#knowing that Thorin is not exaggerating

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Thorin: I would die for you...

Bilbo (he can't stand the drama anymore): Okay, yes, it's cute, but... Would you rather LIVE for me???

[beetheyapper]

i don’t think we talk enough about how horrified thorin was that he would fall to gold sickness like his grandfather. (this is going to reference the extended editions of the movies specifically as i have not yet finished the book!)

we see him watching Thror. he’s witnessed firsthand as his grandfather, whom he was very close with, falls to addiction and madness because of the wealth he’s accumulated.

we see him searching for his father, saying that he knows he’s alive. i could honestly go on a whole other tangent about this, but for the sake of this rant, he wants to believe that his father didn’t actually go mad like everyone says he did. or if he has gone mad, he wants to believe he can help him.

there’s the scene in Rivendell where he overhears Lord Elrond and Gandalf talking about it, and i don’t know about you guys, but he looks pretty damn worried to me. (sorry for how crunchy this gif is but you get the point)

and of course there’s obviously the “I am not my grandfather.” line he says to Balin outside of Erebor, which is one of the lines that ends up snapping him out of the dragon/gold sickness. His voice is stern, but he also looks away from Balin and almost whispers the line (see below).

all of this only exaggerates the tragedy of when he falls to the sickness. not only do we see how it effects those around him, but when he starts to recognize what’s happened to him he imagines being swallowed up by the gold. when he snaps out of it (might i add, to the repeated line “I am not my grandfather”), it’s such an intense realization that he throws his crown. he’s not only betrayed the others by falling to this sickness, he’s betrayed himself.

anyways… thank you for coming to my ted talk ❤️

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FOTFICtember24 - Chapter 1

After a long absence, Kyra returns to the town of Lonely Mountain just in time for the autumn fair. Her "uncle" Bilbo is very secretive about it all, and she's excited to see what the night will bring.

My dears, you didn't think I'd skip the FOTFICS challenge, did you? As writing has been kind of hard lately, I've decided to indulge myself :D

Prompts: Library, festival, baking, tea, pie, autumn fair

Pairing: Ori x OC, OC & Bilbo, Kíli x Tauriel

Words: 1110

Warnings:Nothing

“I can smell that you’re baking,” Kyra laughed as she popped her head into the kitchen, making Bilbo nearly jump out of his skin.

“I thought you were gone already,” the one she called Uncle without being related to him in any discernible way huffed, trying to hide the glorious pie he’d just pulled out of the oven without much success. “The boys are already roaming about.”

Glancing at her watch, she made a face. Kyra, despite her best efforts, was notoriously scatterbrained and couldn’t, for the life of her, be on time.

“Do you have much work yet?” she asked, mindful not to encroach on Bilbo’s realm of flour and sugar.

“It’s manageable,” he replied diplomatically. “Once Thorin arrives, we’ll get more done!”

That assessment drew a more genuine grin from the young woman; it was common knowledge that, despite their exaggerated fights about minor details, Bilbo and Thorin loved spending time together.

Indeed, the younger generation had made long-standing bets on the exact moment the two curmudgeons would realise that they were actually in love with one another, but thus far, nobody had been able to claim the considerable pot.

“It’s been too long since I’ve gone to the fall fair,” Kyra sighed, fond memories of the golden autumns she’d once spent in her uncle’s care coming alive within her heart.

“You were busy,” Bilbo said soothingly. “That is not to say that we didn’t miss you—I’m sure we did, and your return to the fold is one of the reasons I’d politely beg you to remove yourself now. I have to get a move on—this festival has to be one of the best yet. In your honour.”

As if it had been convened thus, there was a resoundingly enthusiastic knock on the front door at that very moment.

“There they are—let’s hope they brought Thorin along,” Bilbo mumbled, wiping his hand on a towel he’d tucked into his belt. “No peeking, come away!” he added out of habit.

He knew Kyra so well that he didn’t have to look at her to know that she’d be sorely tempted to open every cupboard and drawer in search of the treats and surprises he’d been concocting in secret for the big finale of the fall fair.

“Oi, we were waiting for you,” Fíli exclaimed through the opening door. “What kept you so long?”

To Bilbo’s dismay, the boys’ tall, handsome uncle and shepherd was nowhere to be seen.

Grimacing in embarrassment, Kyra shrugged sheepishly. “I’m ready now,” she said hastily, pressed a quick kiss onto Bilbo’s heated cheek, and slipped out of the door.

“They’re just in a hurry because they want to corner Ori before he can slink home,” Tauriel informed her under her breath as they walked down the sleepy town’s beautifully decorated main street.

“Ori,” Kyra repeated pensively. She’d spent many a summer at Bilbo’s house, but then studies, first jobs, and unhappy relationships had kept her from visiting more than a few days here and there for entirely too long a time.

“Pretty ginger fellow,” Tauriel, who’d moved here to be closer to her boyfriend, confided with a wink. “He works at the library. As far as I can tell, he’s always been here, so I think you should know him.”

Vague recollections of a skinny boy with soft eyes came to Kyra’s mind, and—when her heartbeat accelerated—she reminded herself not to put the cart before the horse.

“Ah, I see you do remember,” Tauriel grinned.

Kyra blushed furiously—she was unused to having female friends who caught on to the minutest shifts in her demeanour and facial expressions. Men, she found, were much easier to deceive in those matters.

As they walked on in companionable silence, Kyra realised something else. “Are we abducting that man? If he wanted to come with us, wouldn’t he just join us of his own free will?”

Again, Tauriel merely smiled at her enigmatically. “He doesn’t know what’s good for him,” she said cheerily before adding in a whisper that she suspected that Ori was nervous because there would be another woman attending.

“Oh, but I don’t want to ruin his fun,” Kyra cried out, feeling wretched.

“Not at all,” Tauriel smiled. “In the name of friendship, I’m going to admit that we’re all hoping that he might come out of his shell a little bit…he does remember you, you know?”

Before Kyra could protest or flee, she was bodily shoved through the heavy double doors leading into the cool, calm interior of the deserted library.

Not a main attraction on the best of days, the building was entirely empty now as everybody was milling around outside to help or hinder the preparations for the main event, scheduled throughout the whole upcoming evening.

“Ori? Come on, mate! They have a rollercoaster on the square!” Kíli hollered, making his companions flinch as his voice echoed shockingly.

“No screaming in the library,” came a calm but determined reprimand from a dark corridor, and—a moment later—a vision of copper and gold stepped out of the shadows, holding a dainty porcelain teacup in his pale, long-fingered hands. “I brewed a new pot—care to join me?”

“No,” Kíli expostulated. “Blast your tea! Didn’t you hear what I said? There’s a rollercoaster, and Uncle made us promise that we’d come to the forest as soon as possible. He and Bilbo have apparently outdone themselves!”

Visibly undecided, Ori shifted from one foot to the other.

“Oh, yes, I remember,” Kyra whispered tenderly as she took in the nigh-ephemeral apparition before her—years ago, Ori had been her favourite among the ever-changing throng of the “friends of friends” she’d met during her stays at Bilbo’s.

Sweet-natured and soft-spoken, he’d promised to grow into a great beauty, and Kyra was delighted to learn that her instinctive assessment had been absolutely correct.

Now a man grown, Ori was gorgeous, and she willed her heart to quieten and her mind to keep working lest she say something silly.

“Kyra is back, and we want to show her a good time, so she won’t desert us for so long ever again,” Fíli added insidiously, apparently knowing exactly how to pressure his friend into complying with their wishes.

“Why would…I’m not sure that I make things better,” Ori muttered softly.

“Do you want her to go on the rollercoaster alone? Where’s your chivalry, man?” Kíli exclaimed, clutching his chest in mock disbelief.

With a shivering sigh, Ori set down his teacup on the counter of the library and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll lock up and get ready. I’ll meet you by the food stalls.”

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@fellowshipofthefics here's the first chapter of my fic for September!

Lots of love from me! <3

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[luna-writes-stuff]

Chapter XLIII

A Kili X OC fic

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Tw: Feelings. A long awaited chapter, if you will. Emotions??? Crying?? Really mild for my doing.

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You know what’s scarier than a dragon? Feelings.

Raewyn didn't remember falling asleep in his chambers that night. Everything had gone by in a flash. She remembered waking up before him, slanted against the wooden frame of his bed, still seated on the floor, the slight brush of his arm against hers. It was enough to raise a sinking feeling in her stomach. Not one of desperation or grief - it was a nice feeling.

She remembered gently waking him and thanking him for comforting her. After that, one of the younger girls from Laketown helped her into one of her dresses, most suitable for a funeral. She had helped the girl back to her mother in the big halls of Erebor, before entering the Gallery of Kings, now littered with a golden floor. On the higher steps of the stairs, she could already see Thorin, Bard and Thranduil, accompanied by a handful of elves and men. What caused her breath to hold momentarily was seeing Fili and Kili up there in regal robes, standing beside Thorin proudly. With the time spent on their quest, Raewyn had slowly begun to forget that the two were indeed royalty, and had lawfully been considered princes. They never held that atmosphere of authority that Thorin seemed to ooze; it was easy to see past the fact that they had a right to a throne. And though she had been raised without hierarchy and with disdain towards kingdoms, she couldn't help but bow her head slightly to the pair.

The commemoration of the fallen soldiers had been long and emotional. Raewyn hadn't lost anyone close to her - thankfully - but the sobbing of men and wailing of children was enough to cause her to blink back a few tears. She couldn't deny that the loss had been too great for words, even though the kings had done their best to try so. She didn't know how long she had been in that room, but when they came back out, sun had already set. Granted, there had been a big dinner and party afterwards to celebrate the lives and future of the people of Erebor and Dale, but she hadn't anticipated for an entire day to pass by.

All throughout the party, all she truly felt was anxiety. Bilbo would be leaving the next day, and she had yet to answer Thorin's offer. There was fright and fear in accepting the proposal for reasons she could not quite place. She wanted to stay, but simultaneously felt as if that would be intruding, even if everyone in the mountain would personally assure her that that wouldn't be a necessity. She had done her absolute best to hide from Kili, a new-found fear climbing out her body every time someone would even mention his name. She couldn't place where that had come from.

The flash of events came to a halt when she escaped to that all-too-familiar spot above the broken gates to Erebor. She had sneaked some food out for Farris, who was peacefully eating it in front of her. A plus that came with a somewhat magical owl, was that she ate everything and never got sick. That way, Raewyn could sneak out a handful of desserts; a few for her and a few for Farris.

"You were awfully absent today." A voice suddenly cut through the silent ambiance, alerting both Raewyn and Farris of the new presence. Neither seemed surprised by it. Raewyn turned around slightly, forcing a smile onto her face. "Did you follow me here?" Kili grinned at that, walking up to the two.

"Perhaps."

The Asha scanned his figure, that same atmosphere as this afternoon suddenly flushing through her. He seemed to ooze royalty now.

"You look regal." She remarked. Immediately, his energy seemed to change, his eyes rolling around as he made a silly face, clumsily lifting the great cloak off of his shoulders. "It's so heavy." He exaggerated in true Kili fashion. The material hit the floor with a heavy thud, before Kili sat down next to it, rolling his shoulders back. "That's better."

Raewyn couldn't suppress the brief chuckle at his antics, shaking her head at him. Kili's eyes found hers, slowly drifting to her dress. "How is your back?" She shrugged as if it was nothing, ignoring the scratching of her bandages.

"Aching. Burning. Nothing new."

Kili didn't seem to catch on to her nonchalant figure, his eyebrows furrowing together in hurt. "It's been worse. You shouldn't worry about it." She tried to reassure. He just nodded in a mocking manner.

"I'll stop worrying when you can't feel it anymore."

"How are your hands?" Raewyn tried to change the subject, referring to his still bandaged hands. "Sore." He muttered, flexing his fingers as if to make his point. A mischievous smile climbed onto his face as he looked up at her through his lashes. "It's been worse." Raewyn scoffed at that in humour, leaning her head back slightly. She tried to regulate the expressions on her face. As long as he thought you were okay, a voice echoed in her head. Her smile, however, seemed to fall quicker than intended, now replaced by a far-off stare. Kili noticed it immediately.

"Are you alright?"

She looked at him, mentally cursing herself for dropping her mood so quickly. "Peachy." She tried to placate, but when Kili didn't answer that, she knew he didn't believe her. With a heavy sigh, she fed Farris another piece, ignoring the rough tugging on her heartstring. "I feel tense - on edge." She confessed, now looking down at the owl, somewhat anxious to meet his gaze. It didn't help that he seemed to look at her regardless of where her eyes fell. She could feel his worried eyes on her.

"What for?"

"I don't know." She muttered. "It's like the imminent dread of some sort of event. It feels inescapable."

Kili let out a silent 'ah' of understanding, nodding along with it, even though she couldn't see it. "Any way I can help?"

"No," She answered. I think you're actually making it worse.

She didn't dare to say that out loud, even if it was the truth. She was already feeling inner turmoil, but at the mere mention of his name or brief glances of him thrown her way seemed to only amplify it, a heavy pit settling into her stomach. Him actually talking to her made her want to dig a hole in the concrete floor and lay in it for an undecided amount of time.

When it became clear she wasn't going to comment on it any further, Kili tried to change the topic: "Bilbo is leaving as soon as the sun rises." And the sinking feeling in her stomach seemed to have reached the bottom, an almost nauseating feeling now rising up. She hated it. Even when facing Smaug, she hadn't felt like this. It was terrible - she hated it. She felt incredibly hot, and began to pay a lot of attention to her breathing. Not because it began to speed up; because it seemed to be the only thing she could hear clearly.

"So he told me." She tried to play off. "It's weird - I'm already missing the little bugger." Kili mumbled, his voice hitting her even harder.

"I'll tell him you said that." She mused absentmindedly. She didn't know if she actually said it out loud, because the dwarf didn't speak afterwards. It was just a sudden silence - perhaps comfortable for him, but it was dreadful for her. She needed to talk about something else. Anything else.

"What will happen once the dwarves have returned to the mountain?" She managed out, still not meeting his eyes. She heard Kili laugh slightly at her question. "All the dwarrowdams will be wearing all kinds of silly dresses. And I don't doubt there will be many awfully stupid meetings. A kingdom back on the rise will likely do that." Trying to copy his sarcasm, she nodded along: "That sounds entertaining." "It's dreadful," He claimed. "But if you'll stay, I could talk with the fun captain of the guard."

That felt like a direct shot to the heart. A shallow breath escaped Raewyn as she coughed, trying to cover up the deep sigh. "Yeah, perhaps."

Kili frowned at that. Perhaps he had been oblivious to the sudden shift in her mood, but the sigh definitely did not go unheard by him: "Does the offer cause you stress? Because, if it does, you can take your time making the decision. Dwalin could take over in the mean time."

Yes, she wanted to scream. Instead, what came out was a curt "it feels odd".

"The dragon is dead, Erebor is reclaimed. Dale will be rebuild." "Yes," The dwarf agreed. "The start of a new era. It's odd to see it happen, I suppose. It's something you only ever hear in tales."

She didn't know what it was in his words, but she hated it. Her hands had begun to shake and she was having a hard time covering it up. Something was so terribly wrong. The whole situation seemed wrong. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do with Thorin's offer, she didn't know what to do with Bilbo's leaving, she didn't know what to do after Erebor had been reclaimed. She never imagined ever meeting Kili. He was the reason she went through all this unneeded stress right now. If it wasn't for him, she would have easily rejected Thorin. She would have left with Bilbo days ago and she would have never thought of Erebor again. Kili had ruined everything. And she hated that she couldn't even hate him for it.

Standing up quickly, she heaved another deep exhale, forcing back tears that had sprung into her eyes during the stress. She wasn't even sad. She just didn't know what to do. It was so much at once and she couldn't talk about it. She couldn't even properly think about it.

God, Kili terrified her.

"I'm not feeling too well." She managed out, leaving all the desserts on the floor for Farris. Before she could even walk past Kili, he had also risen from his spot, his hand finding hers. The skip in her heart was almost enough to let her crumble right now.

Almost.

"Should I get Oín?" He wondered in concern. "No, I'll be fine." Raewyn dismissed, ripping her hand from Kili's, doing her best to regulate her breathing. "I think I shall return to my chambers."

"Should I walk with you?"

"No." She spoke immediately, a gesture that made Kili recoil slightly. "I'm sorry," She apologized. "I appreciate the gesture, but..." I don't want you around me. She didn't tell him that. Of course she wouldn't. Why was this so hard all of the sudden?

"I can find my way. Bard was asking for you a short while ago. That's likely more important." "I doubt that." He countered stubbornly. "Kili, please?" Raewyn pleaded. "If only to soothe my mind?"

Whether it was the terrified glance in her eyes or her rigid form, Kili seemed to adamantly agree to her words. "Alright," He sighed. "Get some rest." She nodded quickly, before rushing towards the entry to the mountain. She could feel her heart pound against her chest with every move. Not in a cliche way, but in a way that left her truly scared. She was scared that she was this frightened. The last few weeks had been lived on pure adrenaline, but she had never been this terrified. Not when facing Smaug, not when battling with the orcs, not when plunging into a freezing lake. Not when she was facing nearly certain death. She was frantic in a way she had never been before and she couldn't understand why.

The second her feet stepped through her bedroom door, she collapsed to the floor, her shaking hands slamming the door shut, before her shoulder rested against it. It was all his stupid fault. She wouldn't have gone through this if it wasn't for him. She knew he would never want her to feel this just because of him, and part of it made the entire ordeal even worse. It made her hysterical. This was awful. This was sickening. Who was to say what would happen if she stayed? Would she have to go through this every single day? That would be a true nightmare.

The flurry of events and anxiety didn't calm down until she had fallen asleep against the hardwood door, her cheeks puffed and her skin red, in that same black dress the girl had given her that morning. She felt little peace in her sleep, but at least she was out. It was the most rest she'd get for now.

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The sun had just risen when Raewyn found herself in front of Bilbo's chambers, her old recovered armour covering her figure. She only had to knock once before the door was opened, her familiar friend welcoming her with a brief smile before returning to his packing. Wordlessly, she stepped into the room, watching him sort out the last of his things. When he finally closed the bag, she gave him a hopeful glance. She could see some sort of turmoil in his eyes, and she had only hoped he hadn't changed his mind.

"Ready to go?" She asked him hesitantly. Bilbo looked at his own stuff, before letting his eyes run over Raewyn, doubt clear in his features. It didn't soften as he spoke his next words: "Are you?"

His words took aback, and she couldn't help but let out a scoffed chuckle at it. "Why would I not be?" Bilbo stopped his movements, exhaling deeply as he patted his hands to his side uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself quickly. When Raewyn didn't respond to it, he resumed his notion: "Look," he sighed. "I know this isn't my place to say, but there is so much keeping you here. Why would you leave?"

Silence filled the room upon his question, and neither of them could really predict what the other was going to say. Of all the things Raewyn had expected, she never expected her friend to insinuate she should stay here. She figured he'd be delighted that she came with him. It would offer extra safety, she thought of them as close friends, and he had always spoken to her about the Shire. And now he was asking her why she would join him?

Why did she join him? It wasn't because it was her goal in life to find a home in the Shire. It was too calm for her liking. She'd be surrounded by hobbits who would continuously stare at her, and she'd be obligated to bother Bilbo every second of the day. There were no conflicts she could help with, or spaces she could explore when she'd grow bored. She'd inevitably grow bored. However peaceful it sounded, the Shire was no place for an Asha, even if they spent their lives defending it.

She also didn't want to go back into the wilds. It'd be much too different now. Somewhere along the journey she had begun to forsake the life she had grown so accustomed to. Perhaps she wanted to return to it just for the familiarity of it; not because she liked it.

Bilbo's voice tore her out of her thoughts, which she hadn't even known she was stuck in. "You don't want to go." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. If it had been a guess, it would have been an excellent guess. She wasn't going to admit that out loud.

"They don't want me here, Bilbo. Not really." Raewyn spoke up. Not in a defeated tone, or a tone laced with sadness, no - she spoke it as if it was a well-known fact. To her, it was. "I'm not a dwarf; this isn't my place."

"You're scared." Bilbo countered, shocking even himself that those words tumbled out so easily. Furrowing her eyebrows together in offence, she stared at him. "No, I'm not." "Yes, you are," The hobbit returned, surprised at himself for going against Raewyn, who could easily knock him out if she wanted to, especially if she was angry. She seemed angry now. Be that as it may, he continued: "You're scared that you won't belong."

"Of course I don't belong," She noted in a slightly raised voice, as if it was the most apparent fact of all time. There was no emotion behind it. And if there was, Bilbo couldn't hear it. "I've known that all my life. It doesn't scare me." "It doesn't scare you to be alone?" The hobbit repeated confused. "No." Raewyn denied, shaking her head to emphasise her point.

Swallowing thickly, Bilbo balanced on the balls of his feet, nodding his head in feigned belief. His friend didn't notice the faked expression. "You're stronger than me," he simply stated. "I'd be terrified."

A soft smile appeared on Raewyn's face as she listened to him: "You're a hobbit. You're sociable by nature. I was raised alone." Her justification didn't seem right to him, but he refused to completely argue with her logic. "That doesn't mean that it shouldn't scare you." He mumbled in empathy, refusing to meet the Asha's gaze. When she figured out he wasn't going to look at her, she just closed her eyes in frustration, turning around as she pointed towards the door.

"Can we just go?"

The hobbit followed her instructions silently, risking one last look into the room he had slept in for the past days, before ultimately closing the door. Raewyn let him lead the way. The dwarves had prepared their departure from Bilbo, but she hadn't told them anything about her own choice. Bilbo was going to say goodbye, as they had planned, and she'd wait outside. Perhaps keeping her venture a secret wasn't the best idea, but knowing the company, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

The morning air was cold, hot clouds forming from her mouth as she stood outside, watching Farris circle her continuously. Gandalf had stood beside her in silence, though his looks said enough. He knew arguing with her would be futile, but the least he could do was give her a couple glances. She felt it. She wasn't going to respond to them.

Before long, Bilbo finally emerged from the gates, a troubled expression on his face. He awkwardly nodded towards the pair, contradicting what both the ranger and wizard had expected - Bilbo was ecstatic to go home. They had expected a slight smile or relieved sigh. Not this uncomfortable nod. He didn't speak, he didn't mutter - nothing. The pair just followed him silently, unsure of what to say or do. A heavy feeling settled in Raewyn's pit the further they strayed from the mountain. They weren't even in Dale yet when the lump in her throat had become scratchy and painful.

Almost as if he could sense it, Bilbo turned around, stopping in his steps. Swallowing down the unpleasant lump, Raewyn tilted her head slightly. "Bilbo?" "What makes you happy, Raewyn?" He asked without skipping a beat, giving her an accusing look. It was the first thing he had said since leaving Erebor.

It wasn't the fact that they had been walking for a handful of minutes now and those were his words - it was the stone cold undertone to his question that had taken her aback. "Beg your pardon?" "What makes you happy?" He repeated, his voice even colder now, as if she had just committed the greatest crime known to him. Be that as it may, she tried to make light of the situation, not looking forward to days of walking in another hostile silence.

"Um, rain?" She thought aloud. "The smell of freshly baked bread?" Bilbo refused to answer, which caused her to let out a hesitant 'hedgehogs?'.

"Not that." The hobbit dismissed. "Well, that's what makes me happy." "No, it doesn't." Bilbo interrupted. From the corner of her eyes, she could see the wizard shift slightly, chuckling under his breath with an ever-so-prominent smile.

"Sorry?" "Rain doesn't make you happy." The hobbit went on. "I don't think you truly know what can make me happy." Her tone had dropped slightly, no longer amused with Bilbo's speech. "Oh, but I do," He ignored her underlying threat. "So, I'll ask you again; what makes you happy, Raewyn? Genuinely happy."

"Warm sheets." She deadpanned. When she received the same glare from Bilbo, she rolled her eyes, genuinely thinking her answer over. There were a hundred little things she could mention, but she knew it wouldn't satisfy Bilbo. She didn't know what would. There was truly only one thing that she dare speak aloud that might give him some contentment: "Peace?"

"Peace?" Bilbo repeated with a somewhat relieved sigh. "For who?"

For who? She could have wished peace upon everyone - wishing it for herself would seem selfish. But, then again, it had been the one thing she had been longing for for years: a home. Somewhere safe and content. A happy place, without malice or hurt.

"Myself," She confessed, but not without a scoff. "To not fight every day. A place I could call home." She then pointed to her friend, a heavy breath following her words in defeat. "Kind of what you have." "A home," Bilbo voiced with content, finally satisfied with her answer. "That's here. Why do you run from it?" There was that dreadful lump in her throat again. Just when she had begun to forget about it, it returned, now twice its weight. Bilbo was her friend. If she couldn't be honest to him, who could she be honest to?

"What if I am scared?" She whispered, her lower lip shaking slightly. Bilbo's face softened at her question, even though it did not come as a surprise to him.

"You are?" "What if, one day, he wakes and doesn't want to see me anymore? There'd be nothing left for me there." He couldn't resist the sympathetic smile forming on his face, his shoulders dropping with his words.

"Raewyn, I don't think anyone will ever love you more than he does. I don't even think Gandalf makes a valuable opponent." The hobbit spoke, as he nodded his head towards the wizard, who had simply stood there and watched the endeavour unfold. "I'm not ready to settle for that life," Raewyn mumbled, swallowing thickly. "I might never be." "You'll never be if you keep wondering." Bilbo answered gently, his unrelenting attitude finally calming down.

The Asha turned to Gandalf in slight panic, hoping to seek aid from him. "Gandalf-" "Don't look at me," He smiled. "You've been on your own for far too long." The desperation was clear on her face. Having already been in turmoil, her friend's word didn't exactly offer her any form of comfort or reassurance, and Bilbo could see it written all over her.

"Actually," He coughed. "I don't want you on this journey. I don't want you to travel with me." It wasn't spoken in a soft manner, for he knew it would be futile. No - this was a command. "You should go back."

With a crestfallen expression, she looked upon her friend, unsure of what to do. She could only bow her head in understanding. "The Shire isn't what you're looking for, not really," The hobbit continued, his tone much more gentle as he walked towards Raewyn. "And maybe you don't know this yet, for whatever dull reason, but you're not looking for a place. You told me this yourself. Home isn't somewhere; it's someone." His hand found her lower arm, giving it a comforting hold. "'Home isn't a place, Bilbo. It's people'." He quoted. "Weren't those your exact words?"

"I don't recall saying that." "Misty Mountains, after we encountered the stone gi- look, it doesn't matter." He trailed off. "What matters is that you have people who want you with them. Even the one person you've spend your entire life loathing wants you to stay." He paused shortly, trying not to get worked up over Raewyn's indecision. "You have something good there, Raewyn. I don't even think I have that in my house. You're not going to find that anywhere else, ever again."

Hopeful eyes met hers as she did her best to keep her emotions in, frightened it would be too much once it would flow free. However, Bilbo's next words seemed to break the dam building in her eyes: "Please, go back."

Quickly wiping away a stray tear, Raewyn grabbed onto Bilbo's shoulders. "I'll miss you," She managed out, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I'll miss you too. Very much, so." Careful not to put too much pressure on her back, the hobbit wrapped Raewyn into a warm hug - one that she was quick to reciprocate. "I've grown fond of you, Bilbo." She sniffed, parting from him, yet keeping him at an arm's length distance. "Don't do anything stupid. Keep yourself safe, for my sake." He nodded his head feverishly at her words, bowing his head in farewell afterwards: "I do hope you'll come to visit sometimes." A heartfelt snicker tore from her as she once wiped away another tear that had fallen.

"I'll visit you so often, I'll begin to bother your neighbours." He smiled in return, his eyes now glossy as well.

"That'd be lovely."

Before he could fully break, Raewyn had turned to Gandalf, her smile fading into an unsure expression. "My dear Raewyn," the wizard began, his eyes narrowing with his joyful expression. "I've been alone before, but this just seems much harder." She confessed, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him, silently memorising the way he hugged her back. Just in case.

"Oh, but you won't be alone, will you?" Gandalf chuckled, parting from her with a grin. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, but refused to comment on the matter.

"Don't become a stranger."

"You won't have to worry about that." The wizard winked, walking up to the hobbit, grasping his shoulder in acknowledgment. Bilbo got the silent hint and offered a final wave to his friend.

"Goodbye, Raewyn." "Farewell," She whispered back, remaining there on the frozen floor as she watched the two descend further down the mountain. It wasn't until she saw their two tiny figures near the city of Dale that she finally turned around.

New-found confidence surged through her as she climbed back up, huffing in protest of the sudden exercise her back muscles had gotten. Thranduil had been kind enough to return her armour after the funeral, but it had been nowhere near injury-safe. In fact, the thumping of the metal might have made it worse. She was just grateful Gandalf had healed the most part, and she was left with nothing but scars and a dull ache. Be that as it may, she had laid down for days - she hadn't this much exercise since the battle upon Ravenhill. By the time she had gotten back to the gates of Erebor, she was severely out of breath.

Her heart began to speed up at the thought of facing the dwarves after she left them without telling. Scratch that - she had to face him. Forcing the anxious feeling down, she grunted loudly, shooting a helpless glance at the sky, as if someone was going to help her. "Fighting a dragon was easier." She mumbled under her breath, before ultimately walking back into the gates.

She was confused to see no one stand guard, but figured it had still been too early. The entry hall was empty, and her footsteps echoed through the halls. Farris, who had loyally followed Raewyn inside, had now found a spot upon the unlit chandelier, already pecking at her feathers. Confidence faded into hesitance when she saw Nori's figure walking the empty halls, his back to her. She must have been too loud, because he turned around quickly, a surprised look on his face. He was swift to notice her weathered armour and heavy cloak around her. It was easy for him to piece two by two together.

"Lass, you're leaving too?"

"Where's Kili?" She dismissed, completely out of breath, but still on the high of her adrenaline. Wordlessly, the dwarf pointed towards the large hole in the wall that led to the hall of kings. Raewyn nodded in gratitude, immediately taking off in that direction, not giving herself more time to overthink it.

In the room was a small group of dwarves picking up the rubble from broken pillars Smaug had left. Among them, Raewyn recognised Gloin and Bifur. On the other side, she could see a second, even smaller group of dwarves, who seemed lost in conversation. Kili found her before she could even see him, pushing through the dwarves with a relieved look on his face. She could vaguely hear his brother utter an apology, but she wasn't focused on that right now. All she could really focus on was trying to keep her breathing down and praying that no one could hear her pounding heart.

"Thank Mahal, you're alright," The dwarf sighed as he ran up to her, grabbing her arms as he inspected her face, trying to look for any form of distress. "We couldn't find you."

When his eyes trailed to his hands, he seemed to realise hadn't been holding on to her tunic - he was holding onto her armour. "You're leaving?" He stuttered out, his face falling immediately.

"I am. I-I was." Raewyn corrected, wincing slightly when Kili's hands dropped from her arms. Heartbroken, he looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed together in hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?" A hesitant sigh slipped past Raewyn's lips as she tried to smile the discomfort off: "Because you'd ask me to stay."

"Is that such a horrible thing?" Kili countered, his voice breaking, causing Raewyn to finally let down her defences. She glances around the room, noticing the crowd of dwarves who had begun to look at the pair of them. Part of her couldn't care less about who saw them now, but she couldn't deny that it still left her feeling slightly out of place. "Kili," She began softly. "I don't belong in the mountain."

"Forget the mountain," He dismissed, not following her eyes. Instead, they looked directly into hers. "You'd leave anywhere without telling me?"

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her hands squeezing together in attempted reassurance. "I know that wasn't-" "I'm not going to ask you to stay." The dwarf interrupted. Immediately, that build-up courage dropped, all her weight falling into her shoes. "Oh," She breathed, the lump in her throat returning. She had made a fool of herself. Of course he wouldn't ask her to stay if she decided to leave. He respected her wishes, but for once, she wished he would fight for her.

Her mind had already convinced her of rejection, so when he dropped to his knees in front of her, clutching her hands, she stood there frozen, staring at him in clear surprise. "Stay."

Oh

"What?" She whispered, her voice almost inaudible. "I need you to stay. Please." He wasn't asking her to stay - he was begging her. She could have cried in relief upon the realization.

"Kili-" "Forget the mountain!" He repeated, fearing she would start arguing again. "I do not care about where or how. I need you to stay with me. That is all." His hands worked to remove one of her gloves, squeezing it tightly when he managed to do so. She didn't fight it. "I need you to stay with me. We could go anywhere. I'd run with you." A deep breath came from him as he looked up at her, the sight of him almost having her drop to her knees as well. "I have spent a lifetime looking for you, and I'm not going to let you leave without at least trying. And I am sorry I didn't try sooner. I should have. But I was scared and stupid and you were truly all I could ever want." He cried. "So, please, don't leave me."

Finally, she held onto his hands, no longer letting them hang loosely beside her. With wide eyes and an open mouth, she stared at him. "I'm not leaving." She whispered. Now, it was his turn to be confused:

"What?"

"Well, I was going to, but- hobbits can be quite rude." She rambled, dropping to her knees in front of him, joining him on the golden floor. "I was terrified," She admitted. "I have never been that scared in my life. Kili, my hands were shaking at the mere thought of you, because all I could think about was how you would eventually tire of me." Tears of lament began to gather in her eyes at the thought.

"How could I ever tire of you?" Kili asked genuinely. One of his hands let go of hers, now raising to her face, cradling her cheek gently. "Raewyn, you could burn down everything and everyone I care for, and I'd still have you."

A choked sob escaped the ranger at his words, a sorrowful smile on her face as she dropped her head, chuckling at her own sadness. "I'm sorry," Kili looked at her, fearing rejection would hit him next.

"No, it's..." He mumbled, trying to push his pain down. "It's alright."

"I didn't- Ki, that's not what I meant." Raewyn corrected, lifting her head to look back at him. "I'm sorry it's me. You deserve more."

"More than you?" He grinned, the tears gathering in his eyes slowly slipping down. "I don't think that exists." She could only laugh poorly at that, sniffing as she attempted to regain her posture. "Stay. Please." The dwarf pleaded for a final time.

The Asha rose to one knee, her hands fumbling with the outer layer of her clothing, seemingly looking for something. When she found it, she took it out of her pocket, dropping it into Kili's open palm. The dwarf stared at the object, his vision now blurring through the emotions. Though he couldn't see it clearly, he knew what she had lain there. A small, silver piece of jewelry, finely engraved with a Dwarvish rune that was only carried by one bloodline the world still held. One bead that Thranduil had returned to Gandalf after the battle.

"Rae-" "It is yours," She cut him off with a hushed tone. "As is my love. But, please," She closed his palm, looking into his eyes with a look he had never seen before. "Put me in a silly dress and take me to your stupid meetings."

A pathetic chuckle came from him as he wiped his tears off on their intertwined hands. "What colour should your silly dress be?" She laughed with him, her forehead falling against his, relishing under the touch.

"Whatever colour you'd like."

Slowly, his head rose from hers, that same boyish, yet emotional grin on his face. It was more mature now, but no less attractive. Before she could really come up with anything to say, both his hands cupped her face, his thumbs rubbing against her cheeks. Gently, he leaned forward, trying to seek any form of discomfort on her face. In response, she copied his movement, halting his hesitance by placing her lips on his. The one leg that had sat up when finding her bead returned back to the floor as her hands wrapped around his neck, forcing herself into his hold, its familiar embrace soothing her still swirling nerves. The way his thumbs were still brushing against her skin did nothing to help the mayhem of butterflies in her stomach, though.

She did not wish to part from him. Not this soon - not now. But in the heat of the moment they forgot they still had an audience, and thus, she parted from him, but not before lingering just a little bit longer than would have been usual.

"You really want to spend the rest of your life with me?" Kili tried to joke, still holding her close. "I'm going to get very annoying."

"I'd burn down kingdoms if it meant I'd get to live my life with you." "Please don't." The dwarf whispered, placing a quick kiss on her lips as she went to move back. When they were separated, his hands ran to his own pockets, pulling out a second bead, similar to the one he had given her before the battle. "Then, I believe this is yours." He placed the tiny piece in her hands, watching the way she clutched it tightly. "My lady." She snickered at his teasing tone, but was happy to copy it nonetheless, letting one hand run through his hair, gazing at him in silent admiration.

"My prince."

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[rynneer]

Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction.

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child.

Epilogue

An ending, and a beginning.

and oh where the road then takes me, i cannot tell. we came all this way, but now comes the day to bid you farewell

-The Last Goodbye, Billy Boyd

You didn’t realize how much you missed Rivendell until it appears in your sight once more. It’s sunnier and greener than you remember, even in the quickly fading light—though you mostly remember the nights in the valley.

Juniper wiggles in front of you. “We gonna see elves?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. Your hand darts forward to steady her in the saddle.

“Mostly we’re here to meet your Uncle Bilbo,” Fíli corrects. He pulls back on his pony’s reins, who’s trying to move forward and nip at the tail of Kíli’s pony. “I don’t care for elves.”

“Elves are bad?” Juniper furrows her brow. “But Tauri…” The young girl can’t quite form the name of Erebor’s newly-declared elvish ambassador yet.

“Fíli, we are not setting her against the elves. Don’t confuse her,” you scold. “We do like elves, Junie. Your adad just disagrees with them sometimes.”

Fíli snorts. Ahead, Kíli gives his brother a hard look over his shoulder from beside Tauriel. If the elf heard the exchange, which you know she did, she says nothing. However, when she moves aside a branch along the path, she lets it whip back into Fíli’s face. He nearly falls from his pony as he ducks to avoid it. You snicker.

“Hail!”

Your ears perk up at a call from up the path. You tap your horse’s sides to speed her up, nudging past Kíli.

A tall, dark-haired elf stand at the gates leading into the valley. Elrond nods at you, but his eyebrows crease when he spots Juniper. The little dwarfling doesn’t seem fazed, staring wide-eyed at the elf.

“Well met, Princes Fíli and Kíli of Erebor. Lady Y/N, good to see you again. And it is not often we see our Mirkwood kin this side of the mountains. Welcome to Rivendell,” Elrond sweeps his arm out, beckoning you forward.

Your party dismounts. You carefully place Juniper on the ground and take her hand.

Her eyes haven’t left Elrond. “He’s tall,” she whispers.

Fíli inclines his head coolly. “Hello, Lord Elrond. And it’s Princess Y/N now, actually,” Fíli corrects as you stroll deeper into the valley. He ruffles Juniper’s hair proudly. “This is our daughter, Juniper.”

That renders Elrond speechless. He looks from you, to Fíli, to Juniper toddling beside you. Kíli smirks at the elf’s dumbfounded expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter. “We wanted to surprise Bilbo—it didn’t occur to me that we shouldn’t surprise you as well.”

“And speaking of Bilbo…” Kíli points up at a low-hanging balcony, where a little figure paces.

You let go of Juniper’s hand and run up the stairs. “Bilbo!” you shout, seizing the hobbit in a tight hug.

He sputters out a muffled protest. With a grin, you bring him back down the steps and set him on the ground. He straightens his waistcoat, patting a tiny pocket. The gesture doesn’t escape you—he’s carrying the Ring.

“It’s good to see you too, Y/N,” he puffs out.

Kíli wraps him in a bear hug, lifting him off his feet. “Mister Boggins!” He puts him back down and gives an exaggerated bow. “Prince Kíli, at your service.”

Bilbo smiles. “And plain old Bilbo Baggins at yours. I’m terribly sorry I couldn’t make it for the coronation. Is Thorin…?” He looks past Kíli hopefully.

Fíli shakes his head. “He’ll be along in a few weeks,” he explains. “But we come with news.” He steps aside, revealing Juniper. The three-year-old is sucking her thumb.

You return to Fíli’s side and nudge her forward. “Bilbo, this is Juniper. Junie, this is your Uncle Bilbo, the one we told you stories about!”

“Uncle?” Bilbo questions. “I don’t know about uncle–” He stops as Juniper looks at him closely, then wraps her arms around his leg.

“Uncle Bi’bo!” she cries, fumbling over the l in his name.

“I suppose uncle is alright,” he finishes lamely.

Fíli claps him on the shoulder. “Good to see you, Master Burglar. Juniper, you can let go now.”

She plops down on her bottom instead.

“The stubbornness of dwarves,” you remark with a smile.

“I am sure you are weary after your travels. The table is already set if you would like to join us,” Elrond offers, observing the reunion.

That gets Juniper’s attention. She clambers to her feet and tugs on your riding pants. “Mama,” she whispers, as if telling you an important secret. “I’m hungry.”

You’ve been looking forward to this dinner for months. You sit with Fíli at the long banquet table, sipping on sweet wine and admiring the stars. Juniper is on Fíli’s lap, sneaking bites from his plate when he’s not looking. Tauriel and Kíli chat casually with a few elves you don’t recognize.

“She looks like Fíli,” Bilbo comments. The hobbit sits across from you, already on his third plate.

“Yeah, but Kíli’s been a bad influence on her. I couldn’t find her the other day, and you know where she was?” You pause for dramatic effect, folding your arms. “In the armory, with Kíli, ‘trying on’ armor and seeing if she could lift a sword. I swear, there’s two children running around the mountain with him around.”

Kíli flashes a mischievous smile at you from his seat next to Tauriel.

You roll your eyes. “So, what’ve you been getting up to? Any adventures?”

“Well…” Bilbo says slowly. “I wouldn’t call them adventures, but I’ve been going on a great deal more trips outside the borders of the Shire. Just to Bree and such places. You see, I don’t believe any adventure will ever compare to my first.”

“Don’t be so sure,” you remark, swirling your wine around.

“And Thorin, how is he?”

“Oh, he grumbles, but he’s mostly savoring being back home–”

“And giving me all the work!” Fíli butts in with a wink.

You swat at his arm. “I think he still can’t believe it, you know? He spent so long away from home that it doesn’t seem real.”

“And… and you?” Bilbo asks quietly. “You’ve, ah, you’ve been away from home quite a long while now.” His gaze is kind, if concerned.

Under the table, Fíli’s hand finds yours and gives it a squeeze. You haven’t had to answer that question in such a long time, you’re not sure what the answer even is.

You give it some thought. “I’ll put it this way,” you sigh. “In my world—my old world—everyone has to leave the nest at some point. Everyone has to find their way in life, find a new home. And… everyone has to deal with losing family, sometimes friends.”

Another squeeze.

“I guess I just did it earlier than most, and more permanently than most.” You pause, eyes sweeping the table, from Kíli, to Tauriel, to Juniper, to Fíli. “And I’ve found my own new, weird family here.”

“Mama,” Juniper leans over and pulls on your hair, interrupting your musings. “Mama!”

You give Bilbo an apologetic smile. “Yes, little sprout?”

She just yawns in response.

You reach over and lift her from her father’s arms. “Looks like someone’s ready to turn in for the evening,” you comment. “Good night, Bilbo.” Shifting Juniper onto your hip, you put a hand on Fíli’s shoulder. ��Join me later, my love?”

He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You’re awoken by a gentle hand. You squint against the moonlight with a groan. Fíli stands over you.

“What is it?” you mumble, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“It’s one a.m.” Fíli is smiling mischievously. “I was wondering if you would join me for a walk?”

“What?”

He waves a hand towards the window. “It’s a beautiful night in Rivendell, and no one’s around…” he wiggles his eyebrows at you and extends his hand.

You stare at him as your mind slowly processes his request.

Oh. Oh.

With your own sly smile you take his hand. He pulls you from bed and you take the same path to the river you’d taken four years ago. You breathe in deeply, savoring the warm summer air. Everything seems a little more vibrant in Rivendell, a little crisper. The placid river stretches before you, starlight glimmering on the surface. But this time, instead of sitting down on the rocks, Fíli immediately pushes you into the water. You come back up with a sputter and shake out your hair.

“Revenge is sweet,” he declares.

You cross your arms and pout. “Get in here, you asshole.”

He pulls his nightshirt off with a grin and kicks off his pants, leaving him in just his braies. You duck when he jumps in, nearly sending you back under with a wall of water.

“Ssh!” you hiss. “They’ll hear us!”

Fíli doesn’t heed your warning, splashing water at your face.

“I swear, you’re no better than a twelve-year-old,” you laugh, splashing him back, and putting up a hand as a shield when he keeps up the fight.

He grabs your wrist, then the other when you raise it as well. With both your hands trapped, all you can do is squirm helplessly. Fíli smirks, using the opening to lean in and brush his lips against yours. “Bringing back memories?” he breathes.

“Not quite,” you reply softly. “I kissed you first.”

“Blast. Thought I remembered it perfectly.” He gently pushes you toward the shore, and you let him. “But I do remember you had a naughty idea…” Fíli hoists you onto the bank and pulls himself out. Before you can say anything, you’re scooped up in his arms and carried back to your chambers. He doesn’t even stop to grab his discarded clothing, which you’re sure will be an awkward discussion in the morning. Fíli gets straight to work, slowly peeling off your soaked nightclothes. You shiver as the air kisses your wet skin. Fíli grabs the blanket and wraps you in it, pushing you onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” You inhale sharply as he eagerly pulls your hips towards him.

“I want another one,” he growls, nipping at your neck.

“Just one more. Maybe two,” you concede with a giggle. “I’ll have to invent Middle Earth birth control if we keep coming here. Rivendell’s practically an aphrodisiac.”

But you give in, pausing only to roll on top of Fíli and envelop him in the blanket as well. His skin is warm under your lips, and ever so slightly rough. You let his hands wander up and down your legs, your back, gently caressing your curves. Your nails dig into his shoulders with pleasure when he nibbles on your ear.

“You’re even more beautiful than when I first saw you,” Fíli murmurs.

“Shut up and get to it,” you whisper.

And the only sound in the valley is soft panting as you relive that night from a lifetime ago.

In years to come, they’ll sing songs about you. The queen of the dwarves, who came from a strange land and brought with her a book of prophecy. A daughter of Man who lived the long life of a dwarf, mother of the revived line of Durin. Who advised King Thorin in the War of the Ring, urging him to send a delegation to Rivendell, and join the forces of Gondor before the Black Gate. And who died a peaceful death shortly after her king, passing the throne to her eldest daughter.

And oh, how wonderful the songs will be.

[moltengoldveins]

molten, having never seen the Hobbit films: ehh. I read the Hobbit a thousand times when I was a child (really not an exaggeration, thrice a week for at least three years and once a week or so for another like… four?) think I’d know if there was actually anything to the whole Bilbo and Thorin ship. I think this is the internet Internetting again. Molten, three films and an Absurd Quantity of Blatant Staring later: …. Alright. So. I still don’t think this is canon. However.… there is very little someone can do to explain That without… Like. That’s… a lot of Unnecessary Looking. At Each Other. Like. Please. There are children present (gestures vaguely at the Li brothers) could you not do that in public like that.

[linasofia]

Business & Pleasure

Part 8

Summary: At an unexpected lunch with colleagues, you struggle to keep your secret intact as new possible suspicions over your relationship with the boss arise.

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Words: 2,5K

Warnings: 18+

A/N: This is part 8 of this fic. You can read all the previous parts here.

The last day of the week arrives and with the weekend at our doorstep, Friday feelings seem to be sparkling in everyone's blood. Despite the early hour, people gather in the coffee lounge area to enjoy a cup of java together with one of Bombur’s highly desired bagels. What from the beginning were only two standard choices, have expanded to a small buffet with everything from cream cheese bagels with prosciutto and avocado to fully vegan alternatives. The man insists on delivering them in person, with a little help from one or two of his employees. I have noticed that he often stays a bit longer than required and talks to mainly Thorin or Balin when he’s here. Breakfast on Fridays is one of the most appreciated recurring events that take place at the office, as part of the company’s vision in creating an overall inclusive working environment. And today everybody appears to be at the office; the lounge is packed with laughing colleagues, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. Someone has lit a few candles, the many spotlights in the ceiling are slightly dimmed, and soft lounge music seeps from the hidden speakers. I try to mingle, as usual, and manage to talk with both the head of HR as well as a few of the newest members in our sales organization.

I have looked forward to this day ever since Thorin left, and even though it was far from one of his longest trips, it was enough for me to miss him incredibly. My strong feelings scare me a little; falling head over heels for my boss was not something I planned, and yet here I am, excitedly waiting for his arrival. I feel vulnerable in a way I have not felt in a very long time, and even if we try to take things slow, my treacherous heart has already whispered things I do not dare to say out loud.

Eventually, people return to their meetings, computers, and phone calls, the constant sound of voices dies, and just as I place my mug in the washing machine, I hear Kili’s voice behind me.

”I just spoke with Fili. He and Thorin had a change in plans and rebooked their flights. They should be here around lunch. Fili said he has interesting news about a future marketing collaboration and I’m dying to hear them.” Kili swallows the remains of his coffee and frowns, then he lowers his voice and casts a glance around us. The lounge is thankfully empty. ”I tried to get him to talk about Michele but he avoided that topic. Maybe Thorin was around, I don’t know.”

”Their last meeting was canceled on short notice.” I reply, but instantly realize that I’ve said too much. I bite my lip and mentally slap myself; sometimes my brain needs to filter my thoughts better before my mouth speaks.

”Yeah, I guess so. How did you know?” Kili looks at me with a curious expression in his hazel eyes. As the younger of the two brothers, and now subordinate to Fili, I have understood that he’s used to not being told everything, but there is no judgment in his eyes.

”Oh, well… Thorin filled me in on some details before they left.” I lie and hope he doesn’t ask further questions. And he told me last night when he called to say goodnight.

”Right. Anyway, if you’re not busy during lunch, you’re welcome to return that meal today at Bombur’s. I heard he’s making meatloaf and that’s too good to miss.”

”How can you think of lunch now? We just had bagels!” I welcome the change in subject and Kili throws me a grin.

”I burn my calories fast, you know.” He gives me an exaggerated wink, and even if I prefer not to know, he makes his point very clear.

***

A few hours later, I watch Kili use his fork to stab the oversized meatloaf, and his joy over Bombur’s skills can be read all over his face. I have to agree, Bombur never seems to fail in the kitchen, and as part of the mysterious circle that centers around Thorin and includes a strange mix of people from Erebor Corporation, Kili receives special treatment every time. He has just started to explain one of his most recent projects when excited voices raise by the door. I turn around, only to see Bombur making his way over to the entrance, catching the well-known, blond man who just entered the restaurant, in a friendly hug. Kili waves enthusiastically and finally his brother sees him. With a broad grin he approaches our table, holds up a thumb to Bombur who loudly asks if the newcomer wants lunch, and then, after a graceful bow, he takes the seat next to me.

”I thought I would find you here.”

Kili points with his knife to the meatloaf almost covered in gravy and grins. ”You know it!” He takes another mouth full. ”How was the trip?”

”Good, rewarding, and as expected, I guess, in that sense.” Fili starts to explain how their work will elucidate a special matter from a marketing point of view, but Kili is impatient and lifts his hand to silence him.

”You never answered me how Michele is doing.” Kili looks innocently at his older brother, who glances sideways at me.

”Kili, I—”

”She knows, I told her.”

”You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Fili sighs and looks annoyed, but starts laughing when Kili tilts his head like a regretful puppy. ”Michele is fine, just busy or I would have taken her out for lunch instead of looking for your sorry ass.” He turns to me. ”Please excuse me, my brother is a bad influence on my language.”

”It’s fine, I think I know him well enough to safely say I agree with you.”

”Hey!” Kili tries to look offended.

Like a peacemaker, Bombur arrives with a plate of steaming meatloaf, and when Fili exclaims his love for the chef, he gets a not-so-gentle pat on the shoulder in return.

Then the humble restaurant owner excuses himself and disappears back to his pots and pans.

”So..?” Kili lowers his voice. ”Any news?”

Fili, obviously keen to torture his nosy brother, takes a large piece of food, chews slowly and hums approvingly at its taste, then nods. He’s right, the food is—as always at Bombur’s—delicious. I can’t help but think how young Kili appears to be when he’s impatiently looking at his brother. It’s like catching a rare glimpse of their youth, when Fili most certainly had to stop Kili from unwrapping all Christmas gifts the second they were discovered under the tree.

”Thorin knows.” Fili finally reveals.

”What?” Kili almost chokes on his beloved lunch. ”Did Balin tell him after all?”

”No, I did.” Fili looks calmly at his brother, who stares back at him.

”You did?”

”Yeah.” Fili shudders. ”I thought it was best if he heard it from me. It was not an easy decision to tell him, but he took it surprisingly well. I was certain he was going to lecture me at first, but it was as if he thought of something and changed his approach as we spoke.”

”Wow!”

Fili looks pensively at Kili. ”It was not like him. And to be honest, I don’t really recognize him at all. He was so… reasonable during the whole trip. It’s not the Thorin I know.”

”Are you sure he’s well? I mean, people who are sick sometimes start to value new things in life.”

”You’re an idiot sometimes, Kili.” Fili shakes his head. ”Thorin is fine. Have you ever seen anyone in better shape, at his age I mean.”

”At his age?” Kili grins. ”I’ll tell him you said that!”

”Still, there is nothing wrong with him. But something has changed and it’s definitely for the better.”

The smallest heat spreads over my cheekbones, and I pray the brothers will not notice. I don’t know if I—or more precisely, what Thorin and I do—have affected him in any way, but the logical part of my brain tells me it can’t be a coincidence. I have noticed a small change in Thorin as well, but I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me, since I know we’re seeing each other. I poke at my food; eating just became harder. When Kili suddenly speaks my name, I meet his gaze and quickly understand that I missed his question.

”Sorry, what did you say?” I put on a confident smile.

”I said, what do you think? You work close to him. Have you noticed anything… unusual?” He gives me his most conspiratorial smile and even if it makes me nervous, I can’t stifle my laugh.

”No, not really. His personal life doesn’t concern me.” I’m such a bad liar.

”Who said anything about his personal life?” Fili raises an eyebrow, and he resembles Thorin so much when he turns to gaze at me. ”But you have an interesting point.” Damn, I did it again!

I don’t believe in angels, but when Fili’s phone starts ringing and saves me from making the situation even worse, I send thanks to whoever is watching over me. The way his eyes shine as he sees the name of the caller says it all. In a hushed voice he answers, promises to come by her desk after lunch and ends the call with a happy smile that reaches his eyes.

”You’re in deep trouble, brother. You should see yourself right now.”

”Falling in love is not so bad Kili, you should try it sometimes.”

”And miss all the fun? No thanks!”

”Grow up little brother. One day, when you’re old enough, you’ll understand that keeping a woman takes a lot more effort than getting under her skirt once.”

Kili makes a face, lets out his most carefree laugh and turns his attention to the remains of what used to be a magnificent meatloaf. We don’t return to the discussion about Thorin, and I’m almost relieved when we say goodbye to Bombur and head back to the office. A detour to the coffee lounge is mandatory after lunch and Fili immediately occupies both taps on the machine with his cups. One for him and one for the green-eyed woman who clearly has stolen his heart.

Familiar footsteps approach the lounge, and it takes a great deal of willpower not to spin around too quickly when Thorin’s rumbling voice fills the area. As always, he is in full control of his expression when he greets our trio, but a hint of a smile appears on his lips when he sees Fili grabbing the two filled cups. One with milk and one black coffee. Then Thorin turns to me.

”I want a word with you, can you make it now?” I blink and nod. Did he just invite me to his office in front of both of his nephews? After what we talked about during lunch, I would have preferred if Thorin could tread more lightly. But Kili doesn’t seem to react to his words, he only asks Thorin a polite question about the trip. Fili excuses himself, fully focused on carrying coffee to his beloved, and I have to remind my spinning brain that a short briefing with Thorin now makes perfect sense, and not only for our aching bodies.

I follow Thorin to his office, admiring his broad shoulders and back in that impeccable navy suit he wears today. His hair is a little longer at his neck. He was frustrated before he left, for he had forgotten to book an appointment and his barber couldn’t make room for him, but I assured him that it looks good when it’s longer as well. I love touching his hair, and even if I don’t think he will let it grow longer, I enjoy the feeling under my hands. The jacket covers most of his behind, but I know how well those trousers suit him and I can see the shape of his strong thighs as he walks.

He doesn’t look back, he just pushes the handle down and walks inside, leaving it to me to close the door to his office. The moment the door is shut, he pulls me close. His lips crash against mine, and his kiss is hungry, demanding and rough. I whimper against his lips as he presses me tightly against him as if he wants to hinder me from escaping from his grip. The way his hands eagerly explore my lower back and find their way under my top is enough to send pulsating heat to my core. I kiss him back, pouring all my need and longing into the kiss, hoping he can sense what I feel in this moment of reunion. This is what I want and need, him, here and now. But he breaks the kiss too soon for my liking. He rests his forehead against mine and softly pants my name.

”Please tell me that you will sleep at my place tonight.”

”If you want me to.”

His hands grip my waist under the smooth fabric of my top. ”What do you think?” he murmurs huskily and his alluring smile before he kisses me again is a lovely dark promise of a long night.

Suddenly he releases me with an apologetic look in his beautiful azure eyes, and pulls his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture I know by heart. Then he adjusts his jacket. ”I have to meet Dwalin now and discuss the legal aspects of the issue you two worked out. Believe me, I would much rather have prefered to pin you against the wall.”

”I guess you’ll have to keep that thought...” I tease.

”Until later then,” Thorin replies and I tuck my top back in place.

”Maybe you should get a large mirror in here, so I can check how I look before I leave, and don’t have to rely on you.”

”I can see many benefits with that type of installation.” Thorin smiles slyly. I gently smack him on his upper arm, and he chuckles darkly.

”You’re an animal! But honestly, we can’t keep meeting for sex in your office. People will eventually notice.”

”I know I am, but you like it, don’t you?” He pulls me close again, hovering his lips over mine. ”Or is the bright fire in your eyes only a facade?” His lips brush against mine, teasing me. Then the bastard withdraws with a grin. ”I’ll see you tonight.”

I feel like I’m burning inside as I leave his office, with him a few steps behind. He walks over to the elevator, which will take him to the building’s most secret place—the surveillance room—and I return to my tea, which I forgot the same second Thorin entered the lounge. The abandoned tiny bag, shaped like a pyramid and filled with green tea and chamomile flowers, still rests on the counter.

As I sink back into my leather chair, I let out a delighted sigh. Thorin’s hands still burn under my top, and the memory of his kisses will keep my spirit up for the rest of the afternoon. He’s back.

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that's so funny tumblr gave me a notifcation i was tagged but wouldn't let you tag people,, thanks for the thought?? the projected idea??

anyway! time to overshare!! enjoy that

Last song: No Longer You from the Underworld Saga of Epic the Musical, i put off listening to it for ages (like a month) bc i knew i was gonna be obsessed and it was gonna make me try and read the odyssey again (i keep getting distracted) and now i've been listening to it on loop for a week straight

Currently watching: too many things good lord,, so i'm watching that time i got reincarnated as slime, disney percy jackson, tgcf, lego monkie kid, LA last airbender, i have one ep left of original ATLA, 2 eps left of dr stone but my family is waiting till the next season comes out so i have to Wait, i want to rewatch the librarians soon, and my current beloved show is dungeon meshi (and thats not even all of them, christ alive please let me finish a tv show)

3 ships: uhhhhhhh i definitely have more than three hang on,, okay so quark/odo from ds9 (they hate that they care about eachother and i love that for them), bilbo/thorin from the hobbit (one of the first ships i ever read fic for actually), maomao/jinshi from the apothecary diaries (i fully believe this is the first time either of them has felt this emotion ((friendship or romance)))

Favorite color: i dont have a favourite colour bc as a kid i was taught that favouritism was bad concerning people and extended that to all concepts for some reason. that being said my favourite number is 3

Currently consuming: i just ate the crunchiest sweetest pear ever i think,, ideal pear situation

First ship: first one where i knew what shipping was?? percy and annabeth,, first one ever?? possibly shmendrick the magician and molly grue from the last unicorn (beloved childhood movie). oh wait it mightve been the main couple from the secret of moonacre (fun early 2000s fantasy romeo and juliet story, theres unicorns and a magic lion so i mainly cared about that but i do remember wanting them to be happy together)

Relationship status: i have lots of friends (exaggeration) i have a moderate amount of friends (truth)

Last movie: carnosaur!! its really fun and theres a lot of goop and carnage, it came out the same year as jurassic park but the book it's based off came out like 6 years earlier and has a line about how recreated dinos would be a cool theme park so im not saying it inspired jp but i think theres a good chance

Currently working on: assessment 3 for FORS3006 :(( i am very bad at modelling and worse at synthesising info so its not going well and its due in 3 days. artistically ,, my sib asked for help with her next tattoo design?? i guess??

oh god thats too many words isnt it,, im not changing it but i am actively procrastinating so im not gonna tag anyone specific if you see it please do it i wanna know the people ive been co existing with online

Tag Game

Thank you @piccolaromana for tagging me❤️ I’m starting a new thread because the other one was really long :D

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Last song: Move Your Body(Alan Walker Remix) by Sia

Currently watching: I've started watching Stranger Things. I'm currently on episode 2. It's interesting. It's the kind of show my teen self would have liked very much. It happens in 80s and there's this sense of nostalgia about it. Especially the soundtrack. Have you ever felt nostalgic about a time you didn't live in? That's how it makes me feel.

3 ships: Frostiron(Loki/Tony Stark)- Erasermic(Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi) in My Hero Academia- Ineffable Husbands(Crowley/Aziraphale) in Good Omens

Favourite color: Green

Currently consuming: Apple

First ship: Rhett Butler/Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind

Relationship status: Single

Last movie: Wish

Currently working on: *looks uncomfortably at all the different apps and tabs open* Uhh a couple of things?😅 Some are fandom related and I try to get past my anxiety to actually write them instead of daydreaming about them :D

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Elders and Betters

Bilbo meets a dragon.

“Oh,” said Bilbo, faintly.

He looked up at the dragon. The dragon looked down at him. It was larger than the largest building in the Shire, larger than the hall of the Elvenking; if it had wanted to destroy Laketown all it would have had to do was sit down. The last of the gold that had concealed it cascaded off its scales and rang in beautiful harmony as it hit the rest - goodness, that really was a lot of gold, wasn’t it?

“Oh,” he said, again. “But. You’re only a baby.”

The baby reared back, affronted, and Bilbo took in the treasure hall properly for the first time.

It was. Such a lot of gold. And the hall was quite lovely, too, Thorin hadn’t been exaggerating. Bilbo could see that, now.

“You dare-” the infant began, and Bilbo wrenched his attention back to it. Priorities, Baggins, he scolded himself.

“I do, I do indeed,” said he, fixing the baby with his fiercest business look. “The way those dwarves were carrying on, you’d think you were Ancalagon the Black come again.”

“I - I am Smaug,” the infant said, as though Bilbo didn’t already know. Its agitation caused three showers of silver and a rain of jewelled fish. It was mesmerising, it truly was.

“Desolator of Dale! Destroyer of Dwarves! The Lord of the Lonely Mountain!”

“Yes, yes,” Bilbo said, flapping an impatient hand. “It’s all very impressive, I’m sure. Whatever can Gandalf have been thinking?” he muttered to himself. “The dwarves, I can understand; never make a fuss when a bother would do, but a wizard really ought to know better - “

“I am SMAUG,” the baby howled, rattling the pillars and shaking loose jewels from its encrusted hide. “Last of the great wyrms of the North!”

That got Bilbo’s attention. “Oh,” he said, again, “oh dearie me. No.”

“What do you mean, no-” 

“Goodness,” Bilbo said to himself, “is that mithril? And sapphires, how lovely.” He patted his pockets, looking for his pipe. “Now where did I put the -” oh, he’d lent his matches to, to Bofur, wasn’t it? Or maybe Balin? His memory wasn’t what it was. He stared at his pipe for a moment until the pipeweed smoldered and caught. He took a deep puff, satisfied, and it was at this point that the dragon attempted to eat him. 

“No,” said Bilbo, in a voice he hadn’t had to use since the last time he caught Lobelia reaching for the teaspoons; it was a whole choir of voices, the song of avalanches, command over majesty over power. The mountain quaked to the root. Outside, the last of the birds took flight.

Smaug froze.

“Well, really,” Bilbo said, aggravated beyond belief. He huffed angrily at his pipe for a few moments, the drifting smoke a sudden, sullen red. “What manners! No better than a Sackville-Baggins.”

The baby didn’t answer. Its eyes twitched above its still open jaw. 

“No respect,” said Bilbo. “None at all.”

He tucked his thumbs into his waistcoat pockets, the better to pace in a lecturing style.

 "As I was saying,” he began again, while above him the dragon moved not a muscle, not a scale. “I really had only intended to have a little look around. Get the lay of the land, so to speak. Maybe pick up that little white gem they all seem so het up about, what do they call it? The Arkenstone? Such a lot of fuss over one shiny rock, honestly. You'd think it were a silmaril, the way they carry on. I don't like to cause trouble," Bilbo said, turning back to the infant and treating it to his sternest glare. “But trying to eat me. Me! I ask you.”

His eyes were yellow. The pupils slitted.

“Anyone would think you were raised by wolves,” said Bilbo, around slowly elongating teeth. “It simply won’t do. I won’t have it.” 

He could feel the shadow of his wings stretching up the wall. Up, and up, and up.

“And besides,” he said, in a voice quite unlike his usual polite, hobbit-hole voice, “I haven’t had a meal worthy of the name in an age.”

                                                      * * * * *

The dwarves were all gathered round in anxious attention when Bilbo came back up out of the mountain. He tossed the Arkenstone to Thorin, who fumbled it in his shock and nearly dropped it.

"Well, there you have it, gentlemen," he said, and sat down on the thrush rock, the better to balance ankle on opposing knee and have a pipe.

He fished it out of his pocket and was patting down his jacket for the little pouch of longbottom leaf he'd been saving for just such an occasion, when he felt the gaze of thirteen sets of stunned dwarvish eyes.

"Problem?" he asked, looking up.

"What about the treasure?" said Fili.

"What about the dragon?" said  Kili.

"Oh, that," Bilbo said, turning his attention back to his pipe. When it was set just the way he liked it, he looked around for a light and Bofur struck a match for him on the side of the mountain. His eyes were wide as saucers. It didn’t suit him, but Bilbo was hardly going to say so. He wasn’t a savage.

"Yes," Balin said, spluttering, "that!"

"No dragon," Bilbo said, succinctly. "I checked quite thoroughly."

"No... no dragon?" Balin said. Thorin ignored all of this, staring at the Arkenstone as though it contained the wisdom of Durin and the secret of mithril and the light of the Two Trees all in one, which Bilbo tried to find amusing and not at all worrisome. He was quite full, thank you, and he’d never been fond of indigestion.

"Indeed, no dragon," Bilbo said, rather than think about that. "Must have got bored, or something. Wandered off. Can't imagine why, it's a lovely place."

This provoked a flurry of noise as the dwarves competed to be incredulous about the first and smug about the second to the greatest volume and length.

"In fact," Bilbo said, drawing in a breath and letting it out in a puff of smoke that twisted, fanged and reptilian, before dissolving into the dusk, "I rather think I'll stay."

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Holidays with Thorin's Co. // The Fellowship (Headcanons)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! This post is to show how grateful I am for my now 200 followers!! <3

It's insane to think how far I've come in less than a year!!

This list of headcanons was also made in hopes to comfort those that don't have the Holidays to spend with friends or family, because I promise there are :( The Company (slightly featuring the fellowship) is proud and more than delighted to be your family this year <3

(I made these as long and as gender neutral as I could, just so you all can savor the holidays for as long as possible 😊)

Happy Holidays My Lovelies! 💜💜

⚜ Happy Holidays ⚜

Your Holidays are very different and foreign to theirs, so it's up to you to introduce it to them 💜

And as Dwarves (and a hobbit) you know they have no problem throwing a great party full of food

It was decided (by Gandalf no less) to hold it in Bag End, since that where your first-ever meeting was, to begin with

And everyone was more than eager to listen to ideas and instructions to make this new holiday just perfect 🥰

Bag End smells of cinnamon and ale, wine and vanilla, and just a hint of the smoke floating from the fireplace

Bilbo, of course, you entrusted with the significant task of preparing most of the meals 🥰

with the helping hands of Ori, Bombur, and a low and behold, incredibly confused Thorin, trying his absolute hardest to be of his loves assistance 💜

*Thorin confusedly smacking the dough on its plate*

Bilbo - "oHnonoNO, Thorin, dear, that's not how you knead it! 😅"

Dori freaking the HELL out about the fancy napkins, and constantly chiding his younger brother for his blasted thievery

"Nori! Bless the Valar, get your filthy hands off of that cutlery!"

Dwarves scuttling in and out of the pantry to move food into the dining hall (and grab a few pre-meal snacks 😉)

Gandalf is wondering about Bag End, puffing his pipe and observing the merry gathering with a gentle smile

Any unlit candle that he sees, he lights with his fingers to pass the time 🕯️

And in the living room, Bofur is sitting near the hearth of Bag End's fireplace, and telling great tales of The Reclamation of Erebor to a teeny-tiny Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, eyes aglow with wonder and sitting cross-legged as they stare in wonder at his exaggerated movements and gestures 🥰

The two young halflings couldn't be more ecstatic about these great adventures, and the way their "Great Uncle Bofur" puffs on his pipe and whispers dramatically with the descriptions of Smaug the terrible

Just down the hall, Gloin and Fìli jest about his younger brothers unabashed staring at Tauriel, as she gently warms up to some of the other kind-hearted company gathered in the Hobbit Hole 🥴

Little Gimli stomping around with his wooden spear and being chased by a very energetic young Merry and Pippin

In the sitting room where Bofur continues his story, you've claimed a space with Dìs in the corner, both decorating a Fir tree that Bifur had dragged down from the mountains himself, with some makeshift ornaments contributed by the group 😊

They include...

A little wooden bear carved graciously by Bofur

Some painted leaves, crafted and garnished by Bilbo

A fine garland of precious jewels that Thorin was happy to contribute from his sacred treasure room 🥰

Some glorious stone trinkets shipped from the great city of Dale

A raven, emerald and gold, that took Dwalin months to create

A chess piece Nori had managed to snatch from Beorn's Barn years ago

Flower crowns, from Tauriel, a token of her welcoming to the family 🥺

A tiny little dagger that Fìli smithed just for the tree

And on the top, a star that Elrond gifted you with, a crystalline, glass shape that glinted acutely from the glow of a nearby fireplace

Dìs had practically taken you in as family since your first introductions, and she was more than happy to help with your tree

It was a sight to be marveled at, to say the least, earning gasps of astonishment as races all alike passes through the shared space

Pats on the back and compliments from all around the house

Balin assisting you with some of the trim, because he IS #2 GRANDPA (along with Gandalf ofc 😌)

Gandalf scolding Merry and Pippin for bumping into him as he tries to shuffle past him through a doorway

"Those two... They'll be trouble someday, im sure of it... 🙄"

After having previously explained the purpose of mistletoe, Kìli feels the need to drag Tauriel under every one that hangs in a round doorway, that sappy little dwarf 🥰

Snow in the Shire is exceptionally rare

So it was safe to say that shouts of excitement were heard from the small hobbits and little Gimli as they watched flakes flutter down from the sky

They all begged to go outside

Except for little Samwise, he asked very politely 😌

So, the dwarves and Bilbo agreed, layering up some of their massive, warm clothing so that the children were all stomping about with fluffy woolen layers

*Frodo bumping into the door, because Bofur's giant hat entirely covers his tiny head 🥰*

It's not much snow, but enough to stick to the ground and have the little ones squealing in excitement for a while

"Come on Auntie/Uncle Y/N!!"

Pippin and Merry trying to drag you out into the snow with them

You happily oblige of course, you wouldn't want to miss the hobbits first snow ☺

Kìli, Fìli, and Ori, join the four of you outside, already accustomed to the chilly weather (since they live in the mountains, this weather was hardly cold to them 💜)

And of course, what better way to teach the young ones about the wonders of snow than Kìli chucking a poor excuse of a snowball at your face

He's started a war that he won't finish

You are a GOD at throwing snowballs, Little known fact

And once you have all of the children fighting for your vengeance, there's no winning for the poor dwarrow

Small Gimli - "We'll avenge you, Lady//Sir Y/N!! Attack the filthy Orc! 😠"

Kìli - "😰"

Immediately, Kìli is pelted with hundreds of snowballs, and His elder brother reeling in the snow with Ori as he helplessly begs for assistance 😂

After a while, the halflings start to get a bit cold, and supper is ready, you all decide to head inside

Dinner was... excitable to say the least 😅

Bilbo having flashbacks of their first unexpected meeting in this very place...

*shudders*

Food is passed around, loud voices shouting and it all seems a bit overwhelming for Tauriel 😅

Shouts of merriment, drinking ale, singing

Food is being thrown, belching ensues

*Confused, slightly terrified Tauriel*

*Merry and Pippin having the best night of their lives-*

All the storytelling you could ever ask for 😌💜

The dwarves helping entertain the kids with their impressive cleanup and singing skills, that still makes Bilbo anxious

After supper, tired little Frodo and Sam crawling up into Auntie// Uncle Y/N's lap, full-bellied hobbits yawning and stretching with smiles on their faces ☺

Gimli and the cousins are still a bit rowdy afterward, and Gloin chases the three around to coax them from their energy high 😂

"Git back here, ya wee rascals!"

*Adorable squealing and laughing as they hide behind Auntie Dìs* 🥺

Eventually, the children settle down a bit, and everyone (who could fit) has gathered in the Living room are laughing with ale and wine and tea, sharing embarrassing stories from their childhood, and the great quest a few years prior 💜

Fìli - "I do NOT scream like a bloody woman! My voice just slipped, I swear!"

A very affluent feeling Thorin playing his harp for everyone in the living room

*Bilbo smiling like an idiot 🥴*

Eventually, you need to refill your ale, so Thorin hesitantly offers to take Frodo, and Tauriel, Sam

Little do you know, the two hobbit cousins seem to be planning something as you get up 👀

A little Pippin pulls on your sleeve asking for help with something as you stand in the kitchen and drags you down along the hallway as best as he can 🥺

And through the next doorway appears Merry, tugging a very confused Fìli right along with him

They seem to be headed towards each other...

To an empty doorway...

Where a mistletoe hangs 💜

*nervous sweating* 😳

Somehow, these what... 20 lb? Hobbit children shove the both of you into each other under this blessed greenery

"Come on then Uncle Fìli, give them a kiss!" *kissy faces* 😇

"Its only fair! They saved you from the dreaded Azog!" *attempted eyebrow wiggle* 😏

Fìli is clearly flustered, but you're sure it's not as bad as you since he's playing off his blush with a raised brow as he stares up

The cousins shove you even closer together, chests pressed together and eyes wide open...

Finally, with a shrug, Fìli lifts himself up on his toes and places a chaste kiss against your lips 💜

Kìli, from the other room -"AYE! AMAD, THEY'RE SNOGGING!" 😂

Both very flustered, the two of you join everyone back in the sitting room, a Hobbit in each pair of arms 🥰

You lean against the doorway, Pippin snuggled into your side, and Fìli takes a seat next to his brother

Thorin continues to play his harp, but not without a pointed look towards his blonde nephew

Frodo and Sam are in a deep sleep, curled up against each other on Gandalf's lap as he sits in an undersized armchair 💜

Ori sits in the corner, next to his older brothers, and nose shoved in his sketchbook, occasionally peering up at the be magnificent fir tree that you'd trimmed 😊

Bifur explains to Dìs the art of hunting rabbits in khuzdul, as she responds just as ecstatically

And a cheeky looking grin from Fìli, across the room 🥴

Looking around this space, filled with kind faces, warm laughter, and complete adoration

You just know

All you need is right here in front of you

And you couldn't ask for anything more <3

⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸⚜🔸

Happy Holidays

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Ty :)

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

The Kings of Middle Earth - Thranduil | Thorin | Bard

pairing: Thorin x reader, Bard x reader, Thranduil x reader | gender neutral! btw lol

wordcount: i was too lazy to check

triggerwarnings: there's two sentences with gen z exaggeration indicating suicide, and i just want to say that this is not meant to in any way downplay suicide and suicidal thoughts. please don't take it seriously. if you have to fight those thoughts yourself, remember that there's telephone numbers and websites where you can ask for help

here are three gifs because christmas. 

no im lying its because google wouldnt give me one of all three of them in one so i had to do them separately. 

stan my kings or come die at their hands,, because you will, i dont make the rules- i’d say “or come die at my hands” but thats very unrealistic tbh, i wouldnt be half as good at fighting as them and also they can look out for themselves very well. mostly. partly. what im tryna say is fuck you if you dont like them 

Being ambassador was fine. Usually. Fine when there weren’t three grown men, kings at that, gushing and fighting over you like teenage boys. And the fact that your family had mixed to the point where you had all their kin’s blood flowing through your veins - which had really got you this position in the first place, seeming like a good idea at the time and a very questionable one now - made it a ton worse. You had been fairly sure that you could play some kind of helpful role in the negotiations after this war, but all you had got yourself into was a mess that rather ensued another one instead of solving the first. In a way you were naively proud of it, flustered and bemused and all giddy because of it, but far more than that were you annoyed. They got on your nerves all the time and made your job so, so much more complicated than it had to be and than it initially had sounded like. 

Today had been especially exhausting to say the least. Normally you ignored their behaviour, dismissed all they said that had nothing to do with negotiations, and quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could stop you. You didn’t quite know either why you were so disinclined to spend more time than necessary with them - certainly every other person in your place would enjoy it far more. But today of all days you were in no mood for another of those meetings, for negotiation and talk of war and their tiring attempts at snatching your attention away from the parchment you always had draped over your lap. You’d woken up in a bad mood already, then spilled your breakfast on your newly put on clothing and had to change it. Your horse seemed to be in the same kind of gloomy state you were in, because the second you’d slipped into the saddle it had thrown you right off again. Luckily it wasn’t a rainy day at least, so you’d only fallen onto grass and dirt and not mud to stain your shirt again. 

You lived in a little house in Dale at the moment, one of those that was safe enough to sleep in without being crushed by a breaking ceiling. That really would’ve fit your mood though. Thorin had offered you chambers in the mountain, Bard and Thranduil had offered you one of their tents, but you’d declined both and declared that you’d gladly stay on your own down there in a house far enough away from all three of them that you didn’t have to see none of them even when you rode up to the mountain when there was a meeting to attend to. Because they did usually happen in the mountain. Only rarely did Thorin come to Dale, and then only when the two other kings had complained so badly about their rides that he had no other choice but to offer a meeting in their tent. Because he was certainly not about to offer chambers to them. And they would not have accepted anyway, neither of them, for very different reasons. 

“Are you even listening?” 

The pen you’d been holding slipped, drew a dark, black line down the parchment and fell to the ground with a thud. You cursed as you bent down and reached for it before surveying the damage it had done - this was one piece of parchment you would surely not be using further. 

“I was, in fact, not”, you muttered, crumpling it in your hand and throwing it to the corner of the room - where you would absolutely have to go pick it up again once you were done, but couldn’t bother thinking about now. You’d been gloomily, silently sitting in your chair, staring at the parchment and your pen and not listening to anything the three of them had said. It was a wonder they spoke without your assistance anyway. Now you looked up to behold the mostly bemused face of Thranduil and the somehow a mix between worried and amused expressions of the other two. You straightened your back, ran one hand through your hair and tilted your head to the side a bit. 

You might have been in the presence of three kings, but you certainly were not going to act like someone had shoved a stick up your ass, especially not after three months, three months!, of these ridiculous negotiations that could have been settled after one. And, despite the utter respect both Thorin and Thranduil were used to being shown, none of them had once commented on your less royally-fit behaviour. You were you, and the kings were also just men, with emotions and thoughts the same way you had them, so there really was no need to play the cowering animal. Yes, they had done great things, yes, they had a ton of influence, yes, they could probably have you executed or thrown into a cell in a matter of minutes, but they were not god-like beings that you should fear. Really, who could actually be afraid of these three absolute, jealous idiots? 

So you leaned back in your chair and stretched your legs out on the stone floor. “I seem to have missed the entirety of the conversation, though I do have to admit I’m shocked there was one at all.” 

Thranduil, who was in the chair opposite you which he’d claimed his ever since the first meeting, smiled, and it was a soft smile that you couldn’t help but return. If any of them were to be feared, it was him - but not by you, not when that lovely smile was so often directed at you, not when there lay something beautiful in his gaze that you could always spot when he was looking at you. 

But it was Thorin who replied, and you tore your eyes away from the elf and towards the dwarf, who sat, of course, at the head of the table, lounging in his chair that was just slightly bigger and slightly more decorated than the others were. He was as proud as Thranduil was, but this was his home after all, and so he had all the potential to show it. Not that you minded - it was never his behaviour that was affected by it, not around you at least, it was pride for his people, pride for his kin, just the same way you knew Thranduil had it, too. It was strange how much the two had in common, though it led more to argument and difference than similarity. 

“What is it that is on your mind so much you cannot pay attention to the one talk that happens without you?” 

He was grinning a bit, though he tried his best to hide it. You did not - you laughed out loud without restraint, actually laughed for the first time today. As much as you cursed the lot of them, you loved them too, for they could cheer you up in a matter of seconds and have come close enough for you to throw away all reason more than once. You knew that if you were not here for work, you would not have denied them your blush and giggle and become as lovesick as you sometimes felt you wanted to be and had never been. 

“Horrible morning, I have to be honest with you. But - The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid”, you quoted with the ghost of a smile on your face. “Thinking makes age a quick thing and beauty lingers only in youth. I don’t like losing all sense of reality, so I do dearly apologise.” You chuckled quietly as Thorin raised his eyebrows, looking only a little bewildered. 

“Because we never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty, becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.” You laughed, almost snorting as you beheld the face of utter confusion and perplexity of the dwarven king. “It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place.”

You turned your head back only to see that Thranduil had raised his eyebrows all the same, and Bard was smiling faintly, eyes fixed so piercingly just on you that for one second you had to blink. It was no predatory gaze, no stare that could have made you uncomfortable, yet he seemed as though he could read you like an open book, and you had to admit you’d thought more than once that he knew you well without actually knowing you well. It was strange in itself that you were in this situation, kings so alike and different all the same, and while they took the same interest in you for whatever reason that you could not tell, they looked at you and spoke with you so uniquely that sometimes you wondered how they all held the same title. 

“It’s a wonderful little book, one of my beloved favourites, but hauntingly real in a way that left me breathless upon first reading and still does whenever I open it, though now I can recite half of it”, you explained, rolling the remaining parchment in your lap to make it a scroll and putting it onto the table together with the pen, not believing that you had been here for hours and written down two sentences collectively, which now were gone as well, for you had crumpled them and thrown them away. You were well aware that you were not here to speak about books you enjoyed, and had someone told you half a year ago that you would care so little that it were three kings you would open up to so easily, you would have laughed at them. 

“I don’t remember ever having read anything like it.” 

You tilted your head to the side and looked at Thranduil, knowing well that the small smirk on his face was a mirror of your own, but only bothering to consider it for the sake of Thorin’s scowl you could see even out of the corner of your eye. It had become normal at this point, even though you still checked twice when it were not the elf nor the dwarf, but the human king, who was usually, though more expressive than Thranduil, less likely to show jealousy, jealousy of all things!, like that. 

“I would have been shocked”, you admitted. “It’s human literature - the kind that no one reads anymore, I would have been surprised even if Bard had recognised it. But he does not strike me as the type who owns too many books anyway. Or do you?” You turned your head to look at Bard once again, ignoring wholly the way the elf tensed. You liked the three of them, but you simply could not bring yourself to be less annoyed by the constant competition about you. You, of all people. What reason was there for you to be fought over? By kings, dear god! No matter how much you did not want to consider their titles, there was life to be lived, people to be tended to, courts and lords and ladies to be satisfied - indeed, as much as you did not want to worry about it, as much as you did not want to see them in that way, they were kings, after all, and you were no ruler, not even born royal, and certainly not suited for a crown, even if it was one won in battle the way Bard had. 

Your expression fell once more today, and you slumped back into the chair, barely noting the shake of his head and the answer he readied himself to give turning into silence as he frowned. Of course it was today that you managed to also pull yourself down further. Hadn’t they just managed to cheer you up? And hadn’t you recited about how horrendously thoughts could poison the own mind a literal second ago? 

“What is it?”, Bard asked. You couldn’t bear the sheer worry that was laced with the simple question, about to crush your very skull. What had you got yourself into this time? Three kings, three charming kings, each so wonderful and wondrous in their own way, and somehow you were stuck in the middle of it all and toying not only with them but yourself, knowing fully well that there was no future for any of it, no matter a decision or none. You couldn’t rule a kingdom even if their interest were to be serious, and certainly you could not rule three. You pushed yourself out of your chair, ignoring completely the pairs of eyes that bore into yours. 

“Excuse me”, you said through gritted teeth, dragging your gaze to the ground and, just to busy yourself, pulling the cloth you used as a hair tie from your wrist and prodding your mane with it, trying to make it into some kind of presentable bun while taking three steps collectively before you were stopped. 

“I- We will not.” Thorin blocked your path with an arm to your waist, and you looked at him despite yourself, instinct taking over. All of this was shit. All of it was hell, and you had run right into the arms of trouble once again, just as you had always done, your whole life. For once you were happy, and after all it was just an illusion anyway, just a moment, something with only present and neither past nor future. It was definitely the wrong decision to lift your gaze though, because the second you saw the expression on the dwarf’s face, you were inclined to either throw yourself into his arms or off a balcony. Never before had anyone looked at you with as much care, as much tenderness and worry as these three kings did, and you could not keep it, not a single one of them. Though at this point you were not sure if you could and if you even wanted to decide if you had to, which you would not, because this thing was nothing but the blink of an eye for them, nothing serious, even if it was real. 

“You will tell us what is wrong”, Thranduil demanded, though... it was as much order as it was plea. A king speaking and a lover asking. Perhaps the throwing off a balcony idea was one you could actually make use of. It took all your willpower, all your concentration and determination, but you turned around slowly, did not whisk and jump over. the table and neither did you cry. You would not. This was work for you, negotiations for them... they were kings, you would not behave like a two year old in front of them, though you felt like one. And you knew just as well that you would crawl before them and beg if it came down to it, the stars knew for what. 

Thranduil's lips were a thin line, his stare as icy as it was soft, and you could not even bring yourself to wish you had never come to this war, because... as stupid as it was, you were more, far more than happy that for once there was someone who cared, that there was someone you did not mind being just yourself around, who teased and joked and still accepted all that you were. It was not your and not their fault that they were kings. 

“I’ve had a bad morning”, you repeated again, and indeed it was true- just not the whole truth now. Though the elf’s gaze softened, and Thorin to your left grabbed for your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance - which was so unbelievably unusual in itself that you had to look down at your intertwined hands and brush your thumb over his skin in amazement. Thranduil did scoff this time, but the way your face lit up made up for it. He watched, not without the hint of a smile, your eyes widen and some of the life returning to your cheeks. Some of the heat, too. You hid it well normally, but never good enough, always just so much that they all still noticed it, and now that you made no point at all trying to conceal it, he found himself enamoured by it, wishing that it was him and not the dwarf who caused it, but content regardless, and promising himself that he would have you blush far more often in the future. 

“But it is more than that.” You turned around once again to look at Bard, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from your bun. You nodded, perhaps more gravely than before, which had Thorin strengthening his grip on your hand. Like a desperate man, you thought, and it brought a bit of a smile back to your face, if only for a second. Who cared that these men were king? Who cared that they had a crown and a title? Who cared? For in this moment, you decided that you did not. And it was a burden that fell from your shoulders, one that you had only subconsciously acknowledged, one that you’d ignored the way you’d ignored all that was too far from the topic of war and negotiation. They were here, they were right here right now with you, and there lay fondness and genuine interest in all their gazes, and everyone could go to hell if you could not savour that. If this were to end in heartbreak, then so it be, and as long as it did not, you would enjoy the present that this one was. Enjoy the interest of not one, but three kings, in such a person as you, of no name and no influence, with no promises and no obligations.

“Perhaps”, you said, and the corners of your lips tugged up. How ridiculous everything was, and how little you were to care for it. “Or perhaps not anymore.” 

[legolaslovely]

Big Day

A/N: Here’s one I’ve been working on for a little while. I hope you enjoy! Happy Fíli Friday! 

Pairing: Fíli x Fem!Human!Reader

Word Count: 6,168 (multi-scened)

Warnings: fluff, little bit of angst, talk of broken engagements/break ups

Summary: (Y/N) was the only human to join Thorin’s company when he wanted to reclaim Erebor. It was during the quest that she grew close to the dwarves, especially Fíli and Kíli. After fighting in the successful Battle of the Five Armies, however, (Y/N) returned home to her human village, leaving the rest of the company in Erebor to rebuild their kingdom and their lives. She doesn't visit Erebor again until seven years later...

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Today was a big day for Fíli. 

And Kíli was ruining it.

His little twerp of a brother had burst into his chambers an hour ago and had been sitting in Fíli’s desk chair ever since he arrived. He was precariously balanced in the seat of the chair, legs thrown over one of its arms and his back leaning on the other. It was really only a matter of time until the old chair shattered into pieces. 

     “You know that chair is double your age, Kíli. Maybe even triple.”

Kíli stretched back on the arm, making the wood creak. “I think you’re exaggerating.”

     “You’re going to break it,” Fíli said.

     “It’ll be fine, brother. Stop worrying.”

Fíli sent one last glare at him through the mirror he was facing and turned his attention back to his reflection. The embroidery on his tunic refused to lay flat against his chest. Instead, it bowed and wrinkled no matter how he smooshed the fabric down.

     “Why don’t you ask one of the tailors to fix that for you,” Kíli said. “I think Buck is right downstairs.”

Fíli didn’t have time for that. Though he knew it was fruitless, he smoothed the bumps one last time. The moment he removed his hand from the tunic, the embroidery popped up again.

     “What did you do to it, anyway?” Kíli asked. “It looks terrible. Sloppy and-”

Fíli whirled to face his brother. “Is there a reason you’re in my chambers this morning? Or is it just to aggravate me?”

Kíli smiled like an angel. “I’m here to support you, brother. This is a big day for you.”

     “Nonsense,” Fíli said, taking off the offending tunic and looking at the stitching on the inside of it. “It’s a completely ordinary day.”

Kíli stood and snatched the tunic from Fíli. “(Y/N) returning to the mountain is nothing ordinary.”

     “You’re right. It’s an honor for her to make the journey and visit the kingdom she had a hand in saving-”

     “Oh, don’t downplay it. You must be shaking in your boots at the thought of seeing her again.”

Fíli searched through his drawers for something else that was suitable to wear. He didn’t look at Kíli as he said, “Why would you think that? (Y/N) and I are good friends. I am nothing but excited to see her-”

     “-And profess your undying love for her.”

Fíli turned so fast the beads at the end of his braids smacked his cheeks. “What in Mahal’s name are you talking about?”

     “Don’t lie, Fíli. It doesn’t become you,” Kíli grinned.

Fíli slammed his drawer closed with a force that made the wall behind it shudder. 

     “I know that’s why you’ve been so on edge this week!” Kíli cried, holding out Fíli’s tunic as a shield. “And that’s why you just about walk on air whenever you receive a letter from her. And why you need to wear this tunic today! Because she had it made for you and you haven’t had the guts to wear it since she left. Instead you just stare at it hanging there in your wardrobe.”

     “I wore it.”

     “Not since she returned to her family. Which is why it won’t sit right on you. It’s practically new!”

Kíli leapt over Fíli’s bed, dancing on the furs until he landed on the other side with a thump.

Fíli reached for him and demanded his tunic back.

     “Not yet,” Kíli said. “We have to fix this. She has to think you’ve worn it often and thought about her just as much so your confession doesn’t come out of nowhere-”

     “Shut up, Kíli. Mind your own business.”

     “No!” Kíli shouted. He poured some water out of a glass and over the chest of the tunic before hanging it in the doorway between Fíli’s bedroom and his study. There had always been a draft there.

     “I won’t stand aside and let you screw this up again,” Kíli said.

     “Again? What do you mean, again? She’s in love with someone else!”

     “Not anymore! We both know their engagement was called off over a year ago!”

Fíli sat on the bed with a plop and sighed. When Kíli joined him, shimmying into the furs, the bed’s frame creaked.

     “She sends letters to me too, you know,” Kíli said.

When Fíli invited (Y/N) to visit Erebor again, he didn’t predict that he’d be quite this emotional about her arrival. Previously, he’d only thought about her trip- what paths she’d take on the journey, which inns or camps she could rest at when needed, what type of weather she could expect on the way. He’d even offered to meet her halfway so she wouldn’t have to travel alone through the most barren lands of the trip.

Now, however, as her arrival neared, he’d been making himself sick with worry and anticipation. Instead of sleeping, he spent the night before eating his way through an entire container of ice cream in the kitchens. 

     “I’ve never seen you fret this much,” Kíli said.

     “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her. A lot has changed since the quest for the mountain.”

Kíli hummed. “You’re a lot cleaner than you were then.”

Fíli finally laughed. Just a snort, but it made Kíli feel relieved.

     “She was supposed to marry that human. She didn’t tell me much about what happened- how it ended. She must have been heartbroken.”

Kíli put his arm over his brother’s shoulders. “She needs you, Fee.”

     “She needs both of us,” he said, patting Kíli’s knee. “The whole company. This trip was meant to cheer her up some, get her into a new space. That’s our job for now.”

Kíli stood and took Fíli’s tunic down from the doorway, feeling the fabric. Then he tossed it onto the bed. “Try it now.”

Fíli slid into it and walked to the large mirror by his desk. The tunic now rested perfectly flat against his chest. He tried not to think about the way (Y/N) used to pat him there whenever he made her laugh.

     “There you go, a perfect shirt to match those perfect braids,” Kíli said with waggling brows. “How many times did you have to redo those this morning?”

Fíli scoffed. “You don’t wanna know.”

Even Kíli’s loud laughing reply couldn’t drown out the sudden horn that echoed through the royal chambers on the top floor of the mountain.

     “She’s here,” Fíli said.

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By the time Fíli reached the entrance to the mountain, he was out of breath. He and Kíli had practically run through the corridors and down the stairs and when Kíli tripped, Fíli left him behind.

     “Wait!” Kíli called before Fíli could continue to sprint through the grand entrance hall and make a less than elegant first appearance. “Fíli, wait!”

     “What?”

     “Catch your breath, brother,” he said, inhaling deeply himself. As he straightened Fíli’s tunic, he said, “This is the first time she’s seen you in seven years-”

     “Thanks for the reminder-”

     “You wouldn’t want to look all disheveled for the big reunion.”

Fíli smoothed over the embroidery on his chest, despite it laying perfectly flat after Kíli’s treatment. Through the fabric, he could feel his heart beating furiously. He didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted to see her,

     “Lead the way, brother,” he said.

The entrance hall of Erebor had the tallest ceilings in the mountain, save for those in the throne room. The torches on the wall were always lit, so no matter the time of day, every corner of the room was washed in light that flowed up the thick, decorative pillars and arched over the intricately carved ceiling. 

Now, however, in the middle of the afternoon, sunlight barged through the open doors of the room, framing a particularly tall visitor who stood a head above the rest of the company that came to greet her. Her smile, like the sun behind her, was blinding.

     “Ah,” Thorin’s voice echoed over the hard floor of the hall. “There are my nephews. Late, as usual.”

It was then Kíli broke into a skip towards (Y/N). “Not always, Uncle! I seem to remember a time when you were the last to arrive at a certain hobbit hole.”

     “That happened once-”

     “(Y/N!)” Kíli cried when he reached her. With no regard to the time that had passed between them, he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around until she, a deadly and dangerous human warrior, squealed in delight.

     “Kíli! Put me down before my daggers fly out of my bandolier- thank you,” she said once her feet touched the ground. Then she hugged him again, this time very tightly. Fíli barely heard her whisper, “I missed you,” as she pressed her face into Kíli’s hair.

     “We missed you too,” Kíli said, stepping away from (Y/N) and looking back to Fíli, who was still making his way across the floor. He felt as if his boots were sinking into dry sand with each step toward her.

And when she looked at him, he sank further, unable to move any closer.

(Y/N), however, had no problem coming to him. In fact, by the time she’d crossed half of the space between them, she was running to him.

She was running to him.

He reached out to her and caught her as she landed before him, in his arms. She said his name, her breath hot on his neck where she’d tucked her face against him. He cupped the back of her head and held her, determined not to let her go this time.

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There would be a ball for her the next night, a celebration for a hero’s return. This night though, to respect the weariness of a traveler, there would be a small, simple dinner with the company. 

     “Small?” (Y/N) said when Fíli told her about the supper. “Knowing the dwarves in this mountain, any dinner will go into the wee hours of the morning and we’ll empty at least five kegs of dwarven ale.”

     “Seven kegs with you around,” was all Fíli said in return, making her smile at him as she used to.

Hours later, Fíli stood outside the rooms he had led (Y/N) to when she arrived. He stared at the door, studying the grooves and patterns in the wood, reminding himself to have the smith come and polish the hinges, wondering if it was too early to knock or if (Y/N) had already left for dinner with Kíli.

His latter question was answered when he heard her voice through the door. She was humming. He recognized the tune as a popular one among humans. With less shame than he should have felt, he leaned his shoulder against the door frame and tilted his ear toward her room and listened. 

This was the voice he fell for. It was strong and could belt out a battle cry that rivaled an orc’s, but also excelled at being so tender, it could bring a tear to a listener’s eye. Fíli had to be careful her song didn’t do just that.

So he knocked on the door.

It only took her a moment to open it to him and when she saw him, she grinned. “Fíli,” she said, soft as her song, “Please, come in. I’m almost ready.” 

Once he stepped inside, she closed the door behind him. The air in the room seemed thick as they stood alone together for the first time in so many years. As if she too noticed, she turned back to the large mirror beside the bed.

As she slid some last pins into her hair, however, Fíli caught her looking at him through the mirror. If he wasn’t so surprised by her actions, he would have teased her for looking at him with such interest. As if he were something new and fascinating to her.

He burned as her gaze traveled from his eyes, to his hair, and down his shoulders and chest. It was so innocent, as if she was checking to see if he was the same dwarf she knew. And yet, Fíli felt fire running through his veins. 

     “I recognize that tunic,” she said, pulling him back to the moment. “It looks just as lovely on you now as it did then. But I suppose that’s only because you’re just as handsome.”

     “And you are just as beautiful, if not even more so,” he said, meeting her at the mirror.

She gave a happy hum. “Thank you, Fíli.”

He took her chin and turned her face to him. “Who knew it was so easy to make a warrior blush?”

     “Oh, you say that like you’ve never done it before.” She waved him away and pressed the back of her fingers to her cheek to cool the heated skin. Still, her smile grew ever wider with every second Fíli spent looking at her.

He pushed his luck and took another small step toward her, catching her eye as she ducked away. She caught him though, and gave him a shove. 

     “Enough of your teasing. We’ll be late for supper.”

     “I have one more thing before we go,” he said, taking her hand before she could walk toward the door. He pulled a small bag out of his pocket, one that had been a weighted reminder since he left his own chambers that evening. 

He opened the bag and lifted her surprise by its chain.

     “Fíli, it’s beautiful,” she said when her gift was fully revealed.

He didn’t have it in him to tell her that he’d had the necklace for years. That he’d seen it at the market and it made him think of her and he’d kept it in the pocket of the tunic she’d given him, hoping they would meet again one day so he could give it to her. 

So he asked, “Do you like it?”

As he held onto the chain, she lifted her hand to hold the stone on the end of the necklace. “I love it. It’s gorgeous, Fíli. Thank you so much.”

She hugged him and kissed his cheek and he returned the affection with fervor. He held the necklace in his fist- he knew she would love it, knew it was meant for her- and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

     “I’m glad you’re here,” he said into her hair.

     “Me too.”

They parted just enough to look at the other’s face, to look into their eyes. Fíli’s large hands framed her cheeks, making her look so small in front of him.

     “(Y/N), you always have a home here. A family.”

     “I know.” Tears welled in her eyes. “That’s why I accepted your invitation so quickly after you sent it. I had to see you.”

Then there was a harsh knock on the door that made both warriors jump.

     “(Y/N)! It’s Kíli!”

She reached up and pulled Fíli’s hands from her face. She squeezed them before leaving him to answer the door. 

     “Hi Kíli.”

     “Thorin sent me to get you. I thought Fíli would have come to walk you to dinner, but I- oh.”

Kíli stopped speaking when (Y/N) stepped aside to reveal Fíli, who was still standing deep in her chambers. 

     “He beat you to it,” (Y/N) said. “But we were just about to head down to the hall.”

Kíli gave a smile that was more like a grimace and dug his toes into the floor as if readying himself for takeoff. “I will leave you two, then. But then again, Uncle wouldn’t be too thrilled if I returned to the hall without you so… but I can just-”

     “Kee,” Fíli said. “If you don’t mind waiting in the corridor for a moment, we can all walk down to dinner together.”

Kíli sprung up like a bunny, grabbed the doorknob and closed himself out in the hallway as he said, “Oh, yeah, fine. No problem. Take your time. No rush.”

When the door clicked shut, (Y/N) spun back to Fíli on her toes. “I told you we were going to be late.”

     “You’re not growing afraid of Thorin in your old age, now, are you?”

Her mouth fell open in surprise. But then her smirk grew. “And you’re how old now?”

     “You don’t need to know.”

     “A hundred and-”

     “No!”

     “Ninety...”

He took her hand and pulled her to him. “Now you’re just insulting me.”

     “You started it,” she laughed, poking his chest. “But I believe you were just about to help me put on that beautiful necklace before we were interrupted.”

He followed her to the mirror, standing behind her and untangling the chain. “Are you actually asking me for my help? Seven years ago you would have never done such a thing.”

     “Just because I ask for help, doesn’t mean I need it. I would just like it.”

Their eyes met in the mirror and the teasing stopped. The air in the room hung heavily over them once again as he lifted the necklace above her head, standing close enough to her that his chest brushed against her back. She then pulled her hair to the side, leaving her shoulders and neck bare for him. The light scent on her skin traveled up to his nose and he couldn’t help but breathe her in while he had the chance. He took his time clasping the necklace and laying the cool chain on her skin before returning her hair to where it naturally fell over her shoulders. It was so soft in his hands as he took an extra moment to run his fingers through the ends.

When she shivered at his touch, he met her eyes once more in the mirror before she turned around to face him.

     “We’ll talk more after supper?” she asked.

     “Anything you want.”

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Fíli sat at the head of the table opposite Thorin. He wasn’t surprised when Kíli automatically sat to his right, but a jolt of adrenaline did rush through him when he saw how the other dwarves left a seat for (Y/N) just to his left. Dread bubbled in his gut- did they know? Did everyone know of his feelings for (Y/N)?

He felt as though he was the entertainment for the evening until (Y/N) laid a hand on his.

     “I know as the visitor I’m meant to sit next to Thorin, but I asked for his permission to sit with you two this evening. I hope that’s okay.”

     “We wouldn’t want it any other way, right Fíli?” Kíli asked as he flapped his napkin through the air before placing it in his lap.

She was waiting for his answer. But all Fíli could think about was the fact that she looked nervous. This human woman who battled wargs and orcs with deadly skill and bested even Bilbo in his word games- she was biting the inside of her cheek and her palm was clammy on his own.

     “Is that all right, Fíli?” she asked.

     “Of course.”

With that, she sat, pulling her seat even closer to Fíli’s. It was a crowded table, it wasn’t an action out of the normal, but he noticed it. He also saw something in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. So he took her hand under the table and smiled when he saw some of the tension leave her shoulders at his touch.

That absence of stress didn’t last long.

     “(Y/N)! Tell us what you’ve been up to these past years, lass,” Dwalin yelled across the long table.

She snapped to attention at his call and yet her response was concise and none too personal. Nothing like the letters she’s previously sent to Fíli. She only gave headlines and highlights before passing the conversation back to Thorin, asking him about the process of rebuilding his kingdom. 

It was as if she’d rehearsed it all. 

Though the king could talk about his plans for Erebor for hours on end, he was interrupted before he could even begin.

     “Wait a minute, dearie,” said Bofur. “What about that man you were with? You haven’t told us anything about him yet.”

     “That’s right!” 

     “I remember now- a good man.”

     “Any children yet, lass?”

     “-Little blessings, they are-”

     “No,” (Y/N) said. 

At the word, the only sound left in the room was that of a spoon falling onto a platter.

     “We never married. Our engagement was called off, actually.”

Though she was the tallest of all of them, the strongest female any of them had known, so full of fun and intelligence and color, she looked small now. Pale.

     “His loss,” Kíli said.

     “Indeed,” Fíli followed, his chest caving in as she looked up at him. He quickly continued, “But enough of the past. Let’s talk of the future. Only yesterday Thorin was telling me of his plans for the future of mining in Erebor. Please, Uncle, tell us more.”

All heads dutifully turned to the other side of the table and mercifully, Thorin dove into his explanation. 

When a server came to fill Kíli’s mug with ale, Fíli leaned to him.

     “Please bring the dessert out now,” he said. 

As the dwarf left, he turned to (Y/N). “We had your favorite prepared.”

She smiled. “That’s very thoughtful, thank you.”

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Fíli was right. By the time the dinner was over, seven whole kegs had been emptied. Most of Thorin’s company spent a fair amount of time belching in their seats and cheering on old stories of exaggerated triumphs before rolling across the floor and bidding (Y/N) farewell until the celebration that would be held in her honor the next night.

The three at the far end of the table, however, stuck to non alcoholic beverages, choosing to indulge in their own fond memories of their travels and (Y/N)’s favorite desserts. They did, in fact, steal an entire platter for themselves. 

Thorin was the last of the slightly inebriated to make his way over to (Y/N). Standing on a tilted axis, he took her hand and thanked her for making the trip to Erebor. “We’re happy to have you here, my dear. Sleep well.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were wide when the door to the hall closed behind him. “Have I ever seen your uncle drunk?” she asked Fíli and Kíli.

     “I don’t think I have ever seen my uncle drunk,” Kíli said.

Fíli chuckled, popping one of the last sweets into his mouth. “He usually hides it better than that.”

     “Then we’ll be sure to tease him about his display in the morning,” Kíli said with a wicked grin. Then he turned to (Y/N), kissing her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N). But I must give you fair warning that it has become my sole goal to get you rip roaring drunk at your own ball.” He winked.

     “Challenge accepted.”

Kíli clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder as he exited the hall, leaving (Y/N) and Fíli alone in the room that was now only lit by a few lonely candles and a low fire in the corner. Even the night’s servers had left for the evening, all the dishes and cloths cleaned, the chairs pushed in, the whole wing of the mountain almost silent. 

     “I thought you would have learned by now,” Fíli said. “You should never accept one of Kíli’s challenges.”

     “Ye of so little faith.”

She was calm in his presence. More herself- the woman that he knew. She had aged a little in the seven years they’d spent apart. It always surprised him how quickly humans changed compared to himself. Next to her, he was practically frozen in time. He noticed it that morning in the entrance hall- the extra length on her hair and the way its color had lost some of its shine. She even styled it in a more mature fashion. On the journey, it was always pulled into a messy braid that fell out by the end of the day, making him dream of weaving it again himself for her every morning. Now it was pinned back from her temples while the length of it fell flat against her back. There was still room for a nice courting braid or one of marriage-

     “After all this time you still haven’t learned the art of discretion,” she said.

     “What?”

     “You’re staring,” she said with a wicked smile. There were endearing little lines around her eyes. He noticed them at dinner when she laughed at all of Kíli’s jokes, even the ones that weren’t funny.

     “Only repaying you for all the time you spent watching me tonight,” he said coolly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

She walked past him, making her way to the two cushioned seats in front of the fireplace. She leaned to his ear as she went and said, “And here I thought you just found me pretty.” She looked over her shoulder and watched him gape.

     “You know I find you more than pretty.”

     “Then come sit with me.”

The chairs were initially set up to flank the proscenium of the large fireplace, but they were quickly moved together to the center of the flames. By the time the two friends sat down, the wooden arms were pressed flush against each other, as were their own.

When she was settled enough for it, (Y/N) heaved a sigh and dramatically leaned her head back to rest on the chair. “Well, I can honestly say, that dinner wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

Fíli chuckled. “Dwarves may be a very private people, but when it comes to others, we can be very nosy.”

     “I’ve noticed,” (Y/N) said, tilting her head towards Fíli. Despite her words, she wore a wide, appreciative smile. 

     “You know how much they care about you,” Fíli said.

     “Yes, I do.”

The back of his hand brushed against hers before he interlaced their fingers. “And you know how much I care about you.”

She sat up at that. 

Fíli’s heart was pounding in his chest and he felt as sick as he did after eating that bucket of ice cream the previous night. But somehow, with her sitting beside him so closely, this was both better and worse for him.

     “Don’t you?” he asked.

     “One can never be too sure when… when things are left unspoken. But I know what I’ve wished for over the past seven years. Even throughout my engagement.” She held onto him like a life raft as if she were stranded in a sea of shame.

     “Tell me, (Y/N),” he said.

She could only whisper. “You say it first.”

The flames crackled in the fireplace as if they too wanted to be a part of the conversation. Fíli couldn’t decide if they were condemning him for his feelings or cheering him on, encouraging him to confess. 

As he looked at (Y/N) now, he didn’t see someone from a different way of life who left his side seven years ago. He saw the woman he fell in love with on the quest and realized she too seemed frozen in time, as if the fates were giving him another chance to risk his heart. 

He saw the hope in her eyes as well and it was that glow that convinced him, maybe this wasn’t a risk at all. 

     “I love you, (Y/N),” he said. “I’ve always loved you.”

He thought it would have been harder to say. But it was easy.

     “I love you,” he said again.

She looked at him, a watery line of tears filling her eyes. “Me too. I love you too.” 

The world seemed to spin twice as fast under Fíli’s feet. Her words repeated in his head and her voice brought relief in waves that could have drowned him if not for her smile and her warm touch on his face as she held his cheeks and smoothed his hair.

She sniffed and laughed, her voice thick. “It doesn’t feel like that many years have passed, does it? You’re the same. I-I thought we would have to get to know each other again, but you’re the same as you were then, aren’t you?”

He wiped the tears from her face and she leaned into his hands. Before he too fell prey to his emotions, he said, “Tell me what happened, (Y/N). I thought you loved your fiance. I would have never let you go back to him if I knew otherwise-”

     “I did love him.” She put space between them as she said it. As if out of respect for Fíli, she sat back in her seat, away from him, but Fíli didn’t retreat as he urged her to explain. He held her hands tightly. Even as she spoke of a past love, he stayed close. He couldn’t lose her again.

     “We’d spent our entire childhoods together,” she said, “and when he proposed, I didn’t think I could ever want anything else. I never knew anything else. When I left my village to join the company, we’d decided to get married the moment I returned. But the journey was so grueling, even the way back to my home- it was still so dangerous then. So he thought we should wait until I was more myself.

     “But it wasn’t the journey that had changed me, Fíli. It was you. I fell for you.” Her fingers grazed his cheek as she grinned, radiating summer warmth. “I still remember realizing it and wondering how the hell I fell in love with a dwarf.”

Fíli’s answering laugh was wet. He couldn’t keep it all in anymore.

     “Then, the next time I looked at you- grooming your pony or something-”

     “That early on?” Fíli asked.

She laughed. “Yes! Who wouldn’t love someone so kind and strong?” she asked. “A leader who’s funny and caring, with a brilliant mind, who can save his brother from an orc one moment and slap him upside the head the next.”

     “Only when he deserves it.”

     “Yeah, right.”

The firelight danced in her eyes as she chuckled, only confirming Fíli’s wish to see those eyes every day for the rest of his life. Their color, their light, the way they rolled when he said something stupid or squinted when she laughed. Hers were the most beautiful eyes-

As he studied them, they shut. He watched her lips tremble and her lashes fill with tears like a fast tide. She cried and Fíli felt his heart crack and fall open, like oak splitting under an ax. 

     “(Y/N), don’t- don’t cry. I wish you wouldn’t,” he said, holding her hands and waiting until she could continue.

     “Oh, Fíli, leaving you was the hardest thing-” Her grief overwhelmed her. 

     “Come here,” Fíli said, guiding her from her chair to his lap with hands on her waist. She sunk into him, overcome with sobs. He held her tight to him, running his fingers over her back and through her hair, lifting the locks from her neck to keep her cool. Touching her, holding her, was like a balm to his soul.

     “I’m so sorry,” she said.

     “I know. I am too.”

     “You didn’t deserve to be left behind like that. I should have told you the truth. You deserved to know how loved you were-”

No other words could come as she cried. 

     “It’s all right,” he said. “I know now, that’s what matters,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I know you love me. And I think a part of me knew then. (Y/N), Look at me.”

When she was able to, she did. Her chin shook as she wiped her tears. She took one of his hands while her other rested on the embroidery on his tunic. He knew she could feel his heart beating there.

     “Tell me what happened next,” he said.

It took a few moments, a few more wonderful moments of gazing at each other, feeling the other’s touch, for her to settle enough to speak.

     “I’d made a promise, I had a responsibility to my family, to my fiance. So I went home.” She took a deep, shaking breath and looked into the fire. “And then, he just wouldn’t marry me. He kept pushing the date and we finally decided to postpone even further. Indefinitely. And every day we weren’t married was another day we grew apart.”

     “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “We tried to fix it, but I think he just fell out of love with me. I don’t know why the engagement lasted so long, maybe it was because he knew I felt a responsibility to take care of my mother and sister and as long as he and I were officially engaged to be married… I don’t know. But when my sister and mother died, our last reason to prolong our engagement died with them.”

     “He left.”

     “He did. And I kept wondering how he could leave someone he loved for so long.” She looked to Fíli, her face dark like the evening sky after night extinguishes the last of the glowing sunset. “And even while my heart broke for him, all I could think of was you. What I did to you, the pain I caused.”

The pain. The pain she caused both of them. Fíli still felt its remnants. 

     “It took me six months to tell you and Kíli in our letters,” (Y/N) said.

     “So it’s been almost two years, then.”

     “Yes. I couldn’t decide if telling you was the right thing to do. Or if it would hurt you even more to know that in the end, I lost exactly what I would have if I had stayed with you. Where I believe I truly belonged.” Her hand slid up his chest and landed on his cheek, where she caressed his face for a long moment. “We could have had years together. Precious time. I was so cruel to leave you. A fool-”

     “No,” Fíli said. “You did what you thought was right. We both did.”

They were quiet for a while, relishing the closeness they could now share, as if such honesty had opened a door or knocked down a wall, truly replacing the past where it belonged.

She was touching him.

Fíli’s skin tingled where she traced his features- his ears, his eyebrows, his dimples when they became visible as he smiled at her. Her fingers landed on his tunic and she fiddled with its neckline, drawing along the embroidery that had given him such trouble only hours ago.

She eventually spoke, her voice raw. “Do you think you could ever- I don’t even think I have a right to ask you.”

     “For?” he asked, slightly delirious at her touch and her closeness.

     “For your forgiveness.”

Before she could say anything else, Fíli took his own time to take her in. He dragged his fingertips through her hair, pushing the tresses over her shoulders and leaving her skin bare. He ran his finger over the chain around her neck, resting on the pendant he’d given her. Her neck was so smooth and her cheeks so soft, and when he was done- for now- he framed her face with his palms.

     “You may ask for it, but you already have my forgiveness. You have my heart, my love, all of me. Anything you could ask for, it’s yours.”

She turned her head and kissed his hand, holding him there as she pressed her face to him. “I don’t deserve you, my love.”

     “Nonsense.”

     “It’s true. But I will spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise, I will never cause you such pain again. I swear it.”

He brought her forehead to his and breathed her in. “I believe you, (Y/N). I love you.”

     “I love you too, Fíli.”

He kissed her lips for the first time since they met. He had guessed that she was his One long before this night, but it was only when their lips met and she sighed against him and pulled him closer, that Fíli truly knew. They were made for each other. And if this is how their story went, if they had to be separated for so many years before they found such love in each other, Fíli was grateful for it all. 

When he gasped, his emotion finally catching up to him, she held him close to her and kissed away his tears. For hours into the night, they held each other before the fire, her arms around him and her fingers carding through his hair, his head on her chest where he could listen to the heartbeat he’d felt all along.

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[the-butterfly-blues]

The Company’s Reaction to a Chaotically Invincible Reader

A/n: The ‘Deadpool’ kind of invincible just for cracks and giggles cause why not. Just in that silly goofy mood. Let me know if you’d like a part two!

Gandalf is the one to introduce you to The Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

“This is [Name], they’re rather… peculiar.”

Not even him or Galadriel know how you’re still alive, but having you on this quest sounds like a great idea to him, and he knows that you’ll join no matter how dangerous it is.

The Company is hesitant at first about allowing someone from the Race of Men to join their group, especially one so young, but Gandalf always gets what he wants and he wants you to join them. (Race of Men can live to be 100 years or more)

Though, they were hesitant, they couldn’t deny that they enjoyed your chaotic nature. It spices up their travels when it gets boring.

The first time they witness your invincibility is before the incident with the trolls. You’re sent to look for wood with Fili and Kili, in which is obviously not a good idea as you all goof around. That’s when you trip over a log and break your ankle. Awesome, I know.

“Ah, fuck!”

The dwarves princes, though they started out laughing, quickly worry as you curse and grip onto your ankle. Yeah, you heal quickly, but that doesn’t mean it hurts less. Not knowing what to do, they pick you up and carry you back to the group.

“Maybe I should break shit more just to get carried. This is fun!”

Ignoring you for the time being, they set you down next to Óin who takes a look at it, though it’s nearly healed.

“You’re all over exaggerating a sprain, nothing more. Just keep your weight off of it for a few hours and you’ll be good.”

“What?! But it was totally broken, like facing the other way!”

“Impossible. It’s sprained, that’s all.”

“Nah, Kee’s right! It definitely was the other way! Hurt like a bitch there for a second, but I’m all good now!”

You hop up, easily placing pressure on your previously broken ankle. This is when Gandalf explains your situation, confusing the dwarves but they’re also in awe.

They now worry about you less and ask what they can about it, but there’s not much you can really explain to them.

“[Name], don’t eat that.”

“[Name], get down from there.”

“[Name], stop it.”

These are things constantly said by Thorin, Bilbo, Dwalin, and Balin throughout the adventure, even after they figure out your weird power.

It isn’t stated aloud, but both Thorin and Bilbo have easily taken the roles as your guardians considering you respect them the most out of the group. You respect all of them, but those two are on a different level, almost like parental figures.

They make sure you don’t get into things that you shouldn’t be getting into, though a little less than half the time, you still do it which causes you to get an earful from both of them after your injuries heal.

Now, the troll incident is one of the less comical ones because Bilbo is threatened, so you can’t really do anything about it, but you do stall them.

“Hey! Hey! Mister Troll!”

Moving to stand up in your sack, you hop closer to the three only to be picked up and dangled in the air as the dwarves all yell at him to put you down.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know how you’re gonna cook us! Maybe I can give a few tips. My mother was the best cook in Bree before she moved to Lake-town!”

“Oh, really?”

This leads on to a fifteen minute discussion about cooking dwarves, nearly traumatizing all of them as you happily talk about which spice would go best with which dwarf before Gandalf finally comes along and turns the trolls to stone.

Having still been dangling from the trolls grasp, you wriggle about to get loose, but to no luck.

“A little help, please?”

“No. You stay there until we gather our things.”

Basically in timeout for talking about cooking dwarves, a burgla-hobbit, and yourself, you pout and hang there until they’re ready.

[jjamjamm]

Double Date

Masterlist | Domestic Oneshots Masterlist

Wordcount: 735

Summary: You and Thorin go to dinner with Kili and Tauriel.

“Do we really have to do this?” Thorin asked, stopping in place at the entrance to the restaurant, “We can say I fell ill, or you did.”

You rolled your eyes, “One dinner with your nephew and the woman he loves will not kill you.”

“You’ve never had a meal with Kili have you?” Thorin asked, a small smile growing on his face, “You are in for a treat, he has the table manners of a rabid wolf.”

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating, besides, with Tauriel there he’ll have to be on his best behavior.” You said. He pulled the door open, allowing you to walk through before following in suit.

You spotted them straight away, as Kili grinned and stood at the table to wave and catch your attention.

“Uncle, Auntie, we just got here.” Kili waved for you two to sit opposite him and Tauriel.

“Good evening.” Thorin greeted, “Kili, Tauriel.”

“It’s so good to see you.” You said, taking your seat before Thorin tucked it in for you, “Thank you, so how have you both been?”

“Busy.” Kili winked at Tauriel, who flushed.

“Tauriel, you’ve just returned from… Mirkwood?” Thorin tried to change the subject but realized he didn’t know much about the girl, “How are the… giant spiders?”

“The guard is working on clearing them out.” She said, “I was permitted to return for my belongings, thanks to Legolas.”

“That’s right, I’m so sorry to hear about the banishment.” You said, resting a hand on hers, “You’ll always have a home here, I want you to know that.”

She looked to appreciate the sentiment, but before she could reply, it was time to give your orders.

The service wasn’t anything you had to worry about, not being with the King and one of the princes. So, once they were gone you could get back to your conversation.

Tauriel brushed a section of her hair back, revealing the glint of silver. Thorin rose an eyebrow at that, and she must’ve noticed, trying to brush the bead to the back as well.

“Did you see?” Kili asked, “Can I tell them? They’ve already seen it.”

Tauriel nodded, and he took her hand before announcing that they had braided one another’s hair.

From there on, as drinks were served, Kili got more and more sappy with Tauriel. He began by waxing poetic about her appearance and after eating he decided to dedicate a drunken ballad to her.

Thorin had to coax him down from the table, mortified by the scene he was causing, in his own kingdom no less. After dinner, he got the four of you out of there quicker than you thought possible, brought the couple to their door and entrusted Tauriel with the task of getting the drunken poet to bed.

“Goodnight.” She wished, before shutting the door. You shook your head at the entire night, before starting home with Thorin.

“I never saw tonight going off like that.” You admitted, “Since when does Kili think he’s a wordsmith?”

“Since he fell in love with an elf.” Thorin said, “She must’ve read him elven poetry about trees and stars and gotten it in his head that words are how you woo a lady.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “Words are beautiful, and can be more impactful than actions sometimes.”

“Actions speak louder than words.” He disagreed, “Unless you’d like me to start producing off the cuff poetry for you.”

“I think you underestimate how much I’d love to see you try that.” You said, “Please, go on.”

“Tomorrow, let me sleep on the idea.” He tried to buy himself time now that he had backed himself into this corner, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, “But don’t think that counts as poetry.”

“Why not?” He asked, “It’s romantic.”

“Ah yes, romantic.” You nodded, “Just like how angry stares are romantic, or not speaking to the person you’re interested in is romantic.”

Thorin squinted at that, “I didn’t stare.”

You couldn’t suppress your laugh at that, “Don’t worry, I found myself staring at you sometimes too.”

“If I did stare- which I didn’t, it would have to be because you are the most perfect vision I’ve set my eyes on.” He assured you, wrapping an arm around you as you opened your door.

You stole a kiss from him before pushing the door open, “See? Words can be romantic.”

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Should I be doing this? No.

Do I care? At this point I kind of gave up. 

This will eventually evolve to smut, but for now it’s more the language around so... Don’t read it out loud in a public place... I guess.

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Bluebell Baggins snorted as her companion closed the door with the key. “You’re being ridiculous, Thorin.” She informed him.

Thorin gaped at her. “Ridiculous? That...” He sputtered, pointed at the door, but probably meaning whatever was behind it. “That beast has no respect for you; touching you, treating you like a pet... Calling you bunny!”

Bell made a show of huffing and rolling her eyes. “You’re exaggerating, Thorin.” She informed him. “And you shouldn’t be this rude to our host.” She hurried to say when he started protesting.

Thorin grumbled a few choice words about their host under his breath, but Bell decided to pretend she couldn’t hear them.

“Besides, look at the size of the man.” She commented as she put her bag down by the bed. “If he got his hands on me he’d probably eat me in one bite.”

“If he got his hands on you I’d doubt it’d be to eat you.” Thorin grumbled.

This time she couldn’t help it. “Oh Valar save me, Thorin!” She gasped amidst a giggle. “Did you take a good look at him? I don’t think our sizes are compatible for what you have in mind.”

Thorin’s face of shock was the best sight she had in awhile.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Oh what? You thought that just because I was a spinster I didn’t know about these things?”

He looked properly chastised. “I shouldn’t have assumed.” He murmured, decidedly not looking at her.

“No, you shouldn’t, but now it’s too late.” She sighed, then gave him a look. “I really should make you go down there and tell Beorn you lied because you’re a silly old dwarf.”

“Excuse me?”

She was enjoying making him get all ruffled like this. She should’ve started saying things like that before.

“You heard me.” She threw at him cheekily. “Now we have to share a room.”

Thorin hadn’t liked the way Beorn –their unexpected host –had been treating Bell. For some reason, the big man had taken a liking to her. The hobbit lass thought he saw her like some kind of pet; he did pat her head quite a few times. The dwarves were all beside themselves, feeling offended by his treatment of their burglar. Gandalf just seemed mighty amused by the whole thing.

Once Beorn informed them all that he had a room for Bell, Thorin had told the man they were married.

Yes, he had.

Bell wanted to slap him the moment the words came out of his mouth, but all the dwarves confirmed the tale as true. Apparently they thought someone had to guard her innocence.

Bunch of idiots, all of them.

However, she had the impression that Beorn hadn’t actually believed the story and was just humoring the dwarves for his own personal amusement.

Still, the result was the same: she was sharing a room with Thorin.

The dwarf looked sheepish now. “I shall sleep on the floor.”

Bell rolled her eyes again. It happened a lot around the dwarves. “Don’t be ridiculous. The bed is big enough for both of us.”

It was the truth. It was a bed made for someone at least as tall as Beorn. Of course, this didn’t matter for them and it wasn’t as wide as it was long, but it was enough. They could lie side by side and not necessarily touch.

It was perfectly fine. Perfectly proper, even.

It’d be a quiet night.

***

Bell should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy.

She hadn’t brought proper night clothes because they were sleeping on the roads, which meant laying in their own clothes, prepared to wake up at any second in case of danger. However, Elrond had gifted her a beautiful yet practical nightdress, in case she ever needed one. She decided it was the best choice, since she was going to be sharing a bed with Thorin.

It was a really modest nightdress, nice and warm, had long sleeves, actually covered her feet when she was standing, and it had no cleavage in sight.

All in all a very modest piece of clothing.

Apparently it was no obstacle at all for old lecherous dwarves.

Bell felt she was pretty controlled, all things considered. It wasn’t every morning she woke up tangled in bed with a dwarf.

As she laid there, completely still, she wondered how it was possible that she slept through all the acrobatics that got them to this point. Thorin was plastered against her back, wrapped around her like a vine. She could feel the planes of his chest against her back, as well as his hardness against her bum –quite impressive, actually.

Her practical, modest nightdress was bunched around her waist.

And apparently even that wasn’t enough, because one of Thorin’s hands was clasping her tit –quite possessively, in fact –and the other was cupping her cunt. Fortunately it was over her smallclothes, but still…

Now, Bell was no young hobbit. She’d had her fair share of friendly bed partners over the years –hobbits were quite liberal that way. Maybe she should be a bit scandalized by the fact that he’d put his hands all over her, but right now she felt so damned aroused!

Go ahead and judge her!

She’d been on this journey for some time now, traveling all alone with a bunch of dwarves… Hobbit spinsters had needs too!

The way Thorin was holding her was great to wake up all her lady bits, but definitely not enough to do anything about it.

Her cunny was so wet, her body was shivering in expectation, and she knew nothing would come of it –much less herself. She could press against Thorin and see what he’d do, but he was sleeping. As far as she knew he hadn’t done this on purpose. It’d be wrong to abuse his sleeping form.

Nobody died of frustration. She could be mature about this.

Bell tried to roll away, but as soon as she started moving, Thorin’s grip tightened all around her. He hid his face on the curve of her neck, his hand around her tit gave her a firm squeeze and the one over her cunny pressed harder against it.

Now the heel of his hand was on the perfect spot to put some pressure on her pearl and his middle finger had snuggled between her cunny’s lips.

Bell sighed and let the feelings wash over her for a second. Then she propelled her body forward and promptly fell on the ground.

Thorin didn’t even move from his place.

Lovely.

[a-mellowtea]

I’ve been pretty understated about my adoration of Tolkien, and especially Jackson’s adaptations of The Lord of the Rings trilogy here, but seeing as the 20th anniversary of the global premiere of Fellowship of the Ring was yesterday, I’ll indulge myself with a little personal ramble.

It is precisely no exaggeration to state that a sizeable degree of who I am today is thanks to Tolkien, and Jackson’s film adaptations of his work. Fellowship of the Ring (2001) was my first foray into fantasy at the wide-eyed, bushy-tailed, impressionable age of five, when my father--in what I’m sure to this day was a questionable parenting choice--sat me and my older brother down to watch it on VHS. I’m not completely sure the details of that particular story, but I know that he fondly recalls me being scared out of my wits of everything past the first encounter with the Ringwraiths; engaged, enraptured, but terrified.

Thankfully, he decided a slightly better way of easing me into it after that would be to do as he had done for my older brother and read me The Hobbit as a bedtime story (he was a wonderful Thorin, I do remember that). It wasn’t until I was ten and old enough to be earnestly curious about it on my own grounds that I gave Fellowship of the Ring another go, this time in book form (and with a pencil and paper nearby, so I could look up in the dictionary words I didn’t understand!). It took the better part of a year. And then, finally, I watched it again. And then read and watched the rest of the trilogy. And I was in love. 

Those years, from the time I was eleven until about fifteen, I was utterly lost in Tolkien’s world. I read and reread the books countless times. Rewatched the movies, it felt like, every other month. I even gave The Silmarillion and Beren and Lúthien a go, though I didn’t finish the former until my Grade 10 year, and the latter was in my pile of unfinished reads until 2019. I caught wind of The Hobbit’s film production in early 2012, just before I turned thirteen. Between then and the release of An Unexpected Journey, I delved into the appendices of the The Lord of the Rings films, because every aspect of the making of the movies fascinated me in a way cinema hadn’t before. I watched every production diary for the new films with my little sister who was, at the time, as engrossed in it as I was (and I will never let her forget it). I chatted in online forums, created and consumed fan content, had Howard Shore’s music on what felt like constant repeat. And I genuinely loved every moment of it.

I still can’t remember the full breadth of my adoration in those years. It was as bright and fierce as anything you’d expect a young teen’s interests to be. In turn, Tolkien brought me to Pratchett, and Lewis, and Gaiman. His work made me want to write, and I credit his influence entirely for the one poem I have ever had published. Shore’s music brought me to Williams, and Zimmer, and many, many classical influences, as well as my surviving and deep appreciation for film and television music. And Jackson’s films were the honest beginnings of my interest in the industry, which eventually pushed me towards theatre production.

Perhaps that’s giving the influence of these works too much credit, but I don’t think I’d be where, nor who, I am today without them. I am, quite literally, in fandom spaces today--from RWBY to Arcane and a lot in between--because of my wonderful experiences in those four years. It will forever hold the dearest of places in my heart.

...Oh, and there was that one time my younger sister and I left the 10-hour version of “They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard” playing, sync’d, on every device in our house...