#like get me someone who looks at me like thorin looks at bilbo jfc

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sometimes i think about how this is an actual screenshot from the actual movies

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For the prompt thingy... 15/bagginshield? 👀

15. “I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!”

jfc this ended up way longer than i thought but who am i to keep the boys from having their conversations and such

Perhaps wandering through the armory while drunk was not the best of ideas, but Bilbo couldn’t quite bring himself to care at the moment.

He and Thorin had snuck out of the feast together, and it was the first time he’d been truly alone with him in quite some time. Ruling a kingdom was quite time-consuming, it seemed, so when Thorin had offered to give Bilbo a tour of Erebor, he’d readily accepted.

Erebor was really too large to see everything in a single night, so for the moment they were mostly wandering from chamber to enormous chamber. Thorin had something to say about every room they entered, a fact about its history or even better, a story from his childhood. Bilbo was content to listen to his animated speech, even if the amount of ale he’d consumed was making him a bit fuzzy in the head.

“This was the Axe of Frár the Fierce,” Thorin said, lifting a wicked-looking battle axe with typical angular dwarvish designs along its length. “This was the weapon that struck the killing blow against one of the great wyrms of the north.”

Bilbo looked around the armory, at the gleaming rows of spears and axes, and the slightly dusty suits of armor along one wall. In truth, being here made him a bit nervous, not just because of the sheer amount of sharp objects but also the memory of the last time he had been here. It brought back memories from several months, of the dread of impending war and watching Thorin succumb to the dragon sickness.

He shook himself. That was in the past, and there was no use in dwelling on it.

“Were all of these weapons owned by great warriors?” he asked, following Thorin further into the armory.

“Not all. Some have never seen battle, as there were not enough hands to take them up in defense of the mountain.” A shadow passed over Thorin’s face, as if he too remembered the dark events of the past winter. “In the end, it is the warrior that achieves greatness, not the weapon. But it is easier to gain renown with finely-crafted armament.”

He took an enormous war hammer from another rack and turned it over in his hands with a deft, casual movement.

“You are quite strong,” Bilbo said. “That thing looks like it weighs more than I do!”

Thorin looked up at him, and Bilbo could feel his cheeks grow hot. Perhaps he had drunk more than he’d thought, to have thoughts better kept to himself roll off his tongue so easily.

On his part, Thorin looked rather pleased by his comment. “It is a simple matter for dwarves,” he said, returning the hammer to its place on the rack. “Our skill in smithing and in battle comes from our strength.”

Absently, Bilbo wondered how easily Thorin would be able to lift him up, then firmly shooed the thought away and fell into step with Thorin without another word.

They came to the suits of armor, which were similarly bulky and angular. Among them was the golden suit of armor Thorin had donned after arriving in Erebor, and the sight of it made Bilbo’s stomach drop. He could still remember the low clanking of it, and the sound echoed with memories of harsh words in his mind.

Oblivious to his discomfort, Thorin took one of the helmets from above a suit of armor. It was colored dark gray with reddish-bronze designs, and on top was a metallic ridge similar to the comb of a rooster.

“This was worn by Dáin’s grandfather Grór, who had a similar penchant for headbutting--and to deadly effect.” Thorin tilted the helmet to show the razor-sharp edge of the metal ridge. “Personally, I do not find myself inclined to wearing a helm in battle.”

That was true--Thorin had not worn anything to protect his head during the battle for the mountain. Bilbo lifted his gaze to the scar that ran down his forehead, from his hairline to the top of his nose.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked, the words escaping before he could think to censor himself. “Why didn't you wear proper armor that day?”

Thorin’s eyes widened slightly, and he placed the helmet back. “What do you mean?”

“You know very well what I mean. W-Why did you give the mithril shirt to me instead of keeping it for yourself?”

Oh, dear. Bilbo could hear in the rising pitch of his voice that he was getting quite worked up, yet he couldn’t quite manage to get himself under control.

“That shirt was made for someone smaller than I,” Thorin said, his voice solemn. “And I do not regret for a second giving it to you.”

“Then why did you not wear one of these?” Bilbo flung a hand out at the other suits of armor. He was only a simple hobbit, and did not know much about battle, but he if Thorin had ridden out in more than a chain mail shirt, perhaps he would have been spared from the wound that had nearly taken his life. “What on earth were you thinking, Thorin?”

Thorin’s brows lowered. “I see no reason to revisit a matter that is months in the past.”

“Well, there is the small detail of you nearly dying.” He raised an indignant finger. “I just wanted you to be safe, Thorin. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you!”

Tears welled up unexpectedly, and Bilbo sniffed and hastily wiped them away.

“Bilbo.” Thorin’s voice was gentler now, the two syllables of his name falling with such familiarity and warmth that it made his heart ache. “I am sorry for the grief and worry I caused you. It...It was poorly done.”

“I won't argue with that,” Bilbo said, making a valiant attempt to sound disapproving despite the thickness in his voice.

“I am glad that I survived. I am glad that I...that I had the chance to make amends with you.” Gently, his fingers touched Bilbo’s chin, lifting his head so their gazes met. “I do not take such a thing lightly.”

“I know.” Bilbo reached up and took Thorin’s hand in both of his. “I’m glad you’re here, Thorin.”

Thorin closed the distance between them, drawing Bilbo into his embrace, that familiar hold that somehow felt like home. Bilbo felt the graze of his lips against the crown of his head, and leaned into Thorin’s chest.

And the armory did not feel so frightening anymore.

[theepolynesian]

Together Again

Summary: Thranduil is brought to your world and vice-versa.

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 2,756

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

Requested by: 

     @annajolras:  May I request a lil story? Thranduil x reader where he is swept into the 'real world' (modern au) and reader (very short, like 5'4") shows him around and stuff.... fluff please😘 I love your writing❤❤ thank you xxx

     Anon: Hello! I love all your work so I'd figured I would try a request... A nerdy lord of the rings/hobbit fan from are world gets pulled into middle earth by the Valar to change the outcome of the battle of five army's? Feel free to run with it however you'd like!

A/n: sorry that it’s shit.

You look at the man at your front steps with a shocked face. You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation. Well the only plausible explanation as to why, The Elvenking Thranduil was standing at your door. That has to be it.

“You are a very amazing Thranduil cosplayer, but Halloween is not for another three months,” you say, raising your brow at the man.

He could pass as Lee Pace’s twin that's for sure including height. 6’5” was damn tall. Anything above your 5’4” stature was tall to you.

“I do not understand your words, human. What exactly is cosplay and Halloween?”

“VERY funny. I didn't think you were that dense,” you say, rolling your eyes as a force of habit.

“You dare speak to me like that?” he booms and you back away, afraid.

He sighs, rubbing his forehead.

“Can you just tell me where I am?. One minute I was in my throne room the next I'm in this area that I do not recognize with houses more exquisite than Gondor,” he explains and you sigh.

Maybe this was actually Thranduil and for some reason the Valar had sent him here.

You needed to get to the bottom of this.

A few hours and a couple of shots of vodka later, you finally finished explaining everything to the King.

“So I don’t know how you got here, but I think you’ll just have to wait it out and you can do that here. But now it’s time for bed. I have a guest room and extra clothes inside there as well. You cannot be walking around in a dress,” you say.

“It’s a dress robe,” Thranduil argues.

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t fit in,” you say, standing and leading him to his bedroom, “we can talk about the rest of it in the morning.”

You make your way to your room and get into bed, staring at the ceiling.

What the hell were you supposed to do?

-

“Y/n!” You hear and you immediately shoot out of your bed, now wide awake, running to the source.

Thranduil did not seem like an elf who would yell for no reason so there had to be something wrong. You may have just met the elf but you got protective easily.

You pause in the bedroom doorway as you realize that Thranduil was in no trouble at all.

He was simply staring at the TV with wide amazed eyes.

Your panic settles into a bout of anger.

“Are you dying or something?” You ask irritably.

“How did those people get into the box? Why are they in a box?” He asks panicked.

You sigh.

“It’s a thing called television. Cameras captures a moving an image and they project it to the television. The thing that you’re watching now.”

“But are they really that small?”

“No. They’re normal sized men. The image is downsized to fit the screen. Now can you please get dressed? I don’t have any groceries so we have to go out to eat.”

Making your way down the stairs, you think about the elvenking and how out of character he seemed.

In the movie, he was cold and calculating, in the book he wasn’t as bad, but a very concerned elf king was not what you were expecting. Especially concern for those not of his race.

You make a cup of coffee and wait for the king to make an appearance.

You can’t help but choke as you see him in tight jeans, a white shirt and a read and black flannel with a man bun.

JFC he rocked that man bun.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yes. Why do you ask?” you reply a bit sharply.

“You choked.”

“Did not.”

“Elves have very good hearing. You choked.”

You shrug.

“Never thought you would wear a bun.”

His hand reaches out to touch his hair.

“Yes. Well, I saw it on your image thing and I thought it would be best to try and fit in.”

You look him over and notice his pointed ears. You needed to fix it because pointy ears were very suspicious. You walk up to the king and pull a few strands loose so that it’ll cover his ears.

“Do you always touch those above you?” he breathes and you roll your eyes at his haughtiness, ignoring the closeness.

“You are my equal in this realm. I am neither below or above you,” you retort.

He raises his brow.

“I meant people taller than you,” he says and you pause before laughing.

That earns a smile from him.

“I really need to stop being so uptight, don’t I?” you ask him, stepping back.

He shrugs, giving you a small smile.

“Maybe.”

You laugh again.

“Let’s go, princess,” you say and he lets out a chuckle before you both leave the house.

-

When you went shopping with the King, you did not expect it to be such an amazing day.

Contrary to popular belief, he was rather nice and funny and so carefree. He cracked quite a few jokes and you had fell for him hard within a space of one day. You didn’t want him to leave.

“So elves are things that help this santa person and they’re actually really small with bells?” Thranduil asks as you walk into your house, arms filled with groceries.

“Yes. They are supposedly the ones who make the toys to deliver to children,” you explain.

“How degrading,” he says, placing the groceries on the counter.

You watch him unload the groceries with a smile on your face.

You wanted this. You wanted someone you could settle down with. Someone you could go shopping with, laugh with, play around with. Someone who would love you as much as you would love them. You know you shouldn’t be getting attached, but you couldn’t help it. He’s an amazing guy with an amazing personality.

“What is it?”

You shake your head and look at him with a sad smile on your face.

“Nothing, princess. Let’s just get dinner started.”

You’re not really surprised to find him gone the next day as if he wasn’t even there in the first place, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt like a bitch.

-

It takes you months to get over him. Although you’ve watched him on the big screen many times, it was not the same as it was talking to him in person. The Thranduil on the screen was not your Thranduil.

After watching BOTFA all the way through for the first time, you decide to hit the sheets. You were missing him again and a sad Thranduil just made you more sad. You just wish you could see him again.

Orcs. Dragons. Dwarves. Wizards.

That’s all you could dream about.

It’s not the first time that you’ve dreamed about it, definitely not, but this one was different.

In this dream, you were a part of the battle of the five armies. You saved the Durin’s lives and you were finally reunited with Thranduil.

You didn’t want this dream to end, but it does as soon as you start falling.

You didn’t understand how you could be falling when you were lying in your bed but you are and it seems to go on and on and on.

You let out an oomph as you finally land on the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

It was extremely cold for some reason. Last you checked, it was summer. A very HOT summer.

You slowly open your eyes and gone was the night replaced by day.

You hear clashing swords making you confused.

It was the 21st century. Who used swords?

Slowly, you sit up and take in the scene around you. It’s then that you realize that you were no longer in earth.

You were in Middle Earth.

Quickly standing, you look around for a weapon as an orc charges at you.

You make for the sword that was conveniently there and stab the orc before it has a chance to stab you. Those fencing classes were finally useful.

“Lass! What the hell are you doing here?” you hear and you turn to find Dwalin, Thorin, Fili and Kili.

“It’s not like it was on purpose. Believe me, it was an accident!” you reply.

“An accident?” Thorin rumbles looking you over, “what in Durin’s name are you wearing?”

“Now is not the time. We are in the middle of a war, if I’m not mistaken and you are about to be led into a trap,” you say, not really feeling like it was the time to explain a tank top and sweatpants.

“What do you mean trap?” Fili asks.

“Thorin was about to send the both of you to those towers to see if Azog was there. He is even though it doesn’t seem like it and he traps you and you die alone which is a pretty shitty way to die if I do say so myself,” you inform them.

When you realized that Fili dies alone, you were absolutely livid. Thorin had Bilbo and Kili had Tauriel and there was no one for Fili and you absolutely hated it.

“Why should we listen to a human that seemingly appears out of nowhere wearing naught but her underwear?” Thorin growls as you all spring into action, killing more orcs.

“Because it is true. If you just used your common sense, you would realize that it was a trap, but you didn’t and it got your nephews killed and that Thorin Oakenshield is not going to happen on my watch,” you growl out.

Thorin looks at you before nodding.

“We will stay together and live to fight another day,” he says and you let out a sigh of relief.

At least he was coming to his senses.

The five of you continue fighting with Bilbo joining halfway through with Legolas and Tauriel right behind him.

Thorin soon faces off with Azog and you were preparing for the last life you were supposed to save.

Azog plunges into the water and you notice that Thorin is following his body floating down the stream.

“Thorin stay away!” you shout and he looks at you confused before looking down again.

You sigh at the stupid king. You decide that the only thing that could save him now was a tackle to the ground and so you tackle him.

Not even a second later, Azog pops out of the ice with a shout.

You roll off of Thorin and the both of you immediately bring your swords up, stabbing Azog in the chest not once, but twice at the same time.

You just killed the pale orc with Thorin right beside you. What?

Ignoring your train of thought, you and Thorin both push Azog off of you and you just lay there for a few seconds, trying to gather your scattered brain.

“Is she dead?” you hear.

“Perfectly fine. Just need time to reevaluate my life.”

“Are you finally going to explain who you are and where you come from?” Thorin asks, offering you his hand. You look at it before looking at his face.

“It’s going to take a while,” you say.

“Thanks to you, I now have all the time in the world,” he says and you take his hand and then the coat that he offers you.

You explain to him every detail possible as you are joined by the company one-by-one.

“So now wait a minute lass. You’re from another world and you were brought here completely by accident?” Bofur asks and you nod, standing quickly as you realize that Thranduil must be here as well.

“Where is Thranduil?” you ask, looking at the dwarves.

“The elf ponce?” Dwalin asks.

You roll your eyes.

“Yes. The very same,” you say.

“Y/n?” you hear and you slowly turn around, immediately recognizing the voice.

There in front of you is the elf that you grew to love. He looked older. Much older and there was blood splattered across his face and he looked absolutely exhausted.

You finally remember that he was here to look for Legolas or rather his body. You knew that Legolas would still be alive at the end of The Hobbit but it still made your heart hurt to think that Thranduil was losing the only thing he had left from his wife.

“Princess!” you exclaim, running towards him and leaping into his arms.

He catches you easily and immediately wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your hair.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers and you pull back with a laugh.

“It’s only been three months, Princess, but I missed you too,” you say and he looks at you confused.

“It’s been three thousand years, y/n.”

You frown. That made no sense at all.

“I would like to explain it to you without listening ears,” he says, glaring at something in the back of you.

You turn to find Thorin holding up his hands in defense.

“We get it. We’ll leave you two alone,” and with that the company makes their way down the hill with Bilbo’s hand clasped in Thorin’s. Your OTP finally gets to become cannon!

You take a seat on one of the staircases, trying to process this information.

“So if three thousand years have passed, that means I met you in the year three thousand three hundred eighty two of the second age, meaning your father was still alive and you were still a prince,” you say, gathering all of your Tolkien knowledge.

Thranduil nods in confirmation.

“I was indeed still a prince. I had nothing to my name,” he replies and you raise your brows at the obvious lie.

“Well nothing important to my name. No son or wife. Just me and my father and his kingdom. It wasn’t until after the throne was handed to me that I found my wife, Lilliana. I was hoping beyond all hope that I would see you again and I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to I really did, but duty called and I found a wife. A wife that I loved just as much as I loved you. A wife that made me happy just like you did in the space of one day. A wife that-.”

“Died protecting your son,” you say, interrupting him and he looks at you for a second, wondering how you knew all of this information.

You had skipped telling him about the Hobbit films and books. You didn’t want to change something which is kind of ridiculous now that you thought about it. You wanted to avoid giving him information that would change the timeline, but here you were changing the timeline yourself. Ridiculous.

“That she did,” he replies and you sigh.

“What are we doing Thranduil? We’ve known each other for one day and yet we fell in love.”

“And here we are, after three thousand years of being apart, finally confessing our feelings for each other. I don’t know about you, but I think this was meant to happen.”

You look at the prince turned king.

“But what if I get taken back just like you had all those years back. I don’t think I can handle being in love with you only for it to be ripped apart once again,” you tell him truthfully.

“I do not believe that that’s going to happen again. It was no coincidence that were brought to each other, twice. Absolutely none and I just want to be happy again with you by my side.”

You smile at him.

You could finally settle down and start a family, something you never really dreamed about until you met him. You can finally be happy again.

“And I want to be by your side until death do us part.”

He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Nothing is ever going to tear us apart ever again.”

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sometimes i think about how this is an actual screenshot from the actual movies