#skin changer Bilbo

[theworldsoftolkein]

Thunder on the Mountain - by Levi Hoffmeier (Beorn attacks Bolg’s advanced guard on Ravenhill)

"In that last hour Beorn himself had appeared... He came alone, and in bear's shape, seeming to have grown almost gigantic in his wrath. The roar of his voice was like drums... tossing wolves & goblins from his path like straws & feathers. He fell upon their rear breaking like a clap of thunder through the ring.

The dwarves were making a stand still about their lords upon a low rounded hill. Then Beorn stooped & lifted Thorin, who had fallen pierced with spears, bearing him out of the fray. Swiftly he returned & his wrath was redoubled, so that nothing could withstand him & no weapon seemed to bite upon him. He scattered the bodyguard, pulling down Bolg himself, crushing him."

- The Hobbit

" -The Hobbit

[starks-hero]

The Beauty of Chance

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Dúnedain!Reader

Summary: Whilst finding respite in Beorn's home, certain relevations are had. Or; you and Thorin do a little more than just talk things through.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: feather-light smut, the reader smokes a pipe

a/n: Reader is Dúnedain because I'm physically incapable of writing a middle earth fic where the reader isn't Dúnedain. Once again I used Irish as a replacement for the Dúnedain's native tongue because trying to translate Númenórean Sindarin is a nightmare :)

Beorn's home offered a sense of comfort and safety of the likes you hadn't felt since leaving the Shire. The high walls eased your nerves and you found your hand no longer instinctively reached for your sword. It served as a quaint port amidst the storm, a chance to catch your breath. And it had come long overdue.

After a breakfast sweetened with berries and honey and made up of foods far finer than anything you'd seen since passing Bree, you decided on spending the morning exploring Beorn's home in all its subtle splendor.

Everything seemed to dwarf you in size, from the furniture to the settlement itself. It was an odd feeling, one that stirred up a strange sense of nostalgia; wandering into your father's forge as a child and toying with tools far too large for small hands. You supposed it also offered a glance into the life of your companions.

You reached to undo the lock to the back door, vowing to never poke fun at Bilbo's height again when the plank of wood fell snugly back into the lock despite your best efforts.

You passed through the stables instead, petting the manes of the mares that resided there as you did.

The gardens, just like the rest of the skin changer's dwellings, were evidently tended to with no shortage of care. A small warren of rabbits dozed comfortably in the ryegrass and blooming flowers brushed your knees. You simply stood among it all for a moment, feeling the soil beneath your feet and the sweetened air in your lungs.

The outskirts of the garden were bordered by two oak trees, mature and proud. Their canopy provided a small shadowed patch and you quickly found respite against its bark and beneath its leaves.

With the company out of sight, you breathed a pained sigh.

Your muscles ached and your body felt stiff. It was somewhat difficult to convince it to relax after so long spent prepared to fight at a moment's notice. Shifting against the tree bark, you undid your shirt enough to reveal the unpleasantly long gash that ran across your shoulder and coiled down your arm. The fine work of an orc blade. The bleeding had all but stopped now, but the wound's edges were jagged and an angry red. And the horrid stinging that accompanied such injuries was yet to go away.

You undid the bandages and bound the wound in fresh cloth. It was by no means your finest work but others in the company had sustained far worse wounds during the scuffle on the cliffside and Oín only had two hands and a very limited amount of supplies. You wouldn't seek out care when your friends needed it more.

Besides, the blade had caught your weaker arm. You could still hold your sword, still carry out your purpose.

You'd manage.

Relacing your shirt and silently vowing to put your stubbornness aside and seek help should a fever set in, you sat back against the bark, shifting until you found comfort.

It felt nice to finally rest. To close your eyes and not fear for your company's safety. You reveled in the quiet. For all of two minutes.

The sound of brambles snagging on leather and stones shifting beneath heavy boots had you up and alert and despite all logic, your hand still grasped at your empty sword belt.

You calmed when Thorin rounded the tree. He seemed startled at the sight of you.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to intrude,” the dwarf said, words genuine. He stepped back, as if ready to turn on his heel should you ask him to.

“Searching for some peace and quiet?” You asked instead. Such moments were few and far between. “It would seem we both had the same idea.”

The king's head fell forward in a nod and when still he made no move to leave you motioned to your side.

“Sit.”

His hesitation was brief. He settled beside you, then all was quiet again. A sudden breeze, warm and tinged with the scent of autumn, rushed through the leaves. Thorin took a deep breath before releasing it in an uneven sigh.

It was an odd sight, seeing him at ease. You'd go as far as to call it unnatural. His relaxed shoulders and gentle expression seemed foreign and uncanny. But you couldn't deny the youthfulness that seemed to soften his features now. It was not unlike the glimpses you'd caught of him during your shared night watches when both of you were too stubborn to let the other stay up alone.

A quaint stillness began to settle and when Thorin still said nothing, you decided neither would you. You were happy to sit in silence at his side.

From your pocket, you produced your pipe, old and worn around the rims but still trusty enough to serve its purpose. You ran your fingers along the polished wood, all the way down to its blackened base. Generously stuffing it full, you held a match to the green leaves until they kindled and began to smolder.

Bilbo, bless his heart, had offered you what was left of his pipe-weed. ‘The finest you'll find anywhere south of Bree,’ he'd promised as he handed it over without a second thought after discovering yours has been lost to the greedy hands of goblins.

The first exhale of smoke left lips that were turned up in a smile. The generosity of halflings would never cease to amaze you.

The taste of tobacco sat heavily on your tongue as you blew out wisps of grey smoke and watched as they were carried off on the afternoon breeze.

“I owe you thanks,” Thorin said suddenly, shifting beside you. “The courage you showed on the cliffside, your willingness to help this company, it's not something I take for granted. You have done a great deal for us and we- I am grateful.”

“You don't have to thank me, Thorin.” You exhaled another flurry of smoke.

“But I do. When I called on my own kin for help they turned away. But you, a soldier of Man, a ranger, you answered. You didn't have to, by all means of sanity you shouldn't have. But you did.”

You chewed anxiously on the tip of your pipe. “I know what it's like to be without a home,” you said simply. “And it is not a faith I would wish upon anyone.”

Thorin only nodded in response. His gaze shifted to the tree roots beneath his feet.

You hadn't spoken much of your past, although by the way you carried both yourself and your sword, Thorin knew that your life until this point had not been one without hardship. The race of men were as dependant on each other as a fawn to it's mother; venturing out on ones own was strange for your kind. Gandalf had not indulged him with your story, only what he needed to in order to convince him to accept you as one of the company.

But Thorin knew what a renegade looked like. He'd lived as one long enough to know what the dreariness in your eyes and your indifference to battle and death meant. Part of him wanted to tell you that, to form that middle ground and hope it offered some comfort.

“Regardless, I am glad to have you with us,” he said instead.

At your feet, a lone beetle made its way through the undergrowth. You watched in bemusement, shifting your boot to clear its path. You turned to Thorin and found his own eyes trained on the bug as it continued on its journey. In an odd moment of catharsis, you saw the dwarf beside you not as a king, but a friend and fellow soldier. You offered him your pipe.

When the dwarf noticed your extended hand he smiled almost fondly. The sight made the aches in your muscles ease. He took the pipe in gentle hands, pressing the mouthpiece to his bottom lip and filling his lungs with the finest pipeweed the Shire had to offer.

He pushed the grey cloud past his lips in one deep breath, the smoke taking the shape of a perfect ring before disappearing above the tree.

You raised an unamused brow. “I would not have offered had I known you'd take the opportunity to show off.”

“Lying is not becoming of you, master ranger,” the dwarf responded smoothly, his eyes closed and lips turned up in a satisfied smirk. His hair splayed out around his head like a darkened crown, white strands catching in the sun like silver.

For no reason other than to make watching him an easier task, you shifted against the tree so that you faced the king. The resulting pain that lashed up your arm in doing so had you hissing through your teeth. Thorin's eyes were on you in a moment.

“I'm alright,” you dismissed quickly.

The dwarf looked entirely unconvinced. He reached for the collar of your shirt and when you made no attempt to stop him, pulled the fabric down.

“Mahal,” he said the word like a curse, low and rough. “How long have you kept this hidden?” Struggling to fall somewhere between a convincing lie and an honest under exaggeration, you decided against answering altogether. With a grunt, Thorin pushed forward and onto his knees. He took the hem of his undershirt in one hand and tore off a strip with less than a second thought.

Just as you hadn't answered him earlier, you said nothing as Thorin began to tend to you.

The bandages, already tinged pink, fell away easily in his grasp. A single line of blood seeped from the open gash and trickled down the swell of your bicep. Thorin swiftly decided the best he could do was simply rebind the wound. Despite their broadness, his fingers worked nimbly, carefully gracing over your arm and masterfully retying the bandages.

“You're a fool,” he said eventually, finishing the bindings with an unnecessary tug. “I believed your selflessness to be honorable, now I'm more inclined to think it idiotic.”

You huffed a laugh and winced.

Thorin took up the torn strip of blue linen from his shirt and carefully looped it around your arm, tying it taunt against your shoulder.

“Where did you learn that?” you asked. With the added support, the aching throb in your arm had all but ceased.

“I learned many things during my time in the Blue Mountains and in the villages of Man. How to properly dress a wound was one. It would appear that was a skill you did not pick up during your time on the road.” He answered with a smirk.

“Healers usually work in silence,” you reminded him.

He smiled at your words despite himself. He looked younger when he smiled. His eyes brightened and shone silver. You found yourself wishing it was a sight you could see more often.

There was something about the way he tended to you that set a deep ache in your chest.

He finished his work with one more tight knot and a satisfied hum. “It will do for now. I'll have Oín treat it once he has a moment to spare.” His hand ran down the length of your arm before falling away at the bend of your elbow.

“I'll manage,” you said. The words were almost second nature now.

“You always do.” Thorin's voice was soft. He regarded you in a manner so gentle the ache in your chest flared, a pounding against your ribs. But when his eyes caught your own, the look vanished and he stood. “I've intruded long enough, I'll take my leave.”

“Why not stay?” You were embarrassed by how quickly the words jumped from your throat.

“Because if I do I fear I'll do something rash.”

“Thorin–” you rose to your knees, reaching out and grasping his forearms. The action surprised you both.

You failed to find any words to confront him with, anything that would translate the fierce fire he set in you. How he regarded you not just as an equal but as someone to be respected, admired. How he tore the very clothes on his back to stop your bleeding. How the action was almost instinctive. Even the simplest things. Like how he hadn't complained once about how the earth dug into his knees as he tended to you. How he still hadn't pulled away from you now...

Gravity seemed to give way beneath you and you pushed yourself up on your knees further till your lips brushed his. Thorin was still for a fleeting, terrifying moment; before he returned your affection with a fierce passion.

The earth bit into your knees and you rocked forward. Thorin's hands grasped your waist and anchored you against him. The feel of his palms against your side was grounding. You swore the world had faded into the great void at the end of time and this moment was all that was left.

When you parted, a shaking breath passed Thorin's lips. “You are far braver than I.” His voice was quiet, hoarse.

“Brave?” you grinned. “I thought you'd settled on idiotic.”

The dwarf laughed, full and hearty, and gods what you wouldn't do to hear it every day for the rest of your life.

“I think, perhaps, both can be true,” he said, and his lips were on yours again.

His advance was softer this time, fixed on feeling you against him, marveling at your touch. He kissed your neck, just above the beating of your pulse. His lips turned up in a smile.

You watched him in absolute awe; a descendant of Durin touching you as if you were carved from gold, a king willingly on his knees for an outcast.

The ache in your chest seized your heart.

Your hand rushed up his arm, fingers running past the swell of his shoulders and gently catching in his hair. Thorin gasped sharply, the bridge of his nose pressing tautly against the curve of your jaw. In a single grounding moment, you recalled the significance of hair in dwarven culture as well as the boundary you'd just overstepped.

You rightened yourself against the tree, forcing Thorin to pull away in turn.

“Forgive me, I didn't mean–” you swallowed. “Thorin if you want this to end you need only say so. I won't take offense.”

The silence that followed was uncomfortably thick. You sat unmoving as the dwarf regarded you with something you couldn't quite place. It left you feeling uncertain whether he was going to reach for you again or stand and leave.

“Why do you do that?” he asked instead. “Doubt yourself. Ask for forgiveness as if you have done something wrong. Do you truly find the thought of me wanting to touch you, to be touched by you, so difficult to accept?” He caught your chin with gentle fingers and raised your head. “I can think of nothing I want more.”

His touch ghosted your neck and you shuddered. Words could not tell him how much he meant to you, but you hoped your lips against his own and your heart beating frantically against his chest would.

Thorins knees began to ache, straining and giving way. You pressed a steady hand to his back and guided him forward until his legs slot over your own and your height balanced out. He surged closer, you could feel the tree bark biting into your back. You ignored it with ease.

The kings hand ran along the underside of your arm and the feel of it drew from you a soft breath. Your hand brushed over his braid, gently thumbing at the strands. You combed your fingers through the knotted locks behind his ear; the knowledge of what the act meant to Thorin, the intimacy of it all, made your head light.

Then, your fingers tapped almost unnoticeably against the base of his neck, right above his pulse where the dwarf's blood rushed so fast he was almost certain you could hear it. Your mouth parted in an unasked question and Thorin grunted a low ‘yes’.

Your lips traced his neck, kissing down his collarbone and ensuring to leave each of your marks below the collar of his shirt. Thorin steadied himself against you, breathing a sigh against your temple.

“Tá tú go hálainn, a grá,” the words were so raw, came from somewhere so primal within you, you hadn't noticed they'd left you in your mother tongue. “Tá m'chroí agat.”

Thorin managed a shuddering breath, a weak sound that caught in his throat. “I assume you will not be telling me the meaning of your words.” His hands shook as they moved against your back.

“Consider it reparations for each time you have spoken to me in Khuzdul with no intention of telling me what it is you'd said,” you smirked against his throat, recalling each time he'd addressed you in his native tongue. How the words always seemed natural and unmistakably genuine. He didn't feel the need to tell you the meaning behind those words now. He felt you already knew.

Thorin chuckled, boyish and light, and it set fire to your heart.

The sun had sunk behind the mountains and turned the air cold. But with Thorin laying by your side and a bed of grass at your back you swore you had enough warmth to last you the night.

The dwarf's arm rested beneath your head, hand tracing patterns you didn't recognize against your bandaged shoulder. Even now, his lips still brushed your head.

His other hand rested against your stomach and you bid your time tracing his palm, slowly and with purpose.

Thorin shifted beside you. You could hear the careful workings of his mind as he forged his next words on his tongue. “Should we succeed in taking back Erebor, where will you go?” He asked. His words were heavy.

“I don't know,” you answered honestly. “South? Towards Rohan and then wherever the road leads.”

It took the dwarf a moment to respond. Your words hollowed out his chest and set an ill feeling in his stomach. The thought of you alone stirred up a deep sadness Thorin had not felt in an age. You, with your spark for storytelling and devotion to others and your incomprehensible ability to simply make a difference. To bring light to whatever situation you found yourself in, to join a company that was all the better to have you. To stumble into the life of a downtrodden king and singlehandedly remind him he deserved his throne.

“If we take back the Mountain, I want you to know that you are welcome to stay, should that be something you wish.”

You took a deep breath, holding it till you were certain Thorin's words had not caused your heart to cease beating. As the true weight of the offer set in, you released Thorin's hand.

“I would not think I'd be wanted. I have no right-”

“You have every right,” Thorin said, his words instant and forceful, convincingly so. “As much right as any dwarf that refused to help us in our hour of need.”

You huffed a sigh that fell somewhere between disbelief and amusement.

“Someone like me staying in the sacred halls of Durin's folk. A lowly ranger...”

“You are so much more than that.” He said the words slowly, as if they were the most honest thing he'd ever spoken. “You are a descendant of the Men of the West, a member of this company.” He paused. “You are Amralimê. My love.”

You shifted to look at him. A dwarf who by all means of faith and sense you should never have crossed paths with. But by the beauty of chance, he'd entered your life and reminded you, in all his subtle ways, that it was worth living. That you were worthy.

You dared to retake his hand in yours. “You'd have me?”

Thorin simply smiled.

“Above all else.”

Thank you for reading! <3

authors notes:

Irish translation: tá tú go hálainn, a grá - you are beautiful my love. Tá m'chroí agat - you have my heart. Phonetic pronunciation for those interested - taw two guh haul-in, ah graw. Taw muh-kree a-gut.

[andinthedarknessbindthem]

Fili X Reader - Restless

✿ Words: 2,688

✿ Themes: Kinda(?) Angst, Fluff

✿ Prompt: After the Battle of the Five Armies, you are tasked with keeping the line of Durin alive.

✿ Posted: 2/19/23

You had merged into Thorin’s company when they stumbled upon Beorn the skin-changer. You just happened to find Beorn a few weeks earlier as a traveling healer. After you helped with the injuries they had, it was decided by Gandalf that you would continue with them. You spent a good three months with Thorin and the company and had come to appreciate them all, and them you. 

You loved watching Ori knit next to the fire. He was even sweet enough to teach you how to mend your own clothes and made you a pair of knit gloves that you carry with you at all times.

Bofur would tell the funniest stories when you and Bombur prepared dinner with him. You could always tell it was a really good story whenever Bifur would laugh and slap your back, saying words that you could understand.

Oin shared his healing techniques with you, and you to him. It was a wonderful learning experience that would come in handy later on. He also gifted you a small satchel to carry herbs in. 

Gloin always has something to say about his beloved wife and son. You would always hear groans from the other members, but you loved listening to him rant and rave about his family. It was so cute to hear how much he loved them.

Thorin and Dwalin were both tough nuts to crack. Thorin seemed to welcome you in once you spat in the face of Thranduil in Mirkwood. You ended up buttering up Dwalin on accident. You had some cookies from another passing traveler that you helped and were eating a few when you noticed him eyeing down the small bag you were holding. You tied the top of the bag and tossed it to him. He seemed frazzled at first but grunted in appreciation.

Nori was an annoyance, but you still enjoyed him. You would always find him looking over something of yours that had miraculously ‘fallen’ out of your bag. He did try teaching you how to pick-pocket, but you weren’t very good at it.

You loved Dori and Balin. They were the ones that you would always go to for advice. They were the grandparents you never had. Dori especially seemed very mothering towards you, going as far as making sure you always were close enough to the fire.

Kili was a menace when it came to his teasing. There wasn’t a day that went by without some sort of joke that would make your cheeks heat up. You were glad you could take some of the attention from Bilbo though.

You loved going to Bilbo when you needed a civilized and calm chat. You both spoke of simpler times and gardens.

Fili… Oh, Fili was something special. Despite being like his brother, there was something else about him that just completed you. When he stepped in front of you to defend you from a spider, your heart fluttered. When he waded back into the water to pull you from your barrel, your stomach did flip-flops. When he grabbed your hand for comfort when his brother was sick, you nearly exploded. 

When you reached Erebor, you ended up spending even more time with him as you both were on the same schedule looking for the Arkenstone. You hated to admit it, but you’d come to fall for the blonde dwarf, and spending every waking moment with him didn’t help. You only ever confessed your crush to Bilbo when he caught you gawking at Fili who just bathed in a stream. You never dared to tell Fili, too scared to ruin what you had now.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After the battle of the five armies, the line of Durin returned to you tremendously wounded. We’re talking twenty minutes from death kind of injuries.

You and Oin were working around the clock trying to repair the damage that was dealt to your newfound family. Your weak heart allowed tears to fall from your eyes as you worked on Thorin, worried that they all wouldn’t make it. A few hours later you managed to stop the bleeding and suture any lacerations or mutilations.

By the twenty-sixth hour, your mind was worn out as you sat on a table mixing a salve as Oin mixed up the decoction. It was silent in the room, the only sounds being the small clinks of glass and breathing.

You jumped when you heard the door squeak open, the head of Dori popped in and you nodded at him, continuing with your work. He took this as an okay to come in, his eyes looked over the three men laying on the beds.

“How are they?” He asked, not making eye contact.

You had a grim smile on your face as you mustered up some words, “Mostly stable.” 

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Oin’s head lightly drop before lifting again, You slid off the table and placed down your finished salve. You walked to Oin and plucked the decoction out of his hands.

“I’m not done with that!” He grumbled, reaching up for it. You moved it out of reach and walked to Dori, placing your empty hand on his shoulder.

“Do me a favor and get him to bed.” You pleaded, eyes looking between his. 

“I don’t need to sleep. There’s much work to do!” Oin tried to argue but you just shook your head.

“It’s no help to either of us if you faint from exhaustion,” You gave him a sympathetic look. “I can handle it, don’t worry.” He grumbled a bit but didn’t fight as Nori led him out of the room.

You spent hours delicately washing the blood off of the dwarves' bodies and coating their wounds in the salve. By the time you were done and pouring small amounts of the decoction in their mouths, you were half asleep. 

Your head lightly raised when a knock sounded on the door. You hummed in response as you began to gather all of the bloody tools that needed to be cleaned. The door creaked open and a grunt met your ears. You peeked over your shoulder to look at the dwarf who entered, Dwalin and it looked like Bofur was right behind him.

There was a low whistle from Bofur before he spoke, “Lass, I mean this in the nicest way,” He started. “You look terrible.”

You scoffed as you dropped the metal tools into a large basin. “I’m well aware, thank you.” You slowly blinked before turning on the water, a soft sigh leaving your lips as the cold slightly shocked you awake. Wiping your hands off on a towel, you pushed the herbs to the side now.

“Are they-” Dwalin stopped mid-sentence, seeing a sorrowful look in his eyes. You’re sure he must be in as much pain as yourself, seeing his best friend laying there.

You moved to him placing a tired hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “All alive. I’ve been keeping a keen eye on them.” You lazily smiled. You walked over to Fili’s bedside, a downcast look as you brushed the hair off his face. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath.

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Bofur asked. You thought for a moment and shrugged as you stood there. 

“Not that long ago. I’m alright.” You brushed him off, opening your eyes and continuing to work on organizing the herbs back to where they were originally.

You weren’t aware of the looks that Bofur and Dwalin shared behind your back but it wasn’t long before Dwalin stepped forward and grabbed your hips, heaving you over his shoulder. A gasp slipped out of your mouth. You went to fight him, but limply hanging there only made you realize how tired you were.

“Sleep well dove!” Bofur’s voice called to your and Dwalin’s retreating form.

-.-.-.-.-.-.- 2 Weeks Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-

You and Oin had been keeping Thorin, Fili, and Kili under constant supervision. This meant 12 hours of your awake hours you spent in that room treating them.

Today, you were walking towards the room. You had a heap of books you planned to read during your downtime, but you froze in place when you could hear a voice inside the door, then a familiar laugh.

You rushed forward, books clattering to the floor, slamming the door open and looking towards where Kili lay. He was awake!

“Oh, Kili!” You cried out, running to the side of his bed and dropping to your knees. You grabbed onto his hand, excited to see one of your friends awake.

“Did you think I would die that easy?” He teased in a weak voice. You laughed and shook your head.

“I’m so grateful for that.”

 -.-.-.-.-.-.- 1 Month Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-

You had been talking to Oin in the corner about making a balm for Kili to use on his own when you heard a low groan. You both turned towards Kili, expecting him to be whining about his pain again but he was staring at his uncle. You turned your gaze upon Thorin, watching his face scrunch up before his hand twitched. You quickly moved forward, bending over him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Thorin? Thorin can you hear me?” You asked before turning to Oin, “Can you hand me the macerate-” You were cut off by a painful hand around your arm, Thorin reeled forward screaming out a war cry. 

Oin rushed to help you hold him down and attempted to calm him, but he acted as though he was still in the middle of battle. You received a good punch to the face, stumbling back before rushing forward again and holding him down with more ferocity. If it wasn’t for Kili, who stumbled into the hall and called out at the passing Dwalin, you’re sure you would have received much worse.

When Thorin finally calmed down and came to, he looked at you with a horrified expression.

“My deepest apologies, (Y/N). I thought you-” You smiled and placed a hand on his.

“Thorin, it’s alright. You’ve been through much more than I.” You reassured him with a small pat on his hand. “I’m just glad we all have you back, King under the mountain.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.- 2 Months Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kili and Thorin were both mostly on their own at this point, only coming in every now and then for a tincture to help their pain. 

But Fili… Fili was still sound asleep.

Every day you would talk to him as he lay in that bed. While you talked you would do things like clean him up, change his bandages, and even mix up some medicine just to prepare for the worst.

Today was draining. New dwarves were flooding into Erebor and in your free time, you were helping the others by showing the new Darrow their way around the mountain. Oin had a rough day himself and asked if you would be okay to cover his shift. You knew that nothing ever happened so you accepted.

You had just packaged up a few salves when a yawn hit you. You could probably get away with a small rest even though you knew you weren't supposed to. Your eyes glanced at the empty beds before they slowly drifted to Fili. Slowly shuffling to his bedside, you examined his features. He looked so comfortable and warm. You crawled up next to him, before carefully laying down. You lightly rested your head on his chest, ear pressing against the fabric covering his torso.

“Your heartbeat has always been so calming to me, Fee.” You hummed to yourself, letting your arm trace over a scar on his arm. 

“I wish I told you how I felt before this happened. Hell, I wish I could tell you now.” You sighed, shutting your eyes and focusing on his heartbeat. 

“No one is around to hear, I don’t see any harm…” You opened your eyes, moving up the bed towards his face. “I love you, Fili. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I did.” You placed a light kiss on his cheek.

“I would do anything just to see your smile again, to hear your laugh, to see your eyes sparkle in the sun.” You whispered before resting your head down on his chest again, slowly giving into the darkness of sleep.

You groggily blinked as you woke yourself up, unfurling yourself from Fili’s side. You grabbed onto Fili’s arm which now wrapped around your waist. You must have moved it while you rested.

“Oh Fili, your skin is so soft..” You murmured, bringing his hand up and placing a kiss on his palm.

You brought your head to rest back on his chest, “If you were awake, I would tell you how much I adored you…” you sighed. “How much I miss you…”

A few minutes passed as you laid on him, there was still so much you had to do before Oin came in, “I should probably stop talking and get to work.” 

“Please keep talking, I love the sound of your voice.” A throaty voice crackled in your ear.

You let out a shrill scream as you flailed and fell off the bed with a slap against the cold stone ground. You stared up as you could hear the shifting of him on the bed.

“Fili?” You whispered as you shakily stood off the ground, his blue eyes were cracked weakly but a bright smile still played on his lips.

“Hello sweetling.” He cooed, arm feebly reaching out for you. Had it not been for your excitement of seeing him awake, you would have thought more about what he called you.

You swiftly crawled onto the bed next to him, sitting on your knees and cupping his cheeks. “Oh, Fili…” You whimpered, examining over him.”I didn’t think you were going to wake up…” 

He used his hand against your back to gently direct you down until you were spooned to his side. “For a while, I dreamt of nothing. But then, it was you.” He sucked in a small breath, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek. “When I was about to give up, you came forward, urging me to return to you.”

You pressed into his hand but furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “What are you saying?” 

“I love you, (Y/N). I should have told you before I left you on the ramparts.” He whispered, “The last few days I listened to your words of adoration, and I knew you felt the same about me.” He confessed

Your breath hitched in your throat. He had heard you. He had heard it all! Your cheeks heated up as you opened your mouth to find something to say, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak.

“I want to court you.” Fili announced confidently, his smile unfaltering on his stunning face.

“Fili…” You muttered in shock, his thumb brushed away a tear that escaped your eyes.

“It doesn't have to be now,” His voice lowered to a desire-filled whisper. “But I cannot possibly stand another second knowing you are not mine.” 

You shifted where you lay, choosing to instead move and hover over him. He breathed deeply as you looked over him, his free hand coming up to rest on your waist. Your stomach did backflips as you leaned down, gingerly just brushing your lips together. He quickly leaned up, locking your lips together. His lips were feathery as you both familiarized with each other. He tasted of the tincture you’d last given him, and something else that was just so uniquely him. 

His hand gripped your side harder, pulling you down until you were rested on top of him. Your cheeks burned as you reached up to brush a hand against his bearded chin. You reluctantly pulled your lips apart, Fili leaned up to try and follow but you placed a hand on his chest to keep him there.

You lovingly sighed as you bent down, pressing your foreheads together. “I am yours, FIli. I always have been.”

[itsthesinbin]

wrote some beorn porn while the internet was out hope u enjoy it

no warnings on anything iirc

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Beorn was an interesting man. A tall, gruff Skin-Changer who was more gentle to animals than most. You got to witness his affections toward his animal friends in more depth than your previous companions would.

You were in Thorin Oakenshield's company for a time, having joined the same time as Bilbo did from your own, private, circumstances. The Hobbit had been a wonderful roommate, kind from making you food to tending your goose eggs when you'd whack your head on his too-short ceiling. Even protecting you as best he could from those nasty goblins, same as the rest of the company.

But luck would not be on your side in that faithful battle. A sword slashing through your poorly-fitting armor, an arrow in a leg and a crack to the skull left you too injured to join them on the rest of their journey. You tried your best to fight with Thorin, but even Bilbo knew you would be even more of a liability than he was at this point in time.

Once the eagles dropped you off and you were carried to the next stop in the journey, you knew that it would be your last. Gandalf had managed to convince the Skin-Changer to, at least, let you recover before trying to send you on your way. Splintered bones and pierced flesh took time to heal, however.

Beorn was more than a gracious host, going as far as to hand feed you the first week and a half where you were too weak to do it yourself. Face too swollen to chew anything more than softened bread and honey and eyes unable to even see the fork you'd need for anything else. Hands trembling too harshly to allow you to lift one of his already massive cups. Massive for you, at least, since Beorn was a massive man as is.

When he couldn't be with you- be it tending to his bees or being gone throughout the night as a bear- his animal companions kept you company. Dogs would fetch things and a very kind sheep let you use her wooly body as a pillow. Ponies knelt down to let you grab on so you could hobble your way to a prepared bath. His animals were just as kind as he was. Thankfully, not as gruff.

One night, your wrappings needed changing. Thankfully, the blood and puss had stopped, but you were still sweating through them like crazy. The tender skin of your cut torso made it near impossible to change without pain. You tried to keep quiet, and usually it worked, but tonight it was near unbearable. Your animal friends had left you alone for the night, as they always did on nights like this. No wool to muffle the noise and no fur to pet to calm you down.

Without knocking, the door to your little guest room swung open. Hastily, you moved to cover yourself as Beorn's shadow fell over you. Even in the low candlelight, his eyes shone brightly and bore into your own.

Without breaking his gaze from yours, he made his way over to you. Neither of you spoke as he dropped himself next to you. Gently, he took the bandages from your trembling fingers. He pulled the blanket away, and you felt your cheeks flush slightly with a flustered heat.

Slowly, he began to wrap your bandages for you. A gentle nudge to lift an arm or tilt forward was all it took to get his point across.

"I have heard your struggles more often than you think, little rabbit," he murmured. You averted your eyes with a small sigh. You guess you weren't as good as hiding it as you thought.

"Rabbit, huh?" You couldn't help but ask. Beorn had called Bilbo that a time or two as well, but with you the nickname felt more… intimate. He hummed, smoothing the bandages before sliding a hand down your back. You couldn't help but jolt slightly.

"Jittery. Jumpy. Like an injured rabbit, trapped with a bear." There was something in his voice as he spoke. A hunger that made a lump grow in your throat. You forced yourself to look up at him.

"Trapped? Does the bear plan to actually harm me, when I can't defend myself? Have his fill of me?" Beorn let out a grunt in response. A large hand slid up your back again, carefully turning you more toward him. His free hand went up an arm. A shoulder. A cheek.

"Harm? I do not think I would have it in me. Have my fill, however…" He tilted your head up further, leaning down toward you. Your eyes trailed down his face, before flicking back up to meet his own.

"Only if the little, injured rabbit would put their trust in me." His voice was low in your ears, barely above a whisper. He held you in such a way that you knew you could escape his hands if you wished, even with your minimal ability to move. The way he held you was intoxicating, however. Just as his scent and his warmth was.

"Hard not to, after you've taken such good care of me," you replied, leaning forward to meet him. He hummed out a noise so deep it was almost a growl, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

To say there had been no tension between you two would have been a lie. The way he had fed you had gotten softer. The way he had tended your wounds had gotten much more intimate. A few times you needed help bathing, and even you couldn't miss the way his eyes swept over your body. A darkness to his eyes that gave away every thought he had. You had ignored it, just in case you were reading the wrong signals.

Now that he had your head tilted back, hands on your face and tongue in your mouth, you cursed yourself for being willfully oblivious. You held onto his wrists, feeling yourself become hazy from the smell of honey that seemed to follow him everywhere.

He finally pulled himself from you, helping you tilt back to lay against the pillows. You both knew there wouldn't be much for you in the way of moving. He hardly seemed to care, however, as he took the time to ease your too-large pants down your legs. You hissed as your injured leg was moved, but he simply muttered something in a language you didn't recognize- not that you recognized many languages here, besides the common tongue. It sounded like an apology, however, if the way his thumb grazed the recently-wrapped bandages around your thigh were any indication of his intent.

His lips returned to yours, only for a moment, before they trailed down your jaw. You melted against him and the bed, leaning your head to the side so he could do as he pleased. "Doing as he pleased" led to him nipping and sucking on your neck in hopes of leaving marks.

One of his hands trailed down, sliding along your skin and faintly dragging his nails to make you shiver. It settled between your legs, nudging your thighs open. You reached up, an arm going around one of his shoulders to card your fingers through his hair. He let out a pleased noise against your neck.

You wanted to reach over with the other hand, but the moment it tried crossing over your chest you sucked in a painful gasp of air. Immediately, one of Beorn's hands grasped your own. He set it back in its place carefully, rising from your neck. A stern, but gentle, look in his eye.

"Your injuries do not heal just for this," he said, "let me take care of you as I have been." You grumbled slightly, feeling a heat in your face at his commanding tone. You nodded, however, and Beorn smiled slightly.

To distract you, he brought himself back in for a kiss- more rough and ever so slightly desperate compared to the others. The hand between your legs finally sprang to life, pressing and rubbing against you in a way that made your hips jerk. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped you as your body relaxed further.

Slowly, he left you to remove his own clothes. Not that it took long- his clothes were large and loose, made to remove quickly should he need to change. You were thankful for that as he hurriedly returned to your side.

His hand returned, and you knew this time it was in preparation for the next step. He was a massive man, and he needed you as relaxed and open as possible. After all of this, hurting you was the farthest thing from his mind.

You couldn't help but groan as his fingers slipped inside. Your hips arched and your head dropped back. He moved slowly, deliberately, in a way that would get you to loosen up for him. Your hips rolled in response, trying to get more from him.

Unable to stop himself from much longer, he removed his fingers once again. You whined, only getting a chuckle from him as he got between your legs. He slid his length against you, drawing a shudder and a breathless moan from you. Beorn, himself, let out another low growl at the feel of you.

"Been a long time since I've felt this," he grunted as he pushed in slowly. Your breath hitched at the sensation. He growled, deep and animalistic, as he thrusted into you.

He hauled your hips up- careful of your injuries- and your uninjured leg hooked around his waist. He slid a hefty pillow underneath your weak leg, keeping it elevated so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable. Your hands found his face and pulled him back down for a searing kiss. He held you so sweetly, so securely, you couldn't help but melt against him. Never had anyone treated you so carefully- like you were ready to break. It was just as intoxicating as the honey and cream he'd fed you over your time here.

His mouth found your neck again, hips settling into a nice rhythm as he left new marks on your skin. You felt his sharp teeth scrape and drag along your throat. Such trust you had in the bear, to let his jaws near your neck. Not that he had given you any reason not to trust him.

"Beorn," you murmured in his ear, voice pleading. He let out a low hum, before speeding up. His fingers dug into the meat of your hips, claws pricking your skin delightfully. You gripped onto him as his eager lips moved upward again. He moaned, low and heavy, into your mouth. You couldn't stop the whimper in return.

One of his arms moved, going around your back to cradle you against his strong chest. You whined loudly as you arched up against him. You felt yourself ready to snap, like a coil wound too tight. If his moans and growls were any indication, he felt the same.

You let one of your hands wander down between your legs. You moaned, matching his pace with your hand. He snarled out, latching onto your shoulder with his sharp teeth. You knew you would be bleeding, but neither of you cared in the moment.

You finally snapped, gasping out as you came around him. His growl traveled through your trembling body. He fucked you through it, causing you to cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

He let go of your shoulder as he reared his head back. He moaned, loud and long, as he dragged you as close as possible. He breathed hard, bucking and grinding up into you, as he rode out his own orgasm. Beorn held you suffocatingly close, the heat from him surrounding you completely.

Slowly, you both began to calm down. He panted into your neck, careful not to put too much weight on your upper body. He carefully removed himself from you, settling you back on the bed and pillows. He stood, grabbing a clean cloth and medicine to clean you and dress your newest wound.

"Apologies," he said as he cleaned the new blood from your shoulder. You hissed slightly at the sting, but smiled anyway.

"Can't say I'm upset at having the mark of the bear on me," you teased. His hands stilled for a moment, and you saw him swallow thickly. He made quick work of your wound afterward.

Once you were cleaned, he edged himself under the blankets next to you. His large arms gathered you up, pulling you toward him. You shifted, grunting slightly as you attempted to get comfortable.

"… Stay. With me," he muttered against your temple. You froze for a moment, before looking up at him. You were stunned. He brushed your hair back.

"You have only the Hobbit to return to, do you not? He is a fine fellow, but… you do not care for him as I've seen you do for me." He turned slightly, helping you lay against him better. You chewed on your lip in thought.

It was true. Before the Company, all you had was Bilbo and Bag End. After the Company, you had him, the Dwarves, and Gandalf. Now… You had Beorn. The man who had nursed you to health while your companions traveled on.

You didn't blame them for leaving- okay, maybe a little. You knew Thorin's quest was important, however, so you tried not to let it cloud your judgement of them. But Thorin wasn't the one that hand fed you after your jaws and eyes had swollen nearly shut. Bilbo wasn't the one that took the time to bathe you when you couldn't move. None of them were here to hold you.

"… I've never really taken care of a homestead before," you joked. Beorn couldn't help but laugh, a small shake of his head joining the sound. He got comfortable with you, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I can teach you, once you are healed. Now rest." he reached over, blowing out the candle and allowing the moonlight to keep the room lit. He pulled the blanket more securely around you- not that you needed it, since the Skin-Changer was so warm you figured you'd wake up sweating later.

You threw an arm around him, a teddy bear of pure muscle to hold throughout the night. You knew you were safe with him, and drifted off to sleep fast. Usual nightmares of goblins and orcs replaced by sweet dreams of bears and bees and wildflowers. For the first time in a while, you slept peacefully. And for that, you'd be grateful.

[smoking-old-toby]

i was thinking about bilbo the half-elven again and how when he gets to rivendell with the company, elrond tells him that he is what they call 'fae' something something 'elf + hobbit = fae' and bilbo is the only fae alive (like how beorn is the only skin changer - rest died fighting sauron). elrond shows bilbo how to use fae magic (illusion) and he uses it to become invisible (NO RING!) when needed

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The Hobbit x baby elf reader (both male and female versions.)

Age: newborn after the eagles saved them from Azog the Company meets one of the greatest treasures in Middle Earth who happens to be the prince/princess of a rare species of elves.

These are fanfics from my old wattpad account I had trouble with the verification process it won’t let me comment, post or reply so I had to delete it but I managed to start a new with tumblr I saved my fanfics from my old wattpad on the notes app.

Male version:

No one's POV:

The company of Thorin Oakenshield had continued their Journey to Erebor after Thorin had recovered from his injuries. As they are in an open field they are shocked to find what appeared to be a battle field, dead orcs, wargs and elves with normal and unusual hair colors. From the looks of it there were no survivors that is to the eyes of men.

They began picking up the bodies to bury the elves so they can be put to rest but doing so the sound of crying is heard, Bilbo walks over to the dead couple a she elf with silver hair and a fair complexion, holding her protectively was a male elf he assumes is her husband with midnight blue hair and a tan complexion. the crying seems to be coming from them, when he got closer he saw something moving through the she elf's arms "Ohh my." He said gently moving her arms to reveal a bundle of white blanket.

Bilbo managed to remove the bundle from the corpse but when he did so the crying got louder. He moved the blanket reveling to his, the dwarves and Gandalf's surprise a baby elf! A male elf to be precise he looked just like the male they assume was his father but his hair faded to pastel blue at the tips. When Bilbo held him the little boy opened his eyes to reveal that he had two different eye colors, one eye was the color of starlight while the other was the color of amethyst. Thorin was enhanced by those eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity within them. He was a sucker for children and he had heard that elves couldn't reproduce very often like dwarves and that they are very protective of their young like dwarves "By my beard! Your a pretty thing aren't you little one?." Gandalf asked picking up the child who was looking around in curiosity "We should take him with us." Thorin said "Even thought he's an elf he's just a child who just lost he's family." Dwalin said placing a hand on the elflings head earning a squeal from him "What's that on his wee neck?" Ori asked. Gandalf saw a gorgeous silver crescent moon necklace with a sapphire around the boys neck and gasped "A pendant of power. You are the prince of the moonlight elves my boy." Gandalf said holding the boy protectively making the dwarves gasp "I thought they disappeared centuries ago after the war in the first age." Balin said eyeing the necklace around the child's neck "The boy is more special then I thought." Dori said "I think the boy has a name though. Look at his blanket." Oin said pointing to the blanket. Thorin took the corner of the blanket to see a name Y/N engraved in F/C threading "Y/N I like it." Bilbo said smiling fondly at the elfling.

Not wanting to waist anymore time the company continue their journey to Erebor with their newest addition in Gandalf's arms. The boy was a true angel, he slept the whole night, he was only fussy if he was hungry, needed a change or a nap but he seems to have a severe trauma with orcs after they killed his parents and the guards with them when they saw Orcs on the cliff side.

After they arrived at Beorn's home Y/N seemed to be fond of the skin changer dual to his size "Hello little fawn." Beorn said gently holding Y/N who was squealing from the butterfly on his little nose "Your very energetic Y/N." Beorn said letting out a deep chuckle. The company arrived to Mirkwood in order to get to Erebor but they had to stay on the path. Fili, Kili and Ori were watching Y/N with Fili holding him while the two brothers and youngest dwarf made you laugh.

All was peaceful until the spiders attacked.

Thorin held you protectively after Bilbo cut them all free but Bilbo was no where in sight anymore like he just disappeared and all Morgoth fell lose when the woodland elves came and killed the rest of the spiders and take them in for questioning "My prince they have a child!" one of the elves said taking you from Thorin "What are you doing with a child filth?" The blond asked taking you into his arms! When he did he removed the blanket to see to his surprise that your an elfling "DID YOU KIDNAPPED THIS CHILD?" He shouted to the dwarves upsetting you "Legolas please." A she elf with red hair said "I'm sorry little one." Legolas said gently cradling you thus calming you down "We shall move out." Legolas said carrying you "You have beautiful eyes little one." Legolas said "Look at his hair." A black haired elf said pointing to your midnight blue fading to pastel blue hair making Legolas look at it as well "So unusual." He said running his fingers through your hair while you just poked his cheek in curiosity like the innocent little bean you are "HE'S SO CUTE." A she elf gushed at you making you giggle at the attention you where receiving earning chuckles from the adult elves.

When you reached Mirkwood palace

you received more attention although you didn't like to many eyes on you so you whimpered "What's wrong little one?" Legolas asked hearing and seeing your discomfort "Oh it's ok little brother." He said with a smile 'I hope Ada will be gentle with him.' Legolas thinks to himself walking to the throne room after his father finished interrogating Thorin Oakenshield. Legolas stops in front of massive double doors with two guards blocking them, upon seeing him the guards bowed and opened the door for him. Once he was inside the Throne room Legolas sees his father. King Thranduil sitting on his throne with his signature bored expression until he saw you in his sons arms "That child." Thranduil said in awe getting up from his throne and slowly walking towards you and Legolas. He gently placed his hand on your head making you giggle from how big his hand is compared to your little head earning a small smile from the king as he gently took you from the prince "Where did you come from little one." He asked looking into your starlight silver and amethyst purple eyes until his eyes landed on your necklace "You are of the moonlight elves." He said holding it in his palm as you cooed at him until a growl came from your stomach making you whimper once again "Ohh don't cry little brother." Legolas said while a maid came in with a glass bottle of elks Milk in hand.

Thranduil takes the bottle and begins feeding you then burps you.

With your stomach full you fell asleep in the kings warm arms making him smile warmly at how tiny you are in his arms "Good night little star." He said gently kissing your head as he watches you close your eyes with a little squeak.

The next morning Bilbo managed to free the dwarves and grab you without the elves seeing him with help from his lucky (cursed) ring of course.

Long story short in Laketown Bard and his children love you, When Smaug attacked Sigrid held you the whole time, during the battle of the Five Armies you stayed with the Bardlings, after the battle everyone survives and makes peace, Thranduil adopts you as his new son after Legolas heads out to find Strider, Thorin and Thranduil mended the alliance between Elves and dwarves and as for you. You became the new prince of Mirkwood after Thranduil adopted you and everyone is wrapped around you chubby little finger.

Female Version.

No one's POV:

The company of Thorin Oakenshield had continued their Journey to Erebor after Thorin had recovered from his injuries. As they are in an open field they are shocked to find what appeared to be a battle field, dead orcs, wargs and elves with normal and unusual hair colors. From the looks of it there were no survivors that is to the eyes of men.

They began picking up the bodies to bury the elves so they can be put to rest but doing so the sound of crying is heard, Bilbo walks over to the dead couple a she elf with silver hair and a fair complexion, holding her protectively was a male elf he assumes is her husband with midnight blue hair and a tan complexion. the crying seems to be coming from them, when he got closer he saw something moving through the she elf's arms "Ohh my." He said gently moving her arms to reveal a bundle of white blanket.

Bilbo managed to remove the bundle from the corpse but when he did so the crying got louder. He moved the blanket reveling to his, the dwarves and Gandalf's surprise a baby elf! A female elf to be precise she looked just like the female who they assumed was her mother but with her father’s hair and skin and her hair faded to pastel blue at the tips. When Bilbo held her the little girl opened her eyes to reveal that she had two different eye colors, one eye was the color of starlight while the other was the color of amethyst. Thorin was enhanced by those eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity within them. He was a sucker for children and he had heard that elves couldn't reproduce very often like dwarves and that they are very protective of their young like dwarves "By my beard! Your a pretty thing aren't you little one?." Gandalf asked picking up the child who was looking around in curiosity "We should take her with us." Thorin said "Even thought she's an elf she's just a child who just lost her family." Dwalin said placing a hand on the elflings head earning a squeal from her "What's that on her wee neck?" Ori asked. Gandalf saw a gorgeous silver crescent moon necklace with a sapphire around the girls neck and gasped "A pendant of power. You are the princess of the moonlight elves my girl." Gandalf said holding the girl protectively making the dwarves gasp "I thought they disappeared centuries ago after the war in the first age." Balin said eyeing the necklace around the child's neck "The girl is more special then I thought." Dori said "I think the girl has a name though. Look at her blanket." Oin said pointing to the blanket. Thorin took the corner of the blanket to see a name Y/N engraved in F/C threading "Y/N I like it." Bilbo said smiling fondly at the elfling.

Not wanting to waist anymore time the company continue their journey to Erebor with their newest addition in Gandalf's arms. The girl was a true angel, she slept the whole night, she was only fussy if she was hungry, needed a change or a nap but she seems to have a severe trauma with orcs after they killed her parents and the guards with them when they saw Orcs on the cliff side.

After they arrived at Beorn's home Y/N seemed to be fond of the skin changer dual to his size "Hello little fawn." Beorn said gently holding Y/N who was squealing from the butterfly on her little nose "Your very energetic Y/N." Beorn said letting out a deep chuckle. The company arrived to Mirkwood in order to get to Erebor but they had to stay on the path. Fili, Kili and Ori were watching Y/N with Fili holding her while the two brothers and youngest dwarf made you laugh.

All was peaceful until the spiders attacked.

Thorin held you protectively after Bilbo cut them all free but Bilbo was no where in sight anymore like he just disappeared and all Morgoth fell lose when the woodland elves came and killed the rest of the spiders and take them in for questioning "My prince they have a child!" one of the elves said taking you from Thorin "What are you doing with a child filth?" The blond asked taking you into his arms! When he did he removed the blanket to see to his surprise that your an elfling "DID YOU KIDNAPPED THIS CHILD?" He shouted to the dwarves upsetting you "Legolas please." A she elf with red hair said "I'm sorry little one." Legolas said gently cradling you thus calming you down "We shall move out." Legolas said carrying you "You have beautiful eyes little one." Legolas said "Look at her hair." A black haired elf said pointing to your midnight blue fading to pastel blue hair making Legolas look at it as well "So unusual." He said running his fingers through your hair while you just poked his cheek in curiosity like the innocent little bean you are "SHE'S SO CUTE." A she elf gushed at you making you giggle at the attention you where receiving earning chuckles from the adult elves.

When you reached Mirkwood palace

you received more attention although you didn't like to many eyes on you so you whimpered "What's wrong little one?" Legolas asked hearing and seeing your discomfort "Oh it's ok little sister." He said with a smile 'I hope Ada will be gentle with her.' Legolas thinks to himself walking to the throne room after his father finished interrogating Thorin Oakenshield. Legolas stops in front of massive double doors with two guards blocking them, upon seeing him the guards bowed and opened the door for him. Once he was inside the Throne room Legolas sees his father. King Thranduil sitting on his throne with his signature bored expression until he saw you in his sons arms "That child." Thranduil said in awe getting up from his throne and slowly walking towards you and Legolas. He gently placed his hand on your head making you giggle from how big his hand is compared to your little head earning a small smile from the king as he gently took you from the prince "Where did you come from little one." He asked looking into your starlight silver and amethyst purple eyes until his eyes landed on your necklace "You are of the moonlight elves." He said holding it in his palm as you cooed at him until a growl came from your stomach making you whimper once again "Ohh don't cry little sister." Legolas said while a maid came in with a glass bottle of elks Milk in hand.

Thranduil takes the bottle and begins feeding you then burps you.

With your stomach full you fell asleep in the kings warm arms making him smile warmly at how tiny you are in his arms "Good night little star." He said gently kissing your head as he watches you close your eyes with a little squeak.

The next morning Bilbo managed to free the dwarves and grab you without the elves seeing him with help from his lucky (cursed) ring of course.

Long story short in Laketown Bard and his children love you, When Smaug attacked Sigrid held you the whole time, during the battle of the Five Armies you stayed with the Bardlings, after the battle everyone survives and makes peace, Thranduil adopts you as his new daughter after Legolas heads out to find Strider, Thorin and Thranduil mended the alliance between Elves and dwarves and as for you. You became the new princess of Mirkwood after Thranduil adopted you and everyone is wrapped around you chubby little finger.

[moqiuyue]

The Burglar and the King - Ch. 20

Sneak Peek ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺

“What is that?” Ori dared to ask once he had caught his breath. Although his pulse still raced, and whose wouldn’t, after encountering such a beast?

“That… is our host,” Gandalf revealed, to the shock and bewilderment of everyone present. “His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer. Sometimes he’s a huge black bear; sometimes he’s a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with.” More scrutinizing gazes came from the dwarves, but Gandalf ignored them and added, “However, he is not overfond of dwarves.”

Thorin made a face. “You knew that? And yet you brought us here without telling us that?”

“Leave it to the wizard to spring things up on you without warning,” Bilbo chided, more to himself. This whole burgling business, the dragon, Rivendell… The list could go on. Thorin heard Bilbo’s little comment and internally agreed.

Coming soon on AO3 ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺

[potatothatcanwrite]

~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 4/?

A/N- my tummy hurts

Word Count- 3.0k

Summary- Radagast is a bloody menace and Rivendale is like a pretty princess (can you tell idk what to put here?)

Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of scars, torture and death

italics=elvish bold=dwarvish

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The troll cave smelled like a giant pile of shit and dead bodies. Eyja carefully makes her way downwards into the cave until Gandalf stops in front of her, turning and holding an unlit torch out to her. "Eyja, can you light this please?" She sighs and takes the torch from his hand. Bringing the foul smelling thing up to her face, she brings in a deep breath before letting out a mighty puff, flames passing over her lips and catching on the torches material. "Thank you." Gandalf turns back around, the now lit torch illuminating the gold and other treasure lining the walls.

Kili steps up beside Eyja, watching as she sifts through the weapons tossed haphazardly about. "How were you able to light that torch?"

She continues running her hands over blades and bows as she answers, "I am a skin changer, while the outside is me shifts from one form to another, the inside, remains the same, though it does shrink and grow to match my body." Kili hums a sound of acknowledgment and points to a long wooden bow she hadn't gotten to yet,

"This is a great bow if you're looking for such a weapon, the curve is strong, and the string appears to be taught." The shifter turns to the weapon, lifting it from the ground, dusting it off with the corner of her cloak, revealing a dark wood and leather grip.

Eyja nods, "You are right, this is a fine bow, do you see a quiver anywhere?" Kili's smile widens at her praise, the matching quiver of arrows already in his outstretched hand. "Thank you Kili, are you in need of any weapons?"

he thinks to himself for a moment, "No I think I have all that I need." Eyja nods and starts off back towards the entrance of the cave, passing Gandalf handing Bilbo a small sword. As they reach the top, and Eyja begins reorganizing her small stash of blades and new bow the rest of the company begins to file out, many of them inhaling deep breaths of the fresh air. Eyja turns her back to the dwarven prince and looks back over her shoulder at him.

"Could you undo the sheath on my back, I can't seem to reach it?"

"Ya I can do that." Kili's hands brush lightly over her hair on the way to the strap holding her sheath to her body, and Eyja stills at the contact. As his hands fiddle with the clasp, she reaches back and pulls her hair to the side so to get it out of the way. As the clasp finally lets go and Kili lifts her sword from her back.

Eyja turns smile wide on her face ready to thank him when through the trees barrels huge rabbits towing a sled holding a small man cloaked in brown, lopsided hat pulled low over his ears. the dwarves quickly pull tightly into a group blades at the ready, but Gandalf steps forward laughter in his voice.

"Radagast the brown, what on earth are you doing here?" Kili shoots a questioning look to Eyja as if to confirm this is the wizard she had spoken of the day prior. The shifter meets his gaze for a fleeting moment, nodding, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had never seen the wizard in such a state of panic as he explained to the grey wizard how the greenwood is sick. As they wander away from the group Eyja turns back to the dwarf at her side.

"So that's Radagast," Kili's tone is light as he watches Eyja secure her sword to her waist.

"Yes, though I've never seen him look quite so worried before, normally he is quite calm, something must be terribly wrong to have him so upset." As she slings her new quiver over her shoulder and across her body, a menacing howl pierces the air, chilling the blood in her veins.

"Was that a wolf?" Bilbo's question is spoken swiftly his voice laden with fear, for the hobbit had never heard such a noise before.

Bofur's response is shaky and uncertain, "That is no wolf."

Movement behind the two catches Eyja's gaze, "Wargs!" her shout rings through the air and every dwarf turn weapons out as the beast hurtles down the hill towards them, it tackles Dwalin to the ground, only for Thorin to bring his new elvish blade down with bone crushing force. As another warg comes barreling at them, Kili readies an arrow and lets it fly, the arrow sinking deep in the creatures leg, causing it to tumble the rest of the way down the mossy hill, Eyja brings her blade across its throat with a quick twirl, the dark blood splattering across her cloak and face. She bares her teeth at the foul animal as it let out one last whining howl.

Thorin wrenches his blade from the neck of the first warg, "Warg scouts, which means an orc pack is not far behind."

"we have to get out of here." Dwalin's voice is tense and he looks to Thorin.

Ori rushes to the group, "We can't, the ponies have run off."

Radagast volunteers to draw them off and Gandalf turns to face his companion, "These are gundabarg wargs, they will outrun you."

A wild glint enters the brown wizards eyes, "These are ruskavelle rabbits, I would like to see them try." He climbs back onto his sled, commanding the rabbits forward, and he takes off like an arrow shot from a bow, here one moment, gone the next.

The howls and wails of the warg pack draw closer only for them to be drowned out for a moment by the sound of Radagast yelling obscenities at the orcs as he rushes past. As the orc pack take off after the wizard, Gandalf ushers the company to move, he runs in front of them leading them into the open fields. Eyja brings up the back of group, making sure that none of the dwarves get left behind, ushering them forward when they start to slow.

The group runs down the hill and moves to pass a large boulder when Radagast flies past, manic giggles escaping him, and the large pack of orcs soon follows. Many times in their mad dash across the plains are they cut off by the parade of orcs chasing the gleeful wizard. The group slams their backs against the boulder as Radagast darts in front of them once again and one of the orcs moves his steed atop the rock which they try to hide under. Thorin turns to meet his nephews eyes and nods at him. slowly Kili draws an arrow, and knocks it on his bow, taking a breath, he steps away from the rock revealing himself to the orc atop it. Letting the arrow loose, it flies into the chest of the warg, and as the orc brings his horn to his mouth intending to call for the others, Kili looses another arrow into the chest of the orc. The wail of the dying orc and warg ricochet off the rocks echoing at deafening volumes. Eyja sinks her blade into the orc's skull silencing it as Dwalin dispatches the warg, but not before it lets out another agonizing howl.

"Move, run!" Gandalf's yell is heavy with panic, "This way quickly!" he leads the company towards a rock surrounding by a small stand of trees, Thorin's shouts for Kili to shoot the beasts has Eyja readying her own bow, letting arrows fly in every direction, as more and more wargs pour over the hills.

Dwalin yells that Gandalf had abandoned them, but as Eyja turns quickly to seek out the wizard, her mind connects the dots as to where they are. She resumes shooting at the orcs as they advance, Kili by her side mirroring each other.

"This way you fools!" Gandalf's cry from the rocks reaches Eyja's ears at about the same time as an unseen warg pushes her to the ground, teeth bared and saliva dripping. She wrenches her dagger from its place on her thigh, driving it home in the underside of the beasts jaw and dragging it downwards, towards its neck. Kili turns to find Eyja covered in blood, pushing the now deceased warg off her.

Thorin's shouts for Kili and the shifter to run, has them turn from the orcs, they begin to sprint, Eyja dragging Kili along by the wrist as she out paces him. As she dives into the crevice, pulling the brunette dwarrow with her, Thorin jumps down sliding after them. As her feet hit the bottom of the hole she steadies herself on the cool rock wall. Kili stands beside her, out of breath, and unsteady himself. A horn sounds from outside the cave and the sound of hooves pounding the earth sounds in the air. As the sounds of orcs yelling and wargs dying grows louder Eyja and Thorin begin pushing the company away from the entrance, trying to remain concealed from the newcomers. An orc comes rolling down into the cave, arrow protruding from it head,

"Elves." Thorin's voice holds distaste as he tosses the retrieved arrow aside. Bofur calls that they should follow the path and starts walking, the group filing down the twisting hall. Kili and Eyja fall to the back of the group, and she rests a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright Kili?" Her eyes dart over his face, "Do you need to rest?" His breaths are still coming in momentous heaves, but he shakes his head, face turning red at her show of concern.

"Ya," his eyes meet hers and he pauses for a moment at the concern swimming in them, "I'm alright, what about you?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Her voice is soft, and her eyes dance over Kili's face, and they catch on the leaf stuck in his bangs, "Hold still." She reaches out gently pulling the debris from his hair, the strands are soft against her fingers and she drops the leaf on the ground between them. "There was a leaf in your hair."

Kili's face is now a bright red, and he avoids her gaze, "Thank you." The sounds of the company are getting farther away and Kili turns to face the hall, "We should probably catch up to the rest of the group." Eyja nods, and they walk down the path, side by side hands occasionally brushing.

As the pair round the last corner, they come across the company, standing in awe as they lay their eyes on Rivendale, home of the elves. Kili jaw drops open at the waterfalls and architecture. the company makes their way down the hills, and across the bridge approaching the elf standing at the base of the steps. Eyja, bounds forward, bringing the dark haired elf into a hug, which is quickly returned by the ellon. "Lindir, it's lovely to see you, it has been far to long old friend." While Eyja releases the elf from her grasp, Gandalf approaches, and begins speaking with the tall man over the whereabouts of Lord Elrond. Kili stands beside his brother brows furrowed at the elf Gandalf and Eyja are conversing with.

"Brother if you continue to glare at him, he might spontaneously combust." Fili's teasing only serves to make his brothers scowl deepen.

"It's nothing." Kili walks away from his brother, stopping only when he's standing at Eyja's side chin held high as he watches the exchange between the three taller beings. A horn sounding across the valley turns the heads of all those present to the incoming procession of horses. The dwarves quickly bunch up, Kili pushing Eyja to the center of their circle alongside bilbo who had been put there by Thorin. The shifter just laughed and waved at the elven lord as he stepped off his horse.

"Eyja, what a wonderful surprise, it is lovely to see you again," Elrond steps forward and Eyja steps out of the circle of defensive dwarrow, "What brings you here this time dear shifter?"

She bows slightly before responding, "I'm afraid you're going to have to ask Gandalf for the details, for he is leading us." She smiles at the elf before rejoining her dwarven companions, standing next to the very prickly looking Kili. "Are you alright Kili, you look ready to remove somebodies head?" The brunette prince looks to her, the yellow of her eyes reflecting the sun in such a way they appeared to glow.

He nods curtly, "Yes I'm quite alright, how do you know the elves?"

Eyja smiles gently as she looks up to see Elrond and Thorin discussing something, "I met Lord Elrond many years ago, I was passing nearby and was attacked by a band of goblins, Lindir and Lord Elrond were a part of the hunting party that helped me that day." Her smile widens remembering the day, and how she had thrown Lindir to the ground at first mistaking him for an enemy. Kili nods, and tenses once more as Elrond begins to speak in the elven tongue to his uncle.

Gloin brandishes his weapon, "Does he offer us insult?" Eyja laughs quietly.

"No Master Gloin, he offers you food." Her lilting voice is joyous as she explains Elrond's words to the company, causing them to go quiet before Gloin says to lead the way.

The group is led to an open area, where they are told to leave their bags and supplies. Eyja shrugs off her cloak folding it carefully before placing it on the floor, laying her weapons down beside it. Kili watches the skin changer closely, and mimics her actions. Eyja walks over to kneel beside the prince, who is placing his things on the ground in a not so neat pile, "I am going to go and wash all this blood off, follow Lindir, he will show you to a table and provide you with food, I will join you all in a moment." The dwarrow turns his head, pleading silently for her not to leave him alone in the unfamiliar place, but the shifter nods once, before rising and walking swiftly and surely down the hall. Kili moves to stand by his brother, whispering quietly to him the same thing Eyja told him.

Once the rest of the company has finished organizing their bags, Lindir turns to face the group, "Follow me," His voice is smooth and he spares no eye contact for any of them, instead turning on his heel and starting down a new hall. The thirteen dwarves and singular hobbit are quick to follow, not wanting to get lost in the unknown city. The raven haired ellon leads them down the white hallway, before opening a large wooden door to a ginormous room. the room is lit by the setting sun, and filled with a long table with many dwarf sized seats and one regular sized chair. on a raised platform at the end of the room, sectioned off by towering floor to ceiling pillars is a separate table, where the elf lord already sits with the grey wizard.

"Ah welcome, Master Thorin, please join me at my table and do bring your Hobbit, the rest of you my take a seat, the food will be out shortly." Everyone moves at once, the promise of food has them scrambling to find a seat. Kili seats himself beside the larger chair, hoping that when you return, you will sit with them instead of the other table.

As promised, elves are soon bustling around them bringing platters and bowls of food to the long table. But as the dwarves sift through the many dishes, they find no meat. As the company grumbles and complains over the lack of protein, the doors open once more. Eyja steps into the room, skin no longer covered in blood, and dressed in a pair of loose brown pants, that are sinched at the waist and tucked into her boots, her shirt is flowing and white, cuffed at the wrists and tucked in at the waist.

She rounds the long table heading to the empty chair next to the raven haired dwarven prince, but pauses as Lindir grabs her arm. Kili doesn't hear what the elf says to her but at the way her fists clench and her brow furrows, he suspects it can't be anything good. Eyja nods grimly at her friend before stepping past him to rejoin her dwarf companions.

As she pulls the chair out and sits down Kili turns his head, watching her through the curtain of his hair. She quickly dishes some of the leafy meal onto her plate, eyes unfocused. He lifts his head and turns to face the skin changer fully, "Are you alright?" His question seems to shock her out of her trance like state.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, there's just some new information that's been brought to my attention," Eyja shakes her head, "but no matter, it is of little consequence now." Kili raises a brow, but leaves the subject alone for the moment.

"If you say so, hey me and Fili have been thinking-"

"That's never a good thing." Eyja tone is teasing and she smiles at the dwarf.

"Choosing to ignore that, but anyways, we were wondering why Bilbo is called a burglar and not just a robbit." The timing of his words couldn't have been worse, as the shifter had just taken a large drink of water. Eyja bursts out laughing, spewing water over the unfortunate Dwalin seated across from her. As her laughter dies down to giggles and coughing she chokes out an apology as the burly tattooed dwarf scowls. Kili and Fili howl with laughter as they watch the shifter try and mop up the mess with the napkin on the table.

It was then that Bofur leapt onto the table, declaring the music to be unfit for the company and bursting out into song and dance, stomping over the food. The commotion draws the attention of those at the other table and Lord Elrond grumbles as the company sings along, Eyja smiling joyfully.

[ellrond]

Bagginshield + 4. if you don’t write a serious response to this I will make you sleep in my bathtub in august 😌😉😘

im hanging my head in my fucking hands

4 - where it hurts

Thorin's wrist was swollen from the weight of the foreign blade. Quite the fine sword, it was forged with taller men in mind, and the balance of it was all wrong for him. It pulled on his hand all wrong, and it made his bones ache.

He sat on the step of Beorn's home with the blade on his lap. The sun above him was warm. In the great garden that surrounded the home, grass grew long and thick, and bugs and birds flitted about in abundance. His gaze drifted to the hobbit who was bent over one of the beehives the skin-changer kept. It made him smile slightly.

"Come look at this!" Bilbo called over his shoulder to his friend. "I think there are two queens here! I've never seen such a thing!"

"Oh, I believe you," Thorin called back. There was a sudden and especially painful twinge in his wrist and he hissed.

Bilbo turned to him and straightened up with worry in his face. He hurried over to him and sat on the step next to him. "You said it was feeling better."

"It was."

Bilbo tutted as he carefully took Thorin's hand and turned it. He touched the red and swollen joint with a frown. "It doesn't look it."

Thorin snorted. "It's fine. I'm still growing accustomed to it, that's all."

"Hmm." Bilbo bent his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Thorin's wrist, feeling the heat from it. It made a different sort of warmth spread through the dwarf, and his smile returned. His cheeks turned red. It didn't dull the pain, but it did make him feel better.

[sauntervaguelydown]

From Feather Unpacks the Hobbit (ep 6):

"Which brings us to Beorn, and their time with Beorn. 

Beorn is a problem. Beorn is one of those things that sticks in the easy understanding that the texts do lay out to us in a way not dissimilar to Tom Bombadil, where it's not immediately or transparently explained how he fits into the world as we understand it - especially as The Silmarillion explains it to us. 

Beorn is described by Gandalf (or at least by Narrator Bilbo speaking through Gandalf) thusly: 

He is a skin-changer. He changes his skin: sometimes he is a huge black bear, sometimes he is a great strong black-haired man with huge arms and a great beard. I cannot tell you much more, though that ought to be enough. Some say that he is a bear descended from the great and ancient bears of the mountains that lived there before the giants came. Others say that he is a man descended from the first men who lived before Smaug or the other dragons came into this part of the world, and before the goblins came into the hills out of the North. I cannot say, though I fancy the last is the true tale. He is not the sort of person to ask questions of.

At any rate he is under no enchantment but his own. He lives in an oak-wood and has a great wooden house; and as a man he keeps cattle and horses which are nearly as marvellous as himself. They work for him and talk to him. He does not eat them; neither does he hunt or eat wild animals. He keeps hives and hives of great fierce bees, and lives most on cream and honey. As a bear he ranges far and wide. I once saw him sitting all alone on the top of the Carrock at night watching the moon sinking towards the Misty Mountains, and I heard him growl in the tongue of bears: "The day will come when they will perish and I shall go back!" That is why I believe he once came from the mountains himself.

Now there are a few other things we know about Beorn, and one specifically is that is he mortal (or at least that other people thought that he died at some point): his son is the lord of the Beornings by the War of the Ring, and there are reputed to be at least several other skin-changers in the lot of them, so presumably at some point Beorn sired children, and he's not around by the War of the Ring. 

[...]

One possibility is that Beorn himself is one of these Maiar. It would explain his ability to change his shape; it would also explain why he brooded resentfully over the idea of having lost the Misty Mountains to the orcs, and so on. However, given that Grimbeorn his son is explicitly and continually identified as his son, this would require either that this be untrue (and that stories of the Beorning skin-changers also be untrue) and Grimbeorn be somehow adoptive, or it would require that a Maia sired a child with an Atani [human] woman in the midst of the Third Age, which feels a bit off. He'd also have to be both willing to muck around as much as he did, and where he was living, and yet not have attracted Sauron's hostile attention, which seems unlikely. If this were the case, presumably either he did fall afoul of Sauron at some point, or he went off whenever his son got old enough. 

That one also feels a bit off because I feel like it would be hard for even huge numbers of orcs to run a Maia who still has access to a bear-shape off his patch. But it's a possibility. 

However, the more suggestive and compelling possibility to me is that despite the Eldarin claims, Melian was not in fact the only Maia ever to fall for, or procreate with, one of the Children [elves and humans]. 

That she was by far the most powerful, definitely, and I suspect that the occasion for any other would have to be just about as remarkable and spectacular. But I don't think it's beyond possibility that once upon a time, a Maia of Yavanna or Oromë living somewhere in the mountains - very possibly as a bear, but maybe mostly as something else - encountered an Atane at least close to being as special as Beren was, or equivalent to Elu Thingol but mortal, and had a child with him, and that as a result much like the lineage of Elros keeps throwing up these astonishing healers and people who can have a power-level wrestling match with Sauron via palantír and win, there's this other lineage that keeps throwing up Atani who can change their skin - and, as it happens, talk to animals. 

Given that Oromë was a hunter, Beorn's specific avoidance of eating meat and his tendency towards cultivation with his home suggests to me that his lineage comes from Yavanna, which would also contribute to his inclination to like Radagast (who is himself one of Yavanna's Maiar). It would also help explain his a priori dislike of the Khazâd, as Khazâd due to Aulë's not telling his wife about them lack certain harmonics that would make them resonate with living things rather than things-of-craft, and that sets up a tension. 

On the other hand he has a lot of hounds, and Oromë and hounds are a very strong association. 

That's all speculation; we have no real answer. But it's a possibility that makes sense to me, and sometimes speculation is fun. "

[omgsquee2001]

Chapter 2: Dol Guldur and Mirkwood

~~~~

Azog walked out onto a raised walkway in Dol Guldur. A darkness flew through the air and spoke to Azog in Black Speech. 

"We grow in number. We grow in strength. I entered the Half Breed's mind and showed her what she is to become. You will lead my armies." The Darkness said. Azog growled. 

"What of Oakenshield?" Azog asked. He was still hell-bent on killing Oakenshield and ending the line of Durin once and for all. He still had plans to betray the Darkness and take the Half Breed's powers for himself, though he had to be careful, for the Darkness could enter his mind and his plans would be in vain.

"War is coming." The Darkness said, ignoring Azog's question. 

"You promised me his head!" Azog shouted in anger. The Darkness flew right through Azog and he spun around to face it.

"Once I have the Half Breed's powers, death will come to all." The Darkness promised. The Darkness disappeared, leaving Azog angry with his question unanswered. He snarled in anger. An Orc came to him. 

"Do we call off the hunt?" The Orc asked. Azog contemplated for a few seconds, then made up his mind.

"Bolg!"

The Orcs turned as Bolg, much taller than any of the other Orcs, matching Azog in height, strode up to Azog, pushing the other Orcs aside. Azog and Bolg stood toe to toe. 

"I have a task for you. Do you still thirst for Dwarf blood?" Azog asked. Bolg smiled in hatred and excitement, eager to spill more blood. 

~~~~~

Back at Beorn's house, Beorn's ponies were prancing through the fields. A very large bumblebee landed on Bilbo's nose, waking him with a start. Putting on his jacket, he walked toward the kitchen, where all the dwarves and Gandalf were already seated. Mizim's tail thumped in happiness as Bilbo gently stroked her fur, looking around in awe at the huge interior of the house. Beorn poured milk from a pitcher into Fili's cup. Beorn was much taller than any human, even taller than Gandalf. Beorn looked at Thorin and Alrún, who was resting her head against Thorin's shoulder, still very much uneasy about her dream the other night.

"So you are the one they call Oakenshield, and she, she is the daughter of Aredhel." Beorn said. "Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?" Beorn asked. Thorin looked at Beorn slightly shocked. 

"You know of Azog? How?"

Beorn looked at the Dwarf King with sad eyes. 

"My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved." Beorn explained. Alrún looked at the remnants of manacles on Beorn's wrist. She felt bad for the Skin-Changer. To be enslaved for sport sounded like a fate worse than death. Beorn looked at Alrún. "Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him." Beorn said. Alrún looked at the Skin-Changer. 

"That's horrible." She said. Beorn nodded solemnly.

"There are others like you?" Bilbo asked. Beorn looked at Bilbo. 

"Once, there were many."

"And now?"

“Now, there is only one."

The dwarves, Bilbo, and Gandalf looked on in silence. Beorn looked at Gandalf and spoke, breaking the silence, 

"You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn?" Beorn asked. Gandalf nodded. 

"Before Durin's Day falls, yes." 

Beorn looked at the wizard. 

"You are running out of time."

"Which is why we must go through Mirkwood." Gandalf said. Alrún had read about Mirkwood. She read that the King had lost his Queen and became hardened and refused to offer help to lands outside of his own. She thought back to that day, so many years ago, when the King turned his back on Alrún, Thorin and his people. She was sure that he had his reasons, but it still hurt, nonetheless. 

"A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need." Beorn argued. Alrún's eyes widened. Gandalf had spoken of a Necromancer in Rivendell in the meeting with the White Council. What he had claimed was true then. 

"We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe." Gandalf insisted. Beorn scoffed lightly.  

"Safe? The Wood-Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They're less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not." Beorn said. Thorin looked at the Skin-Changer. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. 

"These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing, and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive." Beorn said. Alrún sighed. She wanted to ask Beorn more about the Necromancer and if he had heard anything about the Necromancer going after her for her powers, but it seemed now wasn't the time. Thorin looked shocked. Beorn stood up from the table and faced Thorin. "I don't like dwarves. They're greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own." Beorn said. He picked up a mouse that had been scampering on the table and held it gently, all the while approaching Thorin, who was standing with his arms crossed. Alrún tensed, unconsciously moving her arm out to the side, calling the earth to her will, ready to attack if the Skin-changer tried anything. Little clumps of earth gathered at her fingertips, ready to do their master’s will. "But Orcs I hate more." Beorn said. He looked up at the couple and saw Alrún's arm relax, realizing that he wasn't going to cause harm to her lover. "What do you need?"

~~~~

The Company saddled and rode Beorn's ponies. Alrún stayed behind with Gandalf for a little bit, sitting in Mizim's saddle. Beorn looked at the young woman and the Wizard. 

“Go now, while you have the light. The hunters are not far behind," Beorn said. He looked at Alrún. "Stay sharp, Daughter of Aredhel. The Necromancer seeks to take your powers. And do not fear. You are stronger than you think." He said. Alrún smiled gently at the Skin-Changer. 

"Thank you Beorn, for everything," she looked at Mizim. "Let's go, Mizim." She said. Mizim ran off, running after the Company to rejoin them. The company rode rapidly across the land, slowing to a stop as they approached a looming, gloomy-looking forest. Gandalf dismounted and walked into the edge of the forest through an ancient archway. 

"The Elven Gate." Gandalf said to himself. Alrún dismounted Mizim as Gandalf turned to the rest. "Here lies our path through Mirkwood." He said. 

"No sign of the Orcs. We have luck on our side." Dwalin said as he dismounted. Alrún looked at her friend, gently patting Mizim's side. 

"Not for long. Azog and his Orcs are faster than they seem we can't afford to rest for very long." She said. Gandalf squinted as he saw something in the distance. It was Beorn, in his bear-form, watching them from a distant ridge.

"Set the ponies loose. Let them return to their master." Gandalf said. The dwarves and Bilbo dismounted and began taking their supplies off the ponies. Bilbo approached the forest on foot.

"This forest feels...sick, as if a disease lies upon it." He observed. He turned to look at the company. "Is there no way around?" He asked. Alrún looked at him as she was helping Kili take his supplies off of his pony. She shook her head. 

"Not unless we go two hundred miles north, or twice that distance south." She said. Again, her reading had come to great use while she was in Erebor before Smaug attacked. Gandalf followed a path a few feet further into the shadows and approached a plant-covered statue. At the same time, Bilbo, who was standing by himself, reached into his pocket and, after some internal conflict, slowly pulled out the Ring and fingered it. Alrún gasped and closed her eyes in slight pain. Just like at Beorn's house, she heard the same chant that she had in her nightmare. 

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

As Gandalf approached the statue, he heard Galadriel's voice in his head. 

Something moves in the shadows unseen, hidden from our sight. Every day it grows in strength. Beware the Necromancer. He is not what he seems. Galadriel’s words rang in his heads as Gandalf approached the statue apprehensively, then quickly yanked off the vines, revealing a painted-on Eye of Sauron. A flaming eye appeared in Alrún's vision, causing her to gasp in fear and look around, terrified.

If our enemy has returned and after Alrún, we must know. Go to the tombs in the mountains.

“Alrún?" 

She gasped and looked at Fili. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, placing a comforting hand on her back. She forced a smile at her Nephew. 

"Yes, Fili, I'm fine. Just, nervous." She said. Fili smiled. 

"No need to be nervous, Auntie. You have Uncle, Kili and I to protect you." He said. Alrún smiled at her Nephew's bravery. 

"Thank you, Fili." She said. 

Gandalf stared at the Eye of Sauron and nodded. 

“The High Fells. So be it." He said to himself. The unladen ponies trotted away. Nori was just about to finish unsaddling Gandalf's horse when Gandalf emerged from the forest.

"Not my horse! I need it." he shouted. As Gandalf strode forward, the Company looked up and murmured in surprise. Alrún looked at Gandalf and furrowed her brows. 

"You're not leaving us?" She said. Gandalf looked at her. 

"I would not do this unless I had to, my dear." He said. Gandalf looked at Mizim, having a silent conversation with the wolf. Mizim huffed and nodded, moving her head to bump into Alrún's side. The woman chuckled and gently stroked Mizim's head. Gandalf looked at Thorin, then turned and looked at a dejected Bilbo.

"You've changed, Bilbo Baggins. You're not the same Hobbit as the one who left the Shire." Gandalf said, pride shining in his voice. Bilbo seemed to have a internal conflict before speaking, 

"I was going to tell you; I...found something in the Goblin tunnels." Bilbo said. Gandalf looked at Bilbo. 

"Found what?"

Gandalf leaned forward curiously and suspiciously; Bilbo didn't answer immediately, but fumbled with the ring in his pocket.

"What did you find?"

Bilbo stayed silent for several more seconds, then finally responded. 

"My courage." Bilbo said. He removed his hand from his pocket. Gandalf nodded for a moment, feeling as if there was something more than what Bilbo had said. 

"Good. Well, that's good. You'll need it." He said. Gandalf turned and began walking toward his horse; he spoke as he passed Thorin and Alrún. "I'll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor. Keep the map and key safe. Do not enter that mountain without me." Gandalf stopped and looked hard at Thorin as he said this, then continued toward his horse.

"This is not the Greenwood of old. The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion. It will seek to enter your mind and lead you astray." Gandalf warned. Alrún sighed. She felt as if things were going to go very wrong very quickly without Gandalf there. 

"Lead us astray? What does that mean?" Bilbo asked Dwalin. Alrún looked at Bilbo. 

"What do you think it means?" She asked. Gandalf got on his horse. It began raining lightly, even though the sun was out.

"You must stay on the path; do not leave it. If you do, you will never find it again." Gandalf warned. Gandalf turned his horse and rode away. "No matter what may come, stay on the path!" Gandalf shouted as he rode away. The air felt ten times more tense now that Gandalf was gone. The company was on their own. Alrún knew how stubborn Thorin could be and she didn't know if she could lead him and the company if the forest lead them astray. Thorin and Company turned toward the forest.

“Come on. We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin's Day." Thorin said as he started walking into the forest. 

"Durin's Day. Let's go!" 

"This is our one chance to find the hidden door." Thorin reminded. The Company entered Mirkwood. They were following the paved path that started at the Elven Gate. Alrún lead the way. She knelt and pressed her fingers to the ground, closing her eyes and concentrating. She saw that the path turned a corner. 

"The path goes this way." She said. As the dwarves and Bilbo kept following the path through the forest, it twisted and turned over all sorts of terrain such as bare ground, high ledges, fallen tree trunks, and more. Dwalin thumped the handle of his hammer on the ground to find the paving stones of the trail.

"This way." he said, leading on. They continued walking. The company had started feeling the  affects of the Forest. 

"Air. I need air."

"My head, it's spinning."

At one point, they all stopped abruptly, Nori in the front. Confusion broke out. Alrún frowned.

"What's happening?" She asked. Thorin made his way to the top. 

"Keep moving. Nori, why have we stopped?" He asked. Nori pointed out in front of him. 

“The path...it's disappeared!" He said. Alrún's heart stopped. 

"What's going on?"

"We've lost the path!"

Thorin looked at Alrún. 

"Alrún, can you feel the path? Can you see it?" He asked. Alrún knelt down to the ground and placed her hand there, concentrating again. She couldn't see or feel anything. She looked at Thorin and sighed, shaking her head. Thorin looked at the others. 

"Find it. All of you look. Look for the path!" He shouted in urgency.

Unbeknownst to them, the path is not far away from them, but on the other side of the cliff. They had unknowingly left it some time ago.

The Company wandered through the forest. The forest was beginning to affect them mentally, and they staggered about.

"I don't remember this place before. None of it's familiar."

"It's got to be here."

"What hour is it?"

"I do not know. I don't even know what day it is."

"Is there no end to this accursed place?!" Thorin shouted angrily, the echo of his shout seeming to mock his misery and the misery of his Company.

The dwarves were all muttering and rambling as they wandered about. Bilbo absentmindedly plucked a spiderweb; it vibrated, and the vibrations continued through the various linked spiderwebs and far off into the forest. Bilbo plucked the web again. He heard a strange whispering noise. Alrún stared as the web stopped vibrating. Bilbo went to pluck it a third time, but Alrún quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Bilbo looked at Alrún in confusion. 

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you." She warned. They continued walking. Bilbo looked down and saw himself walking backward, although it's actually just an illusion. He looked back at Dori, behind him, and saw himself. His entire vision began shifting and tilting. Ori leaned down and picked up a tobacco pouch. 

"Look." Ori said in wonder. Dori took it from his brother. 

"A tobacco pouch. There's dwarves in these woods." Dori said. Bofur took the pouch from Dori.

"Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine." Bofur said. Alrún sighed in exasperation. While she was also effected by the forest, she tried to fight back against the illusions. 

"Because it is yours." Alrún argued, trying to get the company to see reason. Bilbo nodded. 

"You understand? We're going round in circles. We are lost." Bilbo said. Dwalin looked at Bilbo and Alrún. 

"We're not lost. We keep heading east." Dwalin said, determination in his voice. 

"But which way is east? We've lost the sun." Oin said. As the dwarves began bickering indistinctly, Alrún looked around. She found Bilbo's eyes. Clearly, they were thinking the same thing. 

"The sun." She said. Bilbo nodded.

"We have to find the sun." He agreed. Alrún  pointed to the canopy above. 

"Bilbo, you're the only one who can get up there. I'll stay down here and try to snap them out of it. Go and find the sun." Alrún said. Bilbo nodded. Bilbo stared to climb up the nearby tree trunk. The dwarves had started fighting and pushing each other around. Alrún tilted her head, hearing the same whispering she had heard when Bilbo plucked the spider web. "What? What's that?" She asked herself. She listened more intently. The whispering continued. Realization dawned on her. They weren't alone. 

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//Okay, so, real quick, I'm debating on weather Alrún should go to the tomb in the mountains with Gandalf. I might not since she needs the Arkenstone to awaken her powers fully, but I was also thinking, that, like Galadriel, she could have another awesome power explosion moment and fight against the evil there and protect Gandalf. What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments below.//

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Returning Home Chapter 9- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Bellarose Baggins

Description: The Company meets an unlikely ally in the form of a skin-changer.

Word Count: 2.4k

The sun was beginning to rise as Bilbo and Bellarose peeked over some rocks on a high ledge. There, they saw Azog and his Warg scouts running along a ridgeline a little too close for Bellarose’s comfort. Occasionally they stopped to smell the air, obviously trying to pick up the Company’s scent. Thankfully it looked like they didn’t sense the Company nearby because they ran off. 

The Hobbits sighed in relief, though their relief didn’t last long when they heard a snarl from the side. They ducked behind the rocks, waiting for a moment before risking another peek over the rocks. Bellarose’s eyes widened when she noticed a bear watching Azog from another pile of rocks, snarling softly. Only…it wasn’t the size of a normal bear. It was far larger than anything she’d ever seen, and the roar it let out only served to frighten her further. 

“Come on,” Bilbo whispered from beside her, gesturing for them to sneak away. The younger girl did as he said and the two of them made their way back to the Company. 

“How close is the pack?” Dwalin asked. 

“Too close,” Bellarose breathed out. “A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it.”

“Have the Wargs picked up our scent?” The Dwarf questioned eagerly. 

“Not yet, but they will; we have another problem,” Bilbo answered this time. 

“Did they see you?” Gandalf asked urgently. “They saw you!”

“What? No, that's not it.” The younger Baggins responded, earning a smile from the Wizard as he turned to the Dwarves. 

“What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material, both of them.” The others chuckled loudly and nodded in agreement. Bellarose shared an exasperated look with her brother, frustrated that they weren’t listening to them.

“Will you listen- Will you just listen?” She questioned loudly, catching the attention of the Company once again. “We’re trying to tell you there is something else out there!” The Dwarves looked worried at that, but Gandalf was the only one to speak. 

“What form did it take? Like a bear?”

“Ye…” Bilbo paused, looking at the Wizard curiously. “Y-yes. But bigger, much bigger.”

“You knew about this beast?” Bofur questioned Gandalf, but the Wizard didn’t answer and instead walked a few steps away. “I say we double back.”

“And be run down by a pack of Orcs?” Bellarose retorted.

“There is a house, it’s not far from here, where we might take refuge,” Gandalf mentioned. 

“Whose house? Are they friend or foe?” Asked Thorin. Gandalf remained silent for a moment in thought. 

“Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us.” The Company looked amongst themselves in dismay and worry. 

“What choice do we have?” Thorin grumbled. The Gray Wizard opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a roar splitting behind them. It was the bear!

“None,” Bellarose answered quickly. “Run!” 

Once again the Company found themselves running across streams and plains with no destination yet. Upon reaching a forest they discovered that Azog and his scouts were hot on their trail, which only spurred them on. As they reached a clearing on the other side of the forest Bellarose tripped on a large log she hadn’t previously seen. A pained cry left her lips as her ankle hit a piece of wood sticking out of the log and she stumbled to the ground. She attempted to scramble to her feet though in her panic it wasn’t quite working. 

She faintly heard her name being called before she was suddenly picked up. Thorin slung her around to essentially piggyback her and continued running close behind the rest of the Company. 

“To the house!” Gandalf instructed exigently, leading them on to a house surrounded by hedge in the middle of the plain. Bombur was (surprisingly) the first one to reach the door, but as it turned out, it was locked. That meant he ran directly into the door, bouncing off of it which nearly made the girl laugh if she wasn’t so scared. 

“Come on, get inside!” Gandalf yelled. The rest of the Company reached the door just seconds later, throwing themselves against it and trying to open it. Bellarose turned her head to the entrance of the glade worriedly, realizing the bear was gaining on them quickly. A loud roar tore from the bear’s throat, which caught Gandalf’s attention. 

“Open the door!” The Wizard yelled urgently, turning back to the others. One of the Dwarves yelled at the others to hurry before they finally managed to get the door open. 

They ran inside and attempted to close the door. The bear, however, had managed to get his head through the door in the split second it took for them to turn around. Thorin dropped Bellarose with a surprising amount of care before running to the door to help the other Dwarves try to push the door closed. The Hobbit girl leaned against the wall beside the front window of the house and watched fearfully. It took a minute or two but they managed to get the door closed and drop the bolt across it with one final heave. Everyone breathed a sigh of a mix of shock, fear, exhaustion and relief. 

“What is that?” Ori asked. The Wizard faced him nonchalantly.

“That...is our host,” he answered, which caused everyone to look at him in bewilderment and disbelief. “His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer. Sometimes he’s a huge black bear, sometimes he’s a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overfond of dwarves.” Bellarose looked around unsurely, noticing the Dwarves’ dismayed expression. The door creaked just a bit as Ori peaked out of a crack in the door. 

“He’s leaving!”

“Come away from there!” Dori demanded, pulling his brother away from the door with a disgruntled look. “It’s not natural, none of it. It’s obvious: he’s under some dark spell.” Gandalf faced him with an indignant look. 

“Don’t be a fool; he’s under no enchantment but his own. Alright now, get some sleep, all of you. You’ll be safe here tonight.” The Dwarves did as he said, beginning to spread out around the house. Well, except Thorin, who stopped short when he heard Bellarose grunt in pain as she stood straight and attempted to walk on her hurt ankle. 

“Oin,” he called, gesturing to the girl when the older Dwarf faced him. Oin understood immediately and moved Bellarose to sit in a large wooden chair and knelt down to examine her ankle. She hissed quietly as he moved it around to make sure it wasn’t broken. 

“Doesn’t feel broken or fractured,” he informed her with a reassuring grin. “Just a small sprain. I’ll wrap it to make sure it doesn’t move.” 

“And perhaps some ginger to help the swelling go down?” The girl asked hopefully, earning a nod from the Dwarf. 

“Wonderful idea. Either way though, I don’t recommend you walk on it for the rest of the night. With luck it’ll be better by morning.” Bellarose offered him a grateful smile. 

“Thank you, Oin.” The Dwarf merely nodded again and walked over to his medical supply bag in search of the herb. 

While she waited, Bellarose decided to check on the rest of the Company from where she sat. Her brows furrowed when she noticed Thorin crouching beside her pack. It looked like he was going through it, but upon looking closer she realized he was grabbing her bedroll out of her bag so he could lay it out. 

“Oh, Thorin you don’t have to do that,” she said quickly. 

“And let you make it by yourself with an injured ankle? I think not,” He retorted with an amused grin at her. The girl rolled her eyes playfully and sat back in her seat. It was silent between them for a moment before she looked at him again. 

“Thank you…for coming back for me,” she muttered, much softer this time. “It was a big risk to turn back with those scouts behind us. 

“I don’t think I would’ve had it in me to leave you behind,” he admitted quietly. “You are a valuable asset to this Company. It would have been a shame to lose one of our burglars.” The girl nodded, not quite knowing what to say. The way that he called her valuable in such a soft tone caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach, which surprised her. After all they’d been through she didn’t understand why that was the exact moment she’d become flustered about something he said. 

“Here we are, ginger for the swelling,” Oin said, handing her the herb. The girl thanked him and ate it, scrunching up her nose at the slight spice that accompanied the flavor. 

“I’ve already apologized to your brother, but I am sorry that I have doubted him so much,” he continued after a moment when she didn’t respond. 

“I forgave you the moment you apologized to him,” the girl answered simply, a small smile gracing her face as she looked at him. A smile to match hers appeared on the Dwarf’s face and he chuckled quietly. 

“You are much kinder than me. If I heard someone continually doubt my sister with no evidence I would not let it slide.”

“Not gonna lie, I came close to putting you in your place several times,” she admitted, earning another laugh from Thorin. It wasn’t quite a mocking laugh, but more one of amusement at the thought of such a small creature chewing him out. 

“Well I’m glad it didn’t come to that,” he muttered gently. “Get some sleep.” 

The girl nodded and slid from the chair down to her bedroll which Thorin had thankfully set up right beside her. Her eyes stayed on Thorin as he walked a few steps away to set up his own bedroll. As she watched him, a smile slowly formed on her face. He’d shown her two incredible acts of kindness in one day. Not to mention calling her valuable and saying that he didn’t have the heart to leave her left her with a racing heart. That smile stayed on her face as she turned over to get some sleep. 

Bellarose woke up early the next morning to the smell of cooking food. Her brows furrowed as she sat up, noting that most of the Company was no longer in their bedrolls. Fili and Kili sat up soon after her and looked around. The trio glanced at each other questioningly before standing in unison to see what those delicious aromas were. Upon walking to the dining area they were met with a small feast of eggs, bacon, sausage and toast with jam. Everyone else (save for Bilbo) was already sitting at the table helping themselves. 

“Ah, it’s about time you woke up,” Bofur joked from his seat. “Come take a seat and help yourselves before Bombur takes it all.” The trio laughed and did as he said. Bellarose took a seat near the end of the table as she stared at the food in awe. 

“This is amazing,” she muttered before looking at Thorin, who sat across from her. “Who made it?” 

“I did,” a deep voice spoke from behind her. She jolted in surprise then turned around, nearly breaking her neck as her head snapped upwards to see a tall (and slightly hair) man standing behind her. This must’ve been Beorn, the skin-changer Gandalf talked about.

“Tea or milk?” The man asked, holding up a kettle in one hand and a pitcher of what she assumed to be milk in the other. 

“Uh, milk please,” she answered after a moment. The man nodded and poured the milk in a mug that sat in front of her. She thanked him politely and began filling her plate as Bilbo finally joined the others. 

“So, you are the one they call Oakenshield,” Beorn started, looking at Thorin as he filled Bilbo’s mug with tea. “Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?” 

“You know of Azog?” Thorin asked rather than answering. “How?” 

“My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the Orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved.” At that moment Bellarose’s eyes landed on Beorn’s wrists, which still had the remnants of manacles. Her brows furrowed in concern as sympathy filled her. 

“Not for work, you understand, but for sport,” the skin-changer continued. “Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him.”

“There are others like you?” Bilbo asked curiously, earning a nod from Beorn. 

“Once, there were many.”

“And now?” The Hobbit urged hesitantly. A sad look came across Beorn’s face. 

“Now, there is only one,” he answered simply. Everyone stared at him with a mix of sadness and sympathy, though he disregarded it as he continued. 

“You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn?"

“Before Durin’s Day falls, yes,” Gandalf nodded. 

“You are running out of time.”

“Which is why we must go through Mirkwood.” 

“A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees,” Beorn retorted grimly, shaking his head. “There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there except in great need.”

“We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe,” Gandalf reassured him, though Beorn still scoffed at the word. 

“Safe? The Wood-Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not.” Thorin’s brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What do you mean?”

“These lands are crawling with Orcs,” Beorn explained. “Their numbers are growing, and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive.” His answer left the table shocked, though no one was more shocked than Thorin. 

“I don’t like dwarves. They’re greedy and blind, blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own,” he started as he rounded the table. He stopped beside Bofur, who’d just pushed a scampering mouse away from him like it was diseased, and carefully picked it up. He held it gently in his hand as he approached Thorin, who stood beside the table with his arms crossed. 

“But Orcs I hate more,” he concluded, which made Bellarose smile in relief. “What do you need?”

[ao3feed-barduil]

Of Secrets And Quests

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by Z3PHYRR

Bilbo Baggins was a perfectly respectable hobbit that belonged to the shire. He lived in Bag-End in his late friend’s parents’ smial. He didn't leave the hill very often, if not for food. These were the observations of outsiders, ones who didn’t know. Outsiders who were ignorant to what really went on within the small, honest quiet Hobbiton. They didn’t know how truly cruel pleasant the gentlefolk of Hobbiton could be. How inhumane kind and unkind caring they could be. What horrific experiences those that differed from the rest were forced to face. No, this is not a tale of how a simple, respectable hobbit came to join a quest with 13 dwarrow to retake Erebor and slay a dragon. No, this is not such a tale. This is the tale of Bilbo Baggins, a skinshifter who came to meet the last of his kin, kill one he had considered kin and acquire a dwarven husband and nephews.

Who is Bilbo Baggins, and just what is he?

Words: 2919, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dáin Ironfoot (at some point), Thorin's Company, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Legolas Greenleaf, Dwalin/Nori (Tolkien), Balin/Dori (mentioned), Bard the Bowman/Thranduil (Mentioned), Fíli/Ori (Tolkien), Tauriel/Her Bow, Bilbo Baggins & Tauriel, Bungo Baggins/Belladonna Took, Bilbo Baggins & Bungo Baggins & Belladonna Took, Thorin Oakenshield & Thorin's Company

Additional Tags: Skin-changer Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Is an Idiot, Thorin Has No Sense Of Direction, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits, It's Always Gandalf's Fault, Bilbo is So Done, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Protective Bilbo Baggins, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, asshole hobbits, mentioned slave trade, Child slave trade, Thranduil and the stick up his ass, Oh wait thats just Bard, Bilbo Has Issues, Bilbo needs a hug, and he's gonna get one, Thorin Broodysheild, why is that not a tag?, it should be, Bilbo Baggins Has the Patience of a Saint, Bilbo and Elladan and Elrohir prank the Company, Kili and Fili meet Elladan and Elrohir, Fíli and Kíli are Idiots, mentions of Morgoth and torture, Bilbo Is Tired, Like half-dead tired, poor baby, Abuse of Khuzdul, Bilbo speaks Khuzdul and Sindarin, Bilbo has no selfpreservation, read notes for chapter warnings, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bilbo aquires Tauriel when she is an elfling, No beta we die like Thorin Oakensheild should, Canon has been taken out back and shot, We shot the canon with a cannon, Alternate Universe-Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Self-Indulgent, Bilbo Baggins - The Linguist of Middle Earth

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[ruins-and-rewritez]

Highlights of The Hobbit

"No adventures are wanted here today"

"He eats it by the block"

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! What a jam

"Stop! I forgot my handkerchief"

"What's a burgler 'obbit"

"The trick is to skin them first" followed by "They're all invested with parasites"

Saurman pretending he ain't evil

Bilbo ducking down and the gobs just walking away

Goblin king rhyming his sentences like a casual

"Can we eats it?" "Shut up"

My man kills a whole ass goblin and still thinks he's gonna eat Bilby

That moment when Bilbo is so obviously regretting all those second breakfasts

Pale orc straight up telling some other bish to kill Thorin instead of doing it hisself and then getting mad that he can't do it later

Thorin finally accepting that Bilbo is awesome

Gandalf taking them to the 'skin-changers' house even tho there's a fifty-fifty chance that he'll straight up kill them

Wood elves in their entirety

Kili flirting with elf girl cause he for real has nothing to lose at this point

Dwarfs being hyped Bilby comes to the rescue when there are obvi gonna be guards around

Barrel escape

Legolot using dwarf bois as stepping stones

That double headshot

Dol Guldor being super pointy for absolutely no reason

Covering dwarves in fish

"Why are dwarfses coming out of our toilet?" "Will they bring us luck"

Scumbag mayor acting like he's all that

Alfrid (existing. How is he bot been killed honestly)

Twelves months in. Bilbo still don't know what he's suppose to be stealing

Not taking the black spear with the in case Smog wakes up from his nap (it would literally be so easy, ring disappear, stab.)

"It's a big white stone." No other descriptors

Smok monologing for like 2 years know he full well gonna fry these bois

"There are no dwarfves here loll whatttt"

To be Continued

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The Hobbit x Neko heterochromic teen reader part 2.

The company is at Beorn’s house (I made the image above from my Samsung phone like 2 years ago)

It's been 3 months since I meet the company, over the time I've been with them they became like a family to me Thorin and Bilbo were like parents, Gandalf, Balin, Dori and Oin were like grandfathers (Dori being the cooler one), Dwalin, Gloin, Bofur, Bifur, Bombur, and Nori we're like uncles, Fili, Kili, and Ori were like the big brothers I never had. Bilbo was on the look out for Orcs but said he saw a huge bear and that's when Gandalf said something about a house near bye, we ran until we got to the house with the huge bear not far behind us, we all got into the house and slammed the door.

Thorin: "what is that?"

Gandalf: "that is our host!"

It then came to me that our host is a skin changer how do I know?

S/N told me stories about skin changers and how they’re animal forms are bigger than the ones we see, I was snapped out of my thoughts “Get some rest we leave for Mirkwood in the morning.” Gandalf said walking over to a Haye stack as the rest of us went to a stack of our own with me and Bilbo sharing a stack.

That night:

While I was asleep with Bilbo next to me, the door opened.

Slowly opening my eyes I saw a blurry figure walking in ‘Is that the skin changer?’ I asked myself slowly falling back to sleep.

In the morning:

My eyes fluttered open as Bilbo gently woke me as we are meeting our host, I followed Bilbo to the door as he puts his coat back on and I put my cloak back on and pulled on my hood.

Gandalf Is giving instructions “Y/N, Bilbo and I will go out first, the rest of you come out in pairs! Bombur, you count as two so you should come out alone and Thorin come out last.” After Gandalf finished the instructions he told the dwarves to come out when he gave the signal.

Gandalf, Bilbo and I walked over to the very tall man chopping wood he was very hairy more than Gandalf and the Dwarves he had his back turned to us “Your nerves?” Bilbo asked Gandalf “Don’t be ridiculous!” Gandalf said when we’re in front of Mr Beorn “Good morning!” Gandalf said but the skin changer didn’t seem to hear him “Morning!” Gandalf said getting Mr Beorn’s attention “Who are you?” He asked Gandalf who introduced himself “Never heard of him.” Mr Beorn said turning around to reveal that he had a beast like face and is very hairy but other than that he was handsome as my sister told me "never judge a person by their appearances!", Gandalf began to thank Mr Beorn for his hospitality while Bilbo and I poked our heads out “Who is this Little Fellow? He’s not a dwarf is he!?.” Mr Beorn asked until he noticed me “And what about the girl.” He asked looking me up and down “He is Bilbo Baggins of Bag End and she is Y/N L/N, she’s a… Y/N dear remove your hood.” Gandalf said.

I removed my cloak to reveal my ears, H/C fading to white hair and my purple and red heterochromia eyes “She’s of the neko race.” The bear skin changer said “It’s nice to meet you Mr Beorn.” I said giving him a gentle smile making the skin changer walk up to me and gently pat my head making me purr, I can hear the dwarves saying awww from the house with my sharp hearing “Little Kitten has manners.” Mr Beorn said with a smile.

After the dwarves introduced themselves we went back inside where Mr Beorn made us breakfast.

As I ate my porridge I heard him say something about being the last of his race "I know how you feel." all eyes turned to me with sympathy but Mr Beorn broke the silence "I heard that there are only 2 members of the half cat race left." I looked up "the other was my sister, she was killed by orcs trying to help our village 3 months ago, but I managed to run into the company, my new family.” As I said that everyone had small tears coming through their eyes Mr Beorn smiled "little kitties heart is in the right place, no child should go through something so tragic, though I don't like dwarves they are greedy and blind, blind to the lives they deem lesser than their own." as he says this he picks up one of the mice scattering on a chess board. I managed to control my urge to ponce on it since Mr Beorn cares about his animals "but orcs I hate more, Plus little kitten needs new clothes, her old ones barely look like cloths." I looked down and saw that he was right.

My skirt, outer corset, sleeves, and leggings were shredded and looked more like rags.

I was given new clothes by Mr Beorn (imagine above but the tunic is in your favorite colors) I put my choker, pendant, armband, boots, belt, fingerless gloves and cloak back on but when I took off my old clothes I saw my late dad's sword attached to the back of my old dress "sis must have put it there before I ran." I attached it to my belt and got out to meet with the company, they nearly fanboyed at the sight of me "you look amazing Sister," big brother Ori said in awe, Thorin saw my Sword "have you always had that?" I looked at Dad's sword "it belonged to my late father, he was a warrior but retired after my late mother fell pregnant with me." everyone was so amazed but saddened by the tale "it must be hard growing up without your parents little one but your still strong your family would be so proud of you, now what do you need!?"

We are now riding to Mirkwood but before we go Beorn told us to be careful of the forest as it will drive us to insanity. We finally made it to a haunted looking forest "somethings not right about these place!" I thought while gazing at the dark forest that had Eru knows what roaming around in It.

As we stoped I could see Beorn in his bear form in the distance "may Eru be with you new friend." I whispered until Gandalf said "reales the ponies, let them return to their master!" as we released them Gandalf took his horse to go somewhere (as usual🙄) but before leaving he said "stay on the path", we walked in and I felt a dark energy from the forest as if it's been ill for centuries.

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Of Secrets And Quests

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by Z3PHYRR

Bilbo Baggins was a perfectly respectable hobbit that belonged to the shire. He lived in Bag-End in his late friend’s parents’ smial. He didn't leave the hill very often, if not for food. These were the observations of outsiders, ones who didn’t know. Outsiders who were ignorant to what really went on within the small, honest quiet Hobbiton. They didn’t know how truly cruel pleasant the gentlefolk of Hobbiton could be. How inhumane kind and unkind caring they could be. What horrific experiences those that differed from the rest were forced to face. No, this is not a tale of how a simple, respectable hobbit came to join a quest with 13 dwarrow to retake Erebor and slay a dragon. No, this is not such a tale. This is the tale of Bilbo Baggins, a skinshifter who came to meet the last of his kin, kill one he had considered kin and acquire a dwarven husband and nephews.

Who is Bilbo Baggins, and just what is he?

Words: 2919, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dáin Ironfoot (at some point), Thorin's Company, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Legolas Greenleaf, Dwalin/Nori (Tolkien), Balin/Dori (mentioned), Bard the Bowman/Thranduil (Mentioned), Fíli/Ori (Tolkien), Tauriel/Her Bow, Bilbo Baggins & Tauriel, Bungo Baggins/Belladonna Took, Bilbo Baggins & Bungo Baggins & Belladonna Took, Thorin Oakenshield & Thorin's Company

Additional Tags: Skin-changer Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Is an Idiot, Thorin Has No Sense Of Direction, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits, It's Always Gandalf's Fault, Bilbo is So Done, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Protective Bilbo Baggins, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, asshole hobbits, mentioned slave trade, Child slave trade, Thranduil and the stick up his ass, Oh wait thats just Bard, Bilbo Has Issues, Bilbo needs a hug, and he's gonna get one, Thorin Broodysheild, why is that not a tag?, it should be, Bilbo Baggins Has the Patience of a Saint, Bilbo and Elladan and Elrohir prank the Company, Kili and Fili meet Elladan and Elrohir, Fíli and Kíli are Idiots, mentions of Morgoth and torture, Bilbo Is Tired, Like half-dead tired, poor baby, Abuse of Khuzdul, Bilbo speaks Khuzdul and Sindarin, Bilbo has no selfpreservation, read notes for chapter warnings, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bilbo aquires Tauriel when she is an elfling, No beta we die like Thorin Oakensheild should, Canon has been taken out back and shot, We shot the canon with a cannon, Alternate Universe-Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Self-Indulgent, Bilbo Baggins - The Linguist of Middle Earth

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