#it takes a village to raise a child or a hobbit and a dwarf to raise three

[aoneko-lee]

There is an old law in the Shire that allowed marriage between same-sex Hobbits as long as they are widowed with children, so they can help take care of each other's children.

Bilbo is not sure whether the description can be applied to a middle-aged confirmed bachelor raising his nephew (cousin) and a taciturn Dwarf with two nephews and a mysterious past (both struggling with their new parental duties); but they are desperate enough to have no qualms about exploiting Bilbo's kinship with the Thain or Hobbiton's urgent need for a blacksmith.

[hms-tardimpala]

Now that I'm into Bagginshield, I explore the possibilities of it, and I gotta say, Frodo growing up dwarrow in Erebor is something I particularly like.

Frodo rocking dwarven braids

the Erebor court and Company raising Frodo in the "it takes a village to raise a child" fashion, he's never lonely and has a dozen uncles

Frodo decked out in silver and sapphire (you know they're his colors) so he looks more like Thorin's nephew than Bilbo's

he's the cool dwarrow prince cousin to Merry and Pippin

Frodo learning a craft like any dwarf (glass-blowing? pottery?) but having a hobbit's flowery style rather than geometric

Frodo sharing Bilbo's love of poetry and song-writing, but using dwarven literary style

Frodo spending a lot of time with Erebor's ravens growing up

Thorin doting on him unreasonably. This one is not in the line of succession so he can and will be spoiled.

as the Consort's ward, Frodo takes part in the kingdom's politics and is sent to Dale on diplomatic assignments

he's not attractive by either hobbit or dwarrow standards, but if someone makes fun of his lack of beard, his uncle Kíli will appear out of nowhere to set them straight

Frodo rolling up to Rivendell with Gimli, a poetry book for the journey, a fur coat and a walking axe. Sam (he's accompanying Merry and Pippin for some reason) is starstruck (I don't ship it, but man, he would be swept off his feet)

[babygirlkiki1016]

Masterlist

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Company

"Do you have to leave?" Lani asked as she handed me my bag, she was always the nervous one.

"Yes, it's important. Take care of things while I'm gone, I have faith in you Lani. I'll be back before you know it." Lani was like a younger sister to me, the one always hiding behind the older one. While I was going to be missing, I put her in charge of the kingdom. She knew how everything worked, she was always there next to me when I was taking care of business anyhow. Of course, after a few days of traveling to the shire I wanted to turn back to see if she was alright, but I knew I had to keep going. And eventually, I stood in front of the green door with a dwarven letter carved into it. Taking a deep breath I knocked, and the voices I had heard went quiet. It's just a bunch of dwarves, nothing to be worried about. The door opened to reveal a hobbit, not as tall as me but he was up to my shoulders.

"Uh, c-come in." He steps to the side, and I walked forward, they must've been expecting me. Setting my bag down by the front door, I took in everything. It was small and cozy, I wish my home looked like this. Continuing on I came across the thirteen dwarves Gandalf had mentioned.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n, I believed she could be a wonderful asset to our quest." The raven-haired man couldn't keep his eyes off me, it was like he was dazed, now that I think about it every dwarf's gaze was still on me. Including a young man about my height, maybe even taller. I smirked, hello handsome, my cheeks burned a shade of crimson as I realized my thought process. Gandalf nudged the man to get his attention, and he snaps out of his trance.

"My name is Thorin Oakenshield, it is a pleasure to meet you, my lady." He bowed his head slightly, giving me a small smile.

"You won't be saying that in a few seconds," I muttered, Gandalf swallowed nervously as he said his next words carefully.

"I should mention, that Y/n is also...The Queen of The Digonisks. The Soul Of The Black Dragon." Everyone's eyes widened, but no one said a word except the blond man in the back.

"What's a Digonisk?"

"There dragons, and murderers." Thorin glared at me with a fire in those blue orbs. I just rolled my eyes, of course, that's what he thought of me. Yet how could we be the murderers when their kind slaughtered mine? "I want her out, that filth cannot come on this quest with us."

"'That filth' has a name you know, and for your information, it's not really up to you now is it?" I exclaimed, he went to protest but Gandalf held out his hand to silence him.

"She can help us Thorin, she has the ability to take down Smaug. She might be the only one who can."

"I don't care." He abruptly stood, not even a foot away from me. "Leave, or I'll strike you down where you stand." Silently, I conjured a dagger and placed right against his side making him gasp.

"You'll be dead before you can even draw your sword, you should be thankful I came to help. I could've easily said no and let karma continue it's pace. Especially after what your kin did to us, you took my home, killed my people! Your no better than Smaug himself. Now sit." I forced him back into his chair, his hand gripped tightly on his blade. He wants to play does he? Bring it on.

"Enough!" Gandalf stood, making the room fill with darkness. "I brought her along, and so she shall stay, if you try to lay a hand on her I won't hesitate to lay one on you." He was furious, but as he sat back down the room turned back to normal. Each dwarf was scowling at me, except the two in the back. Right, they don't know the history between us.

"It was nice meeting you, your majesty." I bowed, and turned back towards the door. "I'll be outside, tell me when we're leaving."

"Wait! You haven't even heard about-" Gandalf stands but I raise my hand, silencing him. "At least stay and listen." I stopped, I already new of their quest, there was no reason for me to be in this room. And none of them probably didn't want me to stay anyhow.

"You can sit by us." The man in the back offered, patting the seat next to him with a smile. The other's hissed at him but he ignored their comments, making my way to the end of the table, I sit between him and the blond. Both were slightly blushing, and staring at me with those beautiful eyes though trying to make it less obvious. Thorin continues to eat his stew, making very little eye-contact with me.

"Perhaps we could do introductions? I still only know two of the people in this room."

"Right, that would be best." Gandalf agreed, and he pointed to each individual as he named them off. "Here you have Thorin, the leader of our company. Bofur, with his brothers Bomber and Bifur, then Dwalin, Balin, Gloin, Oin, Dori, Nori and Ori. Then last but not least the two next to you, Kili and Fili." None of them seemed happy, if looks could kill I would've been dead the moment Gandalf mentioned what I was. When Gandalf named off Kili, he winked at me while slightly smirking. I winked back making him look away embarrassed, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?" Balin asked, looking over at his king, who nods.

"Aye, envoys from all seven kingdoms."

"And what did the dwarves of the Iron Hill say? Is Dain with us?" Dwalin asked, Thorin hesitated as he stated his answer.

"They will not come." The other dwarves become visibly upset, I decided that this might take awhile. So I played with the little flame that came from my finger, it didn't burn me for I was immune to fire. I was in my own mind, my own little world while humming a melody.

"Can she please leave?" I heard Thorin whisper, leaning closer to the wizard. "She does not belong here." Gandalf knew nothing would get done if I stayed, so he gives me a pleading look. Happily I left the table, and headed back outside, it felt nice out here. Sitting on the pavement I watched the stars, they were a lot farther away now. My kingdom was high up in the sky, higher than the mountain of Erebor. It's far above the clouds where no eye can see, Gandalf made it that way with the help of my mother's grimoire. He made what's called a floating island, only digonisks and wizards can enter. I heard the hobbit door open, and out came Kili with a bowl of food.

"Here." Kili smiled handing me a bowl of stew. "I thought you would be hungry, so I brought you some stew."

"I'm not eating that, especially not from a dwarf." He slowly brought it back to himself, he seemed upset for some reason.

"It's not poisoned if that's what your worried about." He muttered, sitting down next to me. "Here I can test taste it." He quickly took a bite, showing that it wasn't fatal. He handed it back to me with a look of hope.

"Thank you." I took it from him, and hesitantly took my first bite. It tasted delicious, even my people didn't have soup made like this. "Did you make this yourself?"

"Ah no, Bombur made it, mostly for us but I figured you were hungry." Well at least he had some manners, he's certainly more nicer than Thorin. "Don't worry about my uncle, he just, he told me why he hates your kind. Even though that happened, you weren't the one doing the killing."

"Of course he's already spreading rumours." Kili glanced over at me with curiosity. "How about you hear my side of the story. Believe which ever one you want, it won't matter." Cause soon my people will be set free, and each and everyone of you will be filled with guilt. "My kin aren't killers, the village of Hargen had been over run by orcs. We were the first ones to respond to the crisis, and we had driven out the enemy. Yet when the dwarves showed up, Thror believed it to be us who slaughtered them. That wasn't the case, blinded by rage he started rumours about us, saying we weren't peaceful and that we were murders. There already had been rumours, but that was mostly because Digonisks are extremely powerful. The people of Middle Earth knew that if we tried, we could over power them. When they started making rumours, they thought that we would go hide in the shadows. Yet we stilled stayed strong, and when that wasn't enough..." A single tear slipped down my cheek, the horror that occurred in that building was enough to make someone insane. I quickly wiped it away, I can't let him see me weak. "...The dwarves became the true monsters, them and mankind had invited us to the grand ball. I was only a child then, but I remember I was so excited to see the tiny men that roamed our world. Most of us had showed up, and when the doors closed the explosions started."

"...I'm sorry you went through that, but if you hate dwarves so much. Why come and help us?"

"There is something in that mountain that proves my kin is innocent. Reports from Thror himself about what really happened that day. And I intend to find it, so my people can be free once again. That's the main reason why Gandalf brought me here, he showed me a letter from Thrain. Explaining where to find the reports." He looked back to sky, wondering what to say next. I continued to eat my stew, and once I was finished he offered to take the bowl from me.

"Come back inside, surely if you explain to my uncle what's in that mountain he won't hate you as much." I hadn't thought of that, but what if he decides to go burn the papers before I get there? Though he seemed like a respectful man, and if we are going to be working together on this journey then he has to see me as an ally.

"Alright, might as well give it a try." He smiled and grabbed my hand dragging me along with him. "K-Kili wait!" He seemed more excited than I, as we passed each dwarf grimaced at the sight of me.

"Uncle!" Kili exclaimed catching Thorin's attention, he immediately separated our hands. Stepping infront of his nephew he pulled out his sword, pointing it at my neck.

"I suggest you put that thing away, wouldn't want a wizard and a Digonisk fighting you now do you? I have come to show you something, it might make this trip a whole lot easier." He didn't budge, reaching into my cloak I pulled out the same scroll Gandalf had brought me. Thorin slowly took it from my hands and undid the ribbon, his eyes widened in shock at his father's handwriting.

"How did you get this?" He looked back to me, he had hope that his father was alive.

"Gandalf gave it to me, it's the main reason I'm here." Thorin seemed to be more at ease with me in the room now. Did he actually believe his father's words?

"What does is say Thorin?" Balin asked coming closer, Thorin couldn't believe his eyes. Gradually he handed the scroll back to me, and all I saw was remorse in those blue orbs.

"It was written by my father, he says that in my grandfathers room the truth about her kind remain. The real reports about what happened that day in Hargen, if this is true then..." He couldn't finish his sentence, a thousand emotions appeared at once.

"This doesn't mean anything, it could be a lie. Those reports could show something different, but we still don't know if the evidence lies in the mountain." Dwalin interrupted, making the furious look on Thorin's face return. Well so much for that, Gandalf sighs in disappointment. Even he had hope that Thorin would be reasonable, I went to head back outside but Thorin grabs my arm.

"If your coming with us, then you have to sign the contract. I won't be responsible for your death, nor do I feel like dealing with a bunch of angry dragon slayers." Balin, kindly handed me a piece of paper, inside read the rules and what not. They would not be responsible for anything that happens to me, which was fine but if I were to die who would set my people free?

"I want to add something to this, if I am to go on this journey and I die. You must set my people free, get the reports from your grandfather's room and show everyone that my people are innocent. That is all I ask." He seemed shocked at my request, although I didn't want to trust him with this kind of task it was the only way my people would be safe after I'm gone.

"Get me a pen." He grumbled, using my magic I summoned an ethereal white feather. He watched as I wrote down my terms and signed it, then when I handed him the pen he couldn't help but stare at it. It glowed brightly in his hand, never had he seen something like this. After examining it he signed his name on the line, then handed the pen to Balin who signed it as a witness.

"Welcome, Queen Y/n to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." He smiled, that made me feel somewhat welcome. At least he has manners like Thorin's nephew, maybe all dwarves aren't so bad.

"Your welcome to stay inside, get as much sleep as you can. You'll need it for the journey ahead, I have a feeling we're going to be needing those wings of yours." Gandalf suggested but Kili and Fili perked up at his comment.

"Wings? She has wings?" Kili asked coming closer, taking off my cloak I spread them. "I didn't even realize the you could fly!"

"They look a lot smaller when folded, but yes I have wings. There easy to hide under a robe, and not very noticeable." He reached over to touch them, I flinched slightly as his fingers ran over the scales.

"May I?" Thorin asked with a light blush on his face, how could the king under the mountain have rosy cheeks? I nodded, watching him cautiously as he ran his hand over my skin. He let out a small smile as he stretched them farther to get a better look. "They're huge, how could they be so small when tucked away?" He muttered, but when he realized he was getting a little into this he stepped back. That stern look returning to his features. "Get some sleep." That was the last thing he said before walking away, at least he's somewhat warming up to me. I settled in the corner of the hobbit's house away from everyone else, surrounding myself with my wings to keep me warm. After a few minutes of silence, I heard voices again except this time it was the dwarves singing a song. "Far over the Misty Mountains cold. To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day. To find our long-forgotten gold." Thorin's voice was most audible, and for some reason, it soothed me.

"The pines were roaring on the height, the winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread. The trees like torches blazed with light." I sang along, which made the dwarves silent. The song wasn't unknown to me, everyone outside of the shire knew the story of Erebor. After a moment they sang along after I joined, but softer than before. Maybe because they loved my voice? Or maybe my voice soothed Thorin and he wanted to hear more, as he reassured me.

@fili-is-my-lover @lunariasilver @kirenia15

[elles-writing]

Ghost stories - Kili x reader - Day 13/13

Ghost stories

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers:  Kili being a jerk, injured reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Word: Ghost stories – Day 13/13

Word count: 1733

A/N: I swear, this was supposed to be only drabble, different pairing (maybe Fili x reader), more into ghost stories topic and together with a request I should maybe write and post already, and with ansty end, but like...isn’t it a problem already? No, it isn’t.

A last day of 13 days of spooky writing event, I really liked this event and can’t believe is the last day! It was really quick.

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„Once upon a time, there was a scary, very scary creature,“ Kili started one of his ghost stories. The fire was creating deep shadows in his face, his voice, deeper than usual, was sending a shivers down your spine.

„A squirrel,“ You pointed out and the dwarves chuckled. Kili shot you a glare, but didn’t said anything.

„This creature was a hideous, evil, hateful man. He seemed to be hating everything and everyone,“ You rolled your eyes and noticed Bilbo looking uncomfortable.

„Until he have seen a fluffy rabbit and named it Sir Raisin Maker II., because the villagers were idiots and he wanted to prank them.“ The dwarves royared with laughter, Kili’s glare making it all even funnier. You gave him a smirk and looked away.

You and Kili never got along really well. In fact, you hated each other. The Company has already tried to make you two go along, but no, it never worked. You would always do some remarks, just to annoy him for fun. Today, it was not different – especially because Bilbo was afraid, and you knew Kili was doing this on purpose, to scare the poor hobbit.

And you won’t let him.

Before he could say anything else, Bombur said that the dinner was ready. You were on cooking duty with him today, and didn’t wanted to let Kili get away with this, of course. You took a bowl for him and Fili, and adding to his a bit more pepper. Noone noticed, and you quickly mixed it, so he wouldn’t be souspicious.

You handed the bowls to Fili and Kili. Once they started to eat, you’ve overheard Kili’s sneezing (maybe you left some dust of the pepper on the handle of the spoon), and quietly giggled. You took your own bowl and sat down between Bofur and Bilbo. You quietly asked Bilbo,

„Are you okay?“ He quickly nodded and whispered back,

„Thank you.“ You only nodded. Then you whispered again,

„Anytime.“

Meantime, Fili frowned, when his brother was slowly eating his dinner, and frowning at you, sending you angry glares.

„What’s goin‘ on, Kee? You usually eat quicker,“ Kili turned his face to his brother.

„She gave something into it, it’s too spicy, it’s burning my tongue,“ He quietly complained. Fili was holding back laughter. You surely knew how to get back for things his brother did, plus something extra.

„If anything, you will finally shut up,“ Fili murmed. Kili’s eyes widened.

„What did you said, Fili?! Wha-“

„SHUT UP, YOU CHICKEN!“ You yelled at him, wanting to listen to some stories that Bofur was telling you, Bilbo, Ori and Nori. Kili’s eyes widened. You would always bring up some nickname, that had to do something with his scruff, because you knew he hated it (or the fact the acted as a child sometimes, but he didn’t wanted to admit that). Thorin had enough of your bickering.

„Go and fetch some firewood, you two and Fili. Don’t wake the whole forest and come back early,“ He said, his voice not allowing any argument. Once you were deeper in the forest, Fili mourmed.

„Very funny, amralime,“ You turned to him.

„What did you said?“ Fili smirked and nudged his brother. Kili hissed.

„Nothing.“ You narrowed your eyes and Fili said,

„It’s a word in Khuzdul we call a person, who’s annyoing.“ You nodded in acknowledgement, being a human and having no idea what Khuzdul sounded and was like. Kili’s eyes widened and Fili rolled his eyes. He could clearly see in his brother’s behaviour what was the problem.

When you were coming back, you went first, because you were quicker. Kili hissed at his brother,

„I don’t know what are you trying to do, but stop it,“ Fili innocently smiled.

„Oh, me? Nothing.“

Back in camp, you sat back near Bilbo, Bofur, Ori and Nori and listened some cheerful stories. Fili noticed his brother’s stare, his eyes reflecting the flames and anger, his blood was most likely boiling. Fili chuckled.

„You can go and tell her, how you did you tried to put whole bowl of strawberries to your mouth when you were a dwarfling. I’m sure it will sweep her off her feet,“ Kili’s eyes widened and his face got red. He tried to cover it, but Fili noticed and laughed. Dwalin, sitting next to them, also laughed. Oin was confused, as he couldn’t hear them properly.

„What’s goin‘ on, lads? Who was weeping?“ Kili noticed Dori and jumped up, his cheeks covered in blush, trying to stop him.

„No, Dori-“

„He said the lad should go and sweep lady Y/N off her feet,“ The whole camp went quiet, but most of the dwarves laughed a second after. Kili glared at them.

„Why would I did it?! She’s the most annoying person here!“ He glared at you, being in shock, but you quickly rolled your eyes.

„Oh, calm down, amralime.“ The whole camp went silent, confused laugh escaping them. Bofur rose his brows.

„When you were planning on telling us?“ He looked at you and then at Kili. You frowned.

„What?“ Bofur sighed.

„That you two are in love with each other, obviously. But that doesn’t matter, we already know now. Just don’t -“ You stood up and walked towards Fili, purpose in every step. Your eyes were angry and Fili gulped.

„You,“ You growled and firmly held his collar, so he had to look in your angry eyes. You could see true fear in his eyes.

„What does amralime really means?“ Fili nervously chuckled.

„Uhm, it means...well...“

„I’m listening, Fili. You better talk quickly.“ You growled out slowly, the whole Company staring at you. They’ve never seen you so angry, dangerous, and there was something wild in your eyes.

„It means something like ‚my love‘ in Khuzdul,“ He said, almost whispering. You let go of his collar and he fell on his butt. Your hands were shaking, and you looked at Kili. He noticed a surprise, fear and softness he never seen on you before. In a second, you looked away.

„I need a walk,“ You mumbled and runned into forest. The whole Company was now staring at the brothers.

„Give the lass some time,“ Balin said.

„She might be in a shock.“

They were waiting for you, and when you didn’t came in an hour, two, two and a half hours, they got up and decided to find you.

A loud scream from the forest caught their attention.

Kili’s face paled and he quickly runned into the forest. He was trying to figure out where did it went from, and thought about you. Whenever he annoyed you, whenever he was making you angry, he wanted your attention. You always seemed to be around the hobbit, talking to him and protecting him. He had no idea why, but he was jealous, so jealous, and he wanted your attention only for himself, he wanted you to be his. But he was an annoying prick to you, a dork you always just rolled your eyes on and gave him some witty comeback.

If he wouldn’t do it, Fili wouldn’t be in his ‚protective, annoying and big brother‘ mood, wouldn’t try to pair you, you would stay in camp and he wouldn’t be worried sick if you were even alive.

He noticed a voices near, and whimpers. The voices were quickly away, the wimpers were growing more quiet. He heard sobbing, and it was breaking his heart.

„Y/N?“ He whispered. Your name rolled off of his tongue so easily.

„Kee?“ You whispered, careful. He quickly walked towards you, moonlight illuminating your wet, dirty and scratched face. It was all his fault.

He kneeled down to you.

„Are you injured anywhere?“ You pointed to your stomach and he carefully rolled up your tunic, you both blushing.

A cut was there, with a blood around. He hissed.

„I will take you back, just stay awake. Please,“ He whispered. You nodded and he took you in bridal style back to the camp, where Bilbo, Ori, Oin and Balin stayed, just in case someone would find you and you would need help, which was handy now.

„What happened?“ He asked you in whisper. You fluttered your eyelids to cover tears.

„Two orcs,“ You whispered.

„I would kill them, if I took a weapon with me, but I didn’t had any.“ You scrunched your face in bitter expression.

„They...they were talking about murdering me, but...I don’t know, maybe they heard you, but they went away...“ Kili’s body filled with anger.

„I will find them and kill them, for hurting you.“ He said deadly serious.

„What happened back in camp,“ You whispered carefully.

„Do you-do you-“ He sighed.

„I’m sorry, but I...I was jealous, because you and Bilbo were always together and I didn’t knew how to talk to you, so I just tried to catch your attention by annoying you, and it worked.“ You giggled.

„You’re an idiot, Master dwarf,“ He snorted and rolled his eyes.

„Oh, amralime,“ You raised a brow and he blushed.

„I’m sorry, I’m not gonna call you like this, I promise-“ You snorted.

„And I just wanted to tell you I love you,“ You murmed. His eyes widened.

„Wait, you-you love me?“ You laughed.

„How couldn’t I love you, you dork?“ He huffed.

„You’re wounded, amralime!“

„Luckily, it’s just a scratch and there’s a lot of blood and dirt around.“ You both smirked at each other and when you entered the camp, Kili carefully placed you on your bedroll and Oin came to take care of your wounds. Kili pecked your lips softly and let Oin to do what needed.

When the other members of the Company came back, they noticed you, leaning on Kili’s chest, him playing with your hair and you enjoying the warmth. Fili rose his brow.

„Wait, what happened?“ You and Kili looked at him.

„They bumped their heads into a tree, I cannot explain it differently,“ Nori mourmed and you all chuckled.

„Well, not really.“ You smirked and kissed Kili shortly. Some of others did a gagging sound.

„I’ve liked ‘em more when they hated each other,“ Gloin murmed and others chuckled. Fili sat down to you.

„But wait with children ‘till we reclaim Erebor-WAIT NO DON’T THROW IT!“ Fili quickly covered his head when you threw a shoe at him.

It seemed like you will never be bored with the Durin’s family.

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Falling For the King ~Thorin x Reader fluff for dany-draecarys~

Hi! I wonder if you still take request. If you do, I would like to read some Thorin x reader, where reader is Bard's oldest daughter and falling for Thorin Oakenshield.   Thank you :)

When your father first came home from work with 13 Dwarves and a Hobbit, you weren’t expecting to like them. But after escaping the fires of Smaug and surviving the massive battle in Dale and Erebor, you found yourself becoming more attached to them, to the king in particular. You were intrigued by him. After hearing his story from Bilbo and remembering the tales your father used to tell you as a child, you grew to be fascinated with him.

You’d quickly become friends with Bilbo during your time with the Company. You didn’t see much of him during the battle but you were relieved when you found out he was safe. He had taken an interest in hearing about your family and how you became a healer when your mother passed away. Seeing as you were the oldest, you had to find some way to help your father bring in money and you’d always enjoyed helping people. You swapped stories with him about your family and he told you about the journey from the Shire.

Thorin Oakenshield, on the other hand, hadn’t said much to you after he and his company had climbed through your family’s toilet. Other than a gruff “thank you” and few other words here and there, he mostly kept to himself. There were a couple times when you managed to have a conversation with him, about life in Erebor and how Dale looked before the dragon, but it was usually cut short by someone needing your assistance or one of the members of the Company. You actually enjoyed talking to him and found yourself wanting to be around him more. You tried to talk yourself out of it, after all, he was a king and you were but a poor human girl from a small village. But you couldn’t help but start to really like Thorin. The concern for him you had felt all throughout the attack on Dale and the Mountain was very real and the relief when you heard he was alive was incredible. But it quickly turned to fear when you were told about his condition.

During the battle, he had been seriously injured. Being the most practiced and skilled healer in Dale, your father asked if you would help. The inside of Erebor was unlike anything you could’ve imagined. Despite being partially destroyed by the rampage of the dragon, it was still more beautiful than how it was described in the stories. You were led to Thorin’s room by two of the guards. When you arrived, it was a lot more chaotic than you had expected. Thorin was surrounded by members of the company and various others, all trying to help heal him or figure out what to do, now that the battle had been won. You could see the exhaustion and pain on his face and immediately felt great sympathy for him. Being crowded like this with injuries like his was causing him great discomfort and you wanted nothing more than to kick every single person out of the room. You cleared your throat to announce your presence. No one even turned in your direction, all busy bothering the king. Only Bilbo, who stood off to the side, noticed you and came over. “It’s madness in here. Thorin’s only just woken up and they’re already pestering him.” Anger grew in you as you watched Thorin try to sit up and let out a choked noise of pain.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” You shouted, stamping your foot on the stone floor. All heads whipped around to face you and the noise quickly stopped. You walked over to the bed and pushed past the muscular Dwarves in your way. “Everyone get out! Can you not see he’s injured and exhausted and frustrated?! I’ve been called here to take care of the king and that exactly what I’m going to do. But I cannot work with all this noise and for the good of my patient, you all need to leave. Now.” You demanded. Everyone around you stood still for a moment, stunned. You glared at them all and they quickly began to move towards the door. Bilbo, the last to leave, smiled at you and mouthed a “thank you” before shutting the door behind him. You turned to look at the Dwarf on the bed next to you. “That’s better.” You said, a small smile on your face. Thorin nodded and shifted on the bed, wincing slightly. ��Yes, much better. Thank you, my lady.” He muttered, his voice low and hoarse. You grabbed a glass from the side table and filled it with water. You went to help him drink it but he sat up and took the glass from you. The pain from his injuries showed on his face and almost caused him to choke. You took the glass away from him and gently pushed him back down onto his pillow. “If I’m ever going to heal you, Your Majesty, you’ll have to actually let me help you. Don’t sit up.”

Thorin sighed and let his head fall back. “I am not used to bed rest.” He growled out. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well considering you nearly died, you’ll just have to become used to it, Your Majesty.” You replied. He gave you a slightly shocked look which quickly turned to amusement. “You’ll have to let me remove your shirt. The bleeding has started again and I need to take care of that.” You told him, your voice a little softer. Thorin began to protest that he could do it himself but a pointed look from you shut him up. He held still as you slid one arm and his head out of the shirt before carefully peeling it from his injured side. You felt your face turn pink as you examined his bare chest. You could tell by looking at him that he was very strong. You forced yourself to focus back to the wound on the left side of his chest. Whoever had taken care of him before you was smart enough to use King’s Foil to stop the bleeding, but they had been very quick about it and rushed it, causing the wound to start bleeding again. You quickly grabbed fresh bandages and more of the useful plant and began mixing it with water. Thorin hissed with pain as you applied it to his chest. You worked as gently as possible but you had to work fast or he would lose more blood.

When the solution was applied and his chest bound in new bandages, you moved down to the stab wound on his foot. He didn’t even try to fight you as you removed his heavy boots and cleaned and dressed his foot. Once you were finished, you looked at him and sat next to him on the bed, relieved to see the pain and discomfort no longer showing on his face. “How do you feel, Your Majesty?” You asked, gently. He breathed a sigh of content. “Better, but still very tired. Thank you, my lady.” You smiled back at him and poured more water into the glass beside him. “You don’t have to keep calling me that, Your Majesty. Y/N will be fine.” You said, blushing slightly. “I’m going to get you something to ease the pain and help you sleep. You look as if you need a good week’s sleep.” You joked. You stood up to leave when you felt his hand grip your wrist. “Thank you, Y/N” He said, before shutting his eyes slowly. You nodded and quietly left.

The following days were spent taking care of Thorin as he recovered. Everyday you came and replaced the bandages and gave him medicine to help with the pain. When he was well enough to stand, you made sure he used the crutch as you instructed, though he tried to fight you on it. “Lady Y/N, I can stand fine. I do not need this.” He would protest. “Last time you tried to stand on your own, you almost fell over, Your Majesty. You’re using that until your foot is healed completely.” Thorin wasn’t used to being bossed around but he actually didn’t mind when you did it. There was something about your sharp tongue that intrigued him. He stopped fighting with you about his injuries and became a nearly perfect patient. Even Bilbo had noticed a change in the king. He seemed to brighten up when you were around. He even asked that you stop calling him “Your Majesty”. “Thorin will be fine.” He told you, repeating your words to him. You blushed and agreed to just call him Thorin. A few more days passed and Thorin was finally healed. You went back home and the following week was spent taking care of the survivors from the battle in Dale.

One day, you came home to find a massive bouquet of flowers on the table, your sisters Sigrid and Tilda giggling madly at the sight of it. “What is that?” You questioned. Tilda clapped her hands excitedly. “There’s a note, Y/N. Read it!” You picked up the card and looked at it. The handwriting was so neat, you could already assume who it was from. “My lady, I do not feel as though I have properly thanked you for all you have done for me these past few weeks. It would please me greatly if you would accept these flowers and accompany me for dinner tomorrow evening. -Thorin”  Your face turned bright pink as you read the note. Just then, your father walked in and saw the flowers on the table. “Who are those for?” He asked, curiously. Sigrid beamed. “They’re for Y/N, Da.” She giggled. Bard frowned as he looked at you. “Who are they from? What’s going on, Y/N?” Before you could answer, Tilda jumped up excitedly. “Y/N has a date with the king!” You felt your face turn red as you looked at your father. “Y/N?” “It would seem that way, Da. I do have a date with the king...”

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You’ve Got a Friend In Me

Part 2 of my kind of Harry Potter/The Hobbit crossover about a witch who travels to Middle Earth to find the only family she has left. Part 1 here & Part 2 here 

A week came and passed, Beorn had been very kind to Elsie insisting that she sleep in his bed and she repaid his kindness with games of riddles late into the night, sweet pastries she baked and covered in honey and tales from her world that he found endlessly fascinating. They had become fast friends for which she was extremely grateful. He was a wonderful creature and she didn’t know when she might be able to return home. Musing on this she turned to Beorn who sat with his large feet dangling in the lake at the side of his peaceful home. “You are the first friend I’ve had in such a long time.” 

“As you are to me.” He replied and she smiled almost sadly resting her rather small hand over his. 

“I could accompany you.” He offered not for the first time but he’d told her of how people in his world reacted to his kind and she decided she didn’t want to risk the trouble. 

“No Beorn, I can’t risk anything happening to you. If you’ll have me back though I’ll visit again soon.” She replied and he nodded solemnly in response.  

“Be safe little one, for I shall hold you to that.” 

Elsie wrapped the brown cropped jacket around her as she stood gazing up at the mountain. This was as far as Beorn would follow, in all truth she had lamented his following her this far, he didn’t approve of all of her magic and she fully intended on apparating to the town of Bree where he had advised she begin her quest. He had told her that dwarves often passed through that way and she might gleam some information there. 

It was a days climb before she was sure he had turned back and she stopped on a ledge breathing heavily. She knew it was the lazier way to travel but she hadn’t come all the way to another world to hike halfway across it. The food he’d packed was delicious and she bit into the cinnamon bun he’d told her to save for a particularly cold night. Looking around she decided it was cold enough. Her time with the giant had been wonderful and he reminded her of home, she was determined to keep her promise to return when she learned news of her family. They were kindred spirits he had told her. 

After a short rest and filling her belly she pulled her wand from the sheath on her belt and adjusted the back pack and began to imagine the village of Bree. Beorn had described it well and she imagined the back of The Prancing Pony he’d mentioned, sure that it couldn’t be too different from the front though she daren’t apparate out in the open. She wasn’t entirely sure how this world felt about magic and she wasn’t prepared to risk finding out.  

That familiar feeling washed over her again as she felt her skin stretch and snap back into place when she appeared in the darkness hidden behind a large building. Taking a deep breath she leaned forward against the cool building and stayed that way for a moment as she adjusted to the noise and stench around her. Emerging from the side of the building she found herself in the middle of a bustling street. There were giants everywhere though they were not as tall as Beorn and she smiled fondly at that thought, despite having only seen him the previous day she suddenly found herself very far from his safety and comfort. 

“A weeks walk indeed.” She muttered to herself with a small laugh and fixed her eyes on what looked to be a blacksmith. He was her height and reminded her of her father in his looks so she quickly hurried across the muddy walkway hesitating by a wooden pillar. He brought the hammer down against the blade rhythmically and she watched on silently, thinking he hadn’t noticed her.  

“Come to gawk at the dwarf?” He asked without looking up and her brow furrowed in concern. Had she insulted him?

“No of course not...” At that his head snapped up, his eyes wide in surprised at the sound of her voice, he’d thought her to be a child before he’d seen her.  

“I’m sorry, I just, well I wondered if you could tell me where I am.” She finished and he smiled at the blush on her cheeks. 

“You do not know?” He asked resting the hammer down and she shook her head.

“You’re in the town of Bree. You’re a dwarf.” He pointed out, his gaze returning from her boot clad feet to her face. 

“Well sort of, my father was anyway. Actually I’m looking for some information on some dwarves, would you mind if I asked you some questions?” She asked and he breathed deeply wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm.  

“I will meet with you in The Prancing Pony in an hour. I have work to finish first.” He said pointing just past her shoulder and she turned to see the tavern just as Beorn had described it. 

“Oh ok, well thank you...” She began waiting for a moment until he raised a brow at her clearly not happy to part with his name. “Sir.” She finished and turned back to the tavern feeling his eyes burning into her as she crossed the street and disappeared inside.

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