#the dane of erebor

[brobadil]

The Dane of Erebor- Masterlist

Title: The Dane of Erebor,

Summary: They grew up on tales of that mountain. It was home to their people, but it was never home to her. She was destined to become the hero of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain, she was destined to protect a home that was never hers. To Lorelai, home was never a place, it was always a person. Her home was always with him.

Pairing: Fili x OC (Lorelai)

Updates every Tuesday and Friday at 5 pm cst

Part One: Fili, Kili, and Lorelai tell tales of their childhood at Fili's birthday party. Lorelai begins to wonder what home really means. (Edited 9/13/21)

Part Two: Fili walks Lorelai home and realizes something he never thought of before. (Edited 9/13/21)

Part Three: Lorelai's studies are interrupted when Kili wants to go for target practice out of the blue. (Edited 9/13/21)

Part Four: Fili tells Bofur and Bombur of his plans. (Edited 9/13/21)

Part Five: Lorelai and her family attend a mysterious party. Fili finally asks her a question seventy years in the making. (Edited 9/14/21)

Part Six: Fili and Lorelai celebrate their wedding with their family. (Edited 9/14/21)

Part Seven: Thorin returns from Bree with news of a quest from Gandalf the Gray.

Part Eight: Lorelai rushes to invite her brothers on the quest of a lifetime.

Part Nine: Fili, Kili, and Lorelai make their way to the Shire.

Part Ten: An unexpected party at the house of a very flustered Hobbit.

Part Eleven: Thorin and Dis finally make their way to the Shire. The entire company gathers in Bilbo's dining room for a long discussion.

Part Twelve: The company deliberates what to do while their burglar is unconscious.

Part Thirteen: Wages are taken on whether or not a certain Hobbit will show up after all.

Part Fourteen: The company stops on a mountainside and Lorelai finally gets to know Bilbo Baggins.

Part Fifteen: Lorelai wakes up from a horrible nightmare.

Part Sixteen: The company rests for the night only to come face to face with trolls.

Part Seventeen: Gandalf arrives just in time to free the company from being eaten by trolls.

Part Eighteen: Lorelai is entranced by swords from Gondolin and the company meets Radagast The Brown.

Part Nineteen: The Company is found by orcs and chased right into a cave.

Part Twenty: The Company arrives in Rivendell and are invited to dinner by Lord Elrond.

Part Twenty-One: During dinner with Elrond, Lorelai gets overstimulated and Fili helps her find a quiet place.

Part Twenty-Two: The Company decides to leave early in the morning and Lorelai and Bilbo begin to bond.

Part Twenty-Three: Lorelai wakes up from a nightmare and has a very confusing conversation with Lord Elrond.

Part Twenty-Four: Fili tries to help Lorelai find a cure for her nightmares.

Part Twenty-Five: The Company has to cross a mountain during a thunder battle.

Part Twenty-Six: Lorelai tries to talk Bilbo out of leaving before the floor suddenly disappears.

Part Twenty-Seven: The Company is captured by Goblins.

Part Twenty-Eight: The Company must fight for their lives to escape the Goblins.

Part Twenty-Nine: It seems like the end of the journey has come when Orcs corner the Company on a cliff side.

Part Thirty: The eagles drop the Company on a mountainside and Thorin and Bilbo go face-to-face.

Part Thirty-One: The Company is cornered by orcs but Gandalf proposes a "safe" house.

Part Thirty-Two: Lorelai nearly falls over on the run to Beorn's house, and Fili has a possible solution.

Part Thirty-Three: The Company meets Beorn the Skin Changer.

Part Thirty-Four: Beorn decides to help the Company and they lay eyes on Mirkwood for the very first time.

Part Thirty-Five: Lorelai leaves the path and loses the Company.

Part Thirty-Six: Lorelai finds herself captured by the Prince of the Woodland Realm.

Part Thirty-Seven: Lorelai is confronted by The Elven King of The Woodland Realm.

Part Thirty-Eight: Lorelai gets to know Legolas.

Part Thirty-Nine: Lorelai discovers the Ring.

Part Forty: The Company has to escape the elves by riding the river rapids in barrels.

Part Forty-One: The Company finds a taxi to Laketown.

Part Forty-Two: The Company sneaks into Laketown covered in fish.

Part Forty-Three: The Company finally arrives inside Laketown and must swim to their final destination.

[lisinfleur]

Things I do for her

The request:

Author’s Notes | I hope you can forgive me for how long it took to be ready. Loved this piece! I hope you guys like it too! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Alfred x Ivar’s Sister Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event Words | 1246 ⁑ Warnings: None

"I could marry him."

She saw him what? Twice in a lifetime?

And there was my little sister: wanting to solve a whole conflict between Englishmen and our men by marrying that thin rag of a man the English had the guts to call "The Great".

Beyond the phlegm of looking me in the eye and smiling at that idea, I couldn't see what else in Alfred was really that great.

"It sounds like a plan to me."

The stupidity, maybe.

"Are you suggesting you would marry my sister for an alliance with my people, is that it?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm saying I think her idea is pretty good once it would not only avoid unnecessary slaughtering between our people but, perhaps, establish a solid relationship between our crowns, my friend."

I'm not your friend! Don't call me "friend"! I wanted so bad to cut his belly open right there!

But Y/N was smiling so proud of herself and the recognition she was receiving from that stupid smile on his face... I couldn't do it.

Although it would be a pleasurable end for that content - definitely a thousand times better than seeing my sister getting married to that thin stick of a king! - I couldn't be the one responsible for the tears I would see in Y/N's eyes for him.

It was true that she never stopped babbling about Alfred since the first time she saw his slender figure.

"Have you seen his pale tone?"

"His hair is so beautiful!"

"Oh, he has a sweet smile!"

"His voice is so peaceful."

Fucking shit.

More praises and I would stab my own ears not to spend my time hearing about that Christian prince.

I knew her heart. Y/N's could have my eyes and my traces, but she wasn't like me. We were the perfect opposites, and I knew it!

She was placidity where I was wrath. Her eyes were the blue sky of a sunny day, while mine were the thin blue of the furious sea. And I knew it.

Her place wasn't beside me.

And, although it would hurt me forever, I knew it.

"What grants me my sister won't end up being burned like a witch by your superstitions bunch of Christians you call a people? uh?"

I knew it! But I wouldn't give up on her so easily!

"First of all, I'll make her the Queen of Wessex, which is already reason enough for her to be safe from the peasants," Alfred started.

"You're gonna have to give me more than that if you want me to trust you, my friend," I mocked the words. "You're asking me to give you my most precious treasure in exchange for something I could easily get by cutting your throat and slaughtering your men. Besides sparing me from the pleasure of the bloodshed, you're asking me to trust you will care for my sister and keep her safe the same way I have been doing since our father was killed. By your grandfather, by the way!" I remembered.

"Which is nothing but the second reason in my arguments, my friend. Ivar, we have been at war with each other since before we were born. Our fathers were enemies, our grandfathers before them would've been. But I'm not my father nor my grandfather. I recognize my ancestors wronged yours. And unlike them, I'm up to fix these mistakes."

"Go on," I said, bothered.

But interested in what he had to say.

He giggled, noticing my boredom.

"I've tried this first with the Danes and your brother Ubbe. But his power wasn't the same as it is yours. He wasn't the king of Kattegat. You are."

Massaging my ego won't make you come closer to my sister's skirt, my friend... I wanted to say that. But Y/N was there, beside me in my chariot. I didn't want to be... Unpolite.

"And from a king to another, I know your people want the lands I have idle around my town. I know your people have techniques that could increase our production. And I know pretty well, from my experience among the Danes, that our people can coexist. A marriage like this could turn real the dreams of your father and my own."

"And what are these dreams you call your own, King Alfred?" I asked, curious. "I know my father's dreams your kind many times has tried to use against us, to manipulate our people into believing in your God and the false promises of the same land you promise me now. But I know no dream of yours... Clarify me."

"What are the dreams of a king other than making his kingdom the greater, King Ivar?" he answered me.

Showing me some of that ambition I thought he didn't have behind that peaceful facade.

"Your people have been showing your military superiority throughout the years. Mine has the fields necessary to feed the armies, materials, and resources to supply them, the finest smithery to increase your power... Follow my thoughts, king Ivar. We've been fighting for years. What could we do together?"

Here was a fire I wasn't expecting to see inside that man's eyes. I leaned my head, looking at him with surprise.

And I rose my hand, mutely ordering my men to lower their weapons.

"I think you have something in mind that might interest me enough to make this matter something I want to discuss longer. Let us propose a truce among our men, my friend. Set the chess table for two and let us talk about these ideas of yours."

Alfred smiled, and so did my sister. His smile was full of hope. Hers was full of an amount of passion I didn't want to see in my sister's eyes towards a Christian.

"But I have to advise you..." I warned. "Do not invite me into your home planning a trap, my fellow king. I may have a huge army behind me, but I'm more than enough alone to make you pay for breaking my trust."

He knew I wasn't kidding. And Y/N knew I wasn't doing that by my own will.

But what would she ask me to do that I wouldn't do with a smile on my face? Uh?

"The truce is settled then," Alfred declared.

His men inverted the spears around us, showing the flags instead of the spikes as a sign we wouldn't make war.

My men did the same as I sighed on my chariot.

"We'll see each other again tomorrow," Alfred stated. "At the dawn, in my castle."

With what I agreed, although it was clear I wasn't willingly giving up on that fight.

"Chamomile, and wildflowers," I said, getting Alfred confused for an instant before I turned my chariot, looking at him from upon my shoulder. "Sweetened with honey. It's her favorite," I completed.

Rolling my eyes at the way Alfred's smile became a mirror of happiness reflecting my sister's blushed cheeks.

Fuck.

It would be hard to get used to how delicate my brother-in-law would be.

"Thank you, brother," Y/N's voice echoed right before her warm lips kissed my cheek.

Her body bouncing on her heels in that habit she inherited from our older brother Hvitserk to show up when she was happy.

I sighed. It would be hard indeed.

But it was for her.

I could change the whole Midgard for her.

I could do it.

For her.

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The oneshot I lovingly call “Fuck you Thranduil”

Just a little oneshot that has been floating around my head for a few weeks. Its set after BOTFA where everyone lives / nobody dies (YAY) during the negotiations regarding reparations. 

Warnings - if you couldnt tell from the title it contains a few swear words, mentions of assault/abuse of power, mention of bloody death

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"Well, if you do not agree to our terms then the Arkenstone will remain in our possession."

"Listen here you pointy eared bastard! " Thorin raised a hand to silence his cousin, then brought it to his furrowed brow. The meeting continued to go around in circles, as it had the past few days, no side willing to budge on their demands and no concessions being made.

"I think it time we all took a break." Bard, ever the peacemaker, huffed.  He was already out of his chair and pouring himself another drink. Dain was all worked up and angling for a fight, which with guards and armies assembled would undoubtedly lead to another war leaving countless more dead.

"Amrâlimê, you have barely spoken work since talks began." Thorin turn to you stood next to his chair and kiss your hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to overstep the mark"

"I think we are well past that given the bickering that is occurring. If you would like I can have Dwalin go to back to the mountain, at least then one of us can have a reprieve."  he chuckled through a pain smile. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"No, it's okay." you smiled back. A flash of relief washed over Thorin's face. "Plus, I think I have an idea, but it is going to be umm well a bit insane, possibly a little dangerous, and it might make things a whole lot worse.  Do you trust me?" you whispered into his ear.

" Do I trust your judgement? Undoubtably! Your ability to keep yourself safe? Well, that is why we have a small army of guards overseeing the negotiations. If you think it will work, go at least put an end to this, then you have my blessing" Thorin whispered back.

"Excellent!" your hand reached up and caressed his face. As he turned his lips met yours. " if you'll excuse me, I just need to fetch something" you kissed him quickly then left.

"As I have said before, operations you are requesting at out of the question!" Thorin growled cutting Thranduil off. 

"Do you mind if I cut in?" you asked before Bard or Thranduil could begin again. Thorin smirked and ushered you forward. "My lords, I think it is important we address your request individually as our current approach is getting as nowhere. Lord Bard I hope you do not mind, but I will be addressing the elven king first.

"Very well" Bard seemed a bit taken aback for a moment that consented regardless.

"For my benefit could you please reiterate your demands Lord Thranduil?"

"The necklace made of jewels of Starlight, pay for my soldiers, and compensation for those lost defending the Mountain!" Thranduil snarled.

"and in exchange you will relinquish your claim on the Arkenstone?" Thranduil tilts his head in your direction, his smug way of agreeing. " brilliant!" you now turned your attention back to Thorin. " as part of my employment contract I am entitled to one fifthteenth of the treasure in Erebor, correct?

"Yes?" everyone was now looking in your direction, confusion plastered across their faces.

"Then I would like to claim this as part of my share" you gesture towards a very distinctive elvish box. " it was after all an item of treasure from within the mountain." Thorin leaned back in his chair, eager to see where you are going with this, while Thranduil’s expression flashes from shock to distain. Your attention now returns to the elven King. "It seems I am now the owner of this beautiful, jewelled necklace that you so desire and unfortunately for you I do not desire the Arkenstone nearly half as much as the dwarfs you were previously dealing with." Thranduil clenched his jaw, trying to keep his composure. He knew he had just lost the upper hand.  You knew the calmer you acted the more frustrated Thranduil would become. Afterall, the last time you had engaged the elven king have almost slit your throat trying to get information about the quest from Thorin and yourself. Now you all that scar with pride but still you held a grudge and would do anything to see that entitled elf brought down a peg or two. " Now from where I am standing, I do not see why you are entitled to anything you're requesting. See it was you who assembled your army against us. You were only caught up in the war because you marched on the mountain for selfish reasons!

"THOSE JEWELS BELONG TO THE ELVES!" Thranduil rose to his full height, likely as a means to intimidate you. However, though he was nearly twice, your size your rage was far greater. You would stand atop the table if you must, to show that Thranduil did not have the upper hand. 

"Those jewels belong to me! Regardless of who they belong to in the past after the dragon attacked, anything in that mountain belong to those brave enough to try and reclaim Erebor and since I am counted among those few these jewels on mine." a smirk crossed your face knowing that Thranduil was struggling to keep dignified. " now the deal on the table is these jewels for the Arkenstone."

"I cannot conduct such a trade. My men -----------” before he could even finish his sentence you cut Thranduil off.

"That is a pity. Oh well, I am sure this necklace will look lovely when I wear it to my wedding” you took the Jewels out of their box and drape them over your neck. " my love do you mind?" Wordlessly Thorin stood, brushed your hair to the side, fasten the necklace and placed a kiss with a gems of Starlight grazed your collarbone then sat back down. It seems he was enjoying how flustered Thranduil was becoming, and he did have to admit he did find it rather attractive when you took charge. “Thank you.” You once again switched your attention to another. “My Lord Dain, what do you think?”

“You look divine my lady.” This earned Dain a quick judging glance from Thorin, you were his one after all.

“Hmmmm I don't know, it doesn't sit quite right with my scar. “Your hand traced across the stones, feeling their position on your neck as you turned back to the elven king. “No, I think it would be better if we broke it apart for different jewellery. “

“YOU WILL NOT!” It seems that had caused Thranduil to finally snap. the tip of his sword was now firmly pressed against your throat. all had jumped into position. Dwarves, elves, and men all ready with swords drawn. worry exuded from Thorin however he trusted your calmness and held Dain back.

“Go ahead. Spill my blood all over your wife’s necklace. Did she die wearing it?” A single drop of blood landed on one of the sparkling stones. “Did her blood tarnish the jewels as mine now seems to?” You wiped the warm, sticky blood from the gems and tapped Thranduil’s sword to the side, which he lowered in shock. “Oh, did you not expect me to know the history and why you covet this piece of jewellery so much?“ No words were uttered, the entire tent was silent even Thranduil was speechless. “Now I repeat again, the Arkenstone for the necklace. Or I break it up piece by piece it's that simple.” You gave the elven king a sweet smile, but he said nothing “No? Okay. Thorin my dear, do you reckon it is possible to get one of these gems out with just a knife? or will I need a hammer? I want to do it personally you see.” You had already unclasped the necklace and held it firmly in your grasp.

“A knife should work on some of the smaller stones, aye” Concern had not left Thorin. At any point this could turn deadly. You are pressing buttons that even an orc dare not press. Still, he knew interrupting now would only lead to disaster.

“Great thank you.” You reached down to your boot and took a small knife from within, then placed the necklace on the table ready to take a stab at disassembling it.

“Wait!” Thranduil shouted drawing everyone's attention from you. “You have a deal!” He almost sounded defeated. Almost.

“I will give you this necklace and in exchange you and your army will leave this land. Agreed?”

“. . . . Agreed.“ Thranduil responded flatly.

“and the Arkenstone will be returned?”

“. . . . yes.” Bard and Thranduil exchanged a look but agreed nonetheless.

“Don't worry Bard, I still acknowledge your claim on the Arkenstone as well.” He gave you a slow nod of acknowledgement. “Then it's a deal!” Thranduil watched as you gently placed the necklace back into its box, then held out your hand to shake on the deal. Apparently, that was not how deals were usually ended in Middle Earth.

“Come, we should leave these accursed lands!” Thranduil took the box from the table and quickly turned on his heels, not even acknowledging the other Kings at the table.

“Oh! Thranduil” you called after the elven King. As he turned, you flung a single gold coin at him. “I'm feeling generous. Here, consider this a donation towards your troops.” He scowled and swiftly left, causing Dain to burst into bouts of uncontrolled laughter.

“Up yours! You gangly bugger!” Dane managed to pant out through laughter. Thorin looked at you full of love, pride, and bemusement. You moved across the room and sat on the table across from Bard. He looked vaguely terrified but concealed it well.

“Back in Laketown Thorin gave his word that the wealth of the mountain would be shared. Bilbo and I vouched for him.” Bard nodded, not entirely sure where you were going. Your calmness unnerving for all now. “If he does not keep his word it would reflect poorly on me. Now I cannot have that. You will receive enough gold to rebuild Dale and Laketown.” You quickly glanced at Thorin to ensure he wasn't already scowling. “Your people will be looked after through the winter and they will receive compensation for the dragon attack and the battle. Is this acceptable?”

“That is very generous my lady.” Thorin and Bard locked eyes. Thorin’s usual scowl had returned causing Bard to shift his attention back to you. You briefly returned Thorin’s scowl, letting him know this was happening whether he liked it or not.

“If the King doesn't keep up with payments please inform me. I will ensure everything is taken care of. I took the Liberty of bringing a chest so that you need not leave here empty handed.“ Bard gave you a quick bow and took the chest from one of the dwarven guards, leaving the Arkenstone behind on the table. Turning back to Thorin and Dain you could see they weren't nearly as happy as when Thranduil left.

“That was far more than I was willing to give, amrâlimê”

“When you failed to provide adequate compensation, you called my honour into question Thorin. Thorin looked slightly ashamed at your remark. “At least I earned you back the Arkenstone my love.” Since you weren't in a caring mood you took the opportunity to sit on your Kings lap.

“You were very impressive ghivâshelûh” Thorin tilted your chin up to inspect the wound on your neck. It was only minor. and required no further attention.

“Remind me not to get on the wrong side of the future Queen” Dain chuckled.

“You might have to remind me the same cousin.” Thorin smiled giving you a kiss.

  Translations

Amrâlimê – my love

Ghivâshelûh – my treasure of all treasures

[brobadil]

Thanks for the tag @sharedyourperilsthorin ! A lot of mine are just the names of the main characters so here they are with no elaboration

1. Ripley Curbello

2. The Chronicles of Hickory

3. The Dane of Erebor, 20-

4. The Forty Four Book Three: Splintered Stems

5. Museum Crew

6. Dustland Fairytale

7. Annette Romaldi

Non obligatory tags for @lordoftherazzles and @dragonofthenorth0726

WIP Ask Game

Thanks for the tag @karlyanalora !

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

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Star Wars

4 Year Old Elmer/Bernard

Elmer Meets Rakezzi Korsica

Edith’s Introduction

Edith Visit #2

Denrik Mission… Gone Wrong :0

Alaber gets SHOT

Uniquely Normal

Crazy Bad Batch Story

Adellia/Fidelio/Anne

Adrift

Rex Gets Angry At Ahsoka

A Weird Kind Of Normal

Interrogation

Cut/Suu/Baby

Eli/Kids

Girls Day Out

Jyn-Si Diary

LAIAGFFA (or, Link’s Adventures In A Galaxy Far, Far Away)

Lost In The Woods

Moon/Adrian

Pazoni Zuziono

Reagan’s Community 

Spark

Switch

The Football Thing

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Dream SMP

Technoblade Never Dies

Revivedbur Feels Rain

Temporary Family

Tommy Pushes Wilbur… OFF A CLIFF??? :0

Memories Of A Ghost

Tommy Stays With Injured Tubbo

Techno Misses Phil

Tommy’s Limbo

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Original

To The Stars And Back

The Color Of A Promise

A Series Of (totally, 100% true) Stories

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[brobadil]

There are so many short little scenes I want to write for y'all about Lorelai, Fili, Bilbo, Thorin, and everybody else but I have to wait because it'll spoil the whole story if I do it now

[brobadil]

The Dane of Erebor, Part Four

Title: The Dane of Erebor, Part Four

Summary: They grew up on tales of that mountain. It was home to their people, but it was never home to her. She was destined to become the hero of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain, she was destined to protect a home that was never hers. To Lorelai, home was never a place, it was always a person. Her home was always with him.

Pairing: Fili x OC (Lorelai)

Word Count: 2220

A/N: Edited September 13, 2021

Fili

I kept myself hidden behind the wall as I watched them walk away. Kili led Lorelai down the hall of the Blue Mountains and outside, just as I had asked him to. It was the only way to get Bofur and Bombur alone without making Lorelai suspicious.

Uncle Thorin had told me tales of Durin’s Folk courting traditions. Looking back on it, I think he knew this was coming and did his best to prepare me. All of his tales had been unprompted whenever Kili and I wanted to hear more about the dragon.

Half of it was the bead. I had heard of some beads that were over the top. They had fine gems inlaid within them, and carvings that could easily be found in the greatest halls of the greatest dwarven kingdoms. Some were made out of diamonds or gold, others silver and rubies. Some, perhaps the most important ones, had none of that.

I had worked an entire night and a day in the forges crafting that bead. My entire heart went into that bead, and it ended up being such a simple thing really. It was no bigger than the tip of my thumb, and it was made out of a shined iron. I had no glittering jewels nor mighty gold. All I had was a promise, written in runes across the entire bead. A promise that nothing, not even death, could get in between Lorelai and I.

The bead was simple, but I knew it was perfect. After all Lorelai and I had been through together, I knew it was perfect. She would care not for extravagant carvings or glittering jewels, what she would care about is the person behind it. All she would care about was the love that went into creating that bead and the promise that came with it.

Half of Durin’s Folk courting traditions was the bead, the other half was getting a blessing from the parents. Under other circumstances, I would go to Lorelai’s mother and father for their blessing, but there was nobody to go to. She had lost her parents just as I had lost my father, something which we had grieved together.

In this case, there were no blessings to get, but I was still going to tell her brothers. Bofur and Bombur were the closest family Lorelai had left, they would want to know. She would want me to tell them. Even if this wasn’t theirs to bless, I still wanted them to know.

I wasn’t searching for a blessing, but I was still nervous. My breath quaked as I sucked in, doing my best to put on an air of confidence. All I was doing was telling her brothers of my plan, and yet, I was so nervous my knees were one step away from knocking. I half expected myself to lose my courage and leave at the last second.

I found myself in front of the door before I even realized I was moving. Lorelai’s front door had become as familiar to me as my own, I saw it just as much. There had been many times that Kili and I arrived on her doorstep for another one of our mundane adventures. When it came to us, even going for a walk around the mountain was an adventure.

My swift knock echoed through the house. I could hear talking on the other side, though distantly. One voice got closer until the door swung open, “Fili, you just missed Lorelai.”

Bofur smiled whenever he saw me, and it was a smile he never dropped. I swallowed hard, “I came to see you and your brother.”

“See us? What for?”

“I’d like a word.”

Bofur looked concerned, but quickly shrugged it off. Stepping to the side, he said, “You’ll have to talk to us in the kitchen, Bombur’s making stew.”

“Of course.”

Bofur gave me a peculiar look before shrugging once again and making his way down the hall. I followed him, my stepps getting shorter and shorter the closer I came to the kitchen. By the time I made it, my feet had become lead and I was dragging them across the wooden floors.

“Fili, always a welcome sight,” Bombur glanced over his shoulder at me, “Not one I expected.”

Bofur grabbed his mallet to tenderize the meat laid out in front of him, “Says he wants to have a word with us.”

“About what?”

“About-” I hesitated, “About Lorelai.”

Bombur spun around, “Is something wrong with her? Is she sick?”

“Don’t be daft, Bombur,” Bofur hit him upside the head, “Don’t you think we’d know if she was sick?”

“She’s not sick,” I interrupted, raising my hands in order to reassure them, “Lorelai is fine.”

Bombur grinned, “That’s a relief.”

He turned back to his stew as Bofur continued to tenderize the meat. Through the bubbling broth and slamming of the mallet, my anxiety grew stronger. It felt like the noise itself was out to get me. I cleared my throat, “I wanted- I wanted to talk about Lorelai and me. About us.”

“What about you two?” Bofur didn’t even look at me.

For a moment, all my words left me. I fell silent as I tried to think of an answer to his question. There was much I could say, but very little words to say it with. There could be a million answers to that question but I only needed one.

“Lorelai is my best friend, but she’s-she’s more than that,” I paused, “When I think of the future, I think of us. Lorelai and me, growing old together. Having a family together. Going on adventures together. It took me a long time, but I realized I can’t imagine a future without her. Or I don’t want to imagine a future without her.”

All at once, Bofur and Bombur stopped what they were doing. They froze in place, staying still for just long enough to make sweat begin to pool at my brow. Slowly, they turned to look at each other as Bofur spoke, “What are you saying?”

His voice was much lower than it usually was, much more serious. Even his usual carefree look had turned into a stoic sort of sincerity. Staring straight at him was Bombur, boasting a look with more severity in it than I thought he could have. Neither of them looked at me for several seconds too long.

“What I’m saying is- Lorelai means more to me than I can express. We’ve gone through everything together, I know who she is and how she got there and she knows the same about me. I know Lorelai better than I know my own brother, and I trust her with all of my being,” I paused, looking at my hands, “It took me seventy-eight years, but now- I know. Lorelai she-she’s my One. I know she is. I can’t imagine life without her. I came to tell you about my plans to court your sister.”

The air became even colder in that second alone. The two brothers stared at each other before slowly turning to me. Bofur kept his mallet held tightly in his hand, raising it to his shoulder in a way that shouldn’t be intimidating but was. Even Bombur repeatedly slammed his wooden spoon into his hand. That was the first, and hopefully last, time in my life where I was scared of a wooden spoon.

“What was that, lad?” Bofur’s voice had dropped several octaves, “You’re telling us you’re going to court our sister?”

Bombur narrowed his eyes as I swallowed hard, “Ye-yes.”

“What about a blessing?” Bombur demanded.

“If I could, that is where I would be, not here.”

That may have been the wrong thing to say. They stared at me for several seconds too long, each one feeling more agitating than the last. My very skin began to crawl with spiders that weren’t there and I began to feel like I might explode if they didn’t say something soon. Bofur took a step forward, tightening both of his hands around his mallet, “There may be no parents to give their blessing, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get this past us. Nobody just tells us they’re going to court our little sister.”

“You have to prove you deserve her,” Bombur added, “If you two were to be married, what would you do for her?”

I didn’t even miss a beat, “I would love and cherish her to my dying day.”

“All of us know Lorelai, Son of Vili,” Bofur stated, “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

For a moment, I simply stared at the brothers. My mind went blank before it rapidly became filled again. The answer became crystal clear, coming straight from my heart, “I will be her biggest ally and her strongest supporter. Any battle we may face, we shall face it together, as equals in life and love. She will always be my best friend, and I promise to always be hers. To marry Lorelai will be to make her a promise- a promise that I will love her for eternity and always walk beside her through it all.”

Yet again, Bofur and Bombur simply stared at me. For several seconds, they stared, only stopping when they turned to face each other. Whenever they met eyes, Bofur was the first to snort as Bombur broke out in full belly-laughter.

“Oh, the look on your face,” Bofur slapped the counter as he laughed.

I blinked rapidly, “Wha-what?”

“Relax, Fili, take a breath, it was just a joke.”

“A-a joke?”

“Of course it was,” Bombur went back to stirring his stew, “You didn’t really think we’d be that cruel, did you?”

“I was beginning to wonder.”

“We’ve been waiting years for this!” Bofur clapped my shoulder.

“You have?”

It felt like I had more questions than answers. The two brothers laughed heartily as I simply sat there, completely dumbfounded. Bofur squeezed my shoulder and smiled, “Lad, we’ve known you two have been smitten with each other since you were kids.”

“We even took bets,” Bombur added, “Kili owes me a sack of coins.”

“Not you too!”

Both of them laughed even harder. I ran a hand down my face and tried to groan, but my smile betrayed me. The pure relief I felt was unparalleled.

“It’s not our place to give our blessing, but, if it was, you would have it,” Bofur smiled, “Couldn’t think of anyone better for Lorelai.”

Bombur chuckled, “Or anyone better for Fili.”

“Got me there, brother.”

All of the anxiety I had just moments before was gone, replaced with pure joy. My entire body relaxed as a genuine smile spread across my face. I could have easily fallen with how relaxed my body became.

“Have you thought about how you’re going to do it?” Bombur asked curiously.

I nodded, “Two nights from now, I’m going to host a dinner party at my mother’s house. All of our closest friends and family will be there to celebrate with us.”

“You’re going to ask her in front of everybody?”

“No- no, not in front of everybody,” I shook my head, “I do not wish to put that kind of pressure on her. The moment I ask her is ours and ours alone. I’ll take her out onto the ramparts and ask her beneath the stars she loves so much.”

“And then everyone you and her care about will be there to celebrate with you,” Bofur completed my thought, “I think it’s a brilliant plan, lad.”

“She will want to celebrate with those she holds dear- as will I. This way, everybody will be right there as soon as I give her the bead.”

Bombur grinned, “Well, let’s see it.”

“See what?”

“The bead! You’re courting our little sister, we’d at least like to see what you’re working with.”

“We need to judge if it's up to our standards,” Bofur joked.

He gave a hearty laugh as I dug the bead out of my inner coat pocket. I held it up, pinching it delicately between my fingers. Both Bofur and Bombur abandoned their posts to inspect it closely. They leaned in as Bofur whistled, “Oh, that’s a beauty, a fine piece of craftsmanship.”

“I worked a night and a day on this,” I rolled the bead between my fingers, “It comes with a promise, a promise that nothing can get in between us.”

Bombur was smiling at me warmly whenever I looked up. Gently, he reached forward and clasped my shoulder, “Welcome to the family.”

“She hasn’t said yes yet, Bombur.”

“Trust us, Fili, we know Lorelai,” Bofur winked, “We don’t have to worry about that, I’d say.”

The three of us sat in silence for a moment, all of our smiles were unparalleled. Mine was, perhaps, the brightest of them all. As I sat there, holding that bead, I knew I had finally done it.

I had found my One. She was under my nose the entire time, but now, now I was finally seeing her. It felt right, calling Lorelai my One, just like saying my own name. She had always been there, she had always been my One, it just took a starry night on the ramparts for me to finally realize.

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The Dane of Erebor, Part Three

Title: The Dane of Erebor, Part Three

Summary: They grew up on tales of that mountain. It was home to their people, but it was never home to her. She was destined to become the hero of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain, she was destined to protect a home that was never hers. To Lorelai, home was never a place, it was always a person. Her home was always with him.

Pairing: Fili x OC (Lorelai)

Word Count: 2331

A/N: Edited September 13, 2021

Lorelai

There weren’t many things I treasured in this world. My mother’s necklace, my father’s ring, and the knife. I kept them all in the chest on my writing desk, my own little treasure chest.

I never cared much for items. To me, it was the love of others and the experience of the world that meant something. I didn’t want to go to the grave with halls filled with gold. When I went to stand with Mahal, I wanted to go with stories to tell and memories I would treasure forever. I wanted someone to be waiting for me, or to wait for someone. That is what would matter, not the objects I had acquired in life.

Yet, there was one thing I would treasure to my dying day. On the very bottom of the chest was a knife. It wasn’t much of a knife, the tip had shattered the first day I had gotten it, leaving it blunt and useless. The blade was dull and wiggled too much in the handle to be of any use. I got splinters everytime I picked it up, but I didn’t care.

That knife meant more to me than all my treasures combined. It was a token of friendship, one that would last far beyond either of our journeys to the halls of Mahal. That knife symbolized all I held dear to my heart.

I still remember when Fili gave me that knife. He was covered in soot and sweat from the forges, he didn’t even bother to stop at home to wash off. He was much too excited. I opened the door to see a face full of blackened soot but brighter than all the stars in the universe. He could barely contain his excitement as he thrust the knife into my hands. It was the first thing he had ever made himself, and his first thought was to give it to me.

When he first gave it to me, my heart flew up to the sky and I wasn’t entirely certain what to do with myself. All I knew to do was drag him into the tightest hug I could come up with. To this day, everytime I hold that knife, a surge of warmth flows through me.

Perhaps I did hope, a long time ago, him giving me that knife meant something more. He called it a token of friendship, but I had hoped there might’ve been a deeper meaning. Fili was my best friend, my closest ally, I would do anything for him and I knew he would do the same for me. Later on, I would look back at the day he gave me that knife, and I would wonder how we never saw it before.

I treasured that knife and I knew I always would. It was special to me in more ways than one, perhaps for the same reason the scar going up my forearm was special. It wasn’t so much the object itself, but who was behind it. I looked at that knife and I could see Fili’s smiling face reflected in the darkened blade. Whenever my hand tightened around the hilt, for a moment, just a moment, I could imagine his hand squeezing mine right back.

“Admiring that knife again, eh?”

The voice startled me so much, I nearly threw the knife at their head. As it is, I tossed it up and had to play a precarious game of hacky-sack to avoid getting stabbed by the blade and still keep it from hitting the ground. When I finally caught it, I pulled it to my chest and spun on the intruder, “Bofur, what did I say about knocking?!”

“I did knock,” he leaned on the door and shrugged, “You just didn’t hear me.”

I shot my brother a look of pure annoyance as he chuckled. Bofur was the oldest of the three of us, but you would never know it. He was as immature as they come, something which he swore added to his charm. More often than not, he was cracking an ill-placed joke or laughing at something serious.

There was more to Bofur than meets the eye, though I would never tell him so. He was one of the most positive dwarves I had ever met. It was the exact positivity that got me through the death of my parents, and both Bombur and me through the death of theirs. It seemed like, no matter what was happening, apocalypse or daily turmoil, Bofur was always smiling. He was almost annoyingly optimistic about anything and everything.

Yet, he knew when to be serious. He knew when to drop the childish humor and be the grown dwarf the moment needed. It always bewildered me to see him change his personality in the blink of an eye. One moment, he was laughing and making stupid jokes, the next, his voice became monotone as he guided everyone in doing exactly what we needed to do.

“Why are you in my room, Bofur?” I dropped the knife back in my treasure chest.

Bofur pulled out his pipe as he shrugged, “I came to see if your eyes fell out yet.”

“What? Why would my eyes fall out?”

“From reading all the time.”

I crossed my arms and huffed. I did my best to hide the fact that my eyes were having trouble focusing after reading all day. My thoughts came in all eleven languages I had been studying, each one making less sense than the last. Through my aching back, tired eyes, and jumbled mind, I scowled at my brother, “Now I know you don’t know much about reading, but your eyes don’t usually fall out.”

“Oh, she’s got her claws out,” Bofur laughed, “All this reading’s making you cranky.”

“I wouldn’t be cranky if you weren’t annoying.”

“I wouldn’t be annoying if you weren’t cranky.”

“This is why I’m the brains of this family,” I muttered under my breath.

Bofur scratched under his hat with his pipe, “I thought that was Bombur.”

“Close second.”

“And where does that leave me?”

“At the bottom of the barrel, I’m afraid.”

Bofur hesitated for just a moment. I grinned at him, daring him to pester on. After a single puff of his pipe, he said in total monotone, “You’re adopted.”

“Mahal, Bofur, you can’t use that excuse every time you lose an argument!” I flung my arms into the air in exasperation as Bofur cackled, “It’s not some big secret, it happened when I was ten!”

Bofur could barely speak through his laughter. I drug both of my hands down my face, muttering all the while about stupid brothers and even stupider jokes. Our little bickering session was interrupted by Bombur’s voice echoing down the hall, “Will you two stop bickering and help me?”

“Right, almost forgot,” Bofur stood upright, “Bombur’s making stew and needs someone to cut the vegetables and tenderize the meat.”

“See, you could have just said that,” I rolled my eyes.

“Takes all the fun out of it.”

Bofur waited in the hall as I blew out the candle on my desk. We smiled at each other as we began to walk side-by-side down the halls of our home.

We never had use of a large home. Other dwarves, from the Blue Mountains and Erebor alike, had big houses carved into the sides of the mountain. Some had big families, others didn’t, but their houses were all the same.

The house we lived in was passed down to Bofur and Bombur from their Mother and Father. Once, the house was full, but it had slowly gotten emptier and emptier. It was only ever just the three of us; Bofur, Bombur, and me. As the house got emptier, it also got bigger. We all got our own rooms and still had the sitting room. Compared to other houses in The Blue Mountains, it was nothing. Just a few empty rooms and emptier halls.

The house was small, but it was warm. Many of the larger houses felt lonely to me. All that space, and what do they fill it with? Empty halls, empty spaces, and empty hearts. Even when my brothers were on the opposite side of the house, I could still feel them, I could still feel the warmth of family.

Bombur was stirring the broth in the kitchen when we arrived. He spun around, giving us the same huge smile he always had accompanied with the joyous laughter. Everytime Bombur laughed, the rest of the room couldn’t help but join, “About time.”

“Blame Bofur,” I moved to the counter where a cutting board and carrots waited for me, “He’s the one who wouldn’t stop talking.”

Bofur moved to tenderize the mutton, “She kept talking back.”

Bombur laughed yet again, making both Bofur and I follow suit. Of the three of us, Bombur was the most tender-hearted. He felt for every slug, bug, snake, and dwarf in all of Middle Earth. More than once, I had seen him cry at the sight of a baby animal, even if it was something as simple as a bug.

He was often the voice of reason whenever Bofur and I fell short, he was also the one to break up our fights. Bombur was not very confrontational, and thus was never in the fights himself. He wouldn’t know how to bicker if he tried, his love language was verbal affirmations. If he loved someone, he told them, whereas Bofur and I endlessly teased them. We learned early on not to tease Bombur, or else he’d take it to heart and wouldn’t stop crying for days.

“Bombur, your stew is my favorite thing in the world,” I took a deep exhale of the warming stew.

Bombur continued to stir as I poured in the chopped carrots. He smiled at me, “I wouldn’t make it if you didn’t love it so much.”

“You are too nice, truly.”

“It’s not like she deserves it,” Bofur added the meat.

“Bofur, do you want to be added to the stew next?”

Bombur frowned, “It’d ruin the flavor.”

He couldn’t quite understand why Bofur and I both broke out into laughter. He glanced between us with knitted eyebrows. Bofur patted his shoulder as I tried to stifle my giggles.

Our time was interrupted by a rough knock on the door. Bofur set his knife down on the counter before turning around, “I’ve got it.”

“If it’s Gius, tell her it doesn’t matter how many times she asks, she’s not getting the recipe,” Bombur called out after him, earning a laugh.

Our nosy neighbor always managed to knock on our door everytime Bombur made the stew. She was determined to get that recipe, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer, no matter how many times we told her so. I already knew it was here before Bofur even opened the door.

“Lore!” Bofur’s voice came around the corner, “It’s for you!”

I lifted an eyebrow, abandoning my knife on the counter. Knocking the dust off my hands, I rounded the corner and came face to face with our visitor.

Kili stood on our welcome mat with a grin wide enough to expose all of his teeth. He had his bow in his hand and his quiver overloaded with arrows. As soon as I rounded the corner, he looked away from Bofur and met eyes with me, his smile growing even wider. I tilted my head, “Kili? I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“It’s more fun to surprise you,” he winked, earning a chuckle from me, “Care for some target practice?”

He held up his bow hopefully. Target practice was one of our favorite pastimes. We had set up a target on top of the mountain, and we had to replace it many times from our constant games. Between his arrows and my axes, that target didn’t stand a chance.

“It’s almost dinnertime, Kee,” I responded.

Kili waved me off, “We’ll be back in no time. Come on, Lore, just one round?”

He did his best to pout, though it never worked on me. I crossed my arms and smiled. Bombur’s stew always took a few to simmer, he swore the longer it sat the jucier it was. Placing my fists in my hips, I said, “Alright, let me get my axes.”

Kili cheered as I bolted off to my room. I could hear Bofur asking to come, and Kili politely turning him down. At the time, it didn’t seem odd to me that he would turn my brother down. Kili loved to show off his target skills and he loved an audience.

My axes were waiting in the rucksack by my bed. My uncle had made me those axes when I was finally big enough to handle a weapon. He was the one who taught me how to use him, and it was because of him that I had beaten Kili in so many of our games. I quickly flung the sack over my shoulder and hurried to meet Kili at the door.

I waved goodbye to Bofur as we began to make our way through the halls. The shutting door echoed behind us, but we were already halfway towards the door leading outside of the mountain. I had the odd feeling that someone was watching us, but the halls were completely empty.

“Is Fili coming, Kee?” I glanced at my friend as we began to climb up the stairs carved into the side of the mountain.

For a moment, just a moment, Kili gave me a knowing look but quickly hid it with a cough. I lifted my eyebrow as he offered the most halfhearted answer he could come up with, “Oh, not today, he’s busy in the forges with Uncle Thorin.”

“Hm, alright,” I knit my eyebrows together, doing my best to hide my suspicions.

“He’ll catch up with us later, just in time to watch me win.”

“Unlikely.”

“It’s on!”

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She's beautiful! Lorelai done by @pikkunilkki

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@pikkunilkki did a character sketch of Lorelai and it's everything

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I can't draw so here's a collection of picrews I made of Lorelai. Some of them didn't have beard options so imagine a beard worthy of a dwarrow girl.

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If you've been reading The Dane of Erebor, this is for you. I'm sorry for the significant lack of updates recently. I haven't really been as engaged in The Hobbit fandom as much as I once was. Life sort of got in the way.

The Dane of Erebor chapters are either not being read or not being engaged with here. This was my first time posting on Tumblr and it's not worth the effort. I'm going to post all the remaining prewritten chapters on A03, link to the story here.

Thank you to all who read The Dane of Erebor.

Tag list: @pikkunilkki

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Hello all, the Dane of Erebor update tonight is gonna be later than expected. I went Christmas shopping and didn't get home in time. But it's on the way!

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I thought of something for The Dane of Erebor and I want to SHARE IT WITH YOU but I CAN'T cause it's SPOILERS even though I'm pretty sure everyone knows how it's gonna end

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Well, I was unaware that I had messed up the posting schedule making two chapters of The Dane of Erebor post today. I don't know how I did that but it's already done so surprise! Two chapters today! Happy- uhm- Tuesday I guess!

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If you like my writing or just like the Dane of Erebor, you can get to my Ao3 here. All uploaded chapters of The Dane of Erebor are there as well as three other fanfictions I have written and posted.

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I am enjoying ‘dane of erebor’ like a lot lot so i have to ask if you have a taglist for it? It very much seems like you’re doing the whole plot and I’d love love love to be the first one to know when it updates since I live all the way in Europe. If not thats fine. (Also not to be that bitch but i have no one irl to talk about hobbit/lotr so if youd like someone to draw Lorelai hit me up lmao)

Hello! First of all I want you to know how much this ask meant to me. I'm going to be smiling all day thank you.

I currently do not have a taglist so, congratulations, you're the first! I'll be sure to tag you at the bottom of each update.

Thank you so much for reading it and I'm so thrilled you enjoy it! There's still a lot of updates to go, I'm notorious for writing long fics :)

I would love you drawing Lorelai so much! Also my dms are always open if you want to talk about LOTR/The Hobbit or the story or anything else.

Thank you!