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luna-redamancy · 5 years

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You Always Find Your Way Back Home - Part Twelve

The mug in your hands warmed you as you took in the reality you were surrounded in. The smell of chamomile filling your nostrils as you rubbed your thumb nervously over the rim.

“All we can do now is wait,” Alvina’s words echoed in your ears as you stared out the window, wait. That’s all you can do, wait and hope for a miracle to happen. To hope the One Ring gets destroyed.

Huffing out of your nose you pressed your forehead to the glass, the cold making you sigh and shut your eyes. The sound of the rain’s pitter-patter soothing you temporarily.

Arms slipped around your waist, Thranduil’s head on your shoulder as the two of you watched the storm rage on outside your cottage. Your plants happily sitting in the window.

“What’re you thinking about?” Thranduil hummed at you, his thumbs tracing comforting circles on the curve of your waist.

“How much I hate storms,” You grumbled, watching lightning crackle in the distance, setting a tree ablaze. “It destroys so much,” You mumbled, letting your own hand fall to cover his own in an affectionate manner.

“Well, storms are also a sign of new beginning, the past being washed away to allow a new dawn to begin,” Thranduil replied, pressing a kiss to your temple. “To have a new beginning, an old story must end,” He hummed again, looking out of the window once more. “An old story is ending, while ours is just beginning.”

Your eyes felt heavy as you opened them again, tears brimming the surface as you sniffled. “Will our story end a tragedy? Or a lovely happy ending?” You whispered out loud, sending a mental prayer to Vala to help you stay strong as you could only wait to see what fate had in store for you.

Your mug now felt cold, the steam of your tea now lost, making you realize how long you had been sitting there wallowing. Shaking your head you made your way to the kitchen to pour it down the sink.

Family photos littered the hallway, you with your parents, your cousins, your siblings, your nieces, and nephews. A bittersweet taste fills your mouth as you let your eyes linger on them. You looked so happy. Your eyes were filled with joy as you held your baby niece for the first time, as you hugged your sister at her wedding, as you smiled at the camera with your mother on her birthday.

“Yet none of it is real…” Your expression went blank as you avoided thinking about the life you could have had if you never went to middle-earth if you never got placed in this world, to begin with.

Shaking your head again, you smacked your cheeks lightly to bring you back to reality. “Everything happens for a reason, stop it,” You huffed, grabbing out a bag of popcorn, “That’ll clear my mind,” You mumbled, “A Christmas movie.”

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“After all these days of journeying beside you, Legolas, I haven’t seen you so troubled until now,” Aragorn began, eyes watching his friend very carefully.

Legolas looked out onto the horizon, his jaw clenched and shoulders tense. “If Frodo, the ring-bearer, does not succeed in destroying this ring, I may lose my mother for good.” Legolas slowly let out, his eyes looking anywhere but Aragorn, afraid if they locked eyes Legolas wouldn’t be able to hold his facade any longer.

“The dark magic of the ring…” Aragorn struggled to find the words, “Took your mother from you?”

Legolas nodded, “I lost her once, and I’ve lost her again because of the resurfacing of the ring,” He explained, his shoulders slowly losing their tenseness.

“You’re worried Frodo won’t be able to complete his task?”

Legolas stayed silent, he truly didn’t know what he believed.

“Well. Hobbits are miraculous creatures, my friend, do not doubt so easily.” Aragorn gave a reassuring smile as they continued to look out on the horizon together.

Legolas nodded, his eyes drifting up to the stars, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up, a feeling of dread washing over him.

“The stars are veiled, something stirs in the east… a sleepless malice,” Legolas began a sick feeling stirring in his stomach.

“The eye of Sauron is moving, watching,” Legolas’ eyes narrow into a glare as he pulls Aragorn back inside. “We must hope that Frodo and Sam make it before it is too late.”

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“Hey! Hands off! That shiny shirt- that’s mine.” The Uruk-Hai commander Shagrat called out to the orc, Gorbag. “It’s going to the great eye, along with everything else that was on him!” Gorbag yelled in response, motioning towards Frodo, tied up and bare except for his undergarments.

Frodo stayed still, realizing they still thought he was knocked out from spider venom. Carefully reaching up towards his throat, his eyes widened. The ring was gone.

Sam marched through the gates, adrenaline and fear pushing him to find Frodo. “I can’t believe I left him… Oh Mr.Frodo, please be okay…”

Finding his way to a courtyard, Sam covered his mouth in shock. Over fifty orcs, slaughtered in the courtyard. “Frodo must be here somewhere,” He told himself as he began climbing the staircase, slowly realizing a few Uruk-Hai were coming toward him. Gulping down a breath, Sam glared as he unsheathed Sting. Letting a scream belt from his throat, Sam ran up the stairs toward them.

“That’s for Frodo! And for The Shire! And for my old Gaffer!” Sam yelled as he cut them down one by one, as he rushes past them and into the nearest place he could see, the tower. ‘Where else would they keep Frodo?’ He thought to himself.

“Stop your squeaking, you dunghill rat!” Gorbag demands, his eyes filled with rage as he watched Frodo struggling in his binds.

“I’m gonna bleed you like a stuck pig,” He growled as he pulled out a dagger, slowly moving toward Frodo. Before he could move any further, Frodo watched in horror and relief as Sting was protruding from the other side of his body.

“Not if I stick you first,” Sam grunted, shoving him off his sword.

“Sam!” Frodo called out, relief filling his entire being as Sam began to cut his binds. “Oh Sam, I’m so sorry… for everything.”

“Enough of that, come on,” Sam shook his head, helping Frodo up.

“It’s too late, Sam,” Frodo’s voice was filled with despair, “-They have the ring now, they took it from me,”

“I beg your pardon, but they haven’t done such a thing,” Sam smirked, pulling the ring from his pocket.

“I thought I’d lost you, Mr.Frodo, so I kept it… For safekeeping, of course,” Sam showed Frodo the ring, Frodo’s eyes filling with amazement, “Give it to me, Sam.”

Sam hesitated, the tone of Frodo’s voice startling him. “Please, give me the ring, Sam.”

Slowly Sam dropped the ring into Frodo’s palm, watching as Frodo’s body sagged in relief. “The ring is my burden, Sam… It will destroy you,” Frodo looked at Sam with pained eyes, “I could never ask you to hold that burden for me.”

Sam could only nod as he felt no words could describe how he felt about Frodo doing such a thing for him. To ease the tension, Sam cracked a smile. “Come on Mr.Frodo, we best find you some clothes. Can’t have you going through Mordor like that.”

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luna-redamancy · 5 years

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Fili x Reader - Dancing and Confessions

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: A bit of a drunk Kili

Female Reader-Insert

Dwarvish feasts were always lively, the sounds of a cherry tune bouncing off every inch of the walls as several dwarves gathered in with their Ones or with friends to dance to the lovely sound. Tables filled with any food you could ever want, a dessert table piled high of goodies, and never-ending ale.

For everyone, it was a lovely night.

Well, not everyone.

Blowing the pesky loose strand of hair out of your face once more, you brought another round of dirty plates back to the dishwashing area of the kitchen, leftover bones that were licked clean, random splashes of sauce on the plates, and random specks of what you believed to be ale filled over half of your vision as you let your muscle memory guide you through the kitchens with ease.

Setting them carefully in the basin of soapy water, you grunted, leaning backward to stretch your back. The feasts were fun, for those who got to participate. Not for those who had to work the grand event. Grabbing the washcloth, you dipped it carefully into the hot soapy water, enjoying the way the chromatic orb floated from the mass of soap, floating up and popping before it reached the ceiling.

‘I can’t wait to go to bed,’ You thought as you started scrubbing plates, knowing fully well that this feast was going to be ending for a long time, leaving a very sleepless night ahead of you.

“Not enjoying the festivities are we?” Fili’s voice behind you made you jump, your eyes widening as you scrambled to grab the plate you nearly threw in surprise.

“Fili!” You gasped as you finally grasped it, carefully setting it in the basin. “You can not do that to me,” You huffed as you turned to face him, crossing your arms carefully over your chest.

“My apologies,” He chuckled, bowing his head in mock poshness, “I simply came to see if a certain damsel was enjoying herself?” Fili questioned, eyes flickering over to the stack of dishes behind you.

A dry laugh escaped your throat as you grinned, “Yeah, having the best time of my life.” You responded as your eyes looked back over to the stack, your smile dropping.

“Feasts are supposed to be a time of great joy,” Fili began, “So, as crowned prince and heir to the Throne of Erebor,” He teased, “I shall have to rescue this damsel in distress.”

“Damsel?--” You began to question before it died off in your throat, Fili pulling you by the hand out of the kitchens.

“Fili, I cannot leave my post in the kitchens,” You laughed, half-heartedly resisting his tugging as he brought you out into the hall. “I know you aren’t one for crowds…” Fili began as he kept tugging you, your destination soon becoming clear as the gates to the royal garden came into view.

“So, I figured the gardens would spark more joy in you,” Fili’s eyes flickered over to you, admiring the way your hair was suddenly lit up by the moonlight, your soft expression making his heart speed up.

But you didn’t notice, instead, you felt a grin form on your face as you dropped his hand, moving further into the gardens. The moonlight making everything more ethereal, bluebells looking as if they were glowing, acorn trees looking ancient and mystical. “It’s so peaceful out here,” You spoke softly, the sound of the music still making it into your ears but now it was softer, more enjoyable.

“It truly is,” Fili agreed, wanting to add that he felt truly peaceful with you. Music filling his ears pushed Fili to clear his throat, catching your attention.

“Would you like to dance?” Fili asked, holding his hand out to you, a soft smile on his face. Returning his smile you ducked your head as you let out a small amused laugh through your nostrils. “I’d love to,” You responded, reaching your hand out to place it in his.

“-Although, I’ve never really danced with anyone before,” You admitted as he pulled you closer to him, your shoulders tensing as your body simply didn’t know what to do.

“We can just sway then if that makes you most comfortable?” Fili questioned, noticing your tension, his hand resting in the middle of your back while the other carefully cradled your hand in his.

The warmth of him filled your senses as you looked up into his eyes, never having been this close before. “That would be nice,” You mumbled as he took the lead, gently swaying the two of you side to side.

After doing this for a few moments, you carefully rested your head on his shoulder, prepared to pull away if he tensed or stilled in your ‘dance’. However, he did none of that.

Instead, he pulled you closer, your body flush to his his hand on your back rubbing slow circles as the two of you swayed to the soft tune of the music pouring out of the feasting halls.

The world seemed to fade away, as if nothing mattered except for being in each others arms. As you two swayed in comfortable silence, you thought back on your interactions with the Prince of Erebor.

Always checking in on you, making sure you were doing okay, that you were never working too hard for his Uncle. At first, you thought he was just trying to get to know the staff better, to let you all know he would care about them when he became King someday. But as time went on, his attention seemed to focus solely on you. As you zoned back into reality, a small blush formed on your face, realizing how intimate the two of you looked.

“Fili?” You questioned softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Fili hummed in response to let you know you had his attention as he kept swaying the two of you. “Why?” You simply asked, your head still resting on his shoulder, watching his beard braids sway in sync.

“Why what?” Fili questioned in return, his movements never faltering.

“Why do you care so much?... About me?” You questioned more specifically, your eyebrows furrowing. “Princes don’t usually pull household servants out of their duties for a dance in private,” You noted how his body seemed to tense as you pointed out his unusual behavior.

“-And they usually do not care if their servants have taken a break every hour,” You laughed a bit, hoping to ease the tension growing in him.

“I care… Because I care about you,” Fili finally spoke, his movements slowing before stopping altogether, the two of you separating to look at each other. “More than what I should,” Fili’s blue eyes began to search yours as he carefully moved his hand from your back up to cup your cheek.

“Fili--”

“I love you.” Fili declared, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “And I don’t want you to feel like you have to return my feelings but I just couldn’t hide it from you anymore,” Fili began babbling as he dropped his hand, stepping backward as his confidence faltered.

“I know to court and to marry a prince isn’t something everyone would want, with all the politics and lack of privacy--”

“You talk too much sometimes,” You interrupted him, causing his eyes to snap back to yours, a soft smile on your face, confusion covering his.

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him back to you. “I love you too,” You clued him in, causing his confused expression to change into one of shock. “You what?”

Laughing you shook your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle, your head resting on his shoulder once more. Fili’s arms carefully wrapped around you as you two began to sway again. “I’ve loved you for a long time…” You mumbled, “I just never thought a prince, someone so… Important, would want someone like me…” Your voice never raised above a whisper as you felt his arms tighten. “Someone like you? Someone beautiful, intelligent, cunning, so clever?” Fili grinned at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Someone who isn’t of royal blood, and works as a household servant for the king.” You clarified, causing him to scoff.

“I don’t see blood. I see you,” Fili responded before carefully lifting you up, spinning you around, again and again, making giggles bubble out of your throat as you clung to his shoulders.

As he slowed to a stop, you let a couple more giggles out as you caught your breath, looking down at Fili as he watched you with a grin on his face.

“I love you,” You smiled at him as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

“And I you,” He responded, his words softly spoken. Fili’s eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, the deep pools of blue asking one question ‘Can I?’

Instead of verbally answering him, you slipped your eyes shut as you leaned closer, your lips locking together in a kiss as he carefully lowered you to the ground so he could cup your face.

“Y’know, you usually braid hair on the first date, brother” Kili stumbled over, a flush on his face as he let out a burp. “I think you skipped a step in the ol’courty rules”

Pulling apart, you laughed as you saw Kili leaning against a pillar for support. Kili winked, raising his mug of ale in your direction. Fili simply stared at Kili with a raised brow.

Kili’s face slowly lost his cheerfulness, his expression turning serious. “I am happy for you, brother…” Soon the serious expression turned into one of alarm, “Oh no…” Kili began, turning just in time to vomit into the bluebells soil. “Am...Gonna go back inside…” Kili sputtered as wiped the sides of his mouth, carefully leaving the two of you alone again.

Shaking his head, Fili let out a laugh as he turned his attention back to you. “I think you owe me a braid,” You hummed as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That I do indeed, amrâlimê” He hummed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

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