the chest of the stubborn race. The only beings who are let in on the secret are those lucky enough to be a fated match. 

There are different names for these matches in every culture, Soulmates, true loves, twin flames. The dwarves called them Ones. To find your One was said to be the best day of your life. At least that is what Kili thought, he wouldn’t know though. He hadn’t met his yet. 

His uncle’s one had been the Hobbit, Bilibo took longer to fall than Thorin but fell just as hard if not harder than the dwarf. The two were very much in love, it was sickening. His mother’s One had been his father, and he doesn’t remember much about their time together. Fee’s One was a lovely lass that had come from the Blue Mountains to try and establish herself as a seamstress under the mountain. 

All of them had told him how wonderful finding their Ones was, even Thorin whose One was not of the race of Dwarf and thusly did not feel the same pull that he had. Thorin had to actually make Bilbo fall in love with him, which amused Kili to no end because of how much their two personalities seemed to clash. 

Kili hates spending time under the mountain now, he loves Erebor and takes pride in the fact that he was one of the brave few who had reconquered it, but everywhere he looked he saw people being happy with something he did not have. 

The feeling went much deeper than those childhood squabbles he had had with Fili when the two pebbles would play together. Jealousy over toys was easily remedied, the ache that had recently taken up residence in Kili’s heart was much more difficult to push aside or fix.

So he had taken to going for walks. He had volunteered himself too many times to be the point of contact for the King of Dale. He had told Thorin it was because he wanted to prove that he could be trusted with matters of diplomacy. He might not be next in line, but he was still a prince and could take care of these things. It was on one of these trips to Dale that Kili met the very person who would change his life.

She was of the race of men and seemed to work in one of the few taverns that housed the nightlife of the town. Kili was in a sort of informal meeting with Bard, his son Bain, and the Captain of the Guard. They were discussing a deal between the two kingdoms where Erebor would provide the army of Dale with iron-forged armor and weapons and in turn, Dale would pledge their allegiance to the kingdom under the mountain in any future battle. Kili couldn’t help but find the humor in the reversal of roles as if the company had not asked and pledged the same things five years ago. This clause was only one of the facets that made up the current peace treaty in the works. It was Kili’s idea to have the meeting in a less tense and stuffy room than they were previously held in. 

“Everybody has to eat Bard, why don’t we eat and talk at the same time? I’m sure we’d all be much more comfortable.” Bard had agreed at the behest of Bain who had laughed and reminded his father of the last time he had had a proper meal. After that, the men had embarked towards Bard’s favorite tavern. And judging by the way he had jovially called out to the man behind the bar, he was at least acquainted with the people who worked there.

Their waitress was a beautiful woman, who had skills like Kili had never seen, and he had been in a lot of taverns. She was able to carry three trays of piping hot food at the same time and at one point he had even seen her stack and move at least twelve pint glasses to a rowdier table towards the back of the establishment. And she did all this with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

If only he would actually get to talk to her. The tavern was busy and she seemed to be one of the only other people working besides the man behind the bar and whoever was preparing the food to be served. She was never in the same place for a very long time. After she had gotten their initial order she had placed their pints down and immediately zipped off to fulfill the next request. 

Without the ability to actually talk to her, Kili had to settle for second-hand knowledge. “So what can you tell me about the woman who served us?” Kili asked nobody in particular.

“Why, do you fancy her?” Came Bain’s reply.

“No, but any woman that can carry that much and move that fast without wasting a drop is certainly one I want to get to know.”

“Her name is y/n, She’s apprenticed to Brant, the man who owns this tavern. She arrived in Dale a year or two ago. I think she's from Bree but she's settled here. I think she has an arrangement with him, when he finally retires the place will be hers.” Bard had explained, throwing a somewhat scolding glance at his son. Kili might be young and more carefree than his uncle but he is still a prince and Bard did not wish to offend him.

“Interesting, any idea why she left Bree? It’s quite a long journey to take on your own.” Kili asked. 

“Why don’t you ask her?” A third, much more feminine voice replied. Kili who had not seen her make her way over to their table, had nearly jumped out of his skin. The other men tried and failed to hide their amusement at his predicament. “After all, I’m sure she’d be willing to tell you as long as she didn’t catch you talking about her when she wasn’t around.” She had said all of this with a smile spread across her face and delight in her voice. Kili wasn’t really sure how she felt about his impolite inquiries, but she hadn't chased him out of the establishment with a broom yet, so he thought he was okay.

“I’ve gotten everyone else settled and thought I’d come visit the King, how are you this evening King Bard?” her attention was firmly placed on the King of Dale now, and Kili longed for her piercing gaze to once again land on him.

“I’ve told you, it’s just Bard, all of this King nonsense will just go to my head,”

“Of course King Bard.” She smirked and turned towards the rest of the men. “Anything else I can get you, gentlemen?” With a firm nod at their newest order, she spun and headed back towards the bar.

“I think I’m in love.” Kili had said under his breath. 

“I think it’ll take you much more than that to win her over.” Bain had replied, hearing Kili’s self-confession. “Every time we’re in here I see her turn down men. Granted, most of them are usually drunkards but the principle is all the same.”

Kili was certain that the fluttering in his chest and the feeling of light-headedness had to mean something. And given that both the feelings had started right after she had spoken to him, he was pretty sure he knew what it was. 

“Here you are boys, four more pints and a basket of bread, on the house.” She had placed the basket of bread and little bowls of butter and honey on the table. When she pulled her hand away it bumped into Kili and sent a wave of shocks all the way up his arm.

[elronds-library]

Tolkien Drabble Collection

by Evandar

Part 1 of Tolkien Drabbles

1. A Kingly Gift - Gimli is the only one in the Fellowship who knows the real meaning of the mithril shirt. 2. Tattoo - After the quest, Bilbo and the Dwarves get tattoos done to mark them forever as a Company. 3. The King's Jewel - Thranduil recognises the Arkenstone, and that's why he doesn't help. 4. Illiterate - Ori writes; Dori reviews. 5. Untitled - The princes make hair braiding indecent. 6. Blue - The hobbits discuss the colour of Legolas' eyes. Only Gimli knows how wrong they are. 7. An Awfully Big Adventure - Legolas and Gimli discuss the nature of mortality. 8. Homemaking - Once the dwarves have built the world anew, one builds a home for his lover and waits for him to be reborn. 9. Purple-Tinted Spectacles - A gift from Gimli gives Legolas the clarity he has long desired. 10, Iron Clasps - Celebrimbor has asked Narvi to braid his hair; Narvi isn't dim enough to think he doesn't know what it means 11. Narvi and the Holly King - A Dwarvish fairy tale 12. Woodland Feast - Legolas' on-the-road snacking draws attention 13. Dust and Starlight - Bard discovers something unexpected

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings

Words: 5,773

[xanthusasaka]

Continued a bit on a very old draft (from this time last year when I creat the cat parent bagginshield series🤣)

Prompt: Bilbo’s students never expected to see a half-naked man holding a cat passing by on the Zoom class of the department’s most strict prof

(and yes in this series I always imagine Fili as Bilbo’s student and Kili as a highschooler in his punk era… just never finish any of the pictures in my head due to art block/lack of time

[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

Smoke, Iron, and Thorin

Chapter 1

Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Summary: you prepare for the quest to reclaim Erebor by meeting your kin in the home of a very disgruntled hobbit. However, you don't expect to face your first obstacle before you even step foot out the door, when an unexpected ghost from your past darkens the door of the hobbit hole.

Warnings: eventual smut, no use of y/n, angst

Word count: 1833

Author's note: This is my FIRST fic! The beginnings of this story have been sitting in my computer for sooo long and for whatever reason today I just decided to jump headfirst into being a Tumblr writer! I'm still very new to this, so I welcome all kinds of constructive feedback/criticism. If there are any warnings/tags you think I missed just let me know :) Reader is AFAB! half dwarf/half human, but still grew up in the halls of Erebor. We'll get more into her background and her history with Thorin later on in the series! Enjoy!

“What do you think they’ll have?” Filli asks with giddy excitement as they pass each hobbit hole on their way through the shire.

“what do you mean?” you ask absentmindedly, scanning each door for the symbol Gandalf instructed you to look for.

“For supper of course,” Killi replies. “He said there would be lots of food, and no one can cook quite like a hobbit can.” you can’t deny the intoxicating aroma that has seeped into your nose with every inhale since the moment you arrived in the shire. Freshly baked bread, patiently cured meats, and hearty stews seem to be baking all around you as the sun finishes its descent behind the lush rolling hills of the shire.

Darkness has settled all around as the inhabitants of the hobbit holes settle in for the evening. The only remaining light comes from the lamps illuminating the doorways and the warming hearths inside every cozy little hole.

“I see it!” You shout triumphantly when you glimpse the blue mark glowing on the green door of a hobbit hole.

The two dwarves are so anxious for a hot meal that they’ve already bounded up to the door to ring the bell before you can even blink.

The front door is pulled open abruptly and a very frustrated hobbit groans at the sight of you. A reaction that is not all that uncommon while traveling with dwarves, so the three of you greet him enthusiastically regardless.

“You must be Mr. Boggins,” Kili begins.

“Nope!” the hobbit shouts, “you can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” he tries and fails to close the door on the three of you.

“What?!” you all shout in confusion. Knowing there is absolutely no way you are at the wrong door.

“Has it been canceled? No one told us.” the brothers protest. 

“No, nothing’s been canceled,” the hobbit starts to explain.

You all sigh in relief and continue to push your way further inside.

The home is filled with the overlapping chatter of dwarves and the clattering of weapons being tossed into the arms of the frazzled hobbit.

Dwalin’s booming voice greets the three of you, quickly recruiting you all to join in the organized chaos that is preparing the cramped dining room for even more dwarves to arrive. 

Food is tossed about, ale sloshed onto the floor, and poor Bilbo’s house is an absolute wreck. You can’t help but feel sorry for your host, but you also can’t bring yourself to pull away from the merriment just yet.

It had been so long since you’d last been around so many of your dwarven friends. Up until beginning your journey several weeks ago, you hadn’t even seen Kili and Fili for many years. 

But their mother, Dis had always been a very good friend of yours. Ever since growing up Erebor, you had felt as closely connected to her family as she was to yours. 

Unfortunately, due to the arrival of a dragon, and stubborn dwarvish pride you had long ago gone your separate ways. Save for the occasional letter. Much like the letter you received asking if you would be willing to accompany her two reckless sons on their latest journey.

Kili and Fili were not exactly known for their self-preservation instincts and the journey that lay before you would not be an easy one. But even if it weren’t as a favor to Dis, you would have said yes regardless. Nothing in the world would be able to prevent you from helping to finally reclaim your homeland, and defeat the great beast that took so much from you.  

Several pints of ale have loosened your inhibitions and you now find yourself laughing and singing along with the rowdy bunch, not a care in the world.

Until a heavy knock comes on the door.

Silence falls over the hobbit hole.

“He’s here,” says Gandalf.

“Who’s here?” you ask in confusion.

No answer comes, and everyone is suddenly averting their gaze from yours as Gandalf crosses the room to open the door. You have a bad feeling about what’s on the other side.

Gandalf pulls it open with a flourish and is greeted by a deep voice. A familiar voice.

No, you think to yourself. It can’t be.

But sure enough, Thorin Oakenshield is stepping through the front door. 

He says something to Gandalf but you can’t fully make out what it is.

Your ears are ringing loudly and a white, hot flame is blazing deep inside your belly.

Suddenly you’re back to the last time you saw him, years ago. Tears streaming down your cheeks in the doorway of the dusty old inn.

“He looks more like a grocer than a burglar,” Thorin laughs as he turns towards the dining room. Where his eyes immediately lock with yours. You can see the exact moment he realizes you’re there. His eyes widen in shock and your name slips past his lips in a breathless whisper. 

For what feels like the longest second of your life, he simply stands there taking you in. From the braided strands framing your face to the silhouette of your long green traveling dress. You could almost swear he looked…happy to see you. 

And that only adds more fuel to the fire inside you. 

“Thorin,” you growl and curl your fists at your side. “What are you doing here?” you hiss.

He narrows his eyes back at you. “What am I doing here? I am the leader of this company, what are you doing here? It isn’t safe for you, lass.”

You scream in frustration. The sexist pig! You have just as much of a right to be here as everyone else and he knows it. Your arm reaches up of its own accord to smack that self-righteous look right off his face. But before your hand can make contact Fili grabs your arm and pulls you away.

You whirl around and shove him away from you.

“You!” you glare between Kili and Fili redirecting your anger. “You lied to me!” they both start to protest but before they can form a single sentence you hold up a finger and they both fall silent. 

“You told me, he wouldn’t be here! You looked me right in the eyes and lied to my face,” you grind out, barely containing the urge to strike them both upside the head.

“We didn’t want to,” Fili begs.

“It was our mother’s idea, she knew that was the only way you would agree to come.” Kili finishes.

You laugh humorlessly. “And she was absolutely right, I’m leaving!” you turn on your heel and march straight towards the door. But before you can fully push past him, Thorin’s hand encircles your wrist and firmly pulls you back to look at him.

It was a mistake letting yourself stand any closer to him. As soon as you do his scent envelopes you. Smoke, iron, and Thorin. You yank stubbornly on his grip, desperate to put some distance between the two of you but he is too strong. 

“Wait,” he whispers to you, both commanding and desperate. “You cannot make the journey back alone, it is already dark, who knows what is lurking along those roads-”

You scoff and reach your free hand behind you for the dagger concealed underneath your corset. Before he can continue you have it pressed firmly against his throat. You apply just enough pressure that you know he can feel the blade stinging against his skin, but he doesn’t even blink. You lean in closer to him looking deep into his eyes.

“I can take care of myself,” you whisper. “I’ve had a lot of practice at it as of late.” And he loosens his grip just enough for you to yank yourself free. You remove the dagger from his throat and attempt to resume your departure, but this time it is Gandalf who stands in your way.

“I am sorry we misled you, my dear. But I’m afraid we cannot accomplish this task without you.” you lift the dagger up defiantly and point it at his chest, but you both know it is an empty threat.

“I don’t care,” you reply. “It’s not my problem.”

“You do, and it is,” the wizard replies. “I know how you’ve spent the last years, you are the only one who possesses the knowledge and connections we need to accomplish this feat.” 

You hear the whispers of confusion from behind you. They clearly didn’t know how you had dedicated the last several years of your life to searching, reading, and studying every resource you could get your hands on in preparation for this exact task.

“I know how badly you wish to return home,” Gandalf continues, as if he could read your mind. “A great deal was taken from you that day, and you are not the type to let that stand. So the question remains: who deserves your wrath more at this moment? Thorin or Smaug?”

You let your arm fall back to your side, tucking the dagger back away.

“Who says it can’t be both?” you challenge him.

Gandalf laughs and shakes his head.  

“Oh you are part dwarf indeed my child. Hold onto whatever anger you wish. But don’t let it get in the way of you reclaiming your homeland, defeating Smaug, and finally laying your parents to rest.”

You clench your jaw in frustration. You know he’s right, but you hate to admit it.

“We can do this without her,” Thorin grumbles from behind you. “If she wishes to leave she can, I’ll have someone escort her home safely.” 

You finally whirl around to glare at him again. He doesn’t want you here, he doesn’t think you can do it. He doesn’t think a ‘helpless girl’ can hold her own on a dangerous journey such as this one.

You smirk back at him defiantly. 

“On second thought,” you place one hand on your hip and extend the other out toward Balin. “I’ll sign that contract now,”

Thorin grumbles and glares at you in protest. 

Balin moves faster than you’ve ever seen the dwarf move, handing you the contract before you can change your mind or Thorin can argue against it. 

You scribble your name at the bottom and shove it into Thorin’s chest as you saunter past him in search of another pint of ale.

You lost count of how many more drinks you downed before passing out in one of the soft armchairs by the fire. 

You stir briefly when a familiar scent meets your nose and a thick blanket is gently draped across your sleeping form.

You could swear you feel the whisper of a touch ghost across your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

But before you can wake any further, a deep voice starts to sing:

Far over the misty mountains cold…

More voices start to join in the melody, and before you know it you are lulled deeper and deeper back into a dreamless sleep.

Next Chapter

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Marks of Fate: The Acorn and The Harp

For @bagginshieldweek24 Day 3 : Soulmate Marks AU + Dwarf Culture

Summary : Soulmate marks are a blessing from the gods themselves, thorin and bilbo are destined for each other, cue teasing and heartwarming fluff

a/n : Welcome back to another installment of my How Thorin and Bilbo fell in Love series, I hope you enjoy this one <3 ( filli is awesome spread the word )

In the land of Middle-earth, soulmates were marked by unique symbols, destined to find and complete each other. Dwarves, the Children of Mahal, bore these marks with pride, believing them to be gifts from their creator. Hobbits, nurtured by Yavanna, held similar beliefs, though their marks were rarer and often hidden beneath layers of simplicity and routine.

Thorin Oakenshield, the exiled king under the mountain, bore the mark of an acorn above his heart. It was a symbol of growth, strength, and resilience, a connection to the great forests Yavanna loved. He had always believed that his soulmate would come from a race deeply connected to the earth, but life had other plans.

Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit of the Shire, had a harp on his wrist. It was a symbol of harmony and music, a nod to the gentle nature of his people. He had never paid much attention to it, dismissing it as an odd birthmark, until his adventure with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield began.

As the journey to reclaim Erebor unfolded, Bilbo found himself drawn to Thorin in ways he couldn't explain. The dwarf king, though stern and proud, had moments of surprising gentleness, and Bilbo felt a connection growing between them. Thorin, for his part, was equally captivated by the hobbit, though he struggled to understand why.

Unbeknownst to them, the gods had already woven their destinies together.

One evening, as the Company made camp near the forest of Mirkwood, Thorin sat by the fire, absently tracing the acorn mark on his chest. Kili and Fili, his mischievous nephews, noticed their uncle's distraction.

"Uncle," Kili teased, "why do you keep touching your chest? Are you hiding something from us?"

Fili smirked, adding, "Maybe he's thinking about his soulmate. What do you think, Kili? Are they a dwarf or an elf?"

“What if it's Thranduil ?” Killi put a hand over his forehead, “Oh the Anguish,being mated to the one who you abhor.”

Thorin glared at his nephews, though a small smile tugged at his lips. "Mind your own business, you two. And for the record, I don't know who they are and I pray to mahal it isnt that stuck up blonde"

Bilbo, sitting nearby, looked up curiously. "What are you talking about?"

Kili grinned, "Our uncle's soulmate mark. Every dwarf has one, you know. It shows us who we're destined to be with."

Fili nodded, "What about you, Bilbo? Do hobbits have soulmate marks?"

Bilbo hesitated, then rolled up his sleeve to reveal the small harp on his wrist. "I suppose we do, though I've never thought much about it."

Thorin's eyes widened as he saw the mark. It felt significant, though he couldn't quite place why. Over the next few days, he found himself watching Bilbo more closely, noticing the way the hobbit's kindness and courage shone through.

. . .

In dwarven culture, courting was a subtle and intricate process, filled with gestures and tokens. Thorin decided to embrace these traditions, hoping to win Bilbo's heart. He started with small gifts: a carefully carved stone, a polished gem, and once, a delicate flower he found growing near the road.

Bilbo, bewildered by the sudden attention, accepted each gift with a puzzled smile. He had no idea what they meant but felt a warmth in his chest whenever Thorin's fingers brushed his. It wasn't until Balin, the wise and kind-hearted dwarf, took pity on him that he began to understand.

"Master Baggins," Balin said one evening, sitting beside him by the fire, "do you know what those gifts mean?"

Bilbo shook his head. "I haven't the faintest idea. They're lovely, but I'm not sure why Thorin keeps giving them to me."

Balin chuckled. "They're courting gifts. In our culture, when a dwarf is interested in someone, they offer tokens to show their affection and intent. Thorin is trying to woo you."

Bilbo's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! I... I had no idea. What should I do?"

Balin patted his shoulder. "Just be yourself, laddie. And if you feel the same way, perhaps find a way to show him. A small gesture, something personal."

Bilbo nodded, determination growing within him. Over the next few days, he found ways to reciprocate Thorin's gestures. He shared his favorite stories and songs, baked a special treat with the limited ingredients they had, and once, he even found a small, shiny pebble that he knew Thorin would appreciate.

Thorin noticed Bilbo's efforts, his heart swelling with affection. One night, under the stars, he took Bilbo aside, away from the others. "Bilbo," he began, his voice soft, "I have something to tell you."

Bilbo looked up at him, his heart pounding. "Yes, Thorin?"

Thorin took a deep breath, revealing the acorn mark on his chest. "This mark... it's a sign from Mahal. It means we are soulmates, destined to be together. I believe the harp on your wrist is a sign from Yavanna, connecting us through the earth and its music."

Bilbo's eyes filled with wonder as he traced the acorn with his fingers. "I never realized... but it makes sense. I feel it in my heart"

Thorin smiled, his eyes shining. "Then, will you accept my courtship, Bilbo Baggins? Will you stand by my side as we reclaim our home and build a future together?"

Bilbo's heart swelled with joy as he nodded. "Yes, Thorin. I will."

Their bond deepened with each passing day, their love growing stronger as they faced challenges and triumphs together. Kili and Fili, though they still teased, were thrilled for their uncle, knowing he had found his true match.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the gods, Thorin and Bilbo began a new chapter of their lives. Their soulmate marks were not just symbols of their destiny, but the foundation of a love that would endure through all the ages of Middle-earth.

- @sonics-atelier 2024 , do not repost or reuse in any way , shape or form.

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how they react when you're injured, the hobbit & lord of the rings

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haldir

haldir would maintain his stoic and calm demeanor outwardly, but inside he would be deeply concerned. he would tend to your wounds with the utmost care, using his knowledge of elvish healing. he'd stay by your side until you were fully recovered, silently vowing to protect you more fiercely in future battles.

legolas

legolas would be quick to your side, his keen eyes immediately assessing the severity of your injuries. he would use his agility and elven grace to ensure you were moved to a safe place quickly. his worry would be evident in his eyes, and he would speak soothing words in elvish to comfort you as he bandaged your wounds.

thranduil

thranduil would be furious—not at you, but at the fact that you were harmed under his watch. his regal demeanor would not falter, but his actions would be swift and precise. he'd command his healers to attend to you immediately and would personally oversee your recovery, ensuring you had the best care available.

aragorn

aragorn’s experience as a healer would come to the forefront. he would remain calm and collected, quickly stopping any bleeding and using his knowledge of athelas (kingsfoil) to help with your pain. he would stay with you, offering words of encouragement and sharing stories of past battles to keep your spirits high.

fili

fili would be deeply worried, his usually cheerful demeanor darkened by your injury. he’d carry you to safety himself, if necessary, and insist on staying by your side while you were treated. his protective nature would come out, and he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him, promising to keep you safe.

kili

kili’s reaction would be a mix of fear and determination. he’d rush to your side, calling for help while trying to keep you conscious and talking to him. his hands might tremble as he helped bandage your wounds, but he’d crack jokes and share stories to keep you distracted and smiling.

bilbo

bilbo would be beside himself with worry, his usual composure shattered by seeing you hurt. he’d do his best to help, though his hands might shake and his voice quiver. despite his fear, he’d stay with you, offering comforting words and holding your hand, determined not to let you feel alone.

frodo

frodo would be visibly distressed, his empathetic nature making your pain feel like his own. he’d work diligently to help bandage your wounds, his face pale with worry. he’d stay close, reading to you or telling stories to keep your mind off the pain, his concern and care evident in every action.

merry

merry would be practical and focused in the moment, quickly doing whatever was necessary to stop the bleeding and ensure you were comfortable. once the immediate danger was over, his worry would show more openly. he’d keep you entertained with his humor and stories, never leaving your side.

pippin

pippin would initially panic, but he’d quickly pull himself together for your sake. his usual light-hearted nature would be replaced by a fierce determination to see you healed. he’d stay close, holding your hand and talking to you about anything and everything to keep you distracted from the pain.

sam

sam would be a rock, his sturdy presence and calm demeanor providing comfort. he’d tend to your wounds with surprising skill, his years of caring for frodo showing. he’d offer words of encouragement, his voice steady and soothing, and he’d make sure you knew you were not alone in your recovery.

galadriel

galadriel’s reaction would be a mix of serene calm and deep concern. she’d use her powerful healing abilities to mend your wounds, her touch gentle and comforting. she’d speak to you in soft, reassuring tones, her presence a beacon of light and hope. you’d feel safe and cherished in her care, knowing she would do everything in her power to see you well again.

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