#fili x y/n

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Harder, Better, Faster...

Summary - Comparing three dwarves to your exes...

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, creampie, rough sex, lowkey breeding kink (maybe?), slight dom themes (Thorin and Fili)

Pronouns & POVs - None, third-person.

Pairings - Thorin x Reader, Fili x Reader, Kili x Reader

Word Count - 2,500+

A/N - I am once again stumped on the full smut I am writing and was listening to music when "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk came on which for some reason sparked this idea. (I have had this sitting in my drafts for far too long.) Pure smut under the cut!

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- thorin

Harder. When it came to your past lovers, there always seemed to be something lacking when it came to more intimate activities. It was not that your past lovers were awful, but they never seemed to get you to the finish line, so you began handing out fake trophies.

It was hard to explain your desires. It was not that your previous lovers treated you poorly in or out of the bedroom; they treated you as if you were a fragile flower in and out of the bedroom, and that was the issue.

It was not an issue outside the bedroom: you loved being doted upon, having your every wish and command acted upon without question. Yet, when it came to inside the sheets -- you preferred it hard. It was simple, the easiest thing to grasp in your mind, but your previous lovers seemed to absorb the information as well as glass absorbs water; it doesn't.

It appeared hopeless until you had met Thorin.

The journey to the Misty Mountains had been treacherous. One that had left all members littered with new bumps and bruises, as well as new scars that littered their bodies alongside bruised, potentially even fractured, bones.

Throughout the journey, the company of dwarves experienced several hard struggles. Ones that took them many hours, if not days, to resolve; their nights often spent pondering as they gazed upon the stars. Yet, the stars held no answers regarding the hardest hassle they had dealt with: convincing you to accept aid.

It was not if you were neglecting yourself; you accepted food and medical aid when needed, yet you refused items the company of dwarves attempted to gift you -- such as new clothes and boots. You had been perfectly fine repairing your clothes when you had a moment. After all, the cloak you journeyed with had covered any tears within your outfit, so it was not as if the world could see the flesh the cloth once shielded.

You reminded yourself that you had to travel light: extra luggage meant extra weight, which meant extra aches and pains from lugging around said weight all day. Yet, there had been the odd occasion upon your travels where an item had caught your eye.

You had managed to stay strong until you passed it. The most beautiful pair of boots you had yet to see, in a color you adored and a style you knew was comfortable for travel: they looked perfect. You could not help but approach the stall, making small talk with the woman who ran it as you examined the boots from afar; they even appeared to be your size!

It appeared to be too good to be true, and that it was. You had been a few coins short of purchasing them, and attempting to barter the boots down to what you had was out of the question -- you needed the coins to pay for your next meal.

"How much?" The dwarven king asked from beside you, his sharp sapphire gaze glued upon the same boots. The suddenness of his deep voice startled you as you were quick to look at him, as he stood there with his arms crossed at his chest, leaning back slightly, a stance he often did while in thought.

"How much for the boots?" The dwarf repeated the question in a low and serious tone as his gaze rose from the boots to the seller. The seller calmly restated the price for the item in question, earning an amused "That's all?" from the dwarven king as he handed over the payment without hesitation.

Yet, the boots did not remain in the dwarven king's hands for long, as they quickly fell into your grasp as he thrust them into your arms.

"Hurry up." The command left his thin lips in a low tone as the heat of his gaze examined your body from head to toe. "We need to find a tailor; you're practically in rags." The words became distant, accompanied by the tap of his boots against the creaking wooden dock. A creaking almost as hard as when the frame of your bed shakes as he pleasures you.

The sharp thump of the bedframe bouncing against the wall danced throughout the air, accompanied by the melody of your moans as the dwarven king continued to drive his hips into yours. Each inch of his hardness pounded into you, the squelching click of skin slapping against one another growing as loud in the air as the bedframe against the wall.

His hands would tightly grasp upon your legs, your legs spread upon his shoulders, new boots upon your feet as they bounced slightly against his back with every hard thrust of the king's hips. His gaze upon you would be lustful as a smirk spread upon his thin lips.

"That's it." He'd breathe, his breath caressing your face as he leaned down, pushing you further into the bed and pushing further into you, allowing every inch of his cock to have a chance inside of you before sliding out. "Give me every inch of you. Show me why I spoil you." He'd purr, lips hovering a breath above yours as his eyes remained locked onto yours. 

His harsh gaze would urge you further into submission, to give into the hardness of his thrusts and the hardness of his cock.

A hardness that left you utterly entranced: how it stretched your inner walls perfectly, carving itself deep into your center as the rhythmic pulsations of his lust lulled you closer to the brink of release. 

The dwarven king was far harder in many ways compared to your past lovers, yet it was a hardness you craved. 

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- fili

Better. The terms of your love life had always been lackluster. The lovers of your past rarely managed to wow you, and upon the rare occasion that they managed to, it always appeared to come with terms and conditions.

It never felt as if you were the priority, yet you sat idly by for many years as you patiently awaited with the hope that a lover would make you feel special, wanted, and better than any had before. And, as if an answer to your nights of blandness, Fili came into your life.

And he was better.

The moment you had met, the golden-haired prince had whisked you off your feet. It was not through his title, nor was it through lavish gifts or promises that would be broken, no. He listened.

You had been enthusiastically speaking of a weapon you had found upon your travels, going into depths about the elaborate carvings upon it and what origins you had suspected it to be. You had been raving about this weapon for many paths now, excitedly showing whoever would listen.

"And, best of all, I haven't needed to--" The words had stalled in your mouth as you noticed how the dwarven company rolled their eyes at your rambling. A heat began to spread beneath the flesh of your face as your lips shut suddenly, and the warmth of embarrassment began to spread from the center of your chest as your gaze fell.

"Haven't needed to what?" A familiar voice had spoken, one deep and full of warmth. "I am listening. And I would like to see this magnificent weapon." The golden-haired prince spoke, a smile upon his thin lips as your gaze lifted from the ground and onto him.

The warmth within your chest had quickly eased from the uncomfortable sensation it felt moments prior, as the speed at which your heart raced now turned to various fluttering as your gemstone-colored eyes locked with his ocean-colored pair.

You had felt the harshness of his calloused palm upon the back of your hand, gently rotating your hand to fit into his before he applied a soft pressure upon it, a reassuring squeeze as the smile upon his thin lips softened.

"Go on." A phrase the golden-haired prince had used for various events. The most frequent was not in comfort, though it always made you feel better when he spoke it while he was deep inside you.

The thickness of his manhood would stretch out your inner walls, expanding them to mold perfectly around his throbbing cock, feeling the pulsation of his heartbeat, his arousal, within one of the most sensitive parts of him.

His thrusts would be deep and slow, allowing you to feel every inch of his throbbing length as his eyes scanned your face. It was as if you were a novel, and he was reading you, jotting down mental notes of what made you gasp in pleasure and what made you hiss in pain.

The bed would creak rhythmically, the headboard hitting against the wall, creating a beat that danced alongside the melody of your moans.

"That's it." His tone would be full of praise as he stroked your cheek; the sensation of his calloused thumb brushing against the flesh of your cheek would send a wave of pleasure down your body. "Let me hear how good it feels." The heat of his breath caresses your face as he leans closer to you, causing his thrusts to deepen as he does so: ensuring his cock reaches the most sensitive and pleasurable spots within your core.

That was what you adored about Fili; it wasn't only his pleasure he did this for, but your pleasure as well.

Your lips would entwine with his, your moans muffled against his thin lips as he continued the same pleasurable pace. The faint taste of ale lingered upon his lips, becoming more apparent as you parted your lips, giving his tongue access to yours.

Tongues entwined in a sloppy dance, breaths becoming uneven and deepened until you both parted. Lungs expanded vastly as the pair of you gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips as your gazes met.

"I love every sound you make, every noise that escapes your beautiful lips." Fili would breathe, his lips curved into a lopsided grin as his hips continued to jut against yours, ensuring that the familiar tingle of pleasure would roam throughout your body before he would even recognize the knot within his abdomen. That your hands would grasp at the sheets of the bed, or your nails would claw down his toned back before he would allow his grip to tighten upon the flesh of your hips. 

That your lips would be stuck open as a slew of moans fell from them before he uttered a single curse of pleasure. That the sweet nectar of your being would cascade upon your skin before he allowed his seed to paint your sensitive inner walls, or allow it to coat the flesh of your abdomen.

He cared for your pleasure as much as he cared for you. He was simply better.

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- kili

Faster. The speed at which your love life progressed had always been slow. The lovers of your past seemed to enjoy silly games instead of commitment, and for the rare few who desired something more -- they seemed to move even slower.

It felt drawn out. It felt as if your previous lovers had held a meeting on how to waste your time, yet you held onto faith that you would find a lover who wanted to belong to you as much as you wished to belong to them.

And though your heart had yearned for a faster pace in terms of romance, you were not prepared for the fast dwarven prince.

The night air nipped at the flesh of your skin, and the soft crackling of the campfire danced alongside the sounds of the woods and your dwarven companions. Some of your companions were off eating their stew, a mix of mushrooms and other things they had managed to forage within the woods, though you'd never question where they found the meat or spices that went into it.

The low chatter of their voices nearly muffled the gentle sounds of the fire; the soft sway of its light and warmth reminded you of its presence as your gaze remained glued to the stars above. It was a brief moment of peace within the sea of chaos that had become your life, and though you had lost the comforts of home, the dwarven prince who sat beside you had found those comforts within you.

The sound of your voice, the scent of your skin, the light that shimmered within your eyes; you became his home on the road. Yet, he had been too nervous to say anything until that night.

Either overcome with confidence or immense stupidity, the dwarven prince could not help but blurt out the three words that had been swirling around his mind since the moment he laid eyes upon you.

"I love you." His voice echoed throughout the makeshift campsite, his amber gaze glued upon your face, and a sea of laughter erupted from his fellow companions. The heat of his cheeks burned as bright as the fire before him, yet he did not back down as your sparkling gaze met his. "Y/N, I love you." He repeated, his confident voice wavering as the words left his lips. A wavering you would hear in far more intimate events.

The rapid thumps of the bedframe bouncing against the wooden wall echoed throughout the not-so-silent room. The sounds of the bed were so close together in pace that a thump barely had enough time to become an audible sound before another came in its place, masking the previous one as fast as it was made.

His cock raced within you, desperately stretching out the inner walls of your core, as his face was buried within the crook of your neck. The heat of his short, quick breaths tickled the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.

"So good." The words wavered in pleasure upon his lips, hanging upon the tip of his tongue before escaping in more of a whimper than a moan. "You feel so good." His words would become a full whine of pleasure as he held onto you.

His hands would be tightly clenching at your arms, grasping so tightly that his nails would begin to dig into your skin. A delicious twinge of pain and pleasure flooded your sensations as his cock would continue to rapidly carve itself deep inside you.

His breaths would come out as quickly as his movements, each harsh thrust a silent devotion of his love, his neediness for you. His head would remain buried in the crook of your neck, allowing his whimpers to vibrate against the exposed skin as the burn within his hips grew hotter.

His body moved like a well-oiled machine, never ceasing in action as it brought you closer and closer to the brink of release. And as fast as you were thrown overboard, drowning in the sea of pleasure, the dwarven prince dived in after you.

He was far faster than your exes, yet he always ensured you came first in all scenarios.

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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine breaking the dwarves out of the dungeons of The Woodland Realm.

Ori: "We're never gonna reach the mountain are we?" *He laments*

Bilbo: "Not stuck in here, you're not." *Jingles the keys*

Y/N appears, eating a cake?

Y/N: "Didya know they were having a feast? Bloody good food they have. And the wine! You guys want any? I think I can go-"

Balin: "Bilbo!"

*All erupt into excited chatter*

Y/N: "Wha- What am I? Chopped liver?"

*Munches angrily*

Kili: "It's okay Y/N I'll share with you!"

Fili: "Yeah, come on give us some!"

*Y/N grins and breaks the cake into three pieces.*

Bilbo: "Shh! There are guards nearby!"

*One by one they escape down to the cellar.*

Bofur: "You're suppose to be leading us OUT! Not further in!"

Bilbo: "I know what I'm doing."

Bofur: "Shh!"

Bilbo: "Into the barrels! Quickly now."

Dwalin: "Are you mad? They'll find us."

Bilbo: "No no, they won't I promise you. Please, please you must trust me"

Thorin: "Do as he says."

*They clamber in and Y/N stays out.*

Y/N: "Go Bilbo. into the barrel with Thorin quickly."

Thorin: "Y/N, what are you-"

Y/N: "I will see you at the gate."

Balin: "What gate?"

Y/N: "Hold your breath everyone."

*Y/N pulls the lever and they are all dropped into the river.*

Y/N: "Well, that was fun! Now, let's play some hide and seek shall we?"

*Y/N slips past the guards and out of the palace and up into the light. They spot the dwarves in the river and begins her run towards them*

Legolas: "Shut the gate" (in Sindarin)

Y/N: "No no! Don't do that!"

The guards look at her strangely before beginning to shut the gate.

*Y/N groans and mumbles*

Y/N: "This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it. Where's Tauriel when you need her. Stupid world doesn't even have her in it. Stupid movie made me think she was an actual character"

*She huffs while running towards the gate*

Y/N "ORCS! WATCH OUT!"

*A guard is stuck by an arrow.*

Y/N: "Fucks sake."

*The Orcs rampage through the top of the closed gates, persuing fights with the Elven guards.*

Bofur: "Orcs! Watch out!"

Bolg: "Slay them all" (Dark Speech)

*Y/N fires an arrow at him, striking him in the arm*

Y/N: "Take a shower, you STINK."

*Y/N runs towards the fighting dwarves.*

*Kili spots the lever to open the gate.*

Y/N: "NO, STAY PUT. DON'T MOVE KILI."

*Y/N dashes towards him while he gets up to pull the lever.*

Y/N: "NO."

*Bolg pulls out Y/N's arrow from his arm and draws his own, notching it in his bow. He aims it at Kili.*

Y/N: "KILI."

*Y/N lunges towards Kili, pushing him out of the way, the arrow strikes her through the leg. With a gasp she doubles over, clutches onto the lever and pulls it down.*

Y/N: "Ah, fuck."

A/N

For continuance sake, don't read ahead if you want to follow the normal story line. However if you wish to read this as a separate imagine read ahead!

*She gasps and struggles to stand. She bites down on her lip and forces the arrow out, snapping off the feathered end and pulling it out. Kili drags her over the edge of the gate and Y/N slips into a barrel with him below*

Kili: "Y/N! Y/N I'm so sorry I should have listened I-"

Y/N cries out in pain as they tumble down the stream, each knock jolting her wound.

Y/N: "Apologies later. Escape now."

*The company battles the Swarm of Orcs from the stream whilst drifting down the stream, aided by Legolas and his army.*

Thorin: "Anything behind us?"

Nori: "Not that I can see!"

Bofur: "I think we've out run the Orcs."

Thorin: "Not for long. We've lost the current."

Dwalin: "Bombur's half drowned."

Thorin: "Make for the shore! Come on let's go!."

Øin: "Glóin, help me brother."

Kili: "Y/N is hurt. Her leg needs binding."

Y/N Groans quietly before answering.

Y/N: "I'm fine. Not able to die, Just hurts. Better me than Kili. Orc pack on our tail, Need to..

*Y/N grits her teeth*

Need to keep moving."

Thorin: "To where? There's a lake between us and that mountain you need that rest."

Y/N: "A barge, a man will have a boat. Help me up, I'll show you the way. Let's go."

*Kili and Fili lift her up and they hobble away.*

Y/N: "I should do this more often if it means two pretty men will carry me."

Thorin: "I think not. Next time, I will carry you over my shoulder and you will have no say."

*Y/N blinks owlishly.*

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Home To You - Fíli Durin X Female Reader

Title: Home To You

Fíli Durin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Kíli, Thorin, Elrond, Áine (Pronounced awn-yah), Caerthynna (OC), Imra (OC), Anarzee (OC), Thranduil (Mentioned), Bilbo (Mentioned), and the Company (Mentioned)

WC: 8,383

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence very briefly mentioned, everyone lives AU, italics, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, suggestive/fade to black, Reader's race is not mentioned, no Y/N used, pregnancy, mention of sickness/illness, kind of forbidden love/romance, descriptions of childbirth (nothing too crazy, mostly vague), crying, angst, and fluff

The golden sun was slowly starting to set along the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Erebor, but neither of you cared. You and Fíli ran, your laughter ringing through the evening air like a melody carried by the breeze. The weight of his princely duties, the expectations, and the responsibilities - they didn’t exist in this moment. Right now, it was just the two of you, escaping to the only place where the world felt small, simple, and utterly yours.

Past the bridge, through the familiar winding paths of the woods, your feet barely touched the ground as you weaved between trees, dodging low-hanging branches. You looked back at Fíli, your smile bright and playful; hopefully this was going to be the night that you could beat him at the race. The scent of earth and pine filled your lungs, and your heart pounded, but not from the running. No, it was from the anticipation, the sheer delight of being with him.

The clearing revealed itself at last, bathed in the fading golden light, the sea of colorful, vivid wildflowers swaying gently as if greeting you both. This perfect, hidden world was yours and Fíli’s alone. A secret space where no royal title, no heavy crowns, and no expectations could reach him. The only one who knew of these secret rendezvous was Kíli, and even he had promised never to intrude nor tell their Uncle Thorin where the older Prince had run off to.

Breathless but grinning, Fíli managed to catch up, pulling you into his arms from behind, causing you to squeak, your hands coming up to cover his around your midsection. 

“I win,” He declared triumphantly, spinning you around slightly before setting you down in the soft grass, his bright blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You cheated,” You accused, turning around in his arms.

“Me? Cheat?” Fíli feigned innocence, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. “You wound me.”

Rolling your eyes, you slipped out of his grasp, finding your spot against the large, thick base of a tree, staring up at the sky as it deepened into dusky purples and fiery oranges. Fíli sat beside you, head heading landing on your lap, as usual, only to look at you instead of the sky.

“Tomorrow, I have meetings with Uncle and the council,” He murmured, his hand raising, fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. “And after that, I have to oversee the new trade agreements with him as well.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, knowing all too well how his duties often swallowed him whole. That was why this place mattered so much. Why these nights spent among the flowers, under the stars, were so precious. Because here, Fíli was not a Prince. He was simply yours. And you were his.

“We’ll stay here as long as we can, then,” You said softly, your own fingers running through his somewhat unruly golden locks.

A small, grateful smile touched his lips and he sighed. “Aye. As long as we can.”

Silence settled between you, comfortable and warm. The only sounds that filled the space were the gentle whisper of the wind rustling through the trees, the rhythmic chirping of crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl hidden somewhere in the canopy. The world felt still, untouched, as if time itself had paused to let you both exist in this perfect moment.

Your fingers continued their slow, soothing path through Fíli’s golden locks, absentmindedly twirling a braid or allowing your nails to gently graze along his scalp as your gaze remained fixed on the vast sky above. Stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, distant yet constant, a quiet reminder that some things were eternal. But Fíli wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. As he usually caught himself doing.

His hand rested over yours, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart. His other hand toyed with the soft blades of grass beneath him. A feeling welled up inside him as he continued to look up at you, something deep and overwhelming, something that warmed him from the inside out. A shaky exhale left his lips.

Slowly, he lifted his hand from the grass, his calloused fingers brushing lightly against the underside of your jaw, a featherlight caress that sent a shiver down your spine. The touch was soft - so unlike the hardened warrior, the noble prince. It was reverent, as though you were something delicate, precious.

Your breath hitched at the contact, your eyes finally breaking away from the stars to meet his. His gaze was steady, unwavering, filled with something unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

“Fíli?” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

His thumb traced along your jawline, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something. But instead, he only smiled, small and full of something tender. “I just… I needed to look at you,” He admitted, voice hushed. For a moment, he didn’t speak, just gazing at you with that same deep, earnest expression. And then, his words came, “You are more wondrous than the most radiant of jewels,” Fíli murmured, “I’ve seen beauty in many places, in mountains and forests, in gold and in stone, but none of it holds a candle to you. The light in your eyes, the way you laugh, how you make the world brighter simply by being in it... I…” He hesitated, his breath catching for just a moment. “I do not deserve you, but I love you. More than I know how to say.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, the intensity in his gaze, and the raw honesty in his tone. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him with a mix of awe and adoration. "Flatterer," You teased lightly, a bit breathless from his confession. “Trying to make me flustered.”

Fíli chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears, his blue eyes sparkling with affection. And then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, you leaned down, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours as your lips brushed lightly against his.

“I love you too,” You whispered softly, the words flowing from you as naturally as your heartbeat, your nose brushed against his. “And I am the one who does not deserve you, my Prince.”

And then, without another word, your lips met his in a kiss. At first, it was soft, a gentle meeting of lips that lingered, savoring the closeness. His lips were warm, and tender, and you felt a spark of something deep within you - an electricity that sent a shiver through your spine. Carefully, Fíli sits up, not once breaking the kiss as he cups the back of your neck, deepening it. Your hand dug deeper into his hair, tugging lightly, earning you a groan that rumbled deep in his throat. Slowly, your back met with the soft ground, Fíli hovering above you. The world around you faded, the moonlight casting you both in its silver glow as Fíli’s lips trailed lower, whispering promises against your skin. 

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More than a fortnight had passed since that night. In the time since, you hadn't seen Fíli as often as you wished. His princely duties had kept him occupied, and though you understood, a part of you still longed for the quiet moments you had shared. Instead, you found yourself spending more time with Kíli when you weren’t tending to the wounded or ill in the infirmary. It had been King Thorin himself who had offered Erebor as your home after you aided him and the Company in reclaiming the mountain. You had fought beside them, risked your life alongside theirs, and in return, you had been granted a place within their kingdom. That was how you met Fíli. What began as camaraderie had blossomed into something deeper, something neither of you had expected but couldn’t deny. Now, Kíli's lighthearted nature was a welcome distraction, his jokes and playful antics easing the ache of Fíli’s absence, but it wasn’t the same. Still, you told yourself Fíli would come to you when he could. He always did.

But for the past few days, something had felt... Off.

You had slept in - something you never did. And when you did wake, it was as if your body refused to cooperate, leaving you sluggish and unwilling to leave the warmth of your bed. Weakness clung to your limbs, irritation simmered just beneath your skin, and even the simplest of tasks became difficult to focus on. Were you coming down with something? Falling ill? That was the only explanation, wasn’t it? Maybe you were overworking yourself. There had been many instances where Fíli - and Kíli - would have to pull you away from your work after you revealed that you hadn't had a break, and you hadn’t been sleeping well.

Deep in thought, you paused mid-step as you walked down one of the many halls in Erebor. Your brows furrowed, mind racing as the pieces slowly began to fall into place. And then - your breath caught. Frozen in place, you realized something.

You had missed your week. You didn't think anything of it at first, however... Heart pounding, your gaze dropped, your hand instinctively pressing against your stomach. 

A rush of emotions surged through you. Disbelief, uncertainty, and something else, something deeper. Slowly, you took a step back, your back meeting the cool stone wall as you pressed a trembling hand to your warm cheek. A light-headed feeling washed over you as you struggled to process the truth now settling in your chest.

Were you with child?

Your breath hitched as your mind drifted back to that night in the woods with Fíli. The warmth of his touch, the way he held you, the whispered words between kisses beneath the stars. Your cheeks burned at the memory, heat flooding your face. And then, like a whirlwind, a storm of emotions crashed over you - fear, worry… But above all else, happiness. Joy.

A baby.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision as the weight of the realization settled in. You couldn’t stop them, nor did you want to. They spilled over, trailing down your cheeks as a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.

“Are you alright?”

The familiar voice made you jump slightly, and you turned to see Kíli standing a few feet away, his brows drawn together in concern. His usual playful demeanor had shifted into something softer, worry evident in his gaze as he took a step closer. You quickly wiped at your eyes, nodding as you let out a shaky breath. “I- yes. I’m alright.” You sniffled, another laugh bubbling past your lips as you smiled, eyes still shining with tears. “I’m just… Happy.”

Kíli’s concern didn’t fade entirely, but at your words, his expression softened, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “Well, that is good, then.” He eyed you for a moment before nudging your arm. “Still, I do not think I have ever seen someone cry because they were happy.”

You only laughed again, shaking your head, your heart still racing with the joy of your secret.

Kíli tilted his head, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Does this happiness have anything to do with a certain blonde Prince?”

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening as you gasped. Fíli. You had to tell him. Quickly, you wiped the tears from your face, steadying yourself before breaking into a run down the halls, Kíli following close behind. Your feet carried you toward the throne room - the very place you had originally been heading before your realization had struck. Fíli would be there, as he always was at this time. You had to tell him.

But as you reached the massive doors, you froze. Thorin’s deep voice echoed from within. You hesitated, the weight of his tone holding you in place. Kíli came up beside you, confusion flickering across his face as you both instinctively pressed yourselves against the cold stone wall, peeking through the slightly open door.

“I have arranged for you to wed, Fíli,” Thorin’s voice was firm, unwavering. “A high-born dwarven maiden from the Iron Hills. The union will strengthen our alliance and secure Erebor’s future.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest. The warmth that had filled you only moments ago was gone, replaced by an icy numbness that spread through your limbs. The world around you blurred, and all you could hear was a ringing in your ears. Kíli turned to you, saying something, but his voice was distant, muffled. Like you were underwater... Drowning.

Fíli was to be married. To someone else.

The thought barely had time to settle before your body reacted on its own. You turned and ran, blinded by the tears welling in your eyes. The halls of Erebor passed in a blur, your heartbeat thundering in your ears, drowning out Kíli’s voice as he called after you. Reaching your room, you threw open the door and stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind you. Your legs gave out beneath you, and you collapsed onto your bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and clutching it to your chest. The soft furs brushed against your skin as you curled in on yourself, but they offered no comfort.

Sobs wracked your body, the pain in your chest tightening like a vice. You had been so happy only moments ago - so ready to share your joy with Fíli. And now… Now, it felt like that happiness had been ripped away before you even had the chance to hold it. You were so lost in your grief that you didn’t hear the knock at your door. Didn’t hear it creak open, nor the soft footsteps approaching. Only when you felt a gentle touch on your arm did you stir.

Kíli sat beside you on the bed, his expression filled with quiet concern as he rubbed slow, soothing circles against your arm. “You know Fíli would never allow this,” He murmured. “He will find a way. He’ll convince Uncle to put an end to this arrangement.”

His voice was steady, filled with certainty. But you could only stare ahead, fresh tears slipping silently down your cheeks. Because, no matter how much you wanted to believe him, a terrible doubt had already crept into your heart.

Slowly, reluctantly, you sat up, tucking your legs against your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Your voice was quiet, strained, as you finally spoke. “I don’t think Thorin will change his mind, Kí… He’s doing what he thinks is best for his kingdom.” You sniffled, brushing the dampness from your cheeks. “He’s a wise king. He knows what is best.”

Kíli stared at you as if you had gone mad. His brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. “Are you mad?” He asked, disbelief coloring his tone. “Are you just going to give up?” You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. But Kíli wasn’t done. “Fíli would not give up on you,” He said firmly. “Not for anything. He will fight. So why are you giving up on him?”

You finally looked at him, your eyes filled with sorrow but also with a quiet resolve. “I’m not giving up on him, Kíli,” You whispered. “But this… This decision will be best for him.”

Kíli’s brows furrowed deeper, frustration flashing in his dark eyes. “Best for Fíli?” He repeated incredulously. “You honestly believe that? That losing you - losing the love of his life - is what’s best for him?”

You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your arms. “He is the heir to Erebor,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “His duty will always come before his heart.”

Kíli let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "That may be true for Uncle," He said, his voice heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. "But Fíli... Fíli is not Uncle. He would never choose duty over you, not if it means losing what he truly wants." You felt a pang in your chest at his words, and despite the doubt that had clouded your mind, a flicker of hope ignited. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully embrace that hope. Kíli gave you one last, lingering look, his eyes filled with worry but also a sense of determination. "I'll go now," He said quietly, his tone softening as he stood. "You need rest, and I’ll speak to Fíli first thing in the morning."

You nodded absently, still too lost in thought to fully focus on his words. "Thank you, Kí."

With a final glance, Kíli left, closing the door gently behind him. As the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall, you sank back into the bed, your eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling above.

But what Kíli didn’t know - what no one knew - was that you had already made your decision. Deep down, you knew that no matter how much you wanted to fight for what you and Fíli shared, the truth was unavoidable. Fíli’s future was not something he could escape. His duty would always be his first priority, and the life he had planned before you entered it would take precedence over the love he had for you. And the addition that you were with child - his child - that would only complicate everything for him.

You wiped away the remaining tears on your cheeks and exhaled, your chest heavy. The heartache was unbearable, but you had no choice. No matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t stand in the way of his destiny. He deserved to be happy.

In your heart, you knew what needed to be done. You only hoped Fíli would forgive you for it.

~~~

As the sun crept up above the treeline, Fíli made his way to your room, fiddling with one of his mustache braids, nervous, anxious, and all in-between. News of his arrangement had shocked him. He was not expecting it. Not so soon, anyway. He thought he had more time to figure out a way to tell his uncle about his and your courtship, but it seemed that he ran out of time.

Fíli’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he walked nervously toward your room, twisting one of the braids in his mustache. He had spent the night tossing and turning, struggling to find the right words to tell you. The news of the arrangement had hit him like a storm - unexpected and all-consuming. He had always known his duty as heir to Erebor would come with sacrifices, but never did he imagine that one of those sacrifices would be you. He had wanted more time. More time to prepare, more time to speak to his Uncle, and more time to tell you everything. The truth of his heart. But it seemed time had already run out.

When he reached your door, he knocked softly, calling your name with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Amrâlimê?" He called again, his voice tight. When no answer came, worry began to curl in his chest, and he hesitantly pushed the door open.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

His eyes scanned the familiar surroundings - everything looked as it should. The warm sunlight filtered through the windows, the soft pillows still in place on the bed - but something was missing. Something vital.

Your presence.

He walked in, calling your name one more time, but his heart dropped as he saw that your traveling bag was gone. A chill swept over him, and he quickly scanned the room again, his gaze frantic. Most of your clothes were gone too. Panic surged through his veins, his mind racing with questions.

Where were you?

Why had you left?

Had you overheard the conversation yesterday? Did the news of the arranged marriage drive you away?

He rushed around the room, calling your name in a panic, as though you might suddenly materialize out of thin air. But the room remained still, empty, and cold.

Fíli sank onto the edge of the bed, his breath shaky. He buried his face in his hands, torn between dread and confusion. His heart twisted, wondering if he had already lost you. If you had left because of the arrangement. Because of the future he could not escape. No, he was going to escape this fate. As he sat there, a glimmer of something caught his eye. A small piece of parchment lay on the edge of the bedside table. With trembling hands, Fíli reached for it, his breath catching in his throat as he saw your handwriting scrawled across the page. His heart pounded as he read, the words on the page sinking into his chest like a dagger. You were leaving.

The letter was short, but the message was clear - you believed your presence would only be a hindrance to his happiness, that his new path was the one he had to follow. He couldn’t breathe. Fíli’s gaze swam with disbelief, the words blurring before his eyes. No. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You couldn’t just leave like this. He couldn’t let you go. With the letter still clenched tightly in his hand, he stood, determination lighting his eyes. He wasn’t going to lose you like this - not without a fight. 

~~~

Three months had passed since you left Erebor. The trip to Rivendell had taken much longer than you had originally hoped. Each day seemed to stretch on endlessly, as your fatigue deepened with every mile. At first, you had tried to push through it, thinking that it would pass, that it was simply the result of the emotional toll you’d carried with you when you left Fíli behind. But as the days and weeks stretched into months, it became clear that being with child while traveling long distances was overwhelming. Your body felt weaker, slower. Your energy was spent by midday, and you found it harder and harder to focus on the road ahead. The cold seemed to settle into your bones, and the exhaustion clung to you like a shroud. But, you pushed through. You had done this all before when you traveled with the Company, you could do it again.

There were also some minor setbacks - things you hadn’t accounted for when you’d decided to flee. One of the worst occurred when you found yourself trapped in a cave for three days, the weather worsening outside as relentless rain poured down, turning the paths into streams and making travel impossible. You hadn’t minded, as the cave offered warmth and shelter.

The rain didn’t let up, and you had no choice but to wait it out. Your mare, though brilliant and strong, was becoming restless in the confined space, and you feared continuing the journey in the worsening weather would only lead to more problems. You couldn’t risk getting sick - especially not with how weak you had already felt. You didn't want to possibly endanger your baby. So, you waited. You rested. The storm raged outside while you tried to find comfort in the silence; speaking to your pretty mare for company. She was a great listener. But all you could think about was Fíli. His face, his smile, his touch… All of it haunted you, pulling at your heart with a force you couldn’t ignore. 

Finally, when the rain cleared, you managed to resume your journey, though it felt as though the weight of the world pressed down on your shoulders. You were getting closer to Rivendell, but it didn’t bring you the peace you had hoped for. Instead, a quiet, lingering dread had settled in your chest. Would you ever truly be able to escape your heart's desire? Would you ever be able to stop longing for Fíli’s presence, for the warmth and love you had left behind?

You didn't know.

Rivendell was a breathtaking kingdom. The beauty of it all struck you as soon as you entered its gates - lush greenery, delicate waterfalls, and buildings that seemed to glow softly with an ethereal light. The air felt fresher, and crisper, and for the first time in months, you allowed yourself to breathe deeply, though the ache in your chest remained. As you dismounted your mare, weary from the journey, Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, greeted you. His eyes softened when he saw you, a small, sad, but knowing smile touching his lips. It made something inside you twist. He had always been wise, and there was an understanding in his gaze that seemed to reach beyond words.

"Welcome back," He greeted you, his voice calm and warm. "We have been expecting you."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Expecting me?" You asked, your voice soft with a hint of curiosity. "How did you know I was coming?"

Elrond’s smile grew faint but not unkind. "I had a vision," He replied simply, his tone suggesting that it was not the first time such things had happened to him. His knowing gaze lingered for a moment longer before he gestured for you to follow him. "Come, I have a room prepared for your arrival."

As he led you through the halls of Rivendell, Elrond asked about your life so far to ease the obvious tension that weighed heavily in your chest. You told him about your time since the reclaiming of Erebor - how you had helped the dwarves rebuild, how the land was slowly healing, about Fíli... Elrond listened intently, his quiet presence somehow soothing despite the unease that clung to you. When you arrived at your chambers, the sight of the warm light spilling from the room’s entrance seemed inviting, almost comforting.

He opened the door for you, and you stepped inside, noticing immediately how the room was well-appointed, its beauty matched only by the peace it seemed to offer. The scent of lavender and soft herbs filled the air, and you realized that it was the same room that you stayed in all those many months ago.

"You must be exhausted," Elrond said as he glanced around. "I will have someone help you with your things. A warm bath has already been drawn for you. I imagine it will do wonders after such a long journey." You nodded gratefully, a small, appreciative smile tugging at your lips. You had not realized how much you needed rest until now, the weight of the past months settling in on your shoulders. "If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to ask," Elrond continued, his voice full of kindness. "Rivendell is very much your home as it is mine."

You turned to him, meeting his eyes with gratitude. "Thank you, Lord Elrond," You whispered, the first words of real relief escaping your lips. As he left the room, you sat down on the bed, letting the reality of being here, in Rivendell, wash over you. 

~~~

As the weeks flew by, you slipped into life in Rivendell surprisingly easily, though it wasn’t without its differences. Rivendell was not like Erebor. It lacked the warmth of the mountain’s hearth, the familiar scent of stone and iron that you had grown so accustomed to. The sound of the wind whistling through the halls of Erebor, the echoing calls of the dwarves working together in their forges, was a rhythm that had been with you for so long. And, despite the serenity of Rivendell, you would always miss that comforting closeness. The hustle and bustle, the sense of purpose that Erebor had given you... Here, it was peaceful, almost too quiet at times.

But, amidst the new routine, life had a way of continuing, whether you were ready for it or not. Slowly, your body began to change. Your stomach began to grow noticeable. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough that even the maids who had tended to you since your arrival noticed. And you soon realized that Lord Elrond had known about the child, perhaps when you had first arrived.

He had been quietly supportive, and over the weeks, you found yourself with at least two maids - Imra and Anarzee - with you at all times, almost. They helped with dressing, ensuring your comfort, bringing you food when you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed, helping with your morning sickness, helping you with whatever random food craving you had, and bathing you when you felt too exhausted to do it yourself. It was, in a strange way, relaxing. You had been pampered more in the past handful of weeks than you ever had been before, but it was something you never truly allowed yourself to enjoy before.

Yet, in the quiet of the night, the peace that Rivendell offered often became too much for you to bear. You would find yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of Fíli, of the life you had left behind. The joy of being with child should have been enough to quiet the storm inside you, but it wasn’t. It only intensified the ache in your chest, the emptiness of missing him, of missing your old life. And on those countless nights, tears would slip from your eyes, soft and silent, as you cried for the future that could never be.

Leaving Fíli had been the hardest thing you had ever done. Every step away from Erebor, every mile that put more distance between you and him, felt like your heart was being left behind. But despite the agony it caused you, you knew deep down that it was for the best - for him. He was going to marry someone else, someone his uncle had arranged for him. He was the heir to Erebor, and his duty had always been greater than anything personal.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Fíli coming after you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he would find you - that he would search for you, desperate to bring you back. But reality was cruel. Yes, it had been a stretch to think he might come after you when you hadn’t even told him where you were going. 

You brushed your fingers gently along your bump, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you felt a little kick. You didn’t blame your child. You couldn’t. This little one, growing within you, had already captured your heart in a way nothing else could. The bond you shared with them, the tiny life that would soon be part of you, filled you with love so deep it was almost overwhelming. You promised them that you would love them with everything you had, no matter what.

And soon, the day arrived.

It was a grueling and painful few hours, each contraction feeling like an eternity. You gripped Imra's hand tightly, the pressure in your chest and lower abdomen growing with every wave of pain. Sweat beaded on your brow, trickling down your face as you fought to keep your breathing steady, remembering everything the healers had told you in preparation. The herbs they had given you helped, but no amount of preparation could truly alleviate the sheer intensity of what you were going through.

Anarzee, ever calm and steady, stood at your other side, offering soft words of encouragement. She wiped your forehead with a cool cloth, her voice a quiet anchor in the storm of pain that raged through you. 

Lord Elrond’s healer, Caerthynna, was guiding the process with quiet professionalism, her steady hands assisting in ways that left you thankful for her expertise. Her words were soft, assuring you through every push. "You're doing well," She murmured, her voice like a balm to your nerves. "Two more pushes, just two more, and you’ll have your baby in your arms."

With your next push, the pain surged again, sharper this time. You could feel your body straining, your muscles aching as you did your best to breathe through the agony, your mind focusing solely on the task at hand. "Breathe, slowly, breathe," Imra coaxed, her face etched with both concern and admiration.

Then, with one final, overwhelming push, the pressure eased, and the room fell into a heavy silence. The sound of a baby’s cry pierced the air, a beautiful, life-affirming noise that brought tears to your eyes. Exhausted, drenched in sweat, you collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for air as the weight of the moment settled around you.

"A beautiful girl." Imra spoke with a smile as Caerthynna cleaned your newborn in a soft cloth, before placing her gently in your arms as Anarzee grabbed a small blanket to place over your babe, over your arms. The world outside seemed to blur as you gazed down at your little one. Feeling her tiny hands pressed against your chest, and for a brief, precious moment, you forgot all the pain, all the heartache. All that mattered was the life you had brought into the world.

Tears, silent but flowing, gathered in your eyes as you whispered softly, your voice trembling. "You’re here." You brought your hand up to brush the little golden tufts of soft hair on her head, "My little Áine."

~~~

You held your precious Áine in your arms, the soft creak of the rocking chair blending with the gentle rhythm of your humming. The melody was one that had been passed down from your mother, a soothing lullaby that you had always found comfort in as a child. It seemed only right that you would now pass it on to your daughter. As you rocked slowly, you brushed her tiny, golden tufts of hair with your fingers, the softness almost too delicate to believe.

It had been a couple of weeks since Áine's arrival, and each day felt like a gift. Her presence was a quiet, constant joy in your days. Ever since she had come into the world, Lord Elrond had been kind, bringing gifts for her - a beautiful cradle carved with intricate designs, soft blankets that smelled faintly of herbs, vanilla, and lavender, clothing in gentle colors, and toys that would bring her delight as she grew. He had been a gracious host, and his kindness had not gone unnoticed. You didn't know how to repay him.

But as you sat in the quiet of the room, humming to your daughter, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of her resemblance to Fíli. The soft curve of her face, the delicate features, the tiny hands that were so much like his. And those eyes - those bright, sapphire-blue eyes - every time she blinked, you were reminded of him. 

"You're perfect, Áine," You whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath. Her tiny fingers curled around yours as she settled against you, her little body nestled against yours. The peacefulness of the moment filled you with a quiet sense of fulfillment. Your little Áine, whose quiet gurgles would be your new song, the melody that kept you grounded, no matter the storm of emotions that sometimes threatened to overwhelm you. With a soft sigh, you continued to hum, the soothing rhythm of the lullaby settling over both you and Áine as your exhaustion began to take hold. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, her tiny breaths, became your anchor. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered closed, and her little fingers loosened their grip on your hand. The peaceful silence filled the room, and you knew it was time.

Carefully, you shifted her into her cradle, laying her down on the soft blankets. Your heart tightened as you gazed at her, her sweet face peaceful in slumber. It was hard to leave her, but you knew that she was safe. Imra was there, her presence a quiet reassurance.

Imra smiled at you as you turned toward the door, a silent acknowledgment of your departure. “Go, my lady,” She said gently, “I will watch over her.”

You smiled back, a bittersweet expression crossing your face as you gave one last glance at your daughter. Then, with a soft breath, you stepped out of the room. It was hard, the thought of leaving Áine behind, but you needed a moment, just a moment to breathe, to clear your head. 

As you made your way through the halls of Rivendell, your fingers subconsciously pressed against your stomach, the same gesture you’d made countless times before. It was a habit, the comforting gesture that you had grown accustomed to. The fountain was in sight. It was a place you had frequented when you needed solitude. The sound of the water trickling into the basins was soothing. A soft smile crept onto your lips as memories of your time with the Company surfaced. The first time you had visited Rivendell, the dwarves had been so out of place, their grumbles about the food and the constant complaints about eating greens. You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself. They had been so serious, so earnest in their disdain for the elven cuisine - and music - and yet there had been a charm in it, a warmth that had made those days unforgettable.

But now, the memories felt distant, almost like another lifetime. Things had changed, and you had changed. And yet, despite it all, the feeling of longing remained. You sighed softly, fiddling with your courtship bead Fíli had gifted to you so long ago. The past would always be a part of you, but the present was something you had to face, with or without Fíli. With or without the life you thought you'd have. And in that fleeting moment, at least, you could allow yourself to smile and remember the laughter, the joy of days gone by. Especially when they decided to swim in Lord Elrond's fountain; that memory always made you chuckle.

As you began to head back, the familiar, comforting space of Rivendell wrapped around you once more. The gentle curve of the hallway walls brushed against your fingertips as your other hand fidgeted with the soft purple silk of your dress, the fabric a soothing texture beneath your fingers. Perhaps, when you returned to your chambers, you would have enough time to have a nap yourself before Áine awoke. 

"Amrâlimê." You froze, hearing Fíli's voice, for a split moment, you thought that you were dreaming, hearing things.  

Your breath hitched, your heart hammering in your chest as you slowly turned around. And there he was.

Fíli stood at the end of the hallway, his golden hair slightly disheveled from travel, his bright blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and exhaustion written in every line of his face, but none of that mattered. Not when his gaze was filled with something you hadn't seen in so long - relief, longing, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.

Your lips parted, but no words came. You could only stare, frozen in place as emotions warred within you. 

Fíli took a hesitant step forward, "I have been searching for you."

Your lips trembled as you finally found your voice, barely more than a whisper. "Fíli..?" Your heart clenched, your fingers tightening in the silk of your dress. "What are you doing here?"

Fíli moved closer still, his expression unwavering, full of quiet determination. "I have come for you," He said firmly. "To bring you home." Your breath caught, but he continued before you could respond. "Ever since I found your letter, I have not stopped searching. I wrote to every nearby kingdom, inquiring if you had been seen - King Thranduil in Mirkwood, Bilbo in the Shire, and ever the Iron Hills." You swallowed hard, emotions surging within you as he took another step forward. "Then I sent one to Lord Elrond," Fíli continued, his voice softer now. "Weeks passed before I received a response. And when I did, I left Erebor without hesitation. I had to find you."

Your throat tightened as he drew closer, stopping just a few feet away. His presence was overwhelming, the warmth of him, the reality of him standing right there. You had spent months convincing yourself he would never come. That he had chosen another. And yet - here he was.

Your fingers twitched at your sides where they gripped at your dress, you desperate to reach out, to touch him, to reassure yourself that he was real. Your heart ached with the longing to close the space between you, to feel the warmth of his embrace once more.

"Fíli-"

"Why did you leave?" His voice was strained, a mixture of hurt and frustration woven through his words.

You swallowed hard, your gaze dropping as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. The weight of your decision, the pain of that night, came rushing back with full force. Slowly, you lifted your eyes to meet his, the sorrow in them clear. "The night before I left Erebor," You began, "I overheard you and Thorin speaking. I heard Thorin arranging a marriage for you." You exhaled shakily, blinking against the sting of unshed tears. "I thought… It was best. For you. To leave. To give you a chance to be the heir you were meant to be, without me complicating things."

Fíli’s brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his features before something like realization settled in. His jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You believed leaving me was best?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion in it was unmistakable. Fíli took another step closer, his expression torn between disbelief and heartbreak. "Would you not think that I would know what is best for myself?" His voice was stronger now, edged with frustration, yet still laced with that unmistakable tenderness he had always reserved for you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he didn’t let you. "I was going to handle it," He continued, "I was going to tell Uncle that I was already in courtship with another, that I loved you, and that there was nothing he - or anyone else - could do to change that." 

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest. You had left, believing you were sparing him from a burden he hadn’t chosen. But here he was, telling you that you had always been his choice. Why had you been so stubborn? Why had you convinced yourself that leaving was the only option? That he wouldn't fight for you?

Your gaze dropped to the floor, shame creeping in as you muttered, “I… I thought I was doing what was right. I thought-” You swallowed hard, hands trembling at your sides. “I thought it would be easier for you if I wasn’t in the way.”

Fíli let out a sharp breath, his frustration evident, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he reached for you, his fingers brushing over your hand before he caught it completely, holding you firm. “Easier?” He repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “Amrâlimê, losing you nearly destroyed me.” His fingers tangled with yours as he looked up at you, so vulnerable, "Come home," He pleaded to you.

You parted your lips to speak, to say something - anything - but before you could, a soft cry pierced the air.

Áine.

Your eyes widened, and you instantly pulled away from Fíli's grasp, moving swiftly toward your chambers. Behind you, Fíli hesitated only a moment before following.

Stepping inside, you found Imra gently bouncing Áine in her arms, her expression apologetic as she looked up at you. “Apologies, my Lady. She has become restless but she does not seem to be hungry.”

Fíli’s breath caught as he took in the scene before him, his brow furrowing in confusion. But you barely noticed as you reached for your daughter, gathering her into your arms with practiced ease. The moment Áine was in your embrace, she quieted, her tiny fingers curling into the fabric of your dress, her cheek pressed against your chest. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, your heart full. And then, as if sensing the weight of the moment, you looked up - meeting Fíli’s stunned, wide-eyed gaze.

Imra, ever perceptive, cast you a quick glance before swiftly exiting the room, shutting the doors behind her, leaving you and Fíli alone. Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words, with emotions too tangled to unravel in mere moments.

Fíli swallowed hard, wetting his lips as he struggled to find his voice. “You-” He started, then faltered. He exhaled sharply, his voice quieter when he tried again, hesitant, unsure. “You have moved on?”

Your heart clenched at the thought, at the hurt in his voice. You shook your head immediately, frantic to reassure him. “No, Fi. No.” You breathed out, “I have not moved on. I have not loved another.” You hesitated, words catching in your throat as you glanced down at the baby nestled against your chest. “Just-” You paused, sighing softly as Áine’s tiny blue eyes blinked up at you, her lips parting in a small gurgle of contentment. Fíli was silent, unmoving, as if afraid to breathe. You shifted, moving to the rocking chair by the window, settling in carefully with your daughter in your arms. Rocking gently, you finally looked back up at him, your voice softer this time. “Come see her.”

Fíli hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. Slowly, cautiously, he came to stand beside you, peering down at the tiny bundle cradled in your arms. She was wrapped snugly in fine satin, deep purple and soft blue, fabrics gifted by Lord Elrond himself. But it wasn’t the elegant cloth that caught Fíli’s attention - it was her. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the window, wisps of it glowing like spun gold. And her eyes - bright, strikingly blue - mirrored his own, sparkling with curiosity as she let out another soft gurgle. And then, realization struck him like a hammer to the chest.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Is she mine?”

You smiled wistfully, your gaze dropping to Áine as you gently stroked her soft cheek. Was it fear that kept you from looking at him? Or was it the overwhelming urge to burst into happy tears now that he was here - that he had found you, that he had found her?

Your throat felt tight as you nodded, doing the best you could to steady your voice. “Her name is Áine.”

Fíli let out a shaky breath, “That night, in the clearing…” He murmured, almost as if he was still trying to grasp the reality before him.

You nodded again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… That night.” A silence stretched between you before you found the strength to continue. “I found out I was with child the night I overheard Thorin,” You admitted, your fingers absentmindedly running over Áine’s tiny hand. “And I left… Thinking it would be easier for you. I thought if I were gone, you could be the heir without this - without me - being a burden to you.” You swallowed hard, guilt pressing down on you like a weight. “But now I know… Leaving was a mistake.” Your voice cracked as you met his gaze, tears slipping freely down your cheeks. “These past months without you have been unbearable. But having her… Having Áine, it felt as if I could breathe again.” Fíli’s expression was unreadable - his blue eyes glistening with emotions too vast to name. A choked sob left you as you shook your head, voice thick with regret. “I am so sorry, Fíli. I did not think my poor decisions would lead us here. I thought I was sparing you, but all I did was hurt us both. I hurt her...”

Fíli gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “No, amrâlimê,” His knuckles brushed against your cheek, a featherlight touch before he wiped away your tear with a calloused thumb. “I understand,” He said softly. “I do not blame you for leaving out of fear.” He let out a shaky breath, his thumb lingering against your skin as if reassuring himself that you were real. “I only wish you had told me. That you had trusted me enough to face this together.” His voice wavered slightly, but he held steady. “But the past is in the past. We are together again. We should not worry about the past any longer." Fíli exhaled softly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I will write to Uncle, tell him I have arrived in Rivendell and that you, Áine, and I will return home.” His voice was steady, but there was something unshakably determined in his tone - a promise, a vow.

Your breath hitched, a teary, joyous smile breaking across your lips as you nodded. "Alright." Your voice was but a mutter. 

“I have already spoken to Lord Elrond when I arrived." He continued, "I had been confused as to why he mentioned sending a carriage and a few of his finest warriors for whenever we decided it best to leave, but I understand now.” His eyes dropped to Áine, his expression softening, and slowly, he reached out. The tip of his fingers brushed along her chubby cheek, and Áine responded instantly, letting out a mix of a giggle and a gurgle, as if she knew. Tiny fingers reached out, grasping his much larger one, holding on tight. Fíli sucked in a breath, his lips parting slightly as wonder flickered across his face. “She’s strong,” He whispered, “Just like her mother.” Fíli’s gentle smile shifted into something more playful, mischief dancing in his bright blue eyes. “And clearly, she has my good looks."

A laugh bubbled past your lips, the weight in your chest easing for the first time in months. “Oh, is that so?” You mused, reaching up to tug playfully on one of his mustache braids.

His grin widened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you guide him closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “Absolutely,” He murmured.

“Come here,” You whispered, and Fíli didn't hesitate.

He leaned in, closing the distance, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss - one that spoke of everything left unspoken. Of love lost and found again. Of home.

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Main Masterlist | The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings Masterlist

[anaszpan]

[ IMAGINE ] : AFTER THE BATTLE OF THE FIVE ARMIES YOU HAVE TO CUT FILI'S HAIR.

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] [ A/N ] : The photos do not belong to me. English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story.

The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow across the dimly lit chamber, picking out shadows that danced on the stone walls, remnants of a sorrowful aftermath. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken words and lingering regrets, so tangible it felt as if one could reach out and touch the sorrow that permeated the room. Each flicker of the flame illuminated the contours of the ancient stones, their surfaces worn and pockmarked by time, as if bearing witness to the heart-wrenching stories that echoed within these walls.

Fili sat silently on a rough-hewn wooden stool, his head bowed. The once vibrant golden strands of his hair fell in disarray about his shoulders, matted and encrusted with the remnants of chaos and bravery. A patch of dried blood, mingled with flecks of mud and telltale signs of the savage skirmish, clung to his locks like a dark memory that refused to yield. The loss we had suffered hung between us — Kili is gone, a hero's fall, a wound too deep for any balm.

“Fili” You whispered “we need to… we need to do something.”

He looked up, those piercing blue eyes reflecting a mix of fatigue and an unspoken acceptance of fate. “Beneath the tangle of it all,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair in a vain effort to set it right, “lies the strength of my family—my ancestors. This hair, it’s a mark of who we are.”

A lump rose in your throat as you studied him; the fierce spirit of a warrior held captive by sorrow. It's understood that to a dwarf, long hair was more than just a symbol of pride; it carried stories, legacies, and loss—reminders of kinship and battles fought together. To cut his hair felt like an act of betrayal against the very essence of Dwarven culture and against the bond that had brought us together through countless trials.

As you kneel beside Fili, the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies hangs heavy in the air. The sounds of the battlefield fade into a haunting silence, only the distant moans of the wounded and the crackle of the dying embers fill the space between us. His dark, tousled hair is matted, tangled in gruesome knots that tell the story of the ferocity of the fight. Blood, both his and that of his foes, has dried into the strands, mixing with remnants of ogre flesh, creating a gruesome tapestry that clings stubbornly to his scalp.

“The battles we fought have etched our souls and those of our kin into something far greater than hair,” Your heart ached as you plucked a dagger —a tool of war now turned to one of tenderness. You sigh heavily as you begin to work through the strands, separating them from the worst of the debris. Each tug of the knife against the tangled knots is accompanied by a pained grunt from him, but you press on, knowing it’s a necessary discomfort. “We carry them with us in our hearts, but we must also find the courage to begin anew.”

You clip away the worst of the snarls, the clumps of dried blood and flesh falling to the ground in a testament to what he’s endured. There’s a vulnerability in the air, a sense of intimacy in this act of care.

Time passed in quietude, and with each snip, you recalled the laughter shared with Kili, the fierce bravery they displayed as brothers in arms. You could almost hear Kili’s voice, urging forward, reminding you that grief, while powerful, could not overshadow the legacy they were meant to forge.

When the final snip echoed through the silence, you stepped back, surveying the result of careful handiwork. Fili’s hair, though shorn and lessened in length, gleamed with the remnants of honor. It framed his face, a softer version of the warrior you admired, you loved, a reminder that it was not the length of his hair that defined him, but the spirit and courage that dwelled within. Golden-haired prince looks up at you with a grateful glint in his eyes, a hint of life returning to them.

“Thank you.” he whispered, his voice raw and unsteady.

“You’re still a dwarf, Fili — just a little less tangled....They'll grow back.” You promised him softly.

[mlmxreader]

So Lucky | Fili x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ 145 "Fuck, am I glad to see you"

137 talking around a campfire

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: ̗̀➛ You await for Fili to come back to you, just one more time.

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You waited with somewhat held breath for the Company to return to the small camp you had made; they had told you to wait, as you were the most likely to be able to escape quickly and quietly should any trouble occur while they were gone, and you were the most likely to be quickest at warning them.

The skies were pure black, massive explosions of clouds covering every star with a thick smog; silence was only just droned out by the crackle and pop of the fire in front of you. Red and orange flames dancing with bright yellow sparks that soon died out; it wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in Middle Earth to watch.

You used to enjoy nights like that. Sat in front of the fire, cuddled into Fili's side or sat on his lap; cool air against bare skin and your lips against his neck. His hands on your back and this thick, rough, fingers against your soft skin. Talking about everything and nothing all at once.

You hoped that he was alright. Thorin said he would look after him for you, but you weren't so sure anymore. They were in constant danger at every turn, and you knew what Fili and Kili were like; it was only natural that you felt some anxiety and some apprehension about the entire situation.

But as you sat there, staring into the fire, you could hear footsteps; they were heavy. Not an elf.

Careful. Not an orc.

Steady. Not a man.

No, those were the steps of dwarves, and amongst them, were the almost silent and meandering slaps of hobbit steps trailing behind.

You grinned, listening to the sound shuffle closer; the second you saw a head of golden hair with a long beard, you leapt into action, and quickly pinned him down on his back. Your knees either side of his hips, your hands pressed into his chest as you grinned and leaned down to press your head against his; your voice was weak with relief, on the verge of breaking.

"Oh, thank fuck!" You breathed out as he laughed loudly. "Fuck, am I glad to see you!"

For a moment, Fili allowed himself to revel in how happy you were to see him, to touch his skin and to be so close; he grinned, holding onto every second until his uncle beckoned him - and you - to sit around the fire with everybody else.

It was a hesitant and reluctant move, but you and Fili managed it eventually; sitting with your knees touching and your hands clasped together as you refused to stop looking at one another.

The rest of the Company's conversations seemed to fade into distant chattering, becoming birds in the early morning trees as you and Fili just stared at each other.

"Are you sure you're alright?" You murmured quietly, loud enough only for his ears to pick it up.

Fili nodded, giving your hand a little squeeze just to add emphasis that he was truly fine. "A few bruises, but otherwise spotless. I promise."

You nodded, daring to smile a little bit as you raised your brows. "Do you want me to kiss them better?"

"I would love that," he admitted with a small grin. "But I don't think there's anywhere we can sneak off to just yet."

You could only agree as you hummed and move to sit on his lap; Fili welcomed the presence, resting his head on your shoulder as he kept your body steady against his own. The others didn't bat an eye.

They knew you and Fili were going to be wed once the mountain was reclaimed, and did not see why you shouldn't show such blatant affection for one another.

"So," Thorin spoke up as he cleared his throat. "Have you two decided on when the wedding will be?"

You nodded eagerly as you grinned. "We said the summer."

Fili grinned as he nodded in agreement. "Late summer."

You leaned into him, proudly holding his hand on your lap. "But... we want you to do the honours, Thorin."

He furrowed his brows, shaking his head. "I couldn't possibly."

"Please," you asked softly. "Just this one kindness?"

He considered it for a moment. Sure, he would have liked to have seen the wedding of his nephew and his childhood love - but he doubted he would be alive to see it; he clenched his jaw. Perhaps he could do you both a kindness and say yes, even though he knew better.

Slowly, Thorin nodded. "Fine. I will do it as a kindness to you both."

Fili shook your hand a bit, grinning when you turned to him and kissed him softly. "I love you."

"I know," you murmured softly, raking a hand through his beard gently. Watching the campfire flames dance in his eyes. "You need to wash so fucking bad, you're covered in filth."

He laughed softly as he nodded and swallowed thickly. "Maybe in the morning. It's a bit late now, don't you think?"

You agreed quietly, snuggling into him and sighing heavily. Now he was back, the long hours were starting to dawn on you, and you could feel your body start to protest with being awake; Fili's warmth didn't help as you leaned your head against him and slowly closed your eyes.

He let his grip grow a bit tighter, making sure that you were steady against him as he talked quietly with his uncle, brothers, and the rest of his kin; when they noticed that you were dozing off, they all dropped their voices to be quieter.

You had been up since before it was light, it was the least that they could do for you.

Thorin cleared his throat, grabbing Fili's attention as quietly as he possibly could. "You chose well, nephew. They're good for you."

Fili grinned as he gently traced your jaw. "I know. I'm lucky, aren't I?"

"Very!" Kili jeered quietly. "You'd think that they'd have more taste!"

"Show some respect," Thorin huffed. "They'll be kin, once they're married to Fili."

But Fili could only smile, letting you sink down with your head in his lap as he gently stroked your arm. He really was so fucking lucky.

[astraariel]

flores amarillas (a devotion of love)

pairing: fili x mexican!reader (kinda?)

summary: after being thrown into Middle Earth randomly, Fili surprises you with an act of love, reminding you of your life back home.

september 21st - when someone gives someone else yellow flowers on this day, it means you have undying loyalty and love for that person and can be used as a symbol wishing to spend the rest of your days with that person.

word count: 2.4K

warnings: none

tags: tooth-rotting fluff; nobody dies/everyone lives!au; modern character in middle earth!au

author’s note: I am so sorry for being gone for a whole year, oops. here is a fic I wrote in a couple of hours bc I randomly got the urge to write again… my hyperfixation of lotr/the hobbit has made it’s return so I hope you guys love Fili as much as I do <3

so when I daydream, obviously I do it by how it pertains to myself and my culture so this technically is a mexican!reader insert since it's a holiday from my culture BUT it’s a cute holiday nonetheless so I wanted to write about it. this will probably be the only specific reader fic I write because I don’t want to narrow my broadness bc I try to write for any READER! (ig I also write just fem!reader but I digress)

am I posting this a month after the date? yes, yes I am. but who cares! I still wanted to write this and I think it will help me get out of my slump and make me try to write more…

for the sake of the fic (and my mind) the dwarves have the same calendar system as us... I can not mentally try to convert when September 21st would be for them lol. anyways, enjoy and ignore any grammar mistakes♡

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The sound of your footsteps echoed around the grand halls of Erebor, the quiet murmurs and shuffling of all the dwarves doing their jobs filled the air as you walked toward the gates.

Thorin had dismissed Fili of his duties for the day as crown prince, allowing him to skip all his meetings he normally would be in attendance to.

As soon as Fili had gotten the news, he ran to find you so he could make sure to steal you away for the day. 

So here you currently were, making your way to where Fili was so he could surprise you with whatever he had planned for your date.

Looking back on your life now to what it was back in your world, was bizarre to say the least. You’ve grown accustomed to your new life here in Middle Earth, but it had taken you a bit to adjust to it. Having been fond of the books made you excited to live and breathe the words you had read as a kid in real life.

Finding yourself stumbling around the Shire at the same time when the company had been instructed to meet at Bilbo’s house, changed your life for the better. 

Once Thorin had begrudgingly allowed your presence into the company, you quickly learned how the quest had been a long and exhausting one. Hours and hours of the dwarves grilling you on where you came from, what your world was like, and what you were doing there had your head spinning. Eventually, it turned from weariness to genuine curiosity so you had found yourself on quiet nights around the fire, surrounded by thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard telling them about random facts from your world. 

The company slowly began warming up to you in their own ways, but you grew exceptionally close to the two younger brothers. 

Many nights with Fili and Kili had you going on and on about your life back home. Kili’s incessant questions and curiosity allowed you to run your mouth over and over about random aspects of your life and made you grow fond of him immediately. Fili, on the other hand, was a bit quieter, shaking his head at his brother’s antics and having more thoughtful questions that had you reminiscing on old memories.

Nonetheless, you began to care for them even with the many nights that had you dreading the end of the quest and the final battle that the dwarves found themselves in before reclaiming their homeland. 

You originally didn’t want to get close to any of them, the fact that you already knew their fate and they didn't, ate at you everyday. You kept your distance at first, the anticipatory grief already settling in once you had made eye contact with the brothers that very first day was already too much. And yet, you still found yourself laughing and opening up to them throughout the quest. 

Especially Fili. 

His blue eyes captivated your mind, they beckoned you to get closer to him, to ask him questions about his life back home in the Blue Mountains. About his childhood, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes; he made you fall in love with him after your very first conversation. 

Of course, you couldn’t voice that. He was the crown prince, who was currently on a quest to reclaim his motherland. 

And of course also because…the ending.

You weren’t sure how your presence in Middle Earth and on the quest would affect the outcome, but if you couldn’t change what happened, you wanted to save yourself that grief. 

And yet, when Fili presented the courting bead he had been creating late at night during the journey, you accepted it wholeheartedly. 

You were a selfish creature. 

Thankfully, you did everything in your power to keep everyone alive, after long and anxious nights of sitting by all of the Durin’s beds they all healed from the battle and began their new lives in Erebor.

You began your new life in Erebor as well, with Fili. 

A voice shouting your name shook you from your thoughts. 

“Amrâlimê, you look beautiful as ever.” Fili came into view as you processed his comment.

Smiling, you leaned over to kiss him. “Thank you, you look wonderful as well.”

Grinning, he took your hand. “Come, I have an amazing day planned for us, ghivashel.”

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Your fingers traced the lines on Fili’s hand as the two of you laid in the grass, still recuperating from the spontaneous race up the hill where you currently both laid atop of.

After a bit of silence, Fili’s voice rang in your ear. “Did you have fun, my love?” 

Sitting up on your arm, you look over at him. “Of course I did, I always enjoy myself when I’m with you.”

Fili looks over at you, “Flattery,” he grabs your hand and kisses it, “careful fair maiden, you may just create an admirer out of me with your words.”

Giggling at your mushy banter, you smile over at him. His golden waves framed his face perfectly in the fading daylight. His eyes crinkling in happiness as he looked over at you made you swoon inside.

Fili stands abruptly, extending his hand out to you. “Come, follow me, I figured we could have a picnic under the stars like old times.” 

Fili leads you off to the side into a fenced off area where you knew the few botanist dwarves cultivated their flowers. 

Once the two of you entered, your eyes were met with a blanket in the middle of the garden with an area of food and desserts displayed along with blankets that the two of you could use for the coming night chill.

“When did you do this? You were with me all day?” Your confused face followed Fili’s figure that was walking toward the sitting area.

Fili sends you a cheeky grin. “I may or may not have bribed Kili to do this for me with the guarantee that I’d cover for him with Uncle so he can sneak off with Tauriel next week.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “Kili will do anything but confront Thorin about being with Tauriel, he needs to just suck it up and tell your Uncle he’s in love with an elf.”

Fili hums in agreement as he guides you further toward the blanket. You situate yourself as you look over the treats that Fili (Kili) had laid out for you.

The two of you quietly begin snacking as you gaze at the sky when Fili breaks the silence. “I’m very lucky to have you, amrâlimê, I thank whatever power that put you in my world because I was able to meet and love you.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn away from Fili, “you're so sappy.” Glancing at him again you smile, you never will get used to his random confessions of love he does. You don't think the butterflies will ever go away, he constantly makes your heart want to burst out of your chest with how fast it always beats around him. 

The amount of love you have for Fili has never been like anything you’ve experienced. Whenever you think or look at him your heart swells, just being in his presence sends a calming effect through you and yet simultaneously, a tsunami of intense emotion. You've never had any love like it before.

You agreed with what he said, you truly thank whatever power placed you in the Shire when it did.

“I know we don’t really see each other often since I'm so busy-” Fili begins.

“Fee, I know you have responsibilities, I understand.” 

Fili just stares and smiles at you for a second. “I know you do, Mahal, I love you so much.” After a split second he says, “I’ll be right back.”

The random shift of tone catches you by surprise eliciting a laugh from you, “What?” 

“I’ll be right back!” He gives no other explanation before running off in a direction leaving you. 

“Ok?” You’re left confused, but amused at your lover’s antics.

A few minutes pass by before you hear footsteps returning, your head turns in the direction of the sound and you find Fili’s figure holding something behind his back.

“What are you hiding,” you giggle, “What’s behind your back, Fee?” Leaning over you try to get a glimpse at the mystery behind him.

He doesn't say anything as he bends down to get on his knee so he can be closer at your eye level to your figure reclining on the ground. 

You look at him expectantly waiting for him to start.

“I wanted to make this a grand gesture, but I was panicking and Kili’s fed up with me constantly going on and on about this day but…”

Titling your head, you question, “This day?” 

Fili seems to stop his rambling and pulls his arms from behind. “It’s the 21st of September.”

You let out a surprise gasp before sitting up. You had noted on the calendar in your room that it was the 21st but expected nothing from it since you weren't in your own world.

And yet here was Fili, kneeling with yellow flowers held out in front you. 

Your eyes scan over the array of yellow flowers that were held carefully with white paper in Fili’s hands.

“How did you-?” 

Fili smiles, “During the quest, remember?”

Your mind combed through your memories, attempting to recall the conversation. 

The company had been unknowingly making the journey to Rivendell (under Gandalf’s expense) which had evoked Kili’s curious side from the exhausting trek. You and the two brothers were walking side by side toward the back, when Kili had posed you with a new question from your life back in your world.

“Tells us more about your culture,” Kili nudges you, “not just your world but you specifically.”

Catching you by surprise, you think quickly for an answer. “Hmm…well from where I’m from, there's a specific day that a person may use to confess how they feel about you.” You're not really sure what compelled you to mention this specific custom, but your mouth opened before your mind could keep up with it.

Kili’s eyes brightened with your response, so you knew you’d have to unfortunately continue with the train of thought.

“Well, on the 21st of September, if someone gives you yellow flowers, it has meaning. A lot of people from my culture see receiving yellow flowers on this day as being a very important and caring act. It’s to some, very intimate, because not many express their emotions like this so when a person does, the significance is extraordinary.” Your eyes flick back to the brothers.

Clearing your throat, you looked forward in embarrassment.

Great. You’ve just opened that can of worms out to the two brothers who you’ve barely met, as well as whoever else was currently eavesdropping in your conversation.

Not having felt the change in air with you, Kili continued to ask, “Have you been gifted yellow flowers before?”

Still not making eye contact with either of the brothers, you sighed. “No, I have not.” Clicking your tongue you continued, “I think perhaps it’s because the people who I have dated didn’t know about the meaning. I mean, even if they did, I don’t think the flowers would mean much because the relationships never worked out.” You shrugged lamely.

It’s not like you’re admitting all your past relationships were a bust, it just wasn't the type of love that was true. If any of your exes had gifted you yellow flowers, you're not sure if it would’ve had the type of impact you’ve always imagined. All your relationships had their highs, but they also had their lows, hence why they all ended and why none of them had gifted you your yellow flowers. 

You still had the hopeless romantic thought that The One would come into your life and you’d know if they were The One if they gifted you your flores amarillas like you've dreamed of. 

“Ah, well that’s interesting!” You looked over as Kili smiled at you, apparently losing interest in the conversation. Glancing at Fili, you noted that he seemingly wasn't paying attention to your entire spiel; thankfully in his own thoughts.

Your mind reels back from the memory. You knew exactly why you didn't remember that because you were embarrassed for the rest of the day because you had gotten emotional during the conversation. While you were already getting close to the brothers, you still were embarrassed that so early on you had opened up about your pathetic love life so much that you blocked it from your mind.

“I thought you weren’t listening when I was talking about that to Kili?” You questioned.

“Of course I was listening, every time you spoke I was captivated.” Fili’s smile softens.

Biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from grinning, you let him continue.

“When you had answered Kili's question with that, it took me by surprise but I found myself enamored by the way you spoke about the custom. So when I heard you speak about your culture, I knew it meant a lot to you not only due to the meaning but because it reminded you of your world.” He reaches a hand toward you, “While I am thankful you're here with me, I know that you also were pulled from the world you knew, so by talking about your culture it comforted you.” 

Your eyes began to water, God, you truly loved him. 

“I knew I wanted to incorporate this day in our lives so I thought what better yet than to propose to you with something that reminded you of your culture back home.” 

Your eyes widen, “I knew you were my One the moment I set eyes on you. So, will you marry me, amrâlimê? Will you grant me the privilege of spending the rest of your life in your new home with me?” 

“Of course I’ll marry you, Fili.” Leaping over you toppled both of your bodies to the ground with your hug. 

Landing on your sides, Fili pulls away quickly, “Don’t crush your flowers!” 

“Oh, oops, sorry.” You laugh before grabbing and smelling the bouquet, “Where’d you get these?” 

“Oh, I got them in Dale this morning,” 

“Oh my gosh.”

He laughs, “Yeah I’ve been writing to a botanist who has a flower shop in town, because I was wanting real yellow flowers for you.” 

“Flores amarillas.”

“What?” Fili looks at you.

“Flores amarillas, it means yellow flowers in Spanish.”

He smiles at you and slowly repeats, “flores amarillas.”

Giggling, you nodded.

Grinning at Fili, you made a mental note to teach him Spanish.

[drakoneve]

hey all! it’s been a minute since i posted- a lots been going on in my life and i haven’t had the time or energy for writing that i love. for the past year or so writing or finding the motivation to write has been extremely hard no matter how hard i try.

BUT i’d like to announce that i’ve been struck with inspiration after rewatching The Hobbit movies and i’ve been writing basically nonstop a Fíli x half-elven!reader for the last few days.

here’s my current word count! i figured i’d give an update😊 thank you all for your continued support on my published works!

[cowboybeepboop]

Magic

"Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4.3k 

Summary: Modern reader falls for Thorin and captures his heart. 

Warnings: Soft thorin, unprotected sex, handjob, p in v sex

a/n: Idk I’ve been wanting to write smth like this for a while so hopefully it’s good. Let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. I’m also currently in school so I’m trying to write in my free time but it’s a difficult balance 😣💔

Gandalf had come across you lost and confused, wandering the trails of the earth. You remembered him, his face, from a movie you had seen in your world. “Gandalf?” You called out to him suspiciously. 

"Hm?" He looked around then spotted you. "Ah! A human! What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the wilderness?"

“I don’t.. I don’t know?” You reply, stepping closer to him seeking the warmth of another body. 

Your stomach growled, you have been wandering for hours, maybe even days. Your clothes aren’t from this world and aren’t proper hiking attire. 

You adjust the skirt of your dress as you stop in front of him. “I’m not sure where I am..”

His bushy eyebrows furrow at your strange, out-of-place clothes, and a bemused look crossed his face. 

He took a step closer, noting your exhaustion and the state of your attire. "I can see that. You don't belong here, do you?"

Gandalf assessed your weary state and wrapped his large cloak around you gently, guiding you towards his horse. 

"You look exhausted," he murmured, concern in his eyes. "You can ride with me to Erebor. It is not far."

With a little help from him, you clambered onto the horse's back, settling between Gandalf and the horse's broad neck.

Gandalf led you through the winding paths towards Erebor, the mountain's towering presence growing larger and larger through the trees.

His horse carried you both steadily, and after some time, the grand entrance to the dwarven kingdom came into view. 

Gandalf dismounted first and helped you down from the horse before guiding you into the hall of the dwarven king.

King Thorin Oakenshield sat upon a throne carved from solid oak, a long, dark beard covering most of his broad chest. He regarded you with quiet curiosity as you and Gandalf approached.

"Gandalf," Thorin greeted. "You've returned. And with a strange companion?"

Thorin's gaze flicked between Gandalf and the strange human standing beside him. It was a woman, but not like any he had ever seen before. Her clothes were unlike anything from Middle Earth, and she appeared lost and dazed.

"Who is this?" Thorin demanded, his voice sharp and suspicious. "And where did you find her, Gandalf?"

You subconsciously hold the cloak closer to you, shifting under the scrutiny of the King.

Thorin's blue eyes, sharp and calculating, studied you closely. The way you clung to the cloak, the slight tremble in your hands, it all spoke of fear and uncertainty.

Gandalf stepped forward, gesturing to you. "King Thorin, this woman... she appears to be lost. I found her wandering in the wilderness, disoriented and bewildered."

“Y/N.” You say softly, “My name is Y/N.”

Thorin's eyebrows raised at the sound of your name. It rolled off your tongue softly, and he noted the gentleness in your voice. 

"Y/N," he repeated slowly, the pronunciation foreign on his tongue. He then turned to glare at Gandalf, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion.

“I don’t mean to intrude..” you give the king an awkward smile. “But is there any food I might be allowed?” Your hand goes to your rumbling stomach, your expression a grimace.

Thorin's eyes softened as he heard your stomach grumble. He couldn't help but let out a small, gruff chuckle, amused by your honesty. 

"Starving, are you?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We can't have that now, can we?" 

He then barked out a command, "Nori! Bring some food and drink for our new guest!"

You visibly relax, a small smile creeping up your lips. “Thank you.”

Thorin's stern demeanor softened slightly as he saw the relief on your face. "It's the least we can do," he replied gruffly.

Nori, a wiry, quick-fingered dwarf, came rushing into the room, carrying a tray of steaming food and a tankard of ale. He placed the tray on a table near you, a sly smile playing on his face. "Here you go, lass."

You reach out and give him a swift hug. “Thank you so much,” you grin widely as you take a seat, eyes sparkling.

Nori's cheeks flushed as he received an unexpected embrace from you. He chuckled and patted your back awkwardly. 

"No problem, lass. Just doing my job." He backed away, mumbling something under his breath about "soft humans" as he scurried out of the room.

Meanwhile, Thorin watched the exchange with a mix of surprise and fascination. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.

Thorin observed you, watching silently as you took a small bite. His penetrating blue eyes studied your every move, his gaze unwavering. There was something about you that intrigued him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Finally, he broke the silence. "So, Y/N," he began, his voice deep and rumbling. "Can you tell me how you came to be lost in the wilderness?"

“Not really.” You chew eagerly, the cloak Gandalf gave you sliding down your shoulders slightly and exposing your skin to Thorin's gaze.

Thorin's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of your shoulders as the cloak slipped down. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of your bare flesh. He quickly schooled his reaction and returned his gaze to your face.

"What do you mean, not really?" he asked, his voice gruff, feigning indifference. "You must have some idea of how you ended up out there, lost and alone."

“I don’t..” you sigh, stopping your chewing as you look up at him. “I just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in a cold dark forest.”

Thorin's brow furrowed at your response, confusion and concern etched on his face. "So... you just appeared out of nowhere?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. 

He took a step closer to you, eyeing the strange clothes you wore. "And what of your clothes? Those are unlike any I've ever seen."

“I was at a party,” you laugh, looking down at your revealing dress that is less than practical in this situation.

Thorin's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of your party attire, the low neckline and the bare length of your thighs on display. He swallowed heavily, his mind wandering to places he shouldn’t allow it to go. 

"A party, you say?" He repeated, his voice a little huskier than he had intended.

You nod, Thorin joins you at the table, encouraging you to eat as he continues to question you. 

A few weeks have passed since you arrived, you’ve become a little more versed in the world and palace. Having now met each of the many dwarves living in the palace.

As the weeks passed and you grew accustomed to the palace, he found himself seeking your company more and more.

The other dwarves had grown fond of you as well, especially Fili and Kili who teased you frequently and took every opportunity to make you laugh.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Thorin invited you to his private chambers once again. 

You carefully step toward his room, cautious and silent as to not wake anyone. You lightly tap on the heavy door, “Uh your highness?”

Thorin rose from his chair as he heard the soft tapping on the door. He took a moment to compose himself before calling out, his voice gravelly and deep, "Come in."

He stood by the fireplace, the amber glow of the flames dancing across his face as he waited for you to enter.

You struggle with the door, still not used to how heavy doors in this world are. “Fucking hell,” you murmur as you finally get it open, slipping inside and walking toward Thorin.

Thorin chuckled; he found your modern curses amusing and strangely endearing.

As you approached him by the fireplace, he took in your appearance. The low light of the fire illuminated your features, casting soft shadows across your face. He noted the way your gown clung to your curves, and his eyes darkened slightly as he fought to control his thoughts.

"Close the door," he commanded in a gruff voice, his gaze still fixed on you. 

The room was large and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture placed throughout. The fireplace provided a warm, intimate setting, and Thorin gestured for you to take a seat on a nearby couch.

You close the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Having your back turned to the dwarf meant his gaze could wander your frame and each slight movement of your body. 

“Thorin,” you take a seat next to him. “Those doors are so damn heavy.”

As you settled down beside him, Thorin couldn’t help but notice the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes were drawn to the subtle movement of your body, the way the fabric of your gown clung to your curves.

He chuckled at your comment, a gruff sound that rumbled in his chest. "You'll get used to it," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "After all, you've been here for a few weeks now."

You’ve gotten used to being in his room as he’s been teaching you the history of his kingdom, but you’re never here this late in the evening. “Did you miss me?” You tease as you relax into the plush couch.

Thorin's lips curled into a small smile at your playful tone. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of amusement in his gaze.

"Don't get too cocky," he grumbled, trying to appear aloof. "I just thought you might want to know more of our history, that's all."

But deep down, he had grown quite fond of your company. Perhaps a little too fond.

“Mm, do I have to learn?” You pout, tired from the day you’ve had. “Perhaps we can just relax..”

Thorin chuckled, his gruff exterior softening slightly at your pout. He knew you had been working hard and was pleasantly surprised by your suggestion to relax. 

"Hmm, you want to skip the history lesson tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what would we do instead?"

“I could.. brush your hair! I could braid it.” You offer, not knowing the implications of your suggestion.

Thorin's eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion. He hadn't expected you to offer to brush his hair, let alone braid it. In dwarven culture, it was considered an intimate gesture, reserved for close family or lovers.

But he couldn’t deny that the idea of having you touch his hair was appealing. He found your presence soothing, and the thought of your fingers running through his hair was more enticing than he cared to admit.

"You... want to brush my hair?" he repeated, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of curiosity. 

He shifted in his seat, watching you closely, his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He could hardly deny the effect your presence had on him, and the thought of you being so close, touching him in such an intimate way made his heart skip a beat.

“Why not?” You grin while scooting slightly closer to him. “It would be nice..”

Thorin's breath hitched as you scooted closer to him, and he found himself strangely compelled by the thought of having your hands in his hair. Despite his usual gruff and stoic demeanor, the idea of allowing you to brush and braid his hair felt oddly vulnerable.

He cleared his throat, trying to suppress his growing desire. "All right then," he grumbled, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. "You can brush my hair."

You grin, taking the brush from the table in your hands. “This is quite exciting.” You murmur, your hands on his shoulders as you kneel behind him.

Thorin felt the warmth of your hands on his shoulders as you knelt behind him, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as he felt your breath on the back of his neck.

"Exciting, you say?" he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "I never thought having my hair brushed would be so thrilling."

“I’ve been wanting to touch your hair for ages,” you softly undo the braids from his hair, your fingers nimbly gliding through. “It looks so soft.”

The honesty and softness in your voice sent a rush of warmth through his chest.

He swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper, "It’s not as soft as yours, I assure you."

The feeling of your fingers gliding through his hair was both soothing and arousing, sending tingles down his spine. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of your gentle touch.

You carefully brush through his locks, your fingers brushing against his back as you do so. 

Thorin's breath hitched slightly as your fingers trailed against his back, sending a ripple of heat through him. It took all his self-control not to lean into your touch, to feel more of your hands on his skin.

"You... have nimble fingers," he mumbled, his voice gruff and a touch huskier than usual.

“I take that, that is a compliment?” You murmur with a soft giggle as you begin to massage his scalp, the action is something your mom used to do to help you relax.

Thorin let out a low, rumbling sound of contentment as you began to massage his scalp, the tension in his muscles melting away under your touch.

He hummed in response to your question. "A compliment indeed," he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned into your fingers. "You have a gentle touch. It's... soothing."

“Well, thank you.” Your nails gently scratch against his skin. The pads of your fingertips working at his scalp.

Thorin couldn’t help but moan softly at the pleasure of your touch, the soft scratching of your fingernails sending shocks of desire coursing through him.

He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to regain some control over his growing need. His body was on fire, every inch of him aching for more of your touch. 

"Keep that up, and you'll put me to sleep," he teased gruffly, his voice rough with suppressed desire.

“Maybe I’d like to lull you to sleep.” You tease, you adjust yourself, sitting down against the arm of the couch. “Just relax, you can lean against me.” Your legs spread, resting on either side of his body.

Thorin’s mind raced as you adjusted your position, the thought of leaning his weight against your soft body was both thrilling and terrifying. He could practically feel your thighs against his sides, and the thought was both enticing and tortuous.

But he couldn’t deny the aching need in him to give into the temptation of your offer. Without a word, he leaned back against you, his head resting on your chest as he allowed himself to relax into your embrace.

“Are you comfortable like this?” You question, fingers still working in his hair.

Thorin let out a low, rumbling hum of contentment as he leaned against you, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending waves of pleasure through his body. 

He nodded, his voice gruff and slightly sleepy. "Yes, quite comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being so close to you. "Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”

“They’re good for other things too…” you reply in a suggestive tone.

Thorin's eyes snapped open at your suggestive tone, his body tensing at the implication. He swallowed heavily, his mind immediately filled with vivid images of all the “other things” he wished your hands could do to him.

He cleared his throat, his voice rough and strangled. "Is that so?" he managed to reply, his eyes dark with a mixture of surprise and desire.

“Mhm,” you trail one hand down his chest. “I’ve been told that I’m quite skilled with my hands.” You bite down on your lower lip.

Thorin's heart pounded in his chest as you trailed your hand down his chest, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through his body. He swallowed heavily, the sight of you biting your lip sending his thoughts spiraling out of control.

He couldn’t deny that the thought of your skills with your hands aroused him deeply, but he fought to keep his desire in check.

"Are you now?" he managed to reply, his voice thick with suppressed need. "And who exactly has told you this?"

“They’re not important right now,” you mutter, “my focus is on you, love..” you slide your hand under his shirt, fingers brushing over his muscles.

Thorin's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand under his shirt, your touch igniting a fire in him that he could barely control. The way you referred to him as ‘love’ made his heart clench.

He let out a low, guttural sound as your fingers grazed over his muscles. Your touch was both soothing and arousing, and he found himself leaning into your hand, craving more of your touch.

"You're making it very hard to think straight," he whispered huskily.

“Mm, you’re very handsome my King.” You press a kiss to his temple, your other hand moving from his hair to his chest.

Thorin's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your kiss on his temple, his heart hammering in his chest at the simple yet intimate gesture.

"You... you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. The feeling of your other hand on his chest made his muscles tense under your touch, his breath catching in his throat.

“Let me take care of you..” You move from behind him, your breasts pressing against his back as you move your hand to his trousers.

The feeling of your breasts pressing against his back sent a jolt of pleasure through Thorin’s body, and he let out a strangled gasp. He could feel the heat of you against him, and it was both tantalizing and torturous.

He swallowed heavily, his voice a hoarse whisper as he tried to fight the overwhelming desire coursing through him. "Take... take care of me?" he repeated, his eyes dark with need.

You kiss his neck as you slip your hand into his pants, fingers grazing over his hardness.

Thorin’s breath hitched as your lips brushed against his neck, followed by the feeling of your hand slipping into his pants. His body trembled with need as your fingers grazed over his hardness, and he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back against your shoulder.

"You’re... you’re driving me mad," he managed to gasp out.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you,” you whisper into his ear, your hand grasping his length.

Thorin's body tensed as your hand grasped him, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips at the sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such pleasure, and the feeling of your breath on his ear sent a shiver down his spine.

He forced himself to relax, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to your touch. "Please... yes, take care of me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

You comply, your thumb brushing over his tip and spreading his precum. He pulls his trousers down, exposing himself to the cool air, your hand moves around him.

You begin to stroke him gently, your hand moving with a rhythm that you've learned from his reactions. Each stroke causes his breath to hitch, each touch of your thumb sends a jolt of pleasure through his body. "Is this what you want?" You whisper, your voice a seductive purr in his ear.

Thorin's eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, his body reacting instinctively to the exquisite pleasure you were giving him. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing faster with every stroke. "Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice a rough growl of need. 

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you whisper sweet nothings that only served to heighten his arousal. Each word was a caress, each sound a stroke of pleasure that painted images in his mind of what was to come.

Your hand grew bolder, your strokes more deliberate as you felt his cock swell and throb in your grasp. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, and the power of it thrilled you. 

"Y/N..." he gasped out your name, his body begging for more. He was lost in the sensation, the world outside of the warmth of your embrace and the feel of your hand on him ceased to exist. 

Thorin's hand reached up to clutch the fabric of your gown, his fingers digging into the material as he fought the urge to pull you closer, to feel more of you.

Your touch grew more insistent, your hand moving faster as you felt him growing closer to release. His muscles tensed, and you knew he was close. 

"I... I need you," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "I need all of you."

With those words, the last of his self-control snapped, and he turned to face you, his eyes burning with passion as he pulled you into a bruising kiss.

As Thorin claimed your lips in a fiery kiss, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The heat of your body pressed against his, and his hands began to roam, exploring the soft curves hidden beneath your gown. 

His fingers traced the lines of your corset, desperate to feel more of your skin. Your own hands moved to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Each touch, each kiss grew more feverish as you both gave in to the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks. 

Your breaths mingled, gasps and moans filling the air as the intensity of your connection grew. The fireplace cast flickering shadows on the wall, dancing in time with the rhythm of your bodies. His hands found your breasts, cupping them gently before moving to untie the corset strings.

 As the fabric fell away, revealing your naked chest, Thorin couldn’t help but worship them with his mouth, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch with a whimper of pleasure. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath you, begging for more. The room grew hazy with desire as you both lost yourself in the moment, the world outside forgotten in the face of the passion consuming you.

Feeling the warmth of your skin and the weight of your breasts in his hands, Thorin's desire grew more insistent, his cock straining against your stomach. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked into your eyes, searching for permission to take this further. 

Your eyes met his, dark with want, and you nodded, your hands sliding down to his hips to guide his cock against your wet, eager pussy. He groaned as the head of his cock teased your entrance, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through his body. 

With a gentle rock of your hips, you encouraged him, and he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you with a deep, guttural moan. You gasped as he filled you completely, the sensation of him inside you like nothing you had ever felt before. 

The room spun as he began to thrust, the sound of your mingled cries and the crackling of the fire the only noises in the vast space. Each stroke was met with a whimper of pleasure from you, your body moving in perfect harmony with his, your hips rising to meet each powerful thrust. 

The intensity grew, your breaths becoming more ragged, your movements more erratic as the pleasure built within you. Thorin’s hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements, pushing deeper and faster as he chased his own release. 

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would surely be visible tomorrow, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming ecstasy that crashed over you both, leaving you gasping for breath and clinging to each other as the world outside the warm cocoon of his chambers faded away into insignificance.

You moaned into Thorin's mouth, feeling his cock pulse and swell as he claimed your body, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. His beard brushed against your cheeks, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. 

Your own hips met his rhythm, desperately seeking the peak of pleasure that was just out of reach. Your breaths grew quicker and shallower, your heart hammering in your chest as the pressure builds between your legs. 

Thorin's hands slid down to grasp your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the new sensation sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. 

The dwarf king growled in response, his own release following closely behind, his warm seed filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, you remained like that, panting and trembling in each other's arms, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.

Then, slowly, he pulled back, his gaze searching yours, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and something deeper that neither of you dared to name. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, and whispered, "I never knew... I never knew it could be like this."

[fvck-the-patriarchy]

Bilbo: I am convinced Y/n and Kili share a brain cell.

Fili: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

[harrypoppinss]

How the Dwarfs show PDA

Thorins company x gn!reader

Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut

Thorin

Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.

Fíli

Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.

Kíli

This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.

Dwalin

Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.

Bofur

Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.

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A/N:

Where to request a prompt for a character from LOTR/The Hobbit, Supernatural, The walking dead, FNAF? Here!

The masterlist? Here!

The prompt list? Here!

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hiii could you write about Fíli with a very dominant and assertive Fem!partner?

And some Nsfw headcanons for that hihihi

(And maybe p3gging him🤭)

Whaaaat who said that

(yesss of course! fili needs a girlboss in his life honestly :D this is so much longer than I thought it'd be, enjoy!)

(Fili x fem reader - some NSFW marked at the end :P )

Fili, as prince under the mountain, has his fair share of responsibility. This means one of the things he values the most in a partner is their ability to be independent.

Your headstrong nature is something that draws him to you right from the start, long before he starts courting you.

The way you hold yourself with such confidence is magnetic, and when he first hears you snap at someone for disrespecting you he's practically making heart eyes.

And if you're snapping at someone to defend him? Oh boy he is gone.

While he's still finding his footing as heir, he can doubt himself occasionally, and will look to you for support once you've drilled into him that he doesn't need to bottle anything up.

He highly values your opinion, so confides in you often, and trusts you to be truthful with him regardless of the situation.

Fili loves that you know what you want and aren't afraid to ask for it. Sometimes it's nice for him to have clear instructions instead of having to be the one to decide.

(And he might not admit it readily but he'll bend over backwards to get you whatever you want.)

He truly feels as though he has an equal partnership with you. You do not rely on him entirely, just as he does not rely on you, but you are strong enough to support each other. It's a relationship he's always hoped for - one out of choice rather than necessity, and fuelled by love rather than obligation.

(If he just so happens to find your assertiveness incredibly attractive, then that's just a bonus. A bonus for you as well, since you get to watch his cheeks flush slightly pink whenever you get the chance to boss people around. :P )

🌟~NSFW~🌟

As outwardly confident and occasionally flirty as Fili may be, he'd melt into the ground if you told him to.

There's just something about your voice when you give commands. It's just... entrancing.

After a long day of important tasks and having to take authority, it's a relief for him to be able to fall apart knowing that you'll put him back together.

He's a very obedient sub most days. He has odd days where he feels like riling you up just to see how you'll react, but usually he's content to let you do as you please.

He is pliant and eager to do what you ask of him, just please tell him how good he's doing. Fili never says it out loud, but you can tell from the choked whimpers that he needs the praise.

Being the good boy that he is, he always wants to show you his appreciation - a service sub through and through. It would take a lot to pry him from between your legs and, unless you command him otherwise, he will happily stay there for hours as he drifts into subspace.

This does mean he's hesitant when you tell him you want to spoil him for a night. Not reluctant, by any means, but he often feels selfish when all the focus is on him.

Which is exactly why you decide to spoil him, knowing he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes.

He's even more hesitant when you show him the strap on you bought, but with your soothing voice explaining that it will feel wonderful, my love, I promise, he couldn't possibly turn it down.

Fili looks ethereal splayed out over the bed, teeth sinking into his lower lip and face flushed, and you wonder why you hadn't tried this sooner.

After prepping him so carefully for so long that he thinks he might combust from sheer need, you slide into him, and the gasp as he clings onto you is almost enough for you to cum on the spot.

You start at a slow pace, watching his face as he gets used to the feeling, and you're content to keep the pace slow until he pleads with a whine for you to go faster.

And who would you be to deny your prince?

He cums with a cry, and you're there to guide him through it, telling him how well he's done for you, and that he's been such a good boy. You kiss him lovingly and let him catch his breath before you gently clean him up, and you deny his attempts to return the favour, insisting that tonight was about him.

The night ends with him laying against your chest, with your fingers stroking through his hair, completely boneless and softly murmuring his thanks against your neck.

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; To The Hilt (Fili x Reader)

Summary - Fili cheers you up with the help of his sword.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!Reader, mention of female genitalia (reader), brief mention of male genitalia (Fili), mention of bodily fluids (reader), wife!Reader, husband!Fili, sub/dom dynamics, soft dom!Fili (he loves his wife), semi-public sex, hair pulling (Fili's mustache), slight praise (reader receiving), pet names (reader is called a good girl and love), reader whines a lot, vaginal stimulation with foreign object (sword's hilt), implied and referenced previous negative self-talk, slight mean dom!Fili (towards the very end).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - Another suggested smut! "i really don’t have a exact idea for plot all i want is fili fucking reader with the hilt of his sword. need this. but maybe like reader is feeling down and fili just wants to make her happy with a good fuck :)" - (anonymous) I hope this lives up to your expectations, I struggled a tad with the hilt but I did my best! I apologize that I have been a bit slow with coming out with the suggestions, the holiday season had been more chaotic than I had prepared for. I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been interacting with my fics, you all have been so lovely and kind; I am sending you all my love. Reader has no defining features other than soft lips. Smut below the cut!

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The mist of your heated breath danced throughout the bitter mountain air— a cloud of gray swayed within your view for a moment before a gust of winter air carried it further down the busy mountain halls.

A shiver roamed down the length of your spine as the weight of your head fell back against the cold smoothness of the old stone wall behind you; the exposed flesh of your legs was covered in a thin layer of goosebumps as the backs of them pressed against it firmly. Yet, your attention on the chilling touch of the wall lingered for only a moment as a different—far more pleasurable—sensation regained your wavering attention.

The thick, wooden shaft of the dwarven prince's sword slid into your willing cunt—stretching your soaked inner walls to the brim as they quivered around each thrust the golden-haired dwarf made. The motions were slow yet deep—allowing you to feel the various carvings, the chilled metal, and the varied curvatures of the sword's hilt as it sheathed itself within you.

A whimper fell from your soft lips as you felt the mass of the hilt slowly back out of your cunt, threatening to leave your inner warmth as the thick, bulbous end of the hilt stretched at the tightness of your entrance. It was large and smooth, fattened perfectly to secure the dwarf's grip—and its place inside of your cunt.

The fibers of your entrance felt as if it was tearing at the seams as the fattened end of the hilt gradually began to push out of you, yet never leaving. Only half of the hilt's end left your cunt, the metal of it being warmed by your dripping walls as your sensitive, aching cunt puckered around it—stretched in a manner you never knew possible.

It felt so full, yet so empty at the same time—the depths of your cunt clenched around nothing while your entrance trembled and drooled around the hilt's end. A low groan of pleasure fell from your lips as the dwarf slowly began to push the hilt back in, allowing your walls to be satisfied by the various stretches only the hilt could provide.

"Fili..." His name left your lips in a breath, sounding more like a desperate prayer as your trembling, sweat-dampened hands grasped at the braided hair of his mustache. The cold, smooth metal beads of his braids soothed the burning heat of your hands as you tugged against the roughness of the braids. It was a momentary anchor to reality until the textured hilt began to move again.

A groan rumbled in the center of your chest at the sensation as your walls clenched around it. The fattened end of the hilt carved within you at all angles, hitting each sensitive spot within your core upon every thrust as the varied divots and carvings allowed for a familiar tingle to spread throughout your center.

The weight of your body shifted, back arching as your cunt sunk further onto the hilt—nearing the blade yet stalled by the bulbous end of the hilt, protecting the sensitive flesh of your cunt from being torn by the blade—as your grasp upon your lover's braids tightened, tugging them down as if to control his hands. Yet, his hands continued the same slow, torturous pace.

"Fili, please." You whined, the weight of your head sinking further back against the smoothness of the stone wall. The array of markings upon your neck now on display for your lover; hickeys, bite marks, and soft bruising from his palm—a sight he always loved to see; however, it did not sway the slowness of his movements.

"You know what I want, love." The heat of his breath grazed against the sensitive flesh of your neck as you tugged him closer, as another shiver roamed down the length of your spine as the wooden hilt continued its slow speed within you. "Say it." He ordered, yet your lips did not move.

Instead, they protruded outwards slightly, forming a pout as the muscles within your legs began to tremble. "Fili..." "No, that's not it." He replied to another one of your pathetic whines, slowing the speed at which the hilt of his sword rocked within you.

"Say it." He breathed as his free hand slid across the front of your abdomen, the tips of his calloused fingers gliding down the middle of your front—leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake—as they slowly continued down the path to the mound of your cunt. Hovering mere inches above your sensitive flesh, a breath away from delving between the sopping folds of your needy cunt, they lay there taunting you—a reminder you could meet the sweet release you so desperately craved if you would only speak those three simple words.

An annoyed groan fell from your lips as your gemstone-colored eyes looped around their sockets, rolling in annoyance as you knew that your beloved husband would not allow you release until you caved to his command—damn the stubbornness of dwarves.

The softness of your lips began to part, prepared to make another annoyed whine—or a pathetic plead—but the only noise that fell forth was a gasp of pleasure as the harshness of his calloused fingertips came into contact with your sensitive, twitching bundle of nerves as the hilt began to curve within you; scraping against your most sensitive spots, causing your body to quiver further in need.

"Fine!" You choked out, the pitch of your voice rising as the muscles within your thighs tightened, straining at the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations. "I am important." The words were no louder than a whisper, hidden beneath the quivering heat of your breath as your gaze shifted toward the floor.

"What was that?" Fili questioned, thrusting the hilt deeper within your cunt, causing your body to jolt forwards slightly at the sudden shifting of pace. "Louder, love. I could not hear over your panting." The cooed words felt like a taunt to you, though they were in your best interest.

For the past week, you had been wallowing in self-doubt as tales of the reclaiming of Erebor spread throughout the lively halls once more. Though you had followed your husband throughout the journey, you felt as if your role had lacked substance—as if there would be no difference if you had chosen to stay with his mother. It was a looming feeling; it would trickle back when you would hear your fellow companions boast about their bravery while you were just a mere healer, not a fighter like your husband.

A mere healer. Those three simple words had led to you pinned against this wall, with the hilt of your husband's sword buried within the depths of your cunt.

"I am important." You strained out, the words cracking upon your lips as your body shook with rising pleasure. The tips of his calloused fingers finally made contact with your sensitive clit, causing your back to arch further into the hilt and his palm.

"That's my good girl." The dwarven prince purred, the tips of his fingers continuing to trace patterns upon your swollen clit—and if you had half a mind to pay attention to what they spelled, instead of the deep stretch of his sword within you, you would feel the words 'I love you' within the pattern of swirls.

"Please..." You breathed, the syllables quivering upon your soft, pouting lips as your gaze rose from the old floor—locking onto the burning, ocean-colored gaze of your lover. "I can't—" "Then don't." He answered, the corners of his thin lips curling into a smile. "Let go."

Those two words were all it took. His name rang throughout the busied halls, alerting all within hearing distance of what was transpiring—though it was nothing new to the inhabitants of Erebor. Waves of pleasure wracked throughout your body as the overflowing fountain of your pleasure gushed upon the hilt, rolling down the length of the sword, dripping into a puddle of filth upon the stone floor.

Amidst the sea of static that rang within your ears, you could hear the faint whisperings of your lover.

"You are the most important thing to me."

"I would be nothing without you."

"I would kill a thousand men just to look at you."

"You have saved me in ways my sword cannot."

The reassuring words caused hot tears to prick in the corners of your eyes, your body still wracking from the intense pleasure as the tingling of pleasure danced throughout your veins.

Your chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace as you slowly came down from your high, vision slightly blurred from both tears and pleasure as you gazed upon your lover—slowly realizing how tight of a grasp you held upon his braids, yet the bulge within his trousers show he did not mind it one bit.

"Easy there, love." The gentle pressure upon your clit departed, earning a soft whimper to fall from your lips and a chuckle to rumble within the prince's chest. "I know, I know, but you must breathe." He spoke softly, his words dripping with affection as he rose his dripping fingers to his lips—licking off the sweet tang of your nectar before rubbing the remnants upon his trousers.

Mindlessly, the weight of your body slumped back against the chilled stone wall—soothing the burning heat that was your body as your lover slowly slid the length of his hilt out of your sore, sensitive pussy. The sight of the sword stained with the essence of your pleasure caused the flesh beneath your cheeks to heat, knowing that your husband would have to take his sword for a thorough cleaning and come with a reason as to why it reeked of the scent of sex.

"No one will ask, love," He spoke, his calloused hand cupping the side of your face. The cold, smoothness of his various rings gently soothed the raging fire beneath your cheeks. "they know better than to question me." He continued to assure you. The softness that his ocean-colored eyes held as he gazed upon you allowed your worries to ease further—and caused your knees to become weakened.

"And if they do?" The words left your lips in a whisper, nearly masked by the loud clanking that danced throughout the dwarven halls. "Then I will gloat about how pretty my wife is when she comes." He teased; the heat of his words against your neck caused a new heat to rise within your core—your inner thighs becoming slick with excitement at the thought, yet your face grew hotter thinking of the consequences of such a thing.

"Fili." The familiar sound of you whining his name caused the dwarven prince to chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly in amusement as his calloused hand remained on your cheek. "I jest, I jest." He laughed, yet the twinkle within his ocean-colored eyes told another tale.

"However," He began as he leaned into you, getting as close to your quivering frame as he could—the dampened coldness of his sword's blade pressing within the sensitive folds of your cunt. "if I ever hear you speak poorly of yourself again, I will not hesitate to bend you over and fuck you till everyone in Middle-Earth knows the sound of you screaming my name. Understood?" The moisture within your mouth dried at the threat as you slowly bobbed your head in agreement.

A threat you planned to use to your advantage.

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Seeing Erebor for the first time with Thorin's Company

Gandalf: "Erebor, the lonely mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of middle-earth."

Thorin: "Our home..."

Óin: "A raven! The birds are retuning to the mountain!"

Y/N: "That, my dear Óin, is a Thrush."

Thorin: "But we"ll take it as a sign. A good omen."

Bilbo: "You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us."

Y/N: *scrunches her face* "uh huhhhh... Yeah about that..."

The Company: ???

Y/N: "NOTHING!!!"

Gandalf: *Quietly* "You return to Mirkwood soon Pethryn."

Y/N: *mutters* "Mirkwood, an age it has been."

Kili: An age? How old are you Y/N?

Y/N: "I-"

Fili: "Kili! It's impolite to ask a lady her age."

Kili: But Y/N is the Pethryn!"

Y/N "... What so I turned into a dude because of it?"

Thorin: "A dude? What is a dude?

Gandalf: "Now now dear friends, we must continue on with our journey. Let us go forward."

A/N

Long time no SEE! As always Pethryn means "Narrator" in Sindarin! Hope you enjoy!

[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!).

[anaszpan]

[ IMAGINE ] : Imagine your first meeting with Fili after the Battle of Five Armies.

[ A/N ] : The photos do not belong to me. I do not own any copyrights to them. English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story.

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] : The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the landscape of the desolate battlefield, now clearing and reclaiming its beauty after the chaos of war. The air still felt thick with the weight of loss, of sorrow and of victory—but mostly, it felt alive. The horizon stretched wide before me, a promise of hope that flickered like a delicate flame against the shadows of uncertainty.

As I wandered cautiously through the remnants of what had been fought for, my heart thundered within my chest. Each step resonated with the distant whispers of the fallen, their spirits intertwined in the earth beneath my feet. The echoes of their struggles danced around me, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers that dared to bloom in the aftermath. Yet, amid the wreckage, my thoughts remained ensnared by one singular yearning: Fili.

With every heartbeat, the agony of separation gnawed at me. I had not known if he had survived—if the fiery spirit I had come to admire so fiercely in him still burned bright or had been extinguished in the turmoil of battle. The uncertainty twisted within me, a tempest that threatened to unravel everything. I clenched my fists against it, fighting to hold on to the hope that Fili, brave and steadfast, would return to me whole.

It was then that I spotted him. He appeared like a vision. The light caught the glint of his golden hair, framing his face and illuminating the softness of his expression, now marred with the subtleties of concern and exhaustion. My breath caught in my throat, a tremor of disbelief rippling through me as the world around us faded into silence—nothing mattered but him.

“Fili!” I cried out. My voice broke, raw and overflowing with emotion. His gaze snapped to mine, those intense blue eyes widening in recognition. Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks as I rushed towards him. My feet almost stumbling over themselves in my haste, the distance between us evaporating with every hurried step.

In an instant, the uncertainty that had clutched at my heart melted away, leaving only pure, unadulterated relief. He was alive. My heart swelled, the rush of emotions clawing at my chest as I closed the void between us. And then I was in his arms, and everything outside disappeared. The warmth of his embrace enveloped me like a lifeline, banishing the chill of fear and worry that had plagued me during our separation. I could hardly breathe for joy, for the sweet weight of his presence.

“Great be the Mahal!” he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and disbelief, as though he too had feared that we might not have this moment. His touch gentle yet insistent, as if he feared that I might dissolve into the ether at any moment.

“I thought I had lost you,” I whispered, voice shaking between sobs and laughter, the richness of his scent grounding me in reality. “I thought…”

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping my face, thumb wiping away my tears as if they were precious jewels. His eyes, fierce and gentle, spoke volumes of their own, a mirror of tumultuous emotions beneath a calm surface.

“Never,” he vowed, his voice a low rumble, fierce and tender all at once. “As long as I breathe, I will find my way back to you.”

[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~♡