#soft fili is my favorite thing

[fili-the-jester]

macaque is not a softie or a soft boy who did no wrong

he is a complex individual who has done plenty wrong in the show

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @lazysaturdayonthebeach based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, T

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The Yule King

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Just before Fili’s one hundred and twenty-fifth birthday, Thorin came to him with a request.  Of all the hobbitish traditions that the dwarves of Erebor had adopted from Bilbo Baggins, the giving of, instead of receiving, gifts on one’s birthday was perhaps their favorite.  But whatever Fili had planned to give, he could never have anticipated what Thorin wanted.

“I want to abdicate and take Bilbo back to the Shire for his remaining years,” the king said.  He knew this was a difficult thing to ask of his sister-son, but he felt it was the lesser of bad options.  He could remain king and be distracted by Bilbo’s last years and take the chance of descending into grief and neglect of his duties.  Or, he could pass the crown to his eldest sister-son and know that the kingdom was in good and capable hands for several centuries.  Fili was so young to have this weight thrust upon him, but he had good advisors in the company and, of course, he had Kili.

Fili was not surprised by Thorin’s wish to spend more quality time with Bilbo, but he never anticipated that Thorin would give up Erebor for him.  Despite being the Crown Prince for more than forty years, Fili expected another hundred or so before having to shoulder the responsibilities of ruling.  He was glad they were already seated.  “May I have a few days to consider?” he asked.  They both knew he meant that he needed time to break it to Kili gently.

“Of course,” Thorin replied, “I know it is much to ask.”

Surprisingly, Kili took it better than Fili had.  He was naked, basking in the sun under the glass paneling of the rooftop solarium when Fili found him.  They had no idea why one of their dwarven ancestors had built the elaborate, exposed cupola.  But having been raised outside, they claimed the observatory as their sanctuary from the moment they found it.  From there, they could see the sky day and night, the countryside, and not feel so completely enclosed inside the mountain.  

The brunet brother supported Thorin’s plan wholeheartedly.  After a few reassuring touches and kisses, he sent his blond king-to-be back to give Thorin a yes answer as his birthday gift and enable Thorin’s quick departure as their joint Yule gift.  His one request was that they be given time to go on a hunt together as princes, unencumbered by royal protocol, to just be together. 

The following night, they lay together, bundled in their doubled bedrolls as always.  Unlike their younger days when they lay atop a rough blanket on the ground, now they slept on a fur rug and under a soft down-filled cover.  They had to bring a pack pony along to carry those luxuries, and the two baskets of provisions that Bilbo insisted on making for them.

A crescent moon appeared to set on an icy lake nearby while they talked.

“What do you want for Yule?” Fili asked, cuddling close.

“You to be happy.  That’s all I ever want,” Kili answered.  He nibbled a gingerbread dwarf, getting crumbs in the fur.

“I want to take you and run,” Fili replied, “Go somewhere where no one knows us.  Where we can live a simple life together.”

“Anyone can be anything, but you can be everything,” Kili admonished, “You can make our world better for all dwarves, not just me and you.”

“Whatever I am, let it be enough.”  Fili sighed, giving in to his fate.  “But I want you by my side at my coronation.”

“Always,” Kili looked at him quizzically.

“I want you as my spouse, my consort, not my brother or lover or heir.” Fili clarified.

That wish he was granted as Thorin bound their hands before passing the crown to Fili on the second night of Yule.  It was as if the Oak King himself blessed the event.  A fire deer appeared on the mountainside, heralding a bright future.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hi, may I get a match-up for the hobbit please? I'm genderfluid they/them) and would like to shipped with a masc character please.

I'm an INFP-A, 9w1. My horoscope is gemini sun, leo moon, and libra rising. All of those are extremely accurate lol. I'm very whimsical and distant, but once you get to know me I'm even MORE whimsical and very emotionally intense lol. I'm a bit of a manic pixie dream girl lol. My intensity usually intimidates people, but otherwise I'm very open and friendly once you get to know me. I'm observant and introspective, which ironically makes it difficult for me to make friends and makes me a bit sensitive. I'm extremely compassionate, empathetic, patient, and understanding. It's one of my worst traits as well, since i struggle with forming boundaries and being angry at people who mightve wronged me. I'm also incredibly indecisive. I'm not a pushover though, and have no problem gently letting ppl know when I disagree with them or something.

The animals that my friends/family say remind them of me are bears and elephants. My favorite color is yellow, and my favorite flowers are honeysuckle and jasmine. My favorite season is a tie between summer and winter, even though I HATE the cold.

With my friends I'm very chaotic and they describe me as "a silly gnome/goblin". When with them i initiate most hangouts and have always been a sort of ring leader.

My giving love language is quality time and words of affirmation. Receiving they are physical touch and quality time.

I come from an abusive household and had to look out for my younger siblings (2 younger sisters and 3 cousins who are basically brothers).I've been through a lot and that's given me a unique perspective on the world and what it means to be alive.

For hobbies I really enjoy reading, crafting, writing poetry and am very good at it, and just spending time outside. I love listening to music and listen to absolutely everything and enjoy it lol. I'm very go-with-the-flow and am down for practically anything and everything at least once. I don't like mean-spirited things/people, the cold, and being man-handled lol.

My style is very hippie/70s with goth influence. I have very long dark straight mahogany hair and blue eyes, and a very small/petite frame (hence not liking being manhandled lol). I'm very pretty in a free-spirited way, and I'm quite graceful.

My ideal type is someone who can get me out of my shell a bit while still appreciating my soft/whimsical side. Someone who can have my back and we can be our inner children together, if that makes sense. I'd do well with someone who could understand me, and help me be the best version of myself. I believe love and empathy are the only things worthwhile in life, in all the various forms they take, despite what I've been through. It terrifies me though, so id need someone to convince me to take that leap with them. Its easy to scare me off as well so someone who could understand how to approach me without overwhelming me would be best. In relationships I'm very much drawn to a twin flame sort of dynamic lol.

((I'm sorry if I did this wrong, I couldn't find any rules through navigation on mobile or anything other than your post about opening match-ups, I'm so sorry if I did this wrong! Thank you so much💗))

you did everything right, no worries!! there actually should be a post on rules and stuff tho so um, i'll have to go check what's wrong with that soon. but you're all good!!

im a bit insecure about just how this turned out, cant really tell if you'll like it but we'll see!

I ship you with...

Fili!

You've known Fili your entire life. You were born at around the same time Kili was and you're pretty sure that's the reason why you're so close to them. It makes sense. Your parents had never been the best and you had a lot of family that you were happy to escape from now and then, plus Dis was lovely and more of a mother to you than yours ever was. So you spent the better part of your childhood with Kili - and with Kili meant with Fili as well, because they came in a package deal. Always.

While Kili grew to be your best friend, much like a brother, Fili... you'd always felt a few butterflies around. You could've written it off as some kind of childhood crush, of an infatuation in your teenage years, but honestly, you'd never quite got over it. You were older now, old enough that you should have long since been normal about the whole thing, old enough to have found work for yourself and left your parents behind. But you were still just as close to Kili and Fili and no, you were not over your crush in the slightest. Over the years, you'd just gotten better at pushing it down and suppressing it.

So you're there with them when Thorin calls on them for the quest of reclaiming Erebor. You're there because you're practically family, because Thorin knows and trusts you, and you're just as quick to agree as his nephews. And why wouldn't you go? You love them all dearly, you'd never been on an adventure before and Erebor was your home too, after all, or would have been at least, under different circumstances. So a few weeks later you start out on a life-changing journey with your two favourite dwarves in the whole world and you're honestly only a bit wistful because you'd had to leave your books and paper behind.

The three of you are a force to be reckoned with. Kili matches your chaotic energy exactly and Fili is - though certainly being the most responsible out of the three of you - still not nearly as responsible as his uncle, so your journey to Bilbo's little home all the way in Bag's End is some of the most fun you've had in your entire life. Daily life with them is obviously great as well, but what with your work and all, you haven't seen them this much in a long, long while.

It quiets down a bit when the rest of the company joins (most of them you know, some of them you can't remember), but you're still enough to get on Thorin's nerves quite a lot. You do make friends with Bilbo, though, who's drawn to just how whimsical and open you are. He may have been a bit put off by your joking about with Kili and Fili at the start, but you have him charmed a few days into your journey. You talk about books and plants and really, anything at all, and by day six you think you may have found a new life-long friend in Bilbo.

But even though you're now spending your time getting to know someone new, you're still as observant as ever, and you notice - of course you do - that the closer you get to Bilbo, the less you see of Fili. Kili is always close by and you certainly spend at least half of your time joking about with him, but whenever you ride or walk next to Bilbo, talking and laughing, Fili seems to disappear somewhere into the background, so much so that you actually have to search for him to spot him. It hurts, a bit, because you can't seem to pinpoint just what's wrong for a while. Wasn't everything just fine when you started out on this journey? Had you said something, done something wrong? You knew this kind of thing from your parents, but never from Fili, especially because he knew about... well, about everything, really, so he knew just how sensitive you could be about things like these. You did your best not to let it bother you too much.

Instead, you focused on Bilbo. He was funny and sweet, intelligent and understanding and for as much as you love the dwarves, for as much as you love your kin, you like that he's not as rough and intense. He's different. And maybe you're a bit different than the rest of the dwarves, too - you'd always been a bit slimmer and smaller and more petite than the rest and maybe that had shaped your personality in some way, too, you weren't sure. Maybe that's why the two of you grew so close in such short time.

You express your feelings for him quite the same way you do for everyone: loud and chaotic, just the way you are. You tell him that he's funny and sweet, intelligent and understanding because that's exactly how you show people that you like them, so, well, you do. But every time when, in the spur of the moment, you give Bilbo a friendly compliment, out of the corner of your eyes you see Fili scoff. You frown and try not to interpret too much into it, but it's hard - after all, you've been doing nothing but interpret and think and imagine because you've kept all of your feelings for Fili bottled up inside of you for your entire life, analysing and wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny little chance that he liked you that way, too. Not that you've ever really found anything. He was always just Fili.

But not this time. No, not this time. This time he's scoffing and turning away and staring gloomily at you when he thinks you don't notice because you're too deep in conversation with Bilbo. You do, though, definitely, because he's not being as secretive as he thinks he is. You watch him argue with Kili one evening, which you're sure hasn't happened this severely in years. Simply put, he's being weird.

He stomps off and Kili plops down next to you right after - you ask, of course, what's wrong with his brother, but you've asked Kili multiple times already and he simply won't tell you. And as much as Fili's behaviour is upsetting you, you won't go up to him either, because you're not that kind of person that pushes others - you're not even really angry, you rarely are, because whatever the reason is why Fili is behaving this way, there surely is a reason and you know him well enough to be aware that it's a good one too.

It all comes to an end in Rivendell. Most of the dwarves are in a bad mood, Bilbo hasn't been as ecstatic the entire journey and Gandalf seems to be much happier here than travelling, so the company is a bit split when it comes to their opinions on this place. You don't mind it much. You like being clean for once. Bathing had become a luxury. So while the dwarves keep complaining and brooding moodily, you're talking happily with Bilbo and Gandalf.

The elves seem a bit put off by you, but you're used to that, and after a night in Rivendell, when the dwarves have started brooding less and - well, no, they're still complaining just as much - some of the elves are conversing more and more with you. Maybe it's because you're spending most of your time with Bilbo and Gandalf (and Elrond in tow) or maybe it's because you're open and friendly, but either way you're meeting new people left and right. And that's when Fili's behaviour changes yet again.

Instead of staying out of your space and scoffing, suddenly he's by your side everywhere you go, every step you take. You're happy at first, excited that he so surprisingly comes back to you (now you're glad that you weren't all that angry in the first place), but it becomes clear after a few minutes already that he's not there to talk to you very much. It seems that he's made it his mission to stand gloomily beside you, glare at everybody who comes close to you and generally answer everything you say to him with an unmotivated "hmpf". It irritates you.

But when you get woken up by an annoyingly loud knock in the middle of the night, that's it for you. You open the door to see Fili and you're not even angry, you're really just... tired. In every sense. He's standing there in his night clothes and he seems to have had an epiphany of some sort, he looks starstruck and you're so done. You're so done you just pull him in, close the door, get back in bed, pat the empty space next to you and tell him that if he wants to talk, he should do it quickly, before you fall asleep again.

He stands in the middle of your room for so long you've actually almost fallen asleep again when he speaks up. Stuttering, which isn't what you're used to at all when it comes to him, and stumbling over his words, admitting that he's been acting stupid, that he's been acting dumb, admitting that the reason, that reason that you were sure was there, is that he's in love with you. Deeply, desperately, for so long he can't remember a time when he wasn't.

You don't really think you've heard him right but you also don't care. It's too late, you're too tired, he's looking too warm and broad and comfortable and before you can think about much anything, you've reached for him and guided him to your bed and cuddled up to him - he smells familiar, he feels safe, and he's reaching his arms around you and placing a kiss on your hair and telling you good night and somewhere in your hazy mind, you recognise the weird feeling in your stomach as butterflies.

The next morning, you wake up warm and cozy and when you open your eyes, you're facing Fili. You're actually, honestly, truly facing Fili. It takes two seconds to register. Then you feel his breath on your lips and his forehead against yours and your eyes fall closed all by themselves as you listen to him ask if he can kiss you now. You let him. Of course you let him.

You actually do talk it out that morning, though. Between a lot of kisses and a lot of cuddling, there's also a lot of talking. You're a bit nervous (even though that feeling settles after about the third or fourth kiss) but Fili has always been good at convincing you that you were brave and strong enough to do anything, and with the rhythmic stroke of his hand on your arm, the way he beams at you when he makes you giggle, how happily he listens to you talk, all of that convinces you in just a few hours how very right you were to pine for him your entire life.

When you don't show up for breakfast, you guess the others were worried some elf had killed you in your sleep, so Kili comes knocking on your door some time before noon. In full Kili fashion, he doesn't really knock at all, he more like just comes barging into your room, so you have barely enough time to look up before he stands at the foot of your bed with a dumb grin on his face that tells you he was very much aware of what was going on with his brother the past few weeks.

You don't mind. You don't really mind anything anymore. Because you spend your days in Fili's arms now, with his hand in yours and courting braids in your hair, and you're happier than you've ever been before. Now the people you'd always considered family more than your real family did become your real family, a few years after you'd recovered Erebor, on the day that you marry Fili. The happiest day of your life, because Fili made you feel exactly the way you'd always wished he would, because he was exactly what you'd always wanted, because you loved him. And because he loved you.

[legolasoftherings]

this is so sweet!!

Imagine Fíli comforting you after you experience recurring nightmares

@guardianofrivendell​ I love Fíli’s protective side and somehow I ended up with this!

Trigger warning: the concept of this imagine is the reader suffering from nightmares (PTSD like symptoms) after going through the BOTFA. Though it isn’t explicit and I didn’t write this to be angsty (only comfort and genuine love)- I feel the need to tell you Fíli isn’t a certified councelor on the topic, nor am I (in this particular field anyway). Consult a doctor or psychologist if you need help. <3

Furthermore, I think I did write this because I don’t like society’s stance on mental health issues. People often downgrade the mental effects of things we go through in life and Fíli and I DON’T LIKE THIS. 

It was a few weeks after the battle for Erebor had taken place and the company was settling into the lonely mountain permanently. Everyone’s physical injuries were healing steadily, but some of you discovered that recovering from the mental wounds would take much more time.

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[ironmandeficiency]

lovesick fools

pairing: bilbo baggins / reader

word count: 2279

summary: reader and bilbo think that the other harbors a crush on thorin, and the dwarven king is the only one who can smash their heads together hard enough to make them see sense

a/n: this is my january fic for both @oonajaeadira & @writeforfandoms and the year of themed creation challenge i joined! this month’s theme is “requited love but they’re idiots” & the overarching theme for the year is “the year of idiots”

another a/n: reader’s race/gender/appearance are left ambiguous. also jsyk i’m a sucker for idiots to lovers, it’s literally my favorite trope

you learned the hard way to not ask if things could get worse. when you muttered the cursed phrase after narrowly avoiding turning to warg chow, the offense and abject horror on the dwarves’ faces made you think someone had died.

“oh, you’ve done it now!” dwalin grumbled, continuing to complain in angry khuzdul as the company of thorin oakenshield took a moment to breathe after running for their lives yet again.

instead of acknowledging dwalin’s bitching, you slumped against a shady tree, letting your breathing slow down so the rest of your body could catch up. if you had known that the journey to reclaim erebor would include this much running, you would have fought a lot harder to keep the ponies that ran away ages ago.

in the distance, you could see nori and dori tending to their littlest brother, ori giving them both half-hearted swats away from their prodding. bifur and bofur were gathering wood for a fire to cook a quick meal, and you heard thorin delegate the task of hunting to his nephews.

thorin and bilbo were otherwise enthralled in conversation, their attention solely focused on each other. you couldn’t decipher any words or tones from your slouched position, simply noting that it was significantly less hostile than their previous interactions. they were situated so close together you’d be hard pressed to slide one of fili’s daggers between the two without nicking one of them. the only reason this rankled you more than it should have is that a week ago, bilbo wouldn’t have been caught dead sitting so close to the king, damn near snuggling him.

after bilbo risked his life to save thorin from azog, the latter gained a deeper respect for the company’s burglar. it seems that this newfound respect and acceptance made your dear hobbit more bold in showing affection to thorin.

you could almost feel your skin turning green with envy of the dwarf’s position, curling that close to bilbo and sharing hushed whispers with the same intimacy you’ve been craving to receive since before the trolls.

a nagging part of your brain told you that the tight embrace they shared on the carrock was a bit more than a gesture of friendship. the rest of your brain (the parts with common sense) told it to shut up, rationalizing that it was an act of camaraderie in the throes of emotion. but getting your thoughts to silence themselves was as likely as getting gloin to stop bragging about his dear gimli.

the underbrush surrounding you and your tree are ruffled around as you’re joined by balin. he eases himself to the ground beside you without a word, knowing that he’s always welcome company. the smug bastard.

“are ye tryin’ ta finish the defiler’s task for him?” you give the older dwarf a look of confusion, not knowing what he meant. his soft laugh mildly jabs at your nerves, unsure of his meaning and now growing insecure. “if looks could kill, fíli would be king under the mountain before we even reach it.”

of course, the one dwarf that put himself in your presence was the only one who made a habit of not speaking plainly. an eye roll conveys this frustration and he clarifies. “your eyes bear the same ferocity as the drake’s roar and are just as deadly as his fire, and they’re aimed directly at thorin.”

well now you’ve gone and done it, offending balin and openly showing animosity towards thorin. you’d be lucky to remain in the company at this rate once thorin finds out.

you’re sputtering through hasty, fearful apologies. it was your fault for not realizing that your feelings were on display to that magnitude, and now you were trying to cover your ass to keep from being booted from the company in the closest town.

balin, the ever observant dwarf, notices this budding anxiety and rests a calming hand on your shoulder as he continues. “matters of the heart are rather tricky, and while i’m not one to meddle in the lives of others, i can give some sound advice if asked.”

balin not meddling? that’s a pile of shit if you’ve ever heard one. next to nori and bofur, the eldest son of fundin was the biggest meddler this side of the misty mountains. you half expected there to be a gossiper’s guild established once the mountain was restored.

“then tell me, master dwarf, what is your advice?” you didn’t mean to snap at him so, but your temper flared when bilbo and thorin seemed to scoot even closer to each other than they already were. once again, you apologize for your rashness.

he hummed in thought, shooing your hand away gently with a knowing smile that had a frightening resemblance to gandalf’s. “tell him how you feel, no matter how grim the current situation seems to be. even if his answer is not what you wish, he will not let it interfere with the quest or your role in it.”

that made sense… almost.

not even the most ardent love such as yours would sway the stalwart bilbo baggins from his commitment to the company. when he gives his word, it’s guaranteed to be kept. why would admitting your feelings to bilbo even hypothetically derail either of you from the objective? he didn’t have a personal stake in the quest outside of his promise, only the kindness of his heart and tookish sense of adventure kept him on the road to erebor. kept him with you.

rationally, the only person who had a true say in who stayed or left the company was thorin. he was the exiled prince, the future king, the leader of this quest. his word was law; he could order you to walk on your hands and eat with your feet the rest of the journey and you’d be obligated to comply.

…wait a minute, did balin think you harbored affection for thorin?

you didn’t know what was worse, balin believing the falsehood or knowing where your heart truly lies. only time would tell.

“simply put, i haven’t the slightest idea what to do!”

bilbo’s been lamenting on and on about you to thorin for nearly thirty minutes. didn’t even ask to sit next to him by the fire, just plopped himself down, scooted in close, and began his woeful soliloquy.

while thorin respects the hobbit and appreciates his friendship, he’s just about had it. each time you and bilbo catch each other’s eyes, every soft word you exchange, it gets repeated back to him in a level of detail only found in the romance novels dwalin pretends to loathe.

to thorin, the solution to bilbo’s problem is simple: he needs to give you a gift worthy of your hand while stating his intentions towards you. maybe a little bit of affection while he was at it. he didn’t understand the nuance that bilbo kept applying to courting you, especially since you would accept anything given to you by the genteel hobbit.

back in rivendell, he caught you gazing at bilbo with gentle longing and pure intentions. despite every feeble attempt made to hide your feelings from the dwarf king, he called you on them far too quick for your liking and swore to keep your secret.

shortly after, bilbo asked him for advice on how to court you. the advice was given with a smile, hoping that it would be taken eagerly and no one else would have to deal with the lovesick fools dancing around each other.

he hoped in vain because here bilbo was, asking the same questions as if thorin would miraculously give a different answer.

thorin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in resigned exasperation. this was almost worse than the trolls. “i’ve already given you my thoughts on the matter, bilbo. whether you use that information to your advantage is solely up to you.”

bilbo’s eyes nearly popped from his skull. he was quick to begin hushing the dwarf (the nerve!) and placing himself even further into thorin’s personal space. “i beg of you, thorin, keep your voice down!”

a handful of the others looked on, wondering why bilbo exclaimed so loud when thorin was simply talking.

“i’ll keep my voice down when you tell me something that not every man here already knows,” thorin scoffed at the hobbit, almost talking louder out of spite. “quite frankly, i have half a mind to take care of this problem myself.”

f and k return from hunting, both of them laden with plenty of meat and a few foraged bits and come upon the edge of chaos. their uncle and their burglar are locked in a staring contest fueled by frustration and fear. barring your fiery glare towards the two, the others are suspended in anticipation, eyes flitting back and forth between their king and their burglar.

neither of them can find it in themselves to be ashamed of the way they flinch when you storm away from your tree and towards thorin. you’re right scary when your features are pulled into a scowl that rivals the pale orc.

“what did we just walk into, fee?”

“i believe the proper term for this situation is ‘shitshow’, brother.”

you push your way between thorin and bilbo and plant your feet firmly, your eyes nearly setting thorin on fire with the same intensity balin noted earlier. “you don’t have to take care of a damned thing, your majesty.” everyone flinches at the malice laced into the honorific. none of them ever heard you speak with such vitriol in your voice and it was rather jarring.

“i know what you and bilbo have been scheming about, so save your breath.” bilbo’s pained gasp almost made you turn around and hug your dearest friend until he was laughing again. but you were furious and determined, a lethal combination when targeted at a specific someone and you couldn’t stop now.

thorin’s confusion and frustration was palpable. “what could you possibly be referring to? there’s been no scheming done by anyone here!”

“don’t take me for a fool, oakenshield! your intentions with bilbo are clear!”

“and just what might those be?”

you growl in fury as you lay the accusation bare. “you intend to court him, make him consort of erebor! even after everything i told you!” tears are fighting to escape but you push them back. you can’t cry yet, not before you make your feelings clear. “i confided in you, you were my friend! how dare you!” with every word a finger is harshly jabbed into his chest.

every other dwarf was shouting over another, trying to make heads or tails of your words. the anticipation gave way to confusion, no one knowing where to start. thorin and bilbo as king and consort? but what about your feelings for thorin? wait, doesn’t bilbo have feelings for you? where was thorin’s heart in all this?

you had tear tracks on your face despite your valiant efforts to keep them at bay. bilbo had a hand pressed to his mouth as he sat himself back on the ground, struggling to keep himself together. thorin’s company was going back and forth with no end to the bickering in sight.

thorin was pissed.

“enough!”

near complete silence followed thorin’s shout, broken only by the occasional sniffles of you and bilbo.

thorin turned to face you, resting a hand on your shoulder and hoping you wouldn’t shrug it off. “i am sorry for leading you to believe i would ever betray your trust in such a fashion.” his eyes met bilbo’s for a moment. when the hobbit nodded solemnly, thorin continued. “bilbo’s been seeking my advice for a while now on how to go about courting you. unfortunately for everyone, the lovesick fool hasn’t done anything to follow said advice.”

“i only see you as a friend, both of you. you’re important members of this company and have grown into admirable companions.” thorin offers a hand to bilbo, encouraging him to stand and face you. “now for the sake of my sanity, please profess your love for each other so we don’t have to deal with your constant yearning anymore!” with that, thorin walks away and shoos the others off to give you both space.

your eyes meet bilbo’s. every negative feeling is now replaced with hope, your heart mending itself just as quick as it broke. the pad of his thumb gently brushes away the fresh tears that were about to fall, his smile soft and eyes kind. “i’m afraid that the oaf of a king is right, i do love you. i love you most ardently, my dear. and i apologize that i didn’t have the courage to tell you sooner.”

“there’s nothing to forgive,” your head leans gently into his hand, enjoying the affection that you’ve been craving for so long. “i love you too, bilbo, so much.” you both leaned in and stole a tender kiss, finally able to indulge the way you deserved.

in the not-so-distant distance, the others were being their usual loud selves trying to watch you without letting you catch them. they weren’t doing that well of a job. you hear slightly muffled whoops and coin bags jingling as they’re swapped between the rest of the company. most of them were going to thorin despite the fireless grunts about cheating.

“the gall of those dwarves! they placed bets on us!” bilbo’s offended huff made you laugh. your hobbit admired the way your eyes scrunched, surprising even himself with the way he snags another kiss from your smiling lips. the courage of hobbits, indeed.

[luna-writes-stuff]

The type of person my favorite Tolkien characters would fall for:

With Boromir, Éowyn, Éomer, Merry, Pippin, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo and Tauriel.

I know Tauriel technically isn’t a Tolkien character, but I love Evangeline Lily and I love red-haired women. Sue me.

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Boromir:

An artist. It doesn’t matter what kind of artist; whether you practice in paintings, clay, paper, wood, writing etc., he would love an artist as a s/o. He is always quite busy himself, therefore he never found time and dedication to a hobby, so seeing his s/o being capable of - for example - making a small statue or candle holder from a block of clay would absolutely blow his mind. He would run around with it, showing it off to anyone. He does know when not to, though. If you don’t want others to see it, he would leave it as it is, but your art always passes through his eyes. He’d see you work and he’d see the finished product, even if it is not for him to see. He’s always intrigued by it. Make him something special that is for him personally, and you made this man’s whole week. Perhaps even his whole year. He’d put it up somewhere in his room for everyone’s eyes to see. The love this man holds for you and your art cannot be measured, honestly.

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Éowyn:

Someone who is just as pigheaded and independent as she is, I believe. Obviously, there is no holding her back, but she can be insecure at times. She needs a s/o who will remind her of how strong she is and that she deserves anything this world has to offer. Someone who would follow her to the ends of Middle-Earth if it meant making her prove her worth. She has the constant need for validation as she grew up overlooked as Shieldmaiden instead of warrior, so she would love someone who would remind her of her worth and shower her in affections and compliments constantly. Even if it is not needed. She always appreciates it and cannot express her love for you whenever you show her how much she means to you.

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Éomer:

An absolute sweetheart. Someone with a caring heart and good causes. Perhaps you have a soft spot for certain people or animals, but he’d love it. Someone who would remind him of the good left in the world. How something so dull can appear so colorful and prideful at times. A bit of sunshine after the rain. He has seen a lot of war and violence himself, so upon meeting someone who will remind him of the positive things in life, he would most likely fall in love at first sight. Give him a bouquet of flowers or a personally baked cake, and he’d melt on the spot. You’d always give him something temporary to show him that beautiful things might not be everlasting, but they can certainly cheer a person up. You’d give him a whole new perspective on life, and he loves it.

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Merry:

A silent person, most likely introvert. I feel like Merry is fairly extroverted himself, but he’d love someone who is more to themselves. A person who does not parade around with an open mouth and open mind. Someone who holds back a bit more. Perhaps of shyness or purely the idea of not being comfortable around others. He would probably fall in love with a bookworm; someone who can spent the days in their room reading a good book without the need of socialization or fresh air. I can just imagine him coming home one day with you one the couch reading. He’d just wriggle his way into your arms, head on top of your chest and just stay like that while you keep your eyes on your book, you hand occasionally drifting down to roam through his hair. He’d love it.

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Pippin:

Someone with great stories to tell. He’d love stories about literally anything. You could tell him about old fairytales or things that happened to you once, it doesn’t matter. Pippin loves a good story. You could just lay beside him at night and talk about a vacation you had years ago or a book you recently finished. He’s a sucker for it. I also feel like he would love someone who would join him in his occasional mischief, but also someone who would tone him down a bit and make sure he isn’t doing something too irresponsible. A bit like Merry, but with more control over brakes and consequences. But still someone who knows how to have fun, though. That’s the most important to him.

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Fili:

Give. Him. A. Badass. Partner. Someone who can beat his ass in combat. Someone who always speaks their mind and isn’t afraid of the consequences. Fili would be absolutely smitten with a s/o like that. You don’t even need to draw a line at your actions, that is his job. He’d keep you in line whenever necessary. Speak up for what you believe in, fight for what you feel is right; it’s just the things that draws Fili to you. He needs someone who can just beat a pack of orcs in hand to hand combat without breaking a sweat. I know I gotta keep it pg, but this dwarf would instantly be turned on, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. He would love someone who could also think strategically, and create a clever solution to any plan, not necessarily thinking about what others want, but solely on that that needs to be achieved. He loves it. He would never shut up about it.

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Kili:

A nerd. I am so sorry for the Tauriel and Kili shippers among us, but you cannot convince me that Kili would not be head over heels for someone who is incredibly smart or logical. Maybe you will tell him a bit about history, or an analysis about what his stupid actions might lead up to, but it’ll shut him up. Literal heart eyes. You could rant to him about anything about any subject you’d like. You can talk about geology for hours? He’d listen to it all. Invested in Mythology? He’d be in awe of everything you can info dump him about. He would probably brag about it in front of others about how smart his s/o is. He loves using it in arguments (which he will guaranteed get into. He does not know when to shut up.).

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Thorin:

A musical and emphatic s/o. Thorin enjoys music more than he lets on, but if you can play any instrument (or even sing), his heart would be taken. He could listen to it for hours, occasionally even joining in - as he can sing and play harp, no I will never shut up about this. It does not even matter to him what genre it is. Whatever music it is you make, he will appreciate it and let you play in front of others if you give him permission to. Personally, I think he’d prefer someone who likes holding their music as something private, because it makes hearing it even more intimate, but if you are prepared to let others listen too, he would probably not shut up about it for the rest of the night. The empathic part speaks for itself; Thorin is not exactly good with emotions, so he needs someone who would tell him what to say and how to act at certain times to spare other’s feelings. It takes away the whole intimidating part about Thorin, that much is true, but a king needs to be decent and polite, and not rough and stern, correct?

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Bilbo:

A decision maker. Bilbo is, obviously, a people pleaser. He needs someone who will help him out in decisions and conversations. Someone who has a mind set out on a single thing and will not wander from it. Someone with a strategic and steadfast mind. A smart, and quick thinker. He loves riddles, so if you were able to return one at the same time he’d asked you one, he’d be on cloud nine. Perhaps also someone he could just turn to whenever he’s frustrated or in trouble. Where he could say what he wants to without getting any response. He’d probably love an s/o who would walk up to a waiter to tell them he wanted ketchup with his fries.

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Tauriel:

Someone who takes joy in the smaller things. Maybe a little daisy in a big field, or a simple bird bathing in a river bank, but those little things that make you happy, would make her absolutely adore you. When you always manage to find something positive or look on the brighter side of things, no matter how desperate they might look. Tauriel is a realistic thinker, and it often had negative influences, so with a s/o who could convince her to see the good side would be a great relief for her. A charming person who could cheer up anyone, or could make others laugh, even as things seem dark, would be amazing for her. She would even admire you for it. She loves that about you!

[legolasoftherings]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAAAH

It Can Wait

A/N: Hi friends! This started as something to help me get rid of my little Fíli block (which SUCKS because I LOVE him with all my heart????), and I ended up really liking it! I hope you guys do too! :)

Pairing: Fíli x Fem ! Human ! Reader

Word Count: 2,847

Warnings: Fluff, talk of violence and injury, talk of blood, major character with a minor injury, nakedness (?), but like, respectful nakedness

Summary: Fíli runs to (Y/N)’s rescue at a rather inopportune time. ;)

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[ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs ] the dragon slayer’s lullaby ❛ thorin oakenshield

big, big thank you to @ginny-rose-sixx, who helped to inspire this idea since I’ve been listening to richard armitage narrate audio books for days now thanks to her!

fandom the hobbit

featuring king!thorin oakenshield x wife!reader

rating sfw

content warning none!

summary king thorin retells the greatest victory of his people- the day they took back Erebor from Smaug, to his children as it is their favorite bedtime story. not canonically accurate, sorry bard!

word count 2575

attention not proofread. do not repost or translate my work ever. full stop. reblog & give feedback, pretty please.

safe and sound au masterlist coming soon!

“ … And the roar of Smaug was thick and smothering with fog as dark as a starless sky as his gullet filled with red flame, ready to destroy us all.” it was a familiar tale, one always told in the same manner. he had, no doubt, asked the little ones what story they would like to hear tonight before sleep, and you could almost hear the exclamations from your children now- a begging, pleading, to hear the epic story of the day he and his company stared down the dragon Smaug. it was their favorite, and you knew he wouldn’t admit it, but it was Thorin’s favorite to tell.

you smile, fond, upon the echoing of your husband’s baritone as you move closer to the nursery; your youngest son, Sindri, but a toddler upon your hip. ever your shadow, the child clings to you, small and chubby fists gripping on to the neckline of your gown. he is much softer, and more shy than your other sons, and prefers to remain as close to you as possible. in this moment, however, his marble eyes are shut, pink cheek smushed against your bosom as he slumbers in your arms.

“Then what happened?!” as always, your daughter Idunn seems most enthralled with the telling. contrary to the softness of her voice, there’s always been quite the adventure-hungry sparkle within the two, glimmering jewels placed ever so delicately into her doll-like countenance. Thorin says she has your eyes, and he is absolutely right.

“The devil Smaug, destroyer of kingdoms, glared at me. His eyes were as fierce as the fire in his breath, massive and marbled like molten earth. He means to kill me, use his meat-hook claws to tear my flesh from my very bones!” Thorin’s voice booms from within the room you approach, and out erupts child laughter. you are certain as the rising moon that he has attacked your daughter and twin boys with merciless tickling to their ribs, as you’d seen this performance many a night.

“Weren’t you frightened?” Vali cries. their shadows come into view as candlelight dances across the stone walls, and you find yourself pausing by the threshold, hanging back to hear the story as well.

“Of course not!” Ulf cuts in, matter of factly. “Father fears nothing! He is much too strong.”

glancing down to your feet, the smile tickles your lips. how simple things were in the mind of a child, everything made sense and was factual. Thorin was a strong man, and thus in the eyes of your sons, could not feel fear.

you hear Thorin’s hearty chuckle, a deep and warm sound, like deep crimson embers of a dying flame. “Even the strongest men can still feel fear,” he corrects his son, “if not for their own destruction, for the ones they care for.”

“You were worried about mother.” Idunn suggests.

“Aye.” Thorin replies, most sincere. “And the rest of my company. Your cousins, Fili and Kili, were also heavy upon my mind. If I could distract him, if only for a few moments, then perhaps they could escape. I charge the beast, bellowing a mighty roar as I do. If he means to kill me, then he shall feast on me alone.” as you listen, you press your back against the cool stone and close your eyes. you could still remember that moment as if it had happened only the day before. the fear, the anguish, and the desperation you’d felt. a powerless, pathetic bystander. “I swing my mighty axe, but have not the power to pierce the stygian scales. his massive claw swipes at me, the wind from the force of his batting sends me on to my back, and that is when the claw comes down upon my chest and pins me there!”

Idunn gasps as her father’s fate hangs in the balance; almost as if she hadn’t heard this same tale hundreds of times before.

“I could feel the heat of the flames in his throat ready to engulf me. Long, black claws sharper than swords and twice as lethal form a cage around my body. I am trapped, and I call out for the others to run while they still can. Smaug’s neck contorts as he leans close and bares his foul smelling, blood stained teeth at me.”

“What does he say? What does he say?!” Vali is excited, you can hear it in his voice; this is his favorite part of the story and always has been.

“‘IT IS OVER, THORIN SON OF THRAIN!’” as loud as thunder, Thorin’s impression of the dragon echos in the nursery, an evil snarl upon the very tip of his tongue. “‘I AM GOING TO ENJOY WATCHING THE SKIN MELT FROM YOUR CHARRING BONES!’I am certain this is the end, and as his wicked lips pull back, and his mouth opens, I watch a sea of fire overflowing from his belly, clawing its way up his throat to embrace me in flame.”

your children are silent. there are very few moments in which every one of them are brought to complete and utter quietness, but this part of their favorite story is one of them. you can hear the crackling of the fire that warms their bedroom; it must’ve been dying down by now, and you press your lips to Sindri’s temple in a loving kiss.

“If I would’ve closed my eyes that day, I wouldn’t have seen it. For as I stared into the depths of the beast’s fiery belly, a silhouette leaps atop his monstrous paw and obstructs my view-“

“Mother!” all three of them exclaim at once as you enter the room, finally, both as a greeting and exclamation of the story. you smile upon the visage of your tripled offspring, Idunn sits atop your husband’s lap and the twins on either side as he’s planted on the bed.

he, too, raises his oceanic gaze and typically stoic features are incredibly softened by firelight. “Indeed,” he murmurs, holding his daughter tight. “It was your mother, she had leapt on to Smaug’s paw and is between myself and certain death.” as the story continues, you carry your youngest to his crib and lay him down gently, so as not to wake him. even with your back to the lot on the bed, you can feel Thorin’s eyes upon you. much has changed since you’d married him, since the dragon had been slain and he had become the rightful king of Erebor, but much had stayed the same. you didn’t suspect the way he looked at you would ever change, and you wouldn’t want it to.

“What did you say to Smaug, mother?” Ulf urges you to join in on the storytelling once Sindri is sleeping peacefully in the corner of the room, and you turn on your heels with a tilt of your head. all four beings are waiting eagerly.

“I took a deep breath, looked Smaug right in the eye, and said, ‘you have taken enough from us, you will not take him from me.’” coming to stand at the bedside, you can feel Thorin’s strong arm embrace you, and guide you closer.

“Your mother thrust her sword into the dragon’s chin, with so much ferocity that only a few of his tough scales gave way and fell to the stone floor-“ Idunn toys with the obsidian scale on a chain around her neck. it was only just larger than her hand. as her fingers glide over it, her marble eyes are wide with amazement, for she can feel the scathing from your sword. “-her sword, though blunted by the dragon’s iron scales, pierced his flesh, jutted into his mouth. It was lodged so perfectly through his jaw and up into the roof of his mouth that it sutured it shut.”

resting your hand on Thorin’s shoulder, you knead against the muscle there- it was quite the habit, to comfort him with physical affection.

“She jumped from the dragon’s claw as he rears his nasty head, fire flooding from the corners of his mouth in scalding streams, and Dwalin took to crushing each, individual finger beneath the weight of his powerful hammer until I was freed. Kili fired many arrows at the beast’s eyes, blinding him while I found my footing and collected my axe. Before I can face Smaug alone, I feel the warmth of her hand in my own. I turn to look at her, and I am in awe all over again,” as he speaks, Thorin does the same as in the story, tilting his head and staring at you. “The flames dance around us, and cast this celestial glow about her face. The fiercest, loveliest woman in all of Middle Earth was staring back into my eyes.”

“‘If we are to take the dragon’s head, then we do so together. If we are to run, then we do so together.’” the words are so easily remembered that they bubble from your throat simply when you gaze upon your husband. “‘For I will never do anything apart from you again, Thorin, son of Thrain.’”

your eyes are drawn to your son, Vali, whose eyelids are drooping. your free hand flees to run your digits through his tendrils.

“You chose to kill the dragon!” Idunn exclaims amidst a yawn. “Together!”

“Aye,” Thorin exclaims with a wide grin. he has since plucked your daughter from his lap and is laying her on her back against the pillow, pulling the blanket up close. leaving a peck upon her forehead. “Myself, your mother, and the whole company charge Smaug with every ounce of strength and courage that we can muster.”

“We fought among the flames that day,” you chime in, both arms coiling around your sleepy son to hoist him into your arms and carry him to his own bed a few feet away. he all but goes limp the very moment he touches the bed. “And broke many a blade against Smaug’s scales.” tucking Vali in, you glance over to see Thorin doing the same with Ulf, who has always been the most reluctant to sleep. “But, we didn’t give in. With your father leading us, how could we ever lose hope? He is the very beacon of it within our people.” your eyes meet Thorin’s, and you smile. it is mirrored upon his countenance as well, so swollen with love that it must hurt his cheeks. “We defeated the menace, then. The dragon, Smaug, was defeated, and the Lonely Mountain was once again, ours.”

once you had given your son a goodnight kiss to his satin cheek, you stand upright and strode across the room to smother the fire in the fireplace. the room darkens without the orange glow from the pit.

“Father became king,” Ulf yawns, as if the blanket of darkness had exhausted him, “and the two of you were married?”

you nod, coming to stand by Thorin at the door to the nursery, and your voice is little more than a whisper, as his siblings already sleep peacefully and he is not too far from dreamland, himself. “Yes, and we lived happily ever after with our four, beautiful children…”

less than an hour had passed, and Thorin now lounges in the massive bed you typically share with him. he has retired his garments and the golden crown. navy sheets of silk are draped over his lap, his hands resting behind his head. you are but a few steps away from the bed, one strap of your nightgown sliding down to sag against your bicep. the moon was high in the sky already, and from the castle in the mountain, you feel closer to it than ever. you look towards the balcony, and the gems of your couplet coruscate as you embrace the night.

“What are you thinking about?” Thorin asks, followed by a gruff, “if I may ask.”

faint bemusement possesses your countenance as you arch a brow. “The children,” you admit, before your gaze is cast downward to your bare feet as they peek from beneath the billowing skirt of your gown. “How they love the tale of their father, the dragon slayer.” you glance up at him, to find him staring back- sapphire hues watching you closely. “Sometimes, I wonder if we have made a mistake in telling them the truth. They are only children, after all, what should they know of slaying dragons and the horrors we faced without our kingdom on the mountain? This is their home, and this is all they’ve ever known. Shouldn’t we have kept it that way?” as you speak, you turn on your heels and approach the balcony. “They’re safe here, but sometimes I feel a familiar terror creeping up on me, the thought that Smaug will blot out the moonlight with massive, black wings and set the whole kingdom alight once more. What if we are putting the same fear into their hearts?”

a bit taken aback by your fears, Thorin’s expression changes; normally furrowed brows seem to relax as his countenance softens, and he withdraws the sheet from his body and pulls himself on to his feet. you can hear the sound of his heavy steps as he approaches you from behind, followed by the warming, strong embrace of his sculpted arms. they pull your back against his torso and you melt into the vice, but your eyes remain on the sky.

“My love,” he whispers, velveteen and soft against the shell of your ear. “Smaug is dead. Destroyed. You know this, it was half your doing.” his tone is much gentler than the norm. he chooses his words carefully, fully aware of the traumas carried by living a life on the run for so long, an experience he, too, knew all too much of. “The kingdom of Erebor is restored, and our children are safely under our watchful eyes. You don’t have anything to fear, not anymore.” you nod, hands fleeing to find his forearms and you hold on to them for dear life. he feels this, and responds by unhooking them from one another to allow your smaller hands to be swallowed within his own. your satiny skin rubbing against his calloused palms. “Dragons are but fairy tale creatures to the little ones, an evil obstacle in a bedtime story, and that is what they will remain.”

“And what of another enemy?”

“I will cut them down.” he mutters, an air of determination and certainty. “Anyone who dares to threaten my wife, my children, will bleed upon the edge of my axe.”

you believed him. for as long as you could remember, Thorin had been a man of his word, and he would stand against any foe to his people, but this was different. there was a darkness in his voice, as if the mere thought of any harm coming to you or your children would send him into a bloodthirsty frenzy for revenge. you were sure that was the case.

“You are safe, my love, my queen.” he repeats, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck; his beard tickles your neck as he plants fleeting, saccharine pecks over it. “We are safe.”

you’d been told such a thing many times before by others, but none were as believable as Thorin. none were so true than his words.

“Because of you,” you whisper, finally resolved and convinced enough to speak. “My dragon slayer. My king.”

[rosemary-morgan]

HC´s - How the boys would take care of you during your period

So, that's for you my dear @fangirl-ramblings 🖤🖤 I am so happy to have met you here! Our friendship means a lot to me. I love you 🌸🌺

I hope you all will like it (❁´◡`❁)

Please excuse any grammatical errors. English is not my native language.

Kili

At first, Kili was more than desperate to see you suffer so much. He had no idea what to do to help you. He had followed your wishes, always hoping that the pain would stop. But over time, Kili learned what you needed and when you needed something. And when you are sad, or especially sensitive, he doesn't joke around. Kili can also be a bit more serious. At first, you were very embarrassed by Kili pulling off the blood-stained sheets. But Kili saw no problem in it. There is nothing to be ashamed of; that is what he said to you. And if you get hungry, Kili will be the first to help you loot the pantry. Secretly at night, you eat your favorite foods and laughing together.

Ori

At first, Ori was a bit confused by the fact that you are in so much pain. But Ori is very empathetic and quickly learns how to deal with it. He keeps bringing you hot tea, wrapping you in warm blankets, sharing his warm food with you - and making sure you get the most of it. Some days when it's really bad, he won't leave your side. But if you want to be alone because you need your privacy, Ori will accept it and leave you alone. However, you can be sure that the dwarf will check on you every twenty minutes in case you need something.

"My dear, can I get you anything?" "No, Ori. Thank you..." "Okay... But maybe some fruit? Or some hot chocolate? Would you like some hot chocolate, my dear?" Ori is just too sweet and loving. With a soft laugh, you snuggle into your pillow. "But only if you drink one too, my love!" "Deal!"

Thorin

Thorin is very loving to you during this special time. He knows that your body is under stress and you just need to rest. Therefore, he does not bother you with unnecessary tasks that the others could also do. He takes a lot of time for you, especially when you seek his closeness, he does not leave your side. Cuddled in warm blankets, your head rests on his lap while he gently strokes your hair. Quietly, he hums a song to you to calm you down and distract you from your pain. If you argue, Thorin will know that you don't mean what you say and he won't be angry with you. He knows that he is stubborn. But he also knows that this is the reason why you love him.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you," you mutter, tortured with pain. "Shh. It's all good. Save your strength." "I love you, you stubborn donkey." "I love you too, my heart."

Dwalin

It takes a while for Dwalin to finally understand that your bad mood is caused by your hormones. Dwalin is known for his temper, but much like Thorin, he doesn't take the little arguments during your special time too serious. Dwalin rarely shows his patient side, but he does it for you. He tries everything to make your pain somehow bearable. He knows how much it helps you when he takes you in his arms and you can snuggle up to his warm body. He likes to spend a whole day with you in bed to make you feel comfortable. And whatever you need, Dwalin is there for you. He will take on any tasks to lighten your burden. This tough warrior has a very soft heart. Especially when it comes to you.

"Mhm, Dwalin... cookies..." "Ye want some cookies, love?" "Mhm... yes. Cookies." Dwalin laughs softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Ok. I get ye some."

Fili

Hot baths with soothing lavender. Fili knows about the healing effects of lavender and how pleasant it is for your body and soul. He often caresses your lower abdomen to relief your cramps. He also will take his time to spoil you. Especially when you are in great pain. And if you are sad, you can be sure that Fili will do everything to cheer you up. And if no bouquet of flowers should be enough to make you smile, there is only one thing to do: cuddling, caressing, soft kisses all over your body - he loves you so much.

Bombur

Bombur takes great care that you eat everything your body needs. Meat, healthy vegetables, fruit. Extra-large portions for you! It is very important to him that you are well and that you feel comfortable. Bombur is always checking on you, wrapping you in warm blankets and bringing you a hot meal every hour. Yes, that's right. Every hour! The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? Or in your case, the way to a woman's heart. And since Bombur is a good cook, he loves to spoil his sweetheart with delicious food. Even more so when you're not feeling well and need a little cheering up, he bakes delicious things for you.

[fellowshipofthefics]

Hey Fellowship of the Fics! Please welcome @sunnyrosewritesstuff​t!!  👏🥳 Sunny decided to share her thoughts and impressions on her fic: Guardian of Kings

Question 1: What inspired you to write this fic?

There was a tumblr post about how Thorin was a true damsel in distress a while back, and I was thinking about how true that was and what if the mountain really started to believe that Bilbo was Thorin's "knight in shining armor".

Question 2: What was your favorite scene to write in this fic and why?

I think I would have to say my favorite scene was the fake duel. Just because I liked the alignment of characters I had there: Thorin, Bilbo, Oin, Fili, Nori, and Balin. And I love places where my hobbit can show off his intelligence (with a dash of humor of course).

Question 3: What was the hardest scene to write and why?

Definitely it was the fight scene between Bilbo and Thorin in the final chapter! I knew exactly (and had already written out) how I wanted the throne room scene to go. So getting the two to connect was a little difficult and I had to rewrite the fight 3 different times before I was finally satisfied.

Question 4: Was there any parts you had to cut/change before the final draft and do you have them to share?

Yes actually! Aside from the moment above, I actually had the beginning of the fake duel going very differently where Thorin was once again in the dark. I decided to change it just because I felt like this was probably something the king of Erebor should know.

“You’re here early.”

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin already failing in his primary task. However, his heart rate eased significantly to see Thorin was alone doing some paperwork before the start of the meeting. Bilbo took his place on his left as Thorin’s head seemed to cock just slightly to the side as he noticed his attire.

“Yes, well. Balin has been pestering me to be more active in these things. I suppose I was just excited.”

Now Thorin looked incredulous. “Excited? About a trade meeting?”

Bilbo blushed realizing he was not fooling Thorin at all. 

“Anxious?” He offered more truthfully.

Now Thorin’s stare was full of suspicion. A look Bilbo knew quite well actually. 

“What do you know that I don’t?” He questioned.

Bilbo’s mouth ran away from him unable to resist the jab.

“Well that’s a rather broad topic, don’t you think?”

Rather than getting upset, Thorin merely rolled his eyes as he returned to his work.

“Should have left you in the Shire.” He mumbled.

Bilbo turned sharply only to see the small tug of amusement on his lips. Ah, so it was a joke.

“You wouldn’t have gotten very far without me.” He teased back.

Thorin’s eyes were so soft when they turned back to him, that Bilbo felt his breath catch in his throat. Especially when his silky voice delivered a reply that would warm him from the tips of his ears down to his toes.

“On that point, you would be correct.”

Bilbo wasn’t sure how long he sat there staring at Thorin like a besotted idiot, but the next thing he knew, Nori was sliding him a slip of paper as Thorin’s expression morphed back into his stoic “kingly” mask. Bilbo glanced down at Nori’s note as he released a sigh. So battle on.

“You’re going to put me in an early grave.” Thorin complained.

“Shouldn’t have chosen him as the Ushmar Uzbâd.” Nori offered finding humor in the situation.

“I don’t remember that actually being my decision.” Thorin snarled.

“You don’t...doubt me, do you?” Bilbo reminded him of his words after the Akrâg Azgha.

“No, I don’t.” Thorin heaved a sigh.

Bilbo was relieved to hear that, but before he could get another word in, Thorin had reached for his hand giving it a small squeeze.

“But that won’t stop me from worrying for you.”

Question 5: What overall impression/moment do you want readers to take away from your fic?

For the most part, I just wanted this to be a lighthearted story of Bagginshield fluff and humor. And if people took away that Bilbo is actually a badass, all the better!

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[legolasoftherings]

Fili Fridays are my favorite day!!!!!

Here’s a slightly less sad Fíli Friday post for you! I know my last one was a bit of a sucker punch.

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Fíli paced the length of the royal family’s common area. It was empty, fire crackling low in the hearth, which was to be expected considering it was the middle of the night.

In his arms he carried a little brunette dwarfling, who was currently sputtering sobs around a stuffed nose. The little one’s chin rest on his shoulder, a tiny fist clutching at one of his thicker braids and the other rubbing at his eye.

Víli, the oldest of Kíli and Elenor’s twins, had caught a rather nasty cold. Not something dwarves normally fell ill with, but Elenor was a human so it seemed logical they would be susceptible to a little more then Mahal’s other children. Oín and Elenor didn’t seem too concerned, anyways. Aside from being completely miserable, Víli wasn’t in any real danger.

Víli keened again, trying to breathe through his mouth, cough, and cry at the same time with utter failure. Fíli winced at his nephew’s distress, and rubbed his back gently. Nightime was shaping up to be the worst hours of the day, everyone agreed. At least during daylight hours Víli was able to sit up and breathe somewhat easier, but at night he was unable to lay down without discomfort and unable to sleep sitting up.

Elenor and Kíli had traded the night before in shifts, sleeping a couple of hours at a time in between sitting up with an upset Víli. During the day, Bilbo and Dís were able to take him for a handful of hours each, letting the exhausted parents go about their own duties as much as possible.

But the circles under his brother and sister’s eyes were getting painful to look at, and they deserved real sleep. So Fíli volunteered (read: comandeered) the night shift and sent them off to bed with a promise to wake them in a couple hours that he had had no intention of keeping.

And so there he was. Pebble in hand, pacing the common area barefoot in his sleep pants, doing his best to calm the little one down.

They had been parked on the couch, Fíli reading reports on one end while Víli lay on the other, but everytime he seemed to finally doze his inability to breath through his nose woke him again. Fíli heavily suspected the tears now were out of frustration, not any kind of pain.

“U-unca’ Fee...” Víli snuffled in his ear.

“Yes, my pebble?” He whispered back, making another turn around the couch.

“‘M sleepy.”

“I know, bud. How about you try and get some sleep now? Tears all done?”

Víli nodded, rubbing an unpleasantly cold and wet substance into Fíli’s bare shoulder. He suppressed a wince and an urge to wipe it off right away.

“But I- I don’ wanna lay down ag’in Unca’ Fee.” Víli whispered, and Fíli bounced him gently.

“Just sleep right where you are, I’ve got you.”

“Right here?” A yawn- yes! A good sign.

“Yup, right here.”

“T’anks Unca’ Fee. I lub you.”

“I love you too, pebble. Sweet dreams.”

Hours later, just before daybreak, Kíli woke with a start. No crying, no haggard breathing or coughing echoed in the bedroom he shared with his wife- just the sound of her soft breathing.

“Dammit Fíli.” Kíli groaned, heaving himself out of bed in search of his brother and son.

He found them on the couch in the common area, Fíli reclining against the arm of the couch with his head leaning backwards over the armrest in a way that Kíli knew would hurt when he woke. In a puddle on his chest was Víli, fast asleep and drooling on his uncle’s bare chest, Fíli’s arms wrapped loosely around him. Even asleep, Kíli knew his brother was looking out for his son. A pile of reports sat on the low table beside them, haphazardly sliding to one side.

He inched backwards out of the room again. No need to wake them just yet.

[lathalea]

A Trip to Dale

Thank you so much 💙and thank you for your patience ☺️ I wasn't sure what kind of relationship/pronouns you prefer, but I hope you'll like it!

Relationships: Kili x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none

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A Trip to Dale

Something tickled your nose. You grunted and pulled the duvet over your head. Yesterday was a busy day and you wanted to sleep more!

The duvet was lifted a bit and something tickled your nose again. You grunted even louder.

“I need sleep!” you protested, grabbing the duvet and rolling to your other side. You deserved a bit more sleep!

Something pulled at the duvet, but you held it firmly.

“Are you sure you are not going to get up?” someone said cheekily.

You grunted in protest. There was no reply, only silence. With a sigh, you decided to return to sleep, hoping that you would get back to that nice dream you had before someone dared to wake you.

“But are you really sure?” the voice asked again. “We were supposed to meet Fili and…” “YES! SLEEP! NOW!” you growled at the annoying person. “Ah well. I guess I would have to go to Dale only with my boring brother,” that same someone said with a sigh of despair. Dale… Fili… that sounded vaguely familiar. But you really wanted to get back to sleep! You were drifting off to sleep when you heard that voice again, “How about I change your mind?”

Before you had the time to react, the duvet was lifted from your legs and someone started tickling your feet.

You burst out in giggles, trying to move your feet away, but the mysterious attacker was relentless, and cunning. He knew how ticklish you were. You opened your eyes to see him - and there he was, on the bed beside you, still wearing his nightclothes.

“Kili! Stop it!” you managed to say while between the giggles. The tips of his fingers pleasantly tickled the soles of your feet, but you could barely catch a breath, laughing so hard.

The tickling stopped for a moment.

“So, are you getting up?” Kili asked, grinning mischievously.

“I waaaaaant to sleeeeep!” you frowned, yawning. The bed was so soft, and warm, and so cozy…

The tickling returned.

“No! Kili!” you giggled again, but this time you managed to free your feet and crawl up towards the headboard of the bed.

“I see that more serious measures have to be taken!” he winked at you, flashing his teeth, and swiftly moved on the bed towards you. Laughing, you threw a pillow at him, but he dodged it, and then made another playful attack. This time, he pulled you into a tight embrace, your back against his chest, and this time, you didn’t protest, enjoying being enveloped in his warmth.

“I promise to make us breakfast,” he murmured into your ear.

“I still want to sleep,” you stifled a yawn, even though you felt slightly tempted. Kili knew how to make quite good food if he wanted to. And besides, he was so deliciously close to you now. Almost like a fluffy down duvet. No, better than a duvet. Duvets didn’t smell so nice and didn’t make you so relaxed.

“How about I make your favorite breakfast? What would you say about...” he continued. When he started describing the delicious food he was going to prepare, your stomach grumbled. You could almost taste it all. Maybe it was worth it, after all?

“Ten minutes more?” you tried. Kili’s arms were wrapped around you while his pleasantly low voice whispered in your ear, and you enjoyed every moment of his reassuring closeness.

“Ah, well. Ten minutes. And after that, we go with Fili to Dale, and annoy the hell out of him!” he chuckles.

“Mhmmm, sounds good…” you mumbled, putting your arms over his and patting his hand in agreement.

“Sweet dreams,” his murmur was the last thing you remembered.

In Kili’s embrace, you quickly drifted off to sleep. He was there, too, always by your side, even when you weren’t awake, the special bond between you extending into the realm of dreams. It was exactly what you needed.

You didn’t know how long you slept, but you woke up startled. Kili suddenly moved behind you, lifting his head with a growl, but still holding you close. “What happened?” you turned towards him.

“We overslept! It’s almost noon! Fili has gone without us!” grunting, Kili fell back on the pillows.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Sleeping felt good, but you knew there was one thing you both liked much more.

“Ah well. I hope he has a good time in Dale,” you replied.

“I bet he does, but what about us?” Kili’s brown eyes rested on you.

“I have an idea about how to spend the rest of the day,” you grinned.

“What do you have in mind?”

“We haven’t cuddled enough!” you pulled him into an embrace. Soon, you were both lying sideways, your forehead pressing against his.

“You know what?” Kili said with his arms around you once more, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Go ahead?”

“I really like your ideas!”

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[legolasoftherings]

Flower Crowns

Pairings: Platonic!Fili x reader, Platonic!Kili x reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: just fluff, as usual :)

A/N: FINALLY some Fiki action, aka lots of hugs and fluff :) I have no idea where this is set cuz erebor has practically no windows soooooo idek, enjoy loves <3

The sun rose with happiness and joy in its rays and had steeped you in its warmth. You awoke with a smile, and ran to your window to let it soak into your skin. In the distance, you knew there was a meadow with wildflowers in full bloom.

Quickly getting dressed, you barely paid attention to what you were putting on. When you left your room, you went straight to the kitchen and storerooms to pack a few choice items in a basket.

You and the Durin family had been close your whole life. The three of you played together as children, and stayed best friends throughout your lives. Their mother, Dis, was a mentor to you, and you treasured their friendship.

You burst into their room, yelling,“Fili! Kili! We’re going on an adventure! Get up, lazy asses!”

“Why? Where? Now?” came the groggy voices of Fili and Kili.

“I’ve got a hankering for some flowers, and you’re coming with me. I’m not taking no for an answer, by the way, and I’m bringing food!” you said, pulling clothes out of their closet and placing them in their reluctant arms.

“It’s a two hour walk! We’re already running behind!” You called behind you at the boys dragging their feet.

Soon enough, your best friends met you in a side hallway in the direction of the meadow, still rubbing their eyes. You slipped both of your arms in theirs and set off. Chattering and giggling, you strode out of a side exit of the castle and began the trek.

You had given Fili the picnic basket, because Kili couldn’t be trusted near any food. The last time he was in charge of a meal, he ate half of it before the rest of you could take it out of the basket. It was a unanimous decision to charge him with empty basket duty coming home, according to you and Fili.

The rock around you slowly began to turn into grass as you walked, and the air smelled sweet. The boys next to you had content smiles on their faces, and no words were said for a little while.

All of a sudden, you crested a hill and saw them. Wildflowers as far as the eye could see, in all different colors. Without thinking, you let go of Fili and Kili and took off running. You sped through the meadow with a radiant smile as they watched. The brothers rarely saw you that happy, so it was a gift of a moment.

Looking back with a grin, you called, “Come on! I’ve found a spot!” They followed you to a little space of empty grass and Fili laid the blanket out.

You began to walk around the meadow, collecting as many colorful flowers as you could. By the time you were finished, you had a sizable bouquet in your arms. Taking a deep inhale, the sweet scent filled your nose and put a soft smile on your face.

When you arrived back at the blanket, the princes were already eating. Kili’s face was covered in jam and Fili was munching on a piece of cheese.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” You deadpanned, settling yourself down on the blanket.

“Nope!” Kili laughed, as you wiped the jam off his face with a napkin.

You pulled a loaf of bread out of the basket and cut it into pieces, one for each of you. Fortunately, you also brought ale and a few cups, so once you finished your meal, you drank a little bit.

You started making a flower crown with a bundle of beautiful blue flowers. Using your nail, you made a hole, inserted one stem into the other, and continued the motion. You didn’t notice Fili and Kili watching you intently, very confused and honestly, quite lost at what you were doing.

“Y/n…” Fili asked, a little shyly, “what are you doing?”

“Making a flower crown, you buffoon!” You replied with a laugh, “Have you never seen one made before?”

The boys laughed sheepishly and murmured negative responses of a general variety. You bade them to gather them around you, and you showed them how to thread the flowers together.

Once you finished yours, you placed it on Fili’s head.

“A crown fit for a king,” you said, bowing low with a chuckle.

“Can I have one?” Kili half-whined, feeling left out.

“Make one yourself, Kee,” Fili laughed

“Fine,” Kili huffed and grabbed a handful of flowers. He wove the flowers in and out, creating a beautiful flower crown; you hated to admit it, but you were impressed.

“You’re a natural!” you said, clapping as he finished, causing him to laugh and take a bow. He placed the crown on his head, and admired the effect.

The three of you continued to weave flowers into crowns and chains and talk for quite a few more hours, until you realized that the sun was getting low in the sky. The setting sun washed the sky in purples and pinks.

“It’s beautiful,” you said without thinking.

“Mhm,” Fili murmured, smiling at your wonderstruck expression. At that moment, Kili let out a face-splitting yawn at your side, making you all laugh.

“C’mere,” you chuckled, holding out your arms and patting your lap.

You laid Kili’s head in your lap, and leaned on Fili’s chest. The sun set, bathing their faces in golden light. You absentmindedly ran your hands through Kili’s hair while Fili fiddled with the ends of yours. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed and closed your eyes, enjoying the utter stillness of the moment. It took many minutes for any of you to move, but none of you were too quick to leave.

At last, the three of you packed up, gave the empty basket to Kili and began to walk back. The darkness was still and silent but for the sound of crickets, and none of you spoke for a long time. When you finally got home,you had to separate.

“Goodnight,” you said, adjusting the wilting crowns on their heads.

“Night, Y/n,” they replied, giving you warm hugs. You kissed both of the boys goodnight on the cheek and left them

[mithrilhearts]

I’m so excited to answer the ones you sent 👀 but in the meantime…

I think you know where I’m going with this…

Will you do some commentary on the Deathless chapter of Bookbinder//Songwriter??

This is SOOOOO SOOOO late, but I was determined to get to it sometime!! Sorry for the delay, but better late than never, right??

Here are my very scatter brained thoughts about...

→ Bookbinder//Songwriter: Chapter 9, Deathless

For starters, I am so glad you enjoyed this chapter, and that you continue to surprise me with your love for this fic. It felt like the perfect way to say happy birthday than to update it on your special day!! And secondly, I always knew that I wanted to give Thorin a replacement guitar, or a secondary one, named after Orcrist. It was a must.

This was one of those vaguely planned out chapters that took control of what I was doing, fleshing themselves out as I went along.

Starting with Dwalin's echoing terror of "Uncle Bilbo" and feeling replaced as Fili and Kili's second fun uncle was so fun for me. I love Nwalin as a secondary ship, and I should explore them more, for real.

The death of deathless is like...the end of an era, but it’s also the last thing that Thorin really has of his brother and his father - it’s the guitar Thrain got him, his first one, and a lot of his love for music stems from his father, so while it kind of got crushed ridiculously, it was necessary. But what came of it was better than scrapping the pieces, and I wanted there to be a way for Thorin to still hang on to those memories, but also embrace what’s to come.

His life has changed a lot since Bilbo entered it, and the band is heading in new and exciting directions, so why not a flashy new tool?

Expanding a bit more on the other friendships and such in the fic was important to me. Bilbo and Dwalin have never really had moments together - we’ve seen Bilbo hanging out with Bofur, Nori, and Ori already, and so now it was his turn to have some one on one with Thorin’s best mate. It doesn’t matter what the fic is, whether there’s romance or platonic friendships, there will always be misunderstandings.

Also, soft!dwalin is such a FAVORITE of mine. Big burly man has such a soft heart and we love to see it.

But let’s talk about Dim’s artwork. The kidlet’s drawings...one of them started out as a joke I think, and I HAD to use them. They’re beautiful, they’re hilarious, and wHY IS DWALIN SO SMALL? 😂😂😂 This combined with Sandy’s art just help make the chapter!! Band!Thorin and Bilbo’s squishy besotted face was just...perfect.

I know these scattered thoughts are kinda uninteresting but I really hope this chapter was special for you on your birthday (back in July omg) <3 I know you love this fic a lot, and I can’t wait to do more and see what you think!!!

🤘

[winter-dayz]

F*ck. I’m so in Love with You | 27 - The BTS Dorm

Y/N tries to surprise Namjoon.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Idol!Reader Idol AU; Slice of Life; Textfic Genre: Angst; Fluff Warnings: strong language, suggestive content

She punched in the passkey, the soft buzzing letting her know it was accepted as she entered the dorm.

“Honeyyyy, I’m hoooome!” Y/N laughed, kicking her shoes off at the front hall with the others.

“Y/N?” Hoseok rounded the corner, a bright and warm smile on his face despite his confused, furrowed brow. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my last free day before my break ends so I wanted to surprise Joonie. Jin-oppa knew I was coming over.” She explained following him into the kitchen where he must’ve been eating his lunch.

Hoseok shook his head and gave her a sad smile, “Ah, Jin-hyung didn’t tell you? Namjoon went to the studio with Yoongi-hyung today. They’re working on the tracks again.”

Her smile fell almost imperceptibly, and she gave a small shrug. “That’s okay. I’m an idol and a leader too, so I understand the work and pressures he’s under. What about the rest of you boys?”

“Hmm… I think Taehyung and Jungkook are out shopping. They should be back soon. Jin-hyung and Jimin are doing a v-live right now.” He offered her a strawberry, which she gladly took. “I hurt my knee practicing yesterday, so I’m just supposed to rest up today.” He scrunched his nose up in mock annoyance.

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m here! We can hang out so you don’t get bored just resting.”

The two beamed at each other, and Y/N made quick work of gathering their favorite snacks while Hoseok set up the living room. They had decided to catch up on one of the variety shows they liked that none of the other members would watch with them.

~

“Y/N~” Taehyung grinned when he spotted the girl lounging on the couch with his hyung. He ran over, jumping onto the sofa and laying across her.

“Hey Tae,” She ruffled his hair, and he closed his eyes in contentedness. “Hi, Kookie!” Y/N added with a wave over to the maknae.

Jungkook gave her his signature smile and joined the rest to watch TV. “Are hyungs still at the studio?” He directed the question towards Hoseok, who nodded in assent.

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise Joonie, but Hobi said he won’t be back until later tonight. And I can’t stay that long… That’s okay, though, I get a day with my boys instead.” Y/N added cheerfully.

“Yah!” Jin teased loudly as he entered the living room with Jimin following, “So we’re the consolation prize?”

“Oh never, Jin-oppa! Your handsome face is such a gift to behold.” She, along with Jungkook, snickered. “In fact, I’m only dating Namjoon so that I have an excuse to see it.”

Jin scoffed indignantly, “You’ve been hanging out with these brats too much.”

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[justalittlehoneybee]

Mischiefs to Soldiers

Not my photo

Summary: Fili, Kili, and Tili have been by eachothers sides through all their childhood schemes and now they stand together on the battlefield

A/N: just a quick little story for my new OC. It started off very fluffy but then I got whiplash from how fast it turned to angst. But I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Warnings: angst, war, sadness

Tili’s POV:

-Flashback to when kids-

“Oh you little troublemakers! Don’t let me catch you three stealing from me again!” The baker’s wife yelled, as my brothers and I ran down the path and towards home. Our boots pounding the damp dirt and our breaths short. “That was too close Fili.” I breath out as we slow down next to a tree, far enough away from the bakers shop to not get caught. “Nah we were fine. That old baker and his wife are too old to catch us and beside it was worth it to get this.” Fili grinned as he held up the three pastries wrapped up in parchment. Chocolate croissants, our favorite. “Yeah yeah just give us the food” Kili whined as he was still trying to catch his breath and reached out for the treats. “Not until we get home Kil! You’ll scarf it down and barely enjoy it if we eat it now.” Fili fought as he put his arm out to stop Kili and raised to food higher up. “I’ll scarf it down when we get home just as much as I would right now!” Kili fought back. I groan at the boys antics and jumped up and snatched the croissants from Fili’s hands. “Why don’t we compromise. We’ll split each of the pastries in half and eat some of it now and then the rest we we get back home. Deal?” Fili and Kili looked at eachother and shrugged. “Deal!” They say together. We all sit down on the dirt and I bring the croissants out of their wrapping and spit each in half. “One for you, one for you, and one for me.” I smile and happily munch on the treat with my brothers. “When did you get to be so smart, Tils?” Kili asked with a mouth full of food. I scoff and say,

“Well it’s a good thing one of us got a brain.”

-end flashback-

I tighten the strap on my chest plate and lock it in place, then turn my attention to my boots and tighten them up. Sighing I tuck a strand of my red hair that managed to fall out of its braids, and I start to work on the next boot.

Once finished I stand up and turn to my oldest brother who is ready there with a battle helmet in his hands.

I step toward him and look up to his soft, blue eyes. Sadness swimming around but you can tell he’s trying his hardest to hide it.

He looks down at me and gives a small smile then lift up the helmet to my head and slowly fits it on.

Once it’s on, his shaky palms linger at the side of my head for a moment as he stares in my eyes. “Namadith” he whispers gently with a voice on the brink of brokenness. I bring my hands up and rest them on his and lean my head forward so our foreheads touch. “Do not weep yet, for those you have not lost,” I smile and close my eyes.

“We must be brave” I say as I lean back and look back into his eyes. He nods and continues to help me with my helmet, tightening the straps.

After he’s finished, Kili walks in carrying some chainmail. He’s looking to the ground as he enters and only when he slowly looks up we see the worry on his face.

I reach my hand out for him to take, and he slowly walks over to take it. I reach my other hand out for Fili, who also takes it.

“This is a battle we must fight for our home. For our family.” I speak with hope, but in truth I’m scared. I’m scared of death, I’m scared of the war tomorrow that Thorin has proclaimed. But mostly I’m scared of loosing my brothers, I promised mother I’d bring them back to her and I plan to do just that. She will get all of her children back when this is done.

“We will stay together, don’t leave eachothers side. We will see the morning after morrow, do not worry” I try to encourage. Both of them slowly look up at me and we all three look between each other. Taking in what we each look like. The color of our eyes, the shape of our noses, the turn of our lips, anything. Anything to keep in our memory, incase this is the last time we see eachothers faces with life in them.

Then Kili smiles softly, “when did you get to be so wise namad?” Which makes Fili and I smile as well and I soft say,

“Well it’s a good thing one of us got a brain.”