#shirtless thorin ;)

[i-am-pinkie]

Gasp! Look at him!!😏😘

Shirtless Thorin :3

[heyitsjustmoi]

You know what's disappointing? There's no shirtless dwarrow scenes in The Hobbit. Unrealistic. 3/10

[ithrilyann]

Thorin in blue and gold  by Miruna-Lavinia on DeviantArt

[possibly-a-table-or-just-gay]

Everytime I see Hobbit fanart where Thorin has a shrink-wrapped six pack I get a little closer to drawing Thorin shirtless just to prove that NO HE WOULD HAVE FUCKING MEAT ON HIS BONES HE'S A FUCKING DWARF HE'S BUILT LIKE A FUCKING TANK. HE WOULD NOT HAVE A CONCAVE STOMACH AND INHUMAN-LY DEFINED ABS HE WAS BUILT TO SURVIVE WINTERS IN THE MISTY MOUNTAINS. HE'S FUCKING BROAD AND HAIRY AND HE HAS FAT OVER HIS MUSCLE. THERE IS MORE THAN ONE WAY FOR A MAN TO BE ATTRACTIVE GODDAMMIT. this applies to all the dwarves btw

[ithrilyann]

#suddenly I’m bilbo baggins#RAHHH OMGGF#Bilbo you are a lucky hobbit (x)

also thorin's soft smile 💗

I like to think of what Bilbo will see when he opens his eyes.

[meleeallday]

I love when artists'/writers' muse is Thorin Oakenshield and I see it.... Or when he shirtless... Or when kissing Bilbo. Never stop creating......

Or when he's on top of Bilbo ..

[enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog]

Best of Intentions - character building - relationship building - snippet #3 continuation.

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Thorin huffed a laugh as he wiped the blade of his sword on a moss-covered log. “Is this going to become a habit, You running about and doing the exact opposite of what I tell you to do?”

 

Mistlynn folded her arms over her chest as she bristled at the jab. “Perhaps? Are you going to make it a habit of telling me what to do?”  She forced a close-lipped snarky smile on her face, before turning her back to him and began to walk towards the tree line.

 

She heard Thorin sigh heavily before he began to follow after her. “Be sure to watch you step.” He grumbled as they walked in silence, listening to the still eerily quiet forest for any sign of spiders.

A distant yell echoed through the trees, making them both turn in the direction it came from.

Another yell followed almost immediately, and they both tensed as sounds of another fight echoed through the forest.

 

“Kili.” Thorin breathed out quickly. He looked over at her, his eyes narrowed. “Keep going, don’t stop until you are out of the forest. You will see our horses tied to the tree line. Wait there until we return.”

 

Mistlynn’s jaw dropped as she gave him an incredulous look. “Excuse me? I am going with you! I want to help.”

 

“No. I need you out of harm’s way,” He returned her challenging glare. “This won’t take long.”

 

“I helped you!” Mistlynn gestured sharply in his direction.

 

“Yes, you did, and I am most appreciative but now I need you to go wait by the horses. You have no weapon.”

 

“I made do last time; I will do so again!” She hissed as she stormed off, shooting him one more seething glare before making her way through the dense brush.

 

“Sar em Gabura.” Thorin growled as he shook his head, following close behind her as he glared at the back of her head. “Damn your insufferable pride.”

 

“Pot. Kettle.” Came her flippant reply as she picked up her pace. She jumped off a log, unaware of the snare she tripped when she landed in the underbrush.

 

“Look out!” She heard Thorin shout in alarm as he rushed to her side, attempting to push her to the side. She whirled around, eyes wide as he collided into her.

She felt a rope cinch tightly around their legs, his attempt to pick her up and throw her away not quick enough.

 

A startled yelp escaped her lungs as she felt the ground leave their feet as they were both yanked up into the air with a surprising amount of force.

Her chest crashed into his, their legs both tightly wrapped with a thick rope and bound closely together as they found themselves hanging upside down, a good distance up off the forest floor.

 

Gasping for a solid breath of air, she braced her hands against his chest and tried to push herself away from him. They were pressed solidly against one another, their ankles and calves bound tightly with the thick rope. Her head was directly under his chin, her hair undoubtedly suffocating him.

 

She heard a steady string of blush worthy curses tumble from his lips as they swayed through the air, the branches holding their combined weight as they creaked loudly.  

The cold feeling of absolute horror fizzled through her veins like a lit fuse as she took note of his rapid heartbeat as it pummeled in his chest. She could hear it clearly, his body heat and masculine scent overwhelming her as if it was seeping into her body.

 

Memories of him sparring shirtless flashed through her mind. Her cheeks heated instantly as she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from groaning aloud in sheer embarrassment. Not an inch was spared between them, she felt every single curve of his sculpted torso and legs, the barrier of their clothes doing nothing to disguise it.

 

This was not good. Not at all.

 

“Unbelievable.” She heard him seethe through clenched teeth as he swiped her hair away from his face.

 

She tilted her head back, only to see the ground swaying. She spotted Thorin’s sword upright and fully embedded into the forest floor. She groaned again as their dire situation settled in further. She attempted to twist her body, to see how much range she had in movement.

 

“Stop that.” He hissed. “You will make the ropes tighter. This is an elvish snare.”

 

She made herself look up into his face, meeting his burning gaze instantly. His jaw was clenched as he attempted to take a deep breath in through his nose as if he were in pain.   

 

She gulped, as if trying to swallow her embarrassment. “I am so sorry.” She muttered. “I didn’t even know you could make a snare this big.”

 

Thorin brought a hand up to his eyes and rubbed them. “It’s fine.  I didn’t realize that Tauriel and her scouts had already started to set them.”    

 

She nodded while giving her shoulders a slight shrug. “So…what do we do now?”

 

“I’m thinking.” He grumbled irritably as he leaned his head back to take in their surroundings now that their swinging had lessened. He attempted to shift without disturbing the tight rope around their calves and ankles.

 

Mistlynn bit her bottom lip at his movement, his torso rubbing against hers in a very distracting way. She let her forehead fall against his chest as she tried to coax her body into relaxing so that the raging blush she felt prickling her skin like a wildfire wouldn’t be so obvious to him in this close of proximity.

 

She heard Thorin sigh in resignation as his arm wrapped around her waist. “I apologize, Its starting to get uncomfortable to let them both hang.” He muttered into the top of her head.

 

She nodded again stiffly. “It’s fine.” She huffed into his chest.

 

For Yavanna’s sake, was this punishment?

 

Why did he smell so good? She was practically salivating.

 

The shouts they had heard coming from Fili and Kili had stopped suddenly, making them both crane their necks, straining to look in that direction, desperate for any sign of movement.  The silence made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck as it settled in heavy around them. She felt his fingers tighten their grip slightly as he scanned the forest.

 

“Is there any way we can loosen these ropes?” she whispered, sensing his unease.

 

She heard him growl in frustration. “No. There is a dagger in my boot but with how tight these ropes are I’m not sure I’ll be able to reach it without off the blood flow to our feet.”

 

“Which boot?” she couldn’t contain the excitement in her voice as she tried took down at his feet. Her significantly smaller feet and calves were wedged tightly in-between his.

 

“My right, on the outside.” His voice was rough, unease evident in his tone.

 

She pursed her lips. “I think I can reach it.” She looked up at him, determination flashing in her eyes.

 

His eyes widened as she began to bend her knees, her hands gripping his sides as she began to pull herself towards his legs.

 

“Woah, woah, wait! Hold on!” He stammered rapidly. He dipped is chin to his chest to look at her as she tried to minimize her wiggling down his body as she reached for his boot. She pressed the side of her face to his lower stomach, his belt buckle cold against her cheek as outstretched her hand towards his boot.

 

He groaned in exasperation at the sight. “Will you just?...” His voice trailed off as he felt her move even lower, her fingers grasping firmly against his leg, not quite reaching far enough to grasp the clasped handle.

 

She cursed as her body strained to hold the position. She felt his body tense. “I don’t know if I can reach any farther.” She huffed breathlessly.

 

She felt his lower abs tighten as he began to chuckle, as if in disbelief at their current situation. “You’ve gone this far, why stop there? By all means.”

 

Mistlynn gritted her teeth together as she slowly straightened herself, her fingers digging into his sides to stop the movement from jolting the rope.

 

“You think you could do better? You-you big baby!” She stammered, anger and embarrassment flushing her already red face a lovely shade of scarlet.

 

He glowered at her as he clenched his jaw. “As a matter of fact.” He growled before he bent his knees, his chest brushing her body as he painstakingly pulled himself in the same fashion she did.

 

She gasped in horror as shivers erupted down her body as if she was being struck by lightning. She bit her bottom lip so hard she got a hint of copper on her tongue as he placed the side of his head on her stomach while the other hand gripped the outside of her waist.

 

He let out a shaky breath as he cursed, his fingers brushing the top of the dagger. “I almost got it. As he tried to reach farther, he strained more towards his boot and his hand slid from its grip on her waist to directly under her left butt cheek and back of her thigh.

 

A sound between a gasp and a shriek from the shock of his strong hand gripping her there escaped as if she was being strangled.

Her body jerked in retaliation, jolting his shoulder just as his shaking fingers unclasped the dagger hilt. At her sudden jolt, he fumbled to grasp onto the handle, but it slipped through his fingertips and tumbled towards the ground, burying itself right next to Orcist.

 

The breath rushed out of Thorin’s lungs as he stared dumbly at the dagger that tumbled out of his fingertips. He felt Mistlynn tense against him as a few seconds of exasperated silence fell between them.

 

He breathed in deeply before his body began to shake as he began to chuckle as if in disbelief. “That’s just brilliant.” His chuckled deepened as he slowly straightened his body until he was hanging straight once again.

 

Mistlynn was staring at him with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin white line as her cheeks still flamed scarlet. “I am so sorry. When your hand slipped…” she took in a deep breath as she tried and failed to reign in her mortification.

 

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands as he shook his head. “Durin’s beard, woman!” his chuckle became strained as he fought to reign in his frustration. “I was trying to get the gods damned dagger, not assault you! I had it in my bleedin hand!”

 

Mistlynn’s mouth fell open in shock at his outburst. “I didn’t do it on purpose! I want out of this infernal snare and as far away from you as soon as possible!” she seethed, glaring at him as she shoved his shoulder for emphasis.

 

“You are by all accounts the most infuriating dam in the existence of all dams since Mahal himself created them!” he shot back as he scowled down at her.

 

“Oh, I’m infuriating? Your head is so far up your royal arse every word that comes out of your mouth is nothing but pure-“ her hands were stiff at her side, balled into trembling fists so that her body was fully pressed against him, only adding more fire to her blazing frustration.

 

“Stop talking.” He hissed.

 

She smacked his shoulder in pure outrage. “Why you-“ She raised her hand to hit him again, but he caught it midair as his other hand clasped down on her mouth. Her eyes blew wide open in righteous indignation as she shrieked against his palm.

 

He grit his teeth as his hand tightened over her mouth. “I. SAID.STOP.TALKING.NOW.” he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes transfixed on a spot over her head.

 

She stilled instantly, her nostrils flaring as she looked at him in alarm. She watched his throat bob, eyes still fixated on whatever was behind her. “DONT.MOVE.A. MUSCLE.” His voice deepened, quiet yet urgent.

 

Her heart stuttered in her chest when she heard the dreaded clicking of those spiders coming from behind her.

She couldn’t help the shudder that rippled through her spine as her other hand grabbed onto his coat and grasped onto its thick fabric tightly.

 

His eyes were menacing slits as he watched them approach, scurrying upside down along the treetops, making the branches quiver and snap as they moved quickly towards them.

 

The spiders didn’t seem to see them as they moved over them, their clicking and blood curdling hisses making her skin crawl. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she was finally able to see how big they were. They were easily bigger than a full-grown ice bear, as she could no longer deny that she was terrified.

Her heart was racing as she stared at them in horror, there was no way she could take them on with a stick and rock.

 

She felt something brush against her now trembling fist, prompting her gaze to shift from the giant spiders back to Thorin. His eyes had softened slightly as he looked at her, his thumb gently rubbing the skin across her bruised knuckles. “Its okay.” He mouthed. She blinked rapidly, trying to convey that she understood him.

 

The spiders had stopped, almost directly over them as they seemed to scan the forest around them. Mistlynn held her breath as she willed her heart to slow its frantic beat.

Thorin couldn’t help a sneer of pure hatred as he stared at the monstrosities.

 

A loud snap echoed from behind them in the near distance, making the spiders whirl around. One of the spiders legs tangled with the rope that was holding them up, The rope tightened painfully on their legs as they began to spin. A faint whimper escaped her as the muscles in her calves spasmed.

 

Thorin quickly moved his hand from her mouth and hand and wrapped his arms around her in a protective embrace. “Hold on.” He whispered urgently into her hair as she clung to his jacket.

 

As one spider launched itself towards the sound, the other was staring directly at them as they spun.

Its fangs clicked together furiously as it began to slink down a tree that was closer to them, as if trying to determine what was dangling at the end of the rope.

 

A flash of brown dashed between the trees, drawing Thorin’s attention for a split second as he followed it. It was Fili, crouching into a defensive position with both his swords held at the ready. On the other side of him, a faint glimmer reflected off of a broadhead, Kili holding an arrow notched and aiming directly at the spider.

 

“Brace yourself.” Thorin growled into her ear as an arm moved behind her head, the other winding tightly on her lower back, preparing for a quick drop.  The spider hissed as it moved to launch itself at them, but the arrow flew and embedded itself directly In the center of its venom dripping mouth, making it shriek as it lost its grip on the tree. One of its long legs that was still tangled with the snare rope grew taunt as the weight of the falling spider pulled it beyond its weight limit.

 

Mistlynn gasped, her grip on Thorin becoming vice like as she felt them plummet. She heard the loud thud of the spider hitting the ground before the rope grew taut again, jolting them to sudden and painful stop. They had dropped several feet when they lost the one rope.

 

Thorin groaned as the remaining ropes bit into the leather of their boots. He threw his head back, loosening one hand away from Mistlynn’s back as he attempted to reach for Orcist, just mere inches too short from grabbing the hilt.

 

“Hold on!” He heard Fili yell as he fought the still alive spider. The other spider that had run off was scurrying back a terrifying speed, right towards them as they still swung from the rope.

 

Kili released another arrow, embedding it into one of the spiders eyes, making it veer off course and run into a tree.

 

“Thorin!” Dwalin’s voice yelled over the screeching of the spiders. “Catch!”

 

Thorin reached his hand out to catch Orcist as Dwalin tossed it at him. He gripped the hilt and spun it deftly in his hand before twisting his body so that he could slice the rope with its blade. His arms tightened again, covering her head with his arm as they fell.

He extended his arm holding Orcist, curving his shoulders in to absorb as much of the fall with his body. They hit the mossy ground hard and rolled down the slight knoll.

 

Mistlynn was gasping as they came to a stop, finding herself pinned directly underneath him. He pushed himself up onto his elbows on either side of her head. “Are you alright?” He scanned her face quickly, looking for any sign of distress.

 

She nodded her head. “I’m okay.”

 

He nodded, appeased for the moment before he pushed himself up onto his knees and reached back to unravel their legs that were still tightly wrapped with the rope.

He jumped to his feet and pulled her quickly onto hers. “Stay here.” He ordered her firmly before he rushed off to join the others fighting the still rampaging spiders.

 

She watched wide eyed as they fought the two massive creatures. These two were proving harder to kill due to their daunting size. One of the guards got tossed into a tree when one of the spiders spun in retaliation. She winced as the guard crumbled to the ground, knocked unconscious from the impact.

 

A glint from the corner of her eye drew her attention. She looked over and saw Thorin’s boot dagger, still embedded in the moss. Her hand twitched in reflex. She looked back over at the ensuing fight, and she made up her mind. 

One of the spiders was dying, nearly all of its legs severed in the upturned earth while the other, the bigger of the two, was still fighting strong.

 

She was done standing at the sidelines. She was the reason why they were all in this mess. She would not be idle in this fight, She stood fully, ignoring the protests of her sore body and rolled her shoulders and neck.

She let out a steadying breath, calming her nerves before she launched herself into a sprint to grab dagger.

 

The spider reeled back onto its back legs, shrieking in outrage as its front legs flailed, attempting to knock the dwarves over. Dwalin’s spun his axe, clipping one of the bigger legs and severing off a chunk from it.

 

“This bastard is one of the biggest one's I’ve seen!” he grunted as he dodged another jabbing limb.

 

Kili shot another arrow and watched in dismay as it bounced off the spiders abdomen. “I’m almost out of arrows!”  

 

“Aim for its eyes!”  Thorin yelled before he rolled to the side, swinging out and nicking another leg.

 

“Since when do they have this thick of a skin?” Fili growled in exasperation.

 

“Focus on his legs. He can’t fight us with no bloody legs.” The spider squealed with a high pitch that made Thorin grit his teeth as it painfully cut through his eardrums as Orcist sliced one of the big legs clean off, making it lose its balance momentarily before it rose high on its remaining legs.

 

“Bleedin bastard!” Dwalin cursed as he swung his battle axe in preparation for the counterattack. “Now ‘es pissed!”

 

Another one of Kili’s arrows buried itself into one of its eyes, and the spider’s body convulsed with rage before it charged at them.

 

Mistlynn placed the cold metal of the dagger between her teeth as she began to scale the tree, despite the screaming muscles in her arms. The sounds of the bloody battle filled her ears as she glared at the thick branch that seemed to be miles above her.

 

She bit down on the blade as she pushed herself harder as she fought to find purchase on the slick, moss covered bark. She heard a shout of surprise and turned to look over her head to see Kili, who had run out of arrows, go flying into another guard as the spider lashed out viciously.

 

A snarl emitted in her throat as she climbed with a renewed fervor. She finally reached the thick branch and pulled herself up onto it and settled into a balanced crouch. She pulled the dagger from her mouth and held it firmly in her grasp before she began to slink across the branch.

 

She stopped at the midpoint of the branch, just as it began to bend with her weight. She looked down and found herself directly above the unsuspecting spider. Its back of its upper body was hairy yet appeared to be lacking the armor like shell that was making it rather difficult to kill from the ground.

 

Her nostrils flared as she braced herself, her hand clenching the dagger hilt in preparation before she launched herself off the branch and into a lethal freefall.

 

She fell exactly on the upper back of the spider, straddling its body perfectly between her thighs. Before the spider could arch up, she raised the dagger with both hands on the handle before plunging into the soft flesh of the spider.

 

The dwarrow’s mouths fell open in shock as they watched Mistlynn repeatedly plunge the dagger into the body of the spider with a fierce speed. Black blood splattered across her pale skin as the spider shrieked in agony as it convulsed in the beginning of its death throws. Its legs quaked as they collapsed, Mistlynn still stabbing the spider, landing one last death blow right through its head.

 

The spider collapsed instantly, and Mistlynn leaned over the dagger, her hands slick with the black blood as she fought to regain her breath.

 

“Great Yavanna.” One of the guards breathed in shocked awe as Mistlynn raised her head to look at them directly. Her gaze met Thorin’s as the adrenaline began to slow in her veins.

 

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” Fili smirked as Kili began to laugh. “That was insane! What you just did!”

 

Thorin sheathed Orcist and approached her quickly. “Are you alright?” he took in her shaking form as she came down from her fighting high.

 

“Y-yes. I am just tired of these demon spiders.” Her voice cracked as she stood on shaky legs and looked down in disgust at her hands. “Sorry about your dagger.” She muttered, as she looked at the unrecognizable head of the spider where the dagger was still lodged.

 

Dwalin approached as Thorin wretched the dagger out of the spider. “Bah, it will clean up nicely.”  His bushy eyebrows were raised as he appraised Mistlynn with a new level of respect. “Ye started this day off on my bad side but I think I can let that go after watchin that.”

 

Mistlynn tried to hide her grimace as she shifted her weight so that she could remove herself off the spiders back. “What a relief. Would hate to think I did all of that for nothing.”

 

“You dont seem alright.” Thorin accused as he watched her sluggish movements.

 

“You aren’t exactly a lightweight.” She joked, but she realized quickly it was the wrong thing to say as she watched his eyes widen in alarm.

 

He reached for her, but she batted his hand away. “I am joking. I am fine! Just give me a second to recuperate, yeah?”

 

“That reminds me, how did you both wind up in that snare?” Kili gave Thorin and Mistlynn a mischievous smirk as he began to pull his arrows out of the spider’s carcass.

 

Mistlynn groaned as Thorin shot Kili a warning look.

 

Fili huffed out a laugh. “I got to admit, that was the last thing I ever expected to see was the two of you hanging by your feet surrounded by spiders.”

 

Dwalin gave Thorin a sidelong look, while the dwarf king tried his hardest to avoid his friends questioning gaze.

 

“I stepped into it when I heard you guys yelling like a bunch of ninnies. He tried to pull me out of it but it caught him too. There? Satisfied?” Mistlynn set her hands defensively on her hips as she looked at both Fili and Kili before shooting a challenging look at each guard before settling on Dwalin.

 

“Now can we please leave this god’s forsaken forest?”  she could see they were all fighting to contain their smirks and laughter in the face of her irritation.

 

Only Thorin was looking at her with something akin to concern. Her stomach twisted at the thought. She couldn’t handle any more of this, she had to get away from him as soon as possible before she said or did anything else that would give away any glimpse of the turmoil she was dealing with inside. It was bad enough that he had seen her at her absolute worst after she lost his coronation present in the spider infested woods.

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[finnofamerica]

Insatiable - Dwalin X Reader X Thorin | Smut

Summary: In an effort to break up the monotony of your and Dwalin's sex life, the two of you agree to bring in a third for a night. Who is better than Dwalin's best friend?

Word Count: 1,976

Date Posted: 05.28.2023

TW: AFAB Language used, threesome, double penetration, mentions of somnophilia, anal, spitroast, oral, bondage (cuffs), Blindfolds.

Note: This is a D/s fic. Remember that kink is customizable, and there is no right way to do it as long as you’re keeping safe. We play here by Safe, Sane, and Consensual, but there is also Risk Aware Consensual Kink and Personal Responsibility, Informed Consensual Kink. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum; I am willing to answer any questions that I can.

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You were sure that everyone in Erebor knew of your husband’s appetite. His hunger was rivaled only by Bombur, though Dwalin worked it off in his battle training with the Kingsguard. When you were making the rounds with your deliveries, you loved to sit and watch all the handsome dwarves train. Your eyes always find their way back to your handsome husband. Though your absolute favorite days what Thorin and Dwalin’s “private” trainings, spectators including Thorin’s nephews and yourself. While you harbored no feelings for Thorin beyond the fondness of a good friend, you’d have to be blind not to be attracted to him. The two of them were often shirtless during their training sessions, and you had the opportunity to ogle the muscles on them both.  

You knew your husband bragged about you to his friends. You’d have to be deaf not to hear it because the man was neither subtle nor discreet. You knew he’d brag about having a woman who bakes because “The sweeter she eats, the sweeter she tastes.” You didn’t mind this, though it caused women to look at you with envy and most of the men to do the same with Dwalin. His bragging had turned your cunt into some mystical rumor that you were sure would be passed down through the ages until the rumor became legend. 

“Dwalin,” You rubbed the man’s shoulders after a long day of training. It was almost an act of worship the way that you knew he protected you. “I would like to try something different.” 

“Different, how?”

“Well, husband, it’s not that I’m disappointed with our lovemaking, it’s just that I’ve come to know what to expect, and we keep repeating the same patterns. I just think it would be nice to switch it up every now and again.” 

“Like adding another? I’ve seen the way that you eye Thorin during our training. I don’t think he’s enjoyed the love of a woman in many years, long before Smaug.” Dwalin suggested. 

“You know I don’t feel for Thorin.” 

“All the better. I won’t have to worry about his kingly ass stealing you from me. Would you like to invite Thorin in some time?”

From then on, Dwalin had his lips sealed. None of your efforts to coax the information out of him worked. He refused to tell you when Thorin would be joining your bedroom affairs. Nearly a full season had passed since the night you suggested bringing it up, and you worried that Dwalin had forgotten. 

The chill of winter soaked deep into the mountain that hardly even the forge furnaces could fight. The well-crafted living quarters were nice and toasty, and their fireplaces were well-stocked with wood from Tranduil’s domain. The fires burnt with the smell of nutmeg and allspice, hailing in the holidays when families gathered and feasted on slow-roasted boar. 

You dressed in one of your favorite outfits, heading down to the bakery where you worked alongside dwarven masters. They were initially unsure of a hobbit in their kitchens, but after a heaping batch of your lemon poppyseed scones, they changed their minds and welcomed you heartily. Given the holiday season, the kitchens were plenty busy preparing for the King’s Yuleblot ball. The bakers, the tailors, and all the chefs were quite busy preparing all the orders as Balin and Fili ran around making sure their shipments from across middle earth were in order. 

When Bunty, the head baker, came in with a cupcake just for you, you realized it was your birthday. You’d been so busy that you’d forgotten. Dwalin had forgotten. He’d never forgotten your birthday in all the years you’d been together. Normally he’d wake you up with his tongue; this morning, you’d woken up alone.

Dejected and beaten by a long day of baking, you’d managed to drag yourself back to your and Dwalin’s shared living space. You swung the heavy door open; Dwalin stood there naked as the day he was born. His impressive cock hung heavy between his thighs. 

“Dwalin!” You squealed, covering your eyes as your face heated. “Oh, stop this shying. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Dwalin spun you around, landing a swift slap to your ass.  He leaned down, relaxing you with his lips against your neck, kissing and biting along the way. “Strip and lay on the bed.” 

You didn’t have to be told twice to obey your husband’s direction. It was your honor to serve him as long as he continued to spoil you with his loving caress. He treated you like you were his goddess, regularly bringing you gifts and telling anyone and every one of your beauty. Dwalin kissed every inch of your naked body as he locked you in cuffs expertly crafted just for you. A gift for your anniversary.

You’d always heard of dwarves’ insatiable appetite. You hadn’t expected their sexual appetite to be just as insatiable. You could almost swear that you’d been in this room for days, locked in these special dwarven cuffs lined with fur. Dwalin spent his sweet time driving your anticipation through the roof, teasing you relentlessly with all the tools in his arsenal.

You whined, arching your back as a warm tongue and cool breath licked along your pussy. The light grazes of his beard scratching delightfully against your thighs. One wide calloused palm pushed against your lower stomach, increasing the sensation of the fingers stroking inside of you. Your lover knew every inch of your body but still took his time exploring every nook and cranny. 

A hand gently caressed your cheek, turning your face to the edge of the bed. 

“Come on, Darling, open up,” Dwalin coaxed you, making it abundantly clear that it was not your husband eating you out. You let your mouth fall open with a light moan. The fact that Dawlin was sharing you was even hotter than when he’d mentioned wanting to try it one day.  

The tip of his thick cock touched your lips, glossing salty precum over them. Slowly he fucked your mouth, warming you up as he edged closer and closer to the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Dwalin moaned, making whoever was between your legs chuckle. The vibration around your clit made you whine, arching further against his lips, hoping to increase your pleasure. 

“And tastes good, too,” The dwarf between your legs remarked, sounding pleased. His voice was so familiar, yet you couldn’t place it. You were too overcome with pleasure to care right now. You moaned around Dwalin’s cock; the overwhelming urge to please both men filled you. 

“Indeed,” Dwalin grunted, “Always happy to be used for her husband’s pleasure.” 

They were talking about you like you weren’t in the room, and you could practically feel yourself drip around the mystery dwarf’s fingers. 

“Such a greedy little cunt. May I fuck her, Dwalin?” 

“Aye, though you may never want any other pussy after.” 

The man between your legs slowly removed his fingers, noisily slurping up your juices. You heard the rustling of clothing being removed and thick, calloused hands adjusting your chained-up legs, so he could fit himself between them. His thick cock stretched you out as he slowly slid himself inside, making you gasp around the cock burying itself in your throat. 

Once the mystery man was fully seated inside you, he slowly pulled out until just his tip was still inside you, only to slam himself back into you. You squealed at the ferocity of it. He was fucking you like a man starved of this affection. Every stroke hits your G-spot, creating that familiar tightening sensation in your core. 

“That’s it, Amralimé,” Dwalin removed his saliva-coated cock from your mouth, allowing you to moan freely, volume increasing threefold. Lips attached themselves to your nipple, both the mystery man and Dwalin focusing their attention on your pleasure. “Are you gonna cum on his cock?” 

“Yes,” You whined, back arching, trying everything you could to increase your pleasure. “Please, may I?” 

“You may cum for your King.” 

Thorin?! It was clear to you now who the voice belonged to, and you wondered why you hadn’t placed it sooner. There was no one that Dwalin would trust with his wife other than his best friend. Your pussy quivered before releasing an explosion of pleasure through you. 

“That’s a good girl,” Thorin cooed in your ear as you clenched around him, hips twitching. You panted, collapsing back against the bed. 

“Oh, we’re not done with you yet,” Dwalin threatened you with a good time, the clinking of the cuffs being released from around your ankles. The two men gently flipped you over so you were on all fours. 

“You were right,” Thorin remarked, “I think this lady has ruined a world of pussy for me.” 

“Take her ass, Thorin. You’ll never know anything tighter.” 

Dwalin settled himself beneath you, easily supporting your weight as Thorin eased himself into your tight ass. It hurt, at first, a lot. Your tears were being absorbed by your silken blindfold. The whole time Dwalin comforted you through the pain, telling you what a good job you were doing and how good a girl you were being. 

After a beat, the pain eased as your tight ass got used to being stretched out around such a thick cock. Thorin slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of your ass as Dwalin lined himself up with the entrance of your pussy, using Thorin’s tempo to ease himself inside. The feeling of two cocks inside you was damn near overwhelming. It was otherwordly. It had you flying so high into blissful pleasure that you never wanted to come down. 

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Thorin groaned, thrusts growing uneven. Each of their mismatched thrusts made you moan and squeal. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by whimpering moans and grunts. “And I might’ve thought you were wrong for marrying a hobbit.” 

“I told you she felt better than any dwarven lass you’d find.” Dwalin had been bragging about his wife from the moment he’d met you. He knew that you were the one for him, and your sweet pussy was just a bonus. 

The playful ribbing was lost on your ears. You could swear that you ascended to the next world. The two made fine use of your holes, surely reaching ascension themselves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna breed her sweet ass,” Thorin grunted, trying his best to maintain a steady pace. He didn’t want to blow his load too soon. Besides, he knew better than to breed another man’s woman without permission. 

“Aye, have her ass. She’ll not be pregnant by you either way.” 

Thorin’s hips stuttered as he gripped yours, burying himself deep within your ass. You could feel his cock twitch as he spilled his load. Dwalin followed suit, moaning your name as he filled you with his seed. It was any wonder how he’d not gotten you pregnant by now. 

They both slowly eased themselves out of you, and unable to support yourself any longer, you collapsed on your husband’s chest. He pulled down your blindfold, allowing you to gaze upon his gruff, handsome face. Dwalin unlocked your cuffs, kissing both of your wrists and holding you tightly, while Thorin when to warm a wet rag and clean up the semen that was dripping out of you. 

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you chose Thorin.” You remarked sleepily, exhaustion now seeping through your over-expended body. Thorin gently pressed the rag to your pussy, then your anus, the heat easing the dull ache the men had left behind. 

“Well, someone needed to get him laid,” Dwalin chuckled heartily. 

“Happy birthday, Miss Y/n.” Thorin finished dressing, leaving Dwalin to tend to you for the rest of the night. 

“Happy Birthday, Amralimé”

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[y97dgu]

ahem... i drew thorin relaxing... oh and shirtless

[fantasyinallforms]

Really stepped out of my comfort zone on this one, but I'm happy with the way it turned out!

Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event! ~~~~~

Day 7- Bilbo/Thorin/Dwalin- Multiple partners

He told himself that he followed to make sure they were safe. It was a lie to make himself feel better about the fact that he had every intention of spying on his king and burglar's tryst. The first time it had happened was an accident. They had been gone for long enough he was getting worried. He didn’t realize that the hobbit's lustful cries or the strong grunts from Thorin would be enough to bring his body to full attention. They had been on the road for months with little privacy and no time to blow off steam, and he could admit he was itching to find a good release.

Dwalin stopped when he heard their voices and backed himself up to a large tree. Bilbo was already whimpering. He closed his eyes and took himself out of his pants, ears completely tuned into the sound. If he had been paying better attention, he would have noted that there were none of Thorin’s sounds to accompany them. When he opened his eyes, they focused on the form of his king wearing little more than a tunic and loose trousers. He was crossing his arms, and his face was a mix between amused and annoyed. Dwalin froze and hastily tried to right himself. 

“Thorin I-I…” Thorin held up his hand to silence him. 

“Thorin, you had better start talking. He looks like he might be sick if you keep him like this.” Bilbo’s voice sounded from his right. There was no annoyance in his tone, only humor. “It’s alright, Dwalin. You’re allowed to want to blow off steam, and the joys of the road don't provide a lot of opportunities or inspiration.” He let go of the breath he was holding and turned to look at Bilbo. He almost wished he didn’t because his flagging cock was back to full attention. Bilbo was shirtless with his trousers undone in the front and hair askew. His body's reaction did not go unnoticed. “Would you like to join us?” Bilbo asked innocently. Dwalin’s eyes went wide, and he looked immediately at Thorin.

“I don’t see why not if Bilbo is alright with it. Though my focus will be more on pleasing Bilbo,” Thorin answered his unspoken question. Dwalin thought he might be in a dream and would wake up in a few moments only to realize he had spilled in his pants. But the way Bilbo was now touching him did not feel like a dream. Small, delicate hands traced the tattoos on his large chest, and soft, warm lips accompanied those touches. He let his hands wander instinctively up Bilbo’s sides and watched Thorin step behind the burglar to trap him between them, lavishing his attention on the soft skin of his lover's neck. Dwalin was swallowing Bilbo’s moans and caressing Thorin’s hair. 

Those hands that were exploring his tattoos were now pulling out his cock. When Bilbo had him completely out and hard, he turned to Thorin to do the same to him before dropping to his knees. He hoped Thorin knew how lucky he was that he got to enjoy the attentions of this tempting, soft creature all the time. There was something about Bilbo that inspired devotion, that made his attention valuable. Thorin was the same in that way. The untouchable prince he was lucky enough to befriend. 

Bilbo looked incredibly small, sitting with his legs splayed on the floor, a cock in each hand. He turned his attention to Thorin first, running his tongue along his king's large cock. They were both quite big. Arguably the biggest in the company. How he managed to take a cock he couldn’t even fully wrap his hand around was baffling, but he must because he had heard their coupling many times before, and it was very clear who the receiver was. When Bilbo deemed he had paid Thorin enough attention, that wicked tongue was turned on him. The skill of that clever mouth was not just for witty remarks. Bilbo couldn’t take all or even most of him fully in his mouth, but he was kissing and swirling his tongue enough that Dwalin had to grip Thorin’s shoulders so as not to buck. It didn't help any, that at least once Bilbo intentionally gagged himself on his cock, sending a bolt to his very core. He came off of him with a wet pop and looked up again at them glassy-eyed. He didn't even get a chance to react before Thorin pulled Bilbo up and stuck his tongue down his throat. Dwalin enjoyed the show and jerked himself to the knowledge that what his king was tasting was his pre cum that Bilbo had so eagerly lapped up moments before. 

Thorin seemed to have enough of the slow pace they had set. He was stripping Bilbo of the remainder of his clothes, relieving the flush pink cock, crowned by hair to match his head. Thorin pinned Bilbo to the tree and lifted one of his legs for easier access to his entrance. Perhaps his king was moving too fast. 

“Should you not get oil?” Dwalin noted worriedly. Thorin stopped his advances. 

“I almost forgot you haven't experienced the joys of hobbits.” Thorin motioned him closer. “Male and female hobbits alike become slick when aroused. Normally, Bilbo would need no preparation, but I am careful given my size.” Thorin stuck two fingers deep into Bilbo, who keened loudly. 

“Please, please, someone stick their cock in me, or I might lose my mind,” Bilbo begged. Dwalin wanted so badly to acquiesce. Bilbo was dripping, slick, clearly running down his thighs. He knew that if the inside of him was half as soft as the outside, it would be pure bliss. Thorin leaned into Bilbo, shielding his face from view, and after a few unintelligible whispers, Thorin motioned for Dwalin to stand with his back to the tree. When he did so, Thorin picked Bilbo up and pressed him between them. 

“Do not finish in him, do you understand?” Thorin commanded. Dwalin nodded his understanding before he realized what was about to happen. The king grabbed his cock and lined it up with Bilbo’s entrance, then slowly released the hobbit's weight. He groaned as Bilbo settled onto him, relishing in the feeling. He had been wrong. Bilbo’s walls were twice as soft. He was also tight and warm. Bilbo’s voice hitched as his body welcomed the new intrusion, turning into high-pitched mewls as Dwalin gripped him tighter for more control. When he regained his senses, he took Bilbo from Thorin entirely, the hobbit's legs draped over his arms as he held him. When Thorin was sure he had Bilbo's weight, he took his time kissing his face and whispering Khuzdul endearments until BIlbo’s body was done adjusting. When Dwalin was ready to move, Thorin ducked down and swallowed the hobbit's cock, just as he thrust into him. It made Bilbo scream, and his insides flutter. In awe, he watched his cock disappear into Bilbo over and over, getting more vicious and sure with every thrust. 

“Dwalin, yes! I wish I could take both of you!” Bilbo’s breathing got heavy, and with little warning, he came with a shattered cry. Bilbo’s little body tensed around him, and his willpower nearly faltered. With Thorin’s warning clear in his mind, he had to quickly set Bilbo down and pull out. Bilbo lost his balance and fell to all fours with a whimper of need that didn't go unanswered for long. Thorin was right next to him with a reassuring hand in his hair, and when he had given enough gentle kisses, he turned Bilbo around and fucked into him. Dwalin took over kissing Bilbo and caressing his small face. Eventually, He guided his head down, and Bilbo eagerly started sucking on his cock. Every thrust from Thorin propelled Bilbo forward onto him. Bilbo looked a wreck. His face was glistening with sweat and saliva. His cheeks flushed, and he looked, for lack of a better term, claimed. The thought of Bilbo gulping down his seed like the hungry little slut he was acting like sturred something in him. 

“Please, Bilbo, tell me where I’m allowed to cum.” Dwalin grit out. Bilbo didn't even give a verbal resonance; he just opened his mouth, wider eyes pleading. A quick look at his king told him Thorin wouldn't last much longer himself, and so Dwalin fisted his hand in Bilbo’s hair, anchoring him in place and spent in his mouth hard enough to see stars. Thorin, at nearly the same time, emptied himself as deep in Bilbo as he could go with a snarl. There was enough cum that it leaked out the side of Bilbo's mouth, and the greedy hobbit licked it off his lips like it was candy. 

Not for the rest of his long, long life would Dwalin forget the image of a blissed-out Bilbo Baggins dripping from both ends in dwarven cum.     

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While I am happy, I wrote this and I got to try something new, I don't think I'll write this pairing ever again. That said, I don't half-ass anything, so I put everything I could into this.

[ithrilyann]

This is Weta concept art OP was talking about. The tattoo is not two axes, but two stylized ravens facing away from each other.

I was…very intrigued by the chest tattoo I spotted on Thorin in one of his official concept arts. Here’s a post with the picture. It’s a tiny picture and it is kind of hard to see what exactly the tattoo is (I thought it was a big heart at first, ahaha), but I’m pretty sure it’s two stylized axes…? So yeah I really wanted to draw it and this is totally not an excuse to google things like “shirtless men” and “Richard Armitage shirtless” or anything nope.

[the-golden-oath]

Between Your Heart and Mine

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Summary:

From the Carrock to the town of Esgaroth on Long Lake, Thorin’s heart yearns for its song and Bilbo wishes she were better at singing.

Words: 10,302

Chapters: 3/3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Fíli & Kíli, Bilbo Baggins & Bofur, Bilbo Baggins & Beorn

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Gandalf (Tolkien), Thorin's Company, Beorn, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, plucked the orc and eagles scene from the movie and dropped it into mostly book canon, Female Bilbo Baggins, Female Thorin Oakenshield, half of the company is women bc I can do what I want, Thorin’s shirtless for about 2 mins, The company ships it, Female Beorn, Dwarven Ones | Soulmates, Conversations, Music, Love Confessions, I’m still salty they didn’t let the company have their musical instruments in the movie, I also gave thorin more of a beard than in the movies but less than in the book

[nijiimura]

when i was 13 years old and deep into my hobbit obsession my friend and i went to the mall and i wanted a new phone case for my iphone 3gs so we walked to one of those middle of the mall aisle kiosks and picked a phone case and the man there took the case out of the packaging and put it on my phone and went to show me how it looked however he hit my lock button and revealed my wallpaper which was fanart of thorin oakenshield shirtless hands bound and oiled up and 11 years later it still haunts me

[filiandkiliaremyhomeboys]

The Halls of Awaiting - A Mournful Reunion

Kili slowly opened his eyes, and found himself looking at a wall of stone. His vision was blurry and his head hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. Slowly his eyesight straightened out, and he realized it was a tall, arched   ceiling. He couldn't remember anything, in fact it took him a moment to realize he'd regained movement in his limbs. Slowly he pushed himself up  into a sitting position. He was in a bed with fine linens on it, and  his armor and items lay on a small table and chair beside the bed.

That's when he realized it. He had just been in a battle.

He began to look around  uneasily, where was Tauriel? He sat up all the way and began to toss  away the warm blankets over himself and onto the floor as he struggled  to get up. He rushed to his gear nearly falling over, and hastily began  to dress himself. What had happened? Where was she? Where was his love?  His blood boiled with hatred for the Orc he'd been fighting; how dare he  lay a hand on her, he thought. He finally got his trousers on and his  belt, but had to stop for a breath. He was still quite weak. He put both  his hands on his head and pushed his dense hair out of his eyes and let  out a long and weary sigh, and for a moment, instead of fighting the  confusion, he let it sink in and muddle his brain.

He looked across the  room to the arched doorway where his brother, Fili, stood with his arms  crossed and an eyebrow raised. "It gets easier." He said to Fili,  walking over and putting a hand on his bare shoulder.

"What does?" Fili croaked,

Kili's eyes dropped for a  moment, then he cleared his throat nervously; he thought his brother  knew. "Functioning again. It just takes a little while."

"Kili, what do you mean?" Fili asked with an expression of stone,

A dark, husky voice came from the doorway, "Fili, my boy, we're dead."

He looked up to see the  stern expression of Thorin, and tears welled up in his eyes. This isn't  true, he thought to himself. It's impossible. He went to Thorin who put  both hands on his nephew's shoulders, and standing there he knew, though  it didn't seem or feel right, that it simply must be true. He took a  ragged breath and looked at the floor, "Where is she?" he asked,

"She's not here." Thorin said, "And though it means you cannot be together, it does mean she made it."

Kili walked over and put his head on his brothers. "You saved her."

Fili looked up at both  of them and offered a pathetic looking smile. He was supposed to be  strong, he was a warrior. But he felt as though his insides were  crumbling into nothing but dust. He knew this meant he was in the Halls  of Mandos, where everyone went when they died. Admittedly, he wasn't  sure dwarfs were allowed in or not, as in his travels he heard many  things that contradicted what he was taught as a boy. He looked around  the room again, and noticed all the intricate details in the stonework;  yes, this certainly was a room made for a Dwarf. He let out a sigh, "I  think I need some time."

Thorin nodded, and he  and Fili left silently. Kili sat on the bed and let out a sob in  despair, hoping they were far enough away that they couldn't hear him  cry. His world was crashing down around him, and there was no way out.  He cradled his head in his hands and continued to cry, longing for his  one and only love, Tauriel. What would he do without her? "You were  stupid." he said aloud, "She's a beautiful elf. She's immortal. Even if  she dies she's still immortal."

He stood up, trying to  loosen his stiff joints. He looked around the room, hating it. Hating  the entire place. Hating himself. He walked over to the mirror and  stared at himself. A shirtless, ragged, crying mess of a Dwarf, he  thought to himself. He sniffled and tried to compose himself a bit, but  to no avail. It made him feel worse when he suppressed his tears.  "There's nothing that can fix this... Nothing I can do."

"Nothing."

[enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog]

**Best of intentions - random snippet - beginning - playing with interaction and slow burn.

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Mistlynn had risen with the sun that next morning. Rosalyn had been waiting eagerly at the front of her shop, holding fresh cheese danishes for their breakfast. Her new friend was jittery with a nervous excitement as they made their way to the outside training grounds. She shared her excitement, eager to see something she was familiar with and curious to see how the Dwarrow trained in Erebor.

“Promise you won’t judge me when I point him out to you?” Rosalyn pleaded; her excitement soon turned into anxiety that grew with each passing moment as they approached the seating that was placed outside of the rings. Sounds of metal clashing against metal, harsh grunts and yells of exertion echoed and grew louder.

“Of course I won’t!” Mistlynn admonished. “You listened to me drone on about my current frustrations last night. The least I can do is support you with yours.”

Rosalyn sighed as she stuffed the final bit of her danish in her mouth. She chewed quickly as she grumbled around bits of pastry. “Frustration is right. He didn’t even come by this morning, and I set aside a cinnamon roll for him! It’s pathetic, me thinking that he could be my One when he is a member of the royal court. And I am just a bakers daughter who happens to know how to make a decent pastry.”

“Hey now, none of that.” Mistlynn scolded. “You're baking is amazing. Your cinnamon rolls alone could bring any Dwarrow to his knees in supplication.”

“Such dramatic flair this morning.” Rosalyn sighed as she stepped up onto the lower benched seating that surrounded the training rings. Above them in the higher levels sat a group of poshly dressed Dams, their hair and makeup done with painstaking perfection.

Mistlynn tore her eyes from them to whisper into her friends ear. “Am I missing something? Looks like they stepped out of some romance story.”

Rosalyn scoffed. “They are crown chasers. They follow the King and his nephews around like a gaggle of puffed-up geese. Pay them no mind.”

Mistlynn heard taunting whispers and giggles coming from behind her, no doubt criticizing her choice of wardrobe and loose hair. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, as she looked forward to focus on the warriors fighting. She nearly swallowed her tongue when she recognized who was fighting in the ring in front of them. She blinked rapidly as she fought to register that the Dwarrow’s were shirtless, and it was Thorin and Dwalin dueling.

She licked her dry lips as she looked over at Rosalyn questioningly. The blonde baker was resting her chin against the palm of her hand as she sat forward with her elbows on her knees. “The King?” Mistlynn whispered hoarsely into her friends ear, a sudden heavy dread filling her stomach.

Rosalyn snorted. “Oh goodness no! Not that he isn’t nice to look at. But no, it is his cousin. Lord Dwalin.” She trailed off, her voice getting quieter as if she was scared that others would overhear her confession.

Mistlynn couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips as the tenseness in her chest lightened slightly. She looked back as she watched them fight. It was impressive to watch, leaving no doubts that they were worthy of their fame.  She couldn't take her eyes off of him as she watched Orcist slice through the air effortlessly, if not with a sharp sense of lethal grace. Dwalin deflected his counterattacks with ease. It was obvious that they were bantering back and forth, by the way they smirked and gestured at each other. Mistlynn couldn’t help but be drawn in, biting her bottom lip to stop a smile from showing on her face as Thorin blocked Dwalin before deftly spinning and knocking him off balance. Thorin’s laugh echoed as Dwalin rolled quickly in the dirt, blocking Thorin’s attempt to make him yield.

She bit her bottom lip as she allowed her gaze to roam down his exposed skin. She had never seen a Dwarrow’s bare torso. They always trained in times the weather wasn’t harsh, but never warm enough to want to remove ones base layers.

Powerful. That was the word that came to her mind. He seemed to be chiseled from the finest stone, the scars and tattoos that covered his chest and shoulders further proof of his true might as a formidable warrior. The tattoos continued down both his arms in intricately drawn knots and runes, stopping at his wrists. His muscles moved languidly under his skin, making her swallow thickly and squirm slightly in her seat. She wanted to hate him, despise the hold and affect he had on her, but she knew it would never be possible to. She despised how this new feeling stirred deep within her, growing even more ravenous with each passing day, becoming hotter with each encounter they tried so hard to avoid.

“It’s hard to look away, isn’t it.” Rosalyn giggled dreamily. “I can’t even fully blame those blood sucking bats for ogling. I have no right to be as jealous as I am at the notion of them salivating over him.”

Mistlynn couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. She partially blamed the smoldering fire of conflicting emotions that raged within her. They needed to escape somehow, and it felt good to allow herself to laugh. She wasn’t the only one admiring someone she knew she couldn't have. It was freeing as Rosalyn joined her in her laughter. They earned some scathing looks from the twittering dams that sat behind them, but they didn’t care.

Her laughter caught in her throat abruptly when she found Thorin’s eyes catching hers with a mixture of disbelief and confusion churning in their glowing depths. She watched Thorin’s brows furrow as he slightly lowered Orcist, seemingly forgetting the very important fact that he was in the middle of a spar.

It also didn’t register to Dwalin, until it was too late, that his friend and King was entirely distracted. A sound and punishing punch landed on Thorin’s unprotected jaw, knocking him completely off his feet. He hit the ground hard with his back first, sliding a couple feet before his legs joined the rest of his body in the dirt. His arms were splayed out, Orcist spinning away from his limp, outstretched hand as the dust settled.

A collective gasp joined Mistlynn’s as she jumped to her feet, her hands covering her mouth as she watched Dwalin rush to his side. She hadn’t noticed that Fili and Kili along with the rest of Thorin’s closest friends that were known as “The Company”, had been sitting along the fence of the training pen. They dashed to join Dwalin, effectively circling and shielding the prone King from prying eyes.

“I’ve never seen him get hit, let alone knocked out before!” Rosalyn gasped as she stood with Mistlynn.

Dread settled into her gut. She wasn’t sure if anyone else had seen, but for a fleeting moment they had held eye contact, and that is what distracted him. She had no idea how he managed to hear her laugh from that distance, but she knew without a doubt that she was the reason why he had lost his focus.

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 *Thorin*

It had been a good morning so far. He loathed that he had not been able to give Mistlynn the peonies last night. After Dis had left his office, he had started walking to her room. He had paced outside of her door for several minutes, earning him many an inquisitive look from a couple guards and the maids finishing up their days work. He had continued to his room, admitting defeat once he had worked himself up into mess of frazzled nerves. They were still sitting in a vase on the table in his quarters this morning. He was hoping after a good morning of drills he would be able to deliver them to the dam that was slowly but surely driving him mad.

For the most part, he had gotten out of his head and was enjoying the rush that came with dueling Dwalin and his nephews. As iron sharpens iron, he had pushed himself especially hard that morning. After thoroughly sparring with Fili and Kili, Dwalin had stepped in, eager to match his energy.

“The lads were talkin about how they saw their King carryin a bushel of pink flowers. Mahal, your growin as soft and Bombur’s dinner rolls!” Dwalin teased mercilessly as they circled each other. After a couple rounds, they had tossed their sweat soaked tunics.

Their swords clashed as they rushed each other. “Didn’t realize you would be so jealous.” Thorin ground out before moving out of the lock Dwalin had him in, allowing him to take a couple offensive strikes.

Dwalin chuckled as he deflected with ease as he stepped back. “With yer little hive of yer aspirin queen bee’s that have been titterin over ye this mornin… I thought that just maybe ya pulled yer head out of yer arse and went after that bonnie little warrior of yers.”

Thorin threw his head back and laughed incredulously as he managed to trip Dwalin. His grin was wolfish as he watched Dwalin regain his footing. “She isn’t my little warrior. Besides, don’t you have your own little tart waiting for you? Once you pull your head out of your arse I might consider following suit.”  

It was in that moment, he heard her. It was a real laugh, one that stemmed from a source of joy. His heart caught in his chest at the beautiful sound, and his found himself searching for her in the seats provided for onlookers.

He found her quickly. She was sitting next to the baker that had captured his stubborn cousins heart, and she was breathtaking. Her head was thrown back as she laughed, her friend giggling beside her. Rosalyn, he reminded himself. His cousin’s One, sitting next to his, seemingly the best of friends.

Her gorgeous curly locks flowed freely down her back, glowing in the warm rays of the morning sun. She was beaming, her cheeks flushed, and her green eyes glittered with happiness.

Mahal, she’s beautiful.

Her gaze caught his and time seemed to slow. How was it she was more breathtaking every time he laid eyes on her?

He watched her emerald eyes grow wide, her full lips opening as if gasping. Why did she look so startled? He couldn't fully process that thought as something plowed into the side of his jaw, and he found himself flying backwards. He saw the bright blue sky of the morning, before his breath was stolen from his lungs as his body connected to the ground with a resounding force. Apparently, it only took a second for all of this to transpire.

His ears began to ring as he lay there, confused. He heard distant shouts and shrieks; muffled and distorted as if he was laying under water. The ringing became louder as a pounding pulse began to form in his head. He blinked slowly, trying to shake away the throbbing that was starting to pulse on his jaw. He groaned as he shut his eyes. ‘Sar em Gabura’. He growled; his teeth clenched.

“Mahal faslmaganu zharmur[KA1] !” He heard Dwalin’s rough brogue hiss from above him. “Wha were ya thinkin! Ye bleedin fool!”

“Hit me hard enough, ya troll brain?” He hissed as reality began to set in. He had lost focus, something he was constantly berating Fili and Kili on. Now, he found himself flat on his back with a splitting headache and throbbing jaw. Perfect.

He cracked open his eyes and saw the outline of ten heads surrounding him. Gloved hands came into his sight as a crooked, U-shaped hat floated above him. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He heard Bofur’s amused voice. He squinted, as if that would stop the blurry fingers from swaying back and forth.

“I am not answering that.” His words came out slurred. He knew than that if he said he counted six, he would be carted off to Oin’s infirmary.

“Mahal’s beard Dwalin! He can’t even talk straight; you walloped him good.” He heard Bofur admonish the very irate Captain.

“A dwarfling could ave blocked tha hit. Not like I snuck up on im!” Dwalin grumbled.

“Och now, he will be right as rain in a moment. Leave im be.” Gloin chastised Dwalin as he knelt down on the other side of Thorin.

“He literally wiped the ring with my sorry arse just this morning, lecturing me on not focusing.” Kili laughed, as he stood up quickly to avoid the arm Dwalin swung in his direction.

“Smart ass. Just you wait until I get up.” Thorin groaned as he forced him arms to move and rest on the top of his chest.

“I hate to break it to you Thorin, but the entire royal court just watched you get ram rodded by your Captain of the Guard.” Nori mused, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

“Exactly why he is the bloody Captain of my bloody guard.” Thorin growled as he braced his forearms on the ground and forced himself to sit up. His stomach churned as the sky and ground rolled around him. “He’s the only one who can best me.”  

“Easy now! There is no rush.” He heard Dori titter nervously from the other side of him.

He heard Kili gasp dramatically as he nudged Bofur with his elbow. If his jaw wasn’t throbbing as if it was going to fall off, he would of ground his teeth together. “She’s here.” Kili’s tone was smug. Bofur began to snicker as he wagged his busy eyebrows at his comrades.

Mahal, there is no way she witnessed that. Thorin groaned as he rolled onto his knees. He felt Fili and Dwalin grab ahold of his biceps.

“Who is here?” Dori sounded intrigued, directing his question towards a smug Kili, and still snickering Bofur.

“No one.” Thorin hissed as he pushed himself up onto his feet. He staggered slightly before Fili and Dwalin steadied him.

“That’s going to be one beauty of a bruise.” Fili teased good naturedly. “Any other dwarf would have had his head knocked clean off.”

“I don’t think that’s helping matters lad.” Gloin snickered. “Especially with his lady watchin.”

“She isn’t my bleedin lady.” Thorin spat. “Sun blinded me for a brief moment.” His denial was useless, and he knew it. More than just his jaw was bruised, his pride was throbbing as well. He chanced a subtle glance towards the onlooker seats. The dams were standing and whispering fervently amongst themselves, their fans a blur of colors that made his eyes hurt.

Then he saw her, standing next to Rosalyn, her face pinched with worry as she watched him sway on his feet. He felt his face flush with a hot shame. He rubbed a heavy hand against his screaming jaw, wincing as his hands came in contact with the dark bruise already forming on his face. He sighed in exasperation. “What in Durin’s name is she doing here?”

“Blinded by the sun my arse. Blinded by your lassie is more like it.” Dwalin snorted. Apparently Thorin had spoken his last thought aloud.

Mahal, he needed to get out of here. “Fili. Hand me my tunic and Orcist please.” He whispered with a grimace as he took a step forward. He rolled his neck and shoulders back, trying to get his range of motion back and clear his eyesight before his comrades got the idea to carry him out of the training arena. “The rest of you, continue with your drills. I’ll be fine to walk back myself.”  

They all began to protest at once. He held his hand up, trying to pin them all with a firm glare. “I’ll walk you back Irak’adad.” Fili walked up to him with his discarded tunic and Orcist. “The only ones I couldn’t best were you and Dwalin. I’ve fulfilled my drills for today.”

Thorin grumbled as he snuck a look back towards Mistlynn. He caught her walking off, following Rosalyn as they stepped down from the seating area. At the last moment she looked over her shoulder, once again catching his gaze. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but her gaze softened as an apologetic smile twisted her lips. In another blink, she was gone. He sighed heavily as he chastised himself again under his breath.

“Uncle. You alright? You're mumbling.” Fili’s voice startled him. He hadn’t realized that he had walked up alongside him, holding out his shirt for him to grab. Orcist was sheathed and slung over his shoulder along with his own sword,

“Make sure the stubborn git walks it off righ.” Dwalin barked, not fully able to disguise his concern as he watched Thorin slowly pull on his tunic.

“Quit clucking at me and finish the drills.” Thorin groused back as he took Orcist back from Fili.

“Do you want to stop by the infirmary?” Fili watched in concern as Thorin gingerly pulled his tunic back on.

Thorin started to shake his head but stopped the movement when his neck and shoulder muscles protested the movement. “No. I’ll go to my room. Take a moments rest.”

“Are you alright, my king?” A sultry voice drifted down from the stands as they started to walk towards the exit.

“All is well ladies. No need for any concern. The king has a lot to accomplish today.” Fili grinned charmingly, making them all giggle and bat their lashes demurely.

Thorin groaned as their giggles grated on his diminishing patience. “We are going to have to change our training schedule again.” He grumbled.

Fili laughed. “Or if you just accepted your One, they would no longer follow you around like a prized steed to be won.”

Thorin’s answering glare would have been lethal to anyone else, but Fili was immune to the silent threat. He grinned widely as he waggled his eyebrows. “As Amad says, the two of you will make beautiful dwarflings.”

Thorin scoffed. “Your Amad is a meddling royal pain in my backside. She should be concentrating on helping you find your One and quit trying to force my hand.”

“I am still young and have a lot of time. Your One is here within your reach and you keep barking at her like she’s one of those annoying crown chasers.”

Thorin grumbled under his breath. “I am done discussing this. Will you just please keep this from your Amad for now? At least until my head is done ringing?”

“Fair enough Irak’adad. Shall I fetch you something cold for your jaw?”

Thorin groaned as he was reminded that his jaw was still pulsing angrily. “I will not tell you no.”

Fili snorted. “Very well. I’m sure Bombur has something that would suffice without alerting Balin or Oin.”

**

He walked as quickly as possible, trying to avoid the quicker yet busier route so he wouldn’t garner too much attention to himself.  Curious looks along with hushed gasps followed him as he made his way to his quarters. He was thankful that everyone kept their distance despite the alarming sight he knew he looked.

His head was pounding by the time he reached his rooms. He sighed in relief as he closed the door behind him, the dark and coolness of his room a welcome reprieve. He placed Orcist on the entry table and trudged to the oversized armchair by the simmering fireplace. He collapsed fully into the seat and his body went limp.

It had been many decades since he had been clobbered in the jaw, but this time was a first for him to be punched out due to distraction.

Distraction from a lass, no less.

He groaned as he slouched further into the chair. There had been witnesses to his distraction, his comrades knew what had caused it. And by the way she had looked at him, worried and a little embarrassed, either by him or for him he couldn’t tell, she knew all too well that she was the cause of it.

His door creaked open quietly, before it was shut again. He could tell it was Fili by the way his steps fell, He heard a sharp intake of breath as Fili stopped by his side. “There is no question that Dwalin got you good. Your entire side is bruised Irak’adad. Are you sure you don’t want Oin to look at it?”

Thorin peeled his eyes open to look up at him. “I’m fine. Nothing is broken, I would be able to tell if something was.”

Fili held out a cooled slice of steak. “This was the coldest thing I could find.”

Thorin nodded his thanks as he took the meat and gingerly placed it on his swelling jaw. His eyes closed as he let out a sigh of relief as the cold meat soothed the angry bruise. “Thank you, Fili. Would you mind covering for me in the meeting today. Tell them something came up that I could not ignore.”

Fili snorted. “Of course. Are the documents in your office?”

“Balin has them. He will be there early so he will be able to give you a quick summation of what will be discussed.” Thorin spoke lowly, trying to minimize the movement of his jaw.

After a moment of silence, he heard Fili’s weight shift on his feet. “Why do you still have those flowers?”

Thorin’s brows furrowed in confusion for a brief moment before he remembered what flowers, and who they were meant for. In irritation he growled lowly. “I tried to give them to her last night, but she wasn’t in her quarters, and it didn’t feel right to leave them at her door.” He hissed, cursing the fact the flowers were still there and that he had forgotten them entirely.

He heard Fili trying to not chuckle. He frowned. “What, dear nephew, is so funny?” He opened the one eye on his uninjured side. Fili was looking at him with a bright grin on his face. “Not you too. Don’t say a bleeding word.” Thorin growled reproachfully.

“It’s just that first, you had a cut on your chin from her knocking you out during that chase when we first brought her back here, and now you have a bruised jaw from her distracting you at the training ring. And you have a big bouquet of flowers you saw her admiring in your room. I’ve never seen you so…” Fili trailed off as he watched his uncle raise an eyebrow as if daring him to finish that sentence. Fili shook his head, a smile still on his face.

“Never mind. I’m sure it will all work out in the end. Amad said it did with her and Adad.”  

Thorin groaned. “That was different Fili.”

“How so? She’s your One and its obvious she drives you to distraction, and you, of all Dwarrow’s are never driven to distraction.”

“You're going to be late for that meeting with Balin and the council.” Thorin gave him a pointed look masterfully with just one eye.

Fili’s grin grew wider as he patted his uncle on the shoulder. “I’ll check in on you later.”  

“No need.” Thorin groused as she shifted to a more comfortable position in his chair. “I’m perfectly fine and capable of taking care of myself.”

He heard Fili let out a long-suffering sigh before he excited his room. Silence fell around him like a heavy blanket. “Thank the merciful gods.” He sighed to no one in particular. He let himself drift, the cool meat calming his physical wounds, but his heart wasn’t so easily consoled.

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