#thorin x reader lemon

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Hey its me who asked for your The Unexpected Guest, and it was brilliant! I love the idea of part 2 it makes more sense!

I loved your idea of once they get to Rivendell Thorins and readers feelings are explored and some spicy stuff happens

Thank you, and love your work!☺️x

(I'm really glad you enjoyed it! I'm really sorry for the wait for part 2 - uni work, work work and writer's block are not a great combo and I didn't want to rush this (this part also got WAY longer than I thought it would), plus I've made some minor edits to part 1 since I wasn't totally happy with it - been a hot minute since I wrote smut so I hope this is ok :D thank you all for being so patient and I hope you enjoy!!)

(link for part 1 - warning for NSFW content below, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it))

ghivashel - treasure of all treasures, amralime - my love

An Unexpected Guest pt.2 (Thorin x AFAB!fem!human!reader)

The journey to Rivendell was taxing on all of you, though you couldn't help but feel most sorry for Bilbo. The hobbit was so new to adventuring - you doubted he had ever been out of the Shire before now - and you had decided to support him wherever you could as a helping hand. Just helping him set up camp, saddling his pony in the morning, offering him water, little gestures seemed to make a difference in his demeanor.

Spending time with the hobbit to keep his morale up, especially after the troll attack, did mean that it was getting harder to find a spare moment with Thorin. The two of you had spoken much more frequently since his confession, and you wished for more time, but the whole group was in poor spirits as it was. While they were all happy for you, public displays of affection were just likely to irritate everyone further. And Thorin's burden of leadership would likely not be eased while you were still on the road. For the moment, all you could do was keep moving and offer comfort to whoever needed it.

Needless to say, arriving at Rivendell was a weight off your shoulders. Even if the dwarves tried to pick a fight with Elrond.

You had all taken your time to settle in and relax, having taken full advantage of the elves' hospitality (and you were forever grateful for being able to feel clean after the long journey). When the group of you were provided with dinner and the inevitable food fight broke out, you were happy to see how everyone's spirits had been lifted. However, you couldn't help but notice your One stood to the side. There was a content smile on his face, but you could easily see the tension that still bristled through him.

You soon found him after everybody had retreated to their rooms for the night. It was hard not to hear him - the pacing in his room seemed to echo through the hallway, if only slightly. Raising your hand, you softly knocked at the door, hoping that he wouldn't be too stubborn to talk to you.

"Come in."

Even his tone of voice betrayed his stress. He visibly relaxed when you entered the room though, shutting the door behind you, and you felt glad to at least be some comfort.

You smiled in greeting, and spoke softly. "Will you tell me what's going on with you?"

"I assure you, I am fine. Do not trouble yourself."

You closed the distance between you hesitantly, giving him the chance to back away, and took his hands. "Please, Thorin. I can see something is troubling you."

"I am just... concerned. About the future of this quest, about everyone's safety." You saw a struggle in his mind of not wanting to be vulnerable, but he seemed to give in, and sighed in defeat. "I fear that people are going to be hurt because of me."

"Oh, my love..." you breathed, pressing your forehead to his. "You are the best leader any of us could ask for, and I promise you that you will not be the cause of any hurt."

He gently pulled back and looked into your eyes. "You truly believe that?"

"Of course I do. Those in this company are strong and intelligent. Perhaps with the exception of your nephews," you chuckled, and Thorin couldn't help but smile. "They are all capable of making their own decisions. They knew the risks of coming along, but they have all chosen to join anyway because they saw a courageous dwarf that they wanted to follow."

"I only want to do right by my people."

"And you will. We all have faith in you."

He pressed his forehead to yours again. "You're far too good to me, ghivashel," he murmured.

"All I want is for you to be happy, my love."

And with that, you tilted your head up and kissed him, your fingers tracing his cheekbones as you pulled him closer. It wasn't rushed and clumsy, as it was when Thorin first confessed, but slow and loving, every movement of your lips against his a confession of love in itself. His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you flush against him, trying to feel as much of you as possible.

When you separated to take a breath, meeting his lust-filled gaze was all the encouragement you needed.

"I wonder if there's any way I could relieve some of your stress..." Your tone was playful as you slid your hands achingly slowly down Thorin's chest, and you heard him inhale as you stopped just at his hips.

"Amralime, are you sure? If we start I will not want to hold back."

"I trust you, Thorin." You smiled and nodded towards the double bed. "And we may as well take advantage of the luxury while we have it."

He smirked. "I'm beginning to think you came here just to bed me."

"Hey, I would never-"

Your sarcastic reply was cut off by him kissing you again, with a desperation you hadn't seen from him before. Maybe you had awakened something long kept under control, but any coherent thought of that was soon lost when he shrugged the furs off his shoulders and his fingers found the hem of your shirt.

Soon becoming restless feeling him trace the curves of your waist, you broke away from the kiss just long enough to tug your shirt off. Thorin did the same, and after some hurried fumbling between more stolen kisses, you were both undressed. His hands never left your body as he backed you up towards the bed.

"You are so beautiful, ghivashel..." he murmured, lips trailing along your jawline and down your neck. It was so easy to get lost in the sensation, but when he tried to sit you down on the bed, you stopped him.

"Tonight is about you, my love." You turned the two of you around and gently pushed him back to sit down, taking the time to admire his toned body as you knelt in front of him.

Thorin's eyes were wide with surprise and he almost looked as if he wanted to protest, but the twitch of his already hard cock gave him away.

"You... you don't have to-"

"I want to." His breath hitched when your lips traced his thigh, and you smiled. "Relax, my king..."

Any further protest was soon lost when you leaned forward and licked a long stripe up his length, wrenching a gasp from his lips. Your movements were slow, mapping out every inch of him with kitten licks until he was writhing impatiently before you, until you were done teasing and sucked his tip into your mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of breathy groans and muttered Khuzdul that you could barely focus on as you continued. Thorin twisted his fingers into your hair when you began taking him inch by inch into your mouth - his grip was firm, but never controlling - and when you started bobbing your head he was certain that he must've been dreaming.

Looking up at him and pressing your thighs together to suppress your own arousal, you watched his head tilt back in ecstasy every time you pressed your tongue flat against his tip when you rose. The sounds he made were so beautiful that it was becoming more and more difficult to control yourself. Fortunately, it seemed you wouldn't need to for much longer. You felt the tension in his body increase with every bob of your head, every swipe of your tongue, and as your movements grew faster you wrapped your hand around the base to stroke what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Yet, when you next looked up at him, he gently pushed you away, denying himself climax.

"Is everything alright, my love?"

He leant down for a brief kiss, still breathing heavily, and nodded. "That was... incredible." He took your hands and guided you to stand, then pulled you closer to straddle his lap.

"Then-" You inhaled sharply feeling his lips and teeth over your throat. "Then why didn't you let me finish?"

Thorin didn't answer for a moment, too busy creating a cluster of pink marks along your neck. When he was satisfied with his work, he tugged your hips down to press his hard length against you.

"Because I want to finish inside you, amralime."

You simply nodded, feeling too flustered and on edge to offer any sort of response beyond a whispered, "Please..."

Thorin stood up holding you, his lips continuing their assault on your neck, and carefully laid you down in the center of the bed. He slotted himself between your legs and wasted no time in moving to prepare you. Pausing to receive a nod of consent, he slid one thick finger into you, and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He soon added a second when you began rocking your hips against his hand impatiently, begging for more.

"Patience," he chuckled. "I do not want to hurt you."

"I don't care." You moaned breathlessly with every curl of his fingers. It felt like so much already, but still not enough. "I need you now, Thorin."

"Who would I be to deny my queen?"

He withdrew his fingers and you immediately pulled him forward to kiss you, a soft gasp being pulled from you when he ground his hips against you, ever so lightly pressing against your clit. Holding himself up over you with one hand, he used the other to guide his tip to your entrance and, swallowing your cries in the kiss, he slowly pushed into you.

His hand found yours and your fingers intertwined while he waited for any signs of your discomfort to fade. It was an uncomfortable stretch to fit his thick cock, but it soon became a welcome sensation, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to urge him on.

He moved carefully at first, until your cries of pain became cries of pleasure, and soon his hips snapped back against you much more firmly. Each thrust hit so deep inside of you, filling you up so perfectly, and his fingers gripped your hips almost tight enough to bruise. You clutched onto him tightly, trying to stay grounded amongst the sensations. One hand was buried in his hair, keeping his forehead pressed against yours, the other was digging into his back, leaving scratches that you were sure would last a few days at least. Though it didn't seem to bother him - every time you dug your nails into his back, it seemed to be encouragement, and he relentlessly kept up his pace. It was firm and deep, but never rough, though part of you wondered how hard he would go if you asked.

With each thrust, you bucked your hips to meet him, trying to get more friction to ignite the coil of heat growing in your core. Thorin's moans soon grew louder, despite him trying to remain as quiet as he could, and when his rhythm grew unsteady his fingers slipped down to circle your clit as his teeth latched onto your neck again.

"Ghivashel..." he murmured, his voice strained. "I'm so close..."

Your mind was spinning with pleasure, and you felt yourself reaching your peak as well. "I am too..." you panted.

His hips shifted just enough to hit a spot inside you to make you see stars, and along with the attention on your clit and your neck, it was enough to push you over the edge. Your grip on him tightened as the coil snapped and heat spread through your body, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your cry of pleasure.

It seemed to last forever, and in your pleasure-filled haziness you registered Thorin also growing tense, and you heard his deep groan as he reached his climax and came inside of you. He felt so perfect, and you both stayed clinging onto each other, lost for breath, until you both came to.

Still catching his breath, he kissed your forehead and pulled out to lie next to you, and you couldn't help but whimper at the sudden emptiness.

He lay on his side, facing you, and brought your hand up to his lips. "You are so wonderful, amralime."

You smiled softly and shuffled closer, putting an arm over his waist and tucking your head under his. "So are you, my king."

You glanced back at the door to the room and chuckled.

"What is it?"

"Maybe we should lock the door next time."

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Insatiable - Dwalin X Reader X Thorin | Smut

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

Word Count: 1,976

Date Posted: 05.28.2023

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

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

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

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

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

“Different, how?”

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

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

“You know I don’t feel for Thorin.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You may cum for your King.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy Birthday, Amralimé”

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Dexterity - Part Three

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Rating: Explicit, NC-17, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,600

Warnings: Warnings for self-doubt, intense conversations, a heavy makeout session, fingering, unprotected piv sex.

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When you were safely inside your shared quarters, Thorin carefully asked, “Would you like something to eat?”

“Absolutely,” you confirmed, though your stomach was tight with nerves. “I'll change out of these robes.”

You were still wearing your royal finery, thick robes that protected against Erebor’s perpetual chill without being too confining, but they were still too formal for an intimate dinner, no matter how comfortable you were wearing them. 

It didn’t take long for you to dress in more casual clothing and return to the dining area of your quarters. When you got there, you found that Thorin had placed his chair in its typical place beside yours instead of keeping the customary arrangement that would leave you on opposite ends of the long table. You both wanted the closeness, and that made you feel better.

Thorin was standing uncomfortably beside your chair, and he held it in place as you sat. When he took his own seat, you both loaded your plates in silence. That silence stretched until your plates were noticeably emptier.

“Are you upset with me?” Thorin asked gravely. 

“No, of course not!” you assured him. “Are you upset with me?”

“On the contrary,” he told you, a hint of a smile playing around his mouth. “I have not seen Dwalin so discomfited in almost two hundred years. I should thank you for keeping him on guard.”

You laughed at that, and felt the tension in the room lower another few degrees. 

“If you are not upset, why did you run from me?” Thorin’s voice was soft but sincere as he asked the question. 

You sighed, scrubbing at your forehead. “I wasn’t running from you, Thorin. I was just… momentarily overwhelmed.”

“By Thranduil?” His face darkened. “He must be here for the trade negotiations to proceed, but he will leave the moment they have concluded. If necessary, I can complete the remainder of them myself. You need never be in his presence again.”

Judging from the conciliatory tone of his voice and the way his fingers caressed the back of your hand, Thorin believed all your problems were solved. You flipped your hand over beneath his, lacing your fingers together. With a fortifying breath, you said, “Thorin, you were talking about children earlier with Thranduil.”

Thorin froze. Carefully, he said, “Yes, I mentioned them. I believe we have discussed that we would like to start a family someday.”

You nodded, the motion jerking and uncomfortable. “Is there a timeline I’m not aware of?”

He shook his head, the gentle waves of his still-drying hair brushing the fabric of his tunic. “None at all. Why do you ask?”

“I-” you started, then paused, settling back in your chair as you tried to find the right words. “Being queen is more difficult than I had imagined. I constantly worry that I am forgetting something important, or missing a tradition I hadn’t considered.”

“You have done well,” Thorin objected, watching you with a proud half-smile on his lips. “I could not have hoped for a better queen to rule by my side.”

“I appreciate that,” you told him honestly, “but I think you forget that I am an outsider in your culture. I am human, no matter how I’ve come to appreciate dwarves... Well, one dwarf in particular.”

Your joke made Thorin’s smile reappear, but his eyes were solemn and earnest as he told you, “I know you are a stranger to some of our ways, but do you truly believe that I would not tell you if you were making a misstep? Besides, I happen to believe that your ignorance of our traditions allots you a valuable perspective. The freedom to question the things we take for granted is one I hope you never lose, and something I hope you will pass along to our children someday.”

When he phrased it that way, all you could do was nod and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. “So… So you are not bothered that we have been married nearly a full year and have no children?”

“Not in the slightest,” he said firmly. You relaxed, but your tension returned quickly when he fixed you with a stern look. “I am bothered that you believed you would disappoint me if you brought this matter to my attention. My love, you can speak to me about anything and everything. I want you to do so.”

“I know, Thorin,” you agreed. “However, this situation seemed like it could be painful to discuss. The last thing I want to do is cause you hurt.”

“You are my wife,” Thorin emphasized. “Painful conversations hold a place of equal importance with joyful ones or those that bring sadness. In marrying you, I agreed that I would take part in everything you experience. I want to discuss things that make us happy or sad or hurt. Especially when they are topics which concern our shared life.”

“I understand, Thorin, and I’m sorry.” Making eye contact with your husband was difficult then. You were feeling particularly humbled by the reminder of how deeply he loved you. He was a fine husband, loving and patient. Those very traits were why you had fallen for him at first, and why you agreed to something so serious as marriage. “Thank you.”

“Do not thank me,” he refused instantly, wearing a deep frown. “It is wholly unnecessary.”

“I disagree,” you countered, rising from your chair and stepping over to his instead. It was only when you perched in his lap that the concern on Thorin’s face smoothed into an expression of interest. “Though perhaps I could find more… tactile ways of showing my appreciation.”

Thorin let out a noise that sounded remarkably like a growl, steadying you with the firm hold of his hands around your waist. That little growl turned to a groan as you drew him in for a kiss.

He would never grow accustomed to your softness. 

Dwarves and humans were - simply put - built differently, in both form and temperament. Dwarves were strong beyond what their compact physiques would indicate. Their bodies were covered with a layer of fat to protect the muscles necessary to hold that strength, then topped with a generous dusting of hair besides. 

There were infinite variations among the bodies of dwarves, but there was no disagreement that they were not the same as humans.

Humans seemed gangly to dwarves, most of them too tall for comfort. Their long, thin limbs could only hold so much strength. The layer of fat was not present in all of them, and their hair was much more sparse on their bodies. There was more variation among humans, but many lacked the engineering brilliance and cleverness of nimble fingers found in dwarves. In short, humans were generally seen as people who were unfortunate in that they were so close in form to dwarves without quite managing to achieve dwarfdom. 

(Humans were, of course, seen as vastly superior to the elves, who were - for various reasons - seen as irredeemably different.)

As a young dwarf, Thorin never would have considered the possibility of binding himself eternally to a human. Cultural differences were one concern, especially after he had been forced to live among humans for as long as he had. Admittedly, though, the physical differences between the species were something he would have thought impossible to overlook. 

Yet, as his hands traveled over your body, he could find no flaw in you. Your skin was the perfect texture under the roughness of his fingertips, your limbs the perfect length. The plushness of a cushioning layer beneath your skin was utterly bewitching and you were strong enough to hold him close, which was the only strength Thorin cared about at the moment. 

And as for the cleverness of your fingers… If they were any more skilled, Thorin feared he would allow Erebor to fall to ruin before he could be convinced to leave your bedchambers. 

Your lips were parted against his, brushing rhythmically as the wet fire of your tongue explored his mouth. 

As the king of Erebor, there were few moments in which Thorin was not rushing about, trying to bring order to a people who were attempting to rebuild one of their oldest societies. This was one such moment. He was at peace. If this could stretch out into infinity, Thorin would be a happy king. 

Unfortunately, the pleasurable activities were drawing needs to the surface. Soon, Thorin found himself uncomfortably hard, the sensitive length of him pressed against the heat of your thigh. The strength it was taking not to rut against you was growing so great that it threatened to outweigh the drunkenness brought on by your kiss.

With a reluctant groan, Thorin broke away from your lips. You blinked at him, hair mussed and mouth shining. That alone almost made Thorin toss his scruples into the fireplace and continue as you had been. But that would be unfair to you, and he was determined to remind you that he was a trustworthy partner. 

“I am sorry,” he said, stifling a wince at how gruff his voice sounded. “We must stop if we do not wish to end up in an uncomfortable position.”

You gave a mischievous smile, wiggling your hips in a way that nearly succeeded in making him gasp. “It feels as though one of us is already in an uncomfortable position. Do you not wish to continue this? Or perhaps move to a more convenient location?”

“I-” It was not often Thorin was robbed of words, but this was one such event. “I believed, given the topic of our conversation this evening, that you would not wish to lay together.”

You paused. “I do not wish to try for children tonight, but that doesn’t mean we cannot be together. We have managed exactly that for the past year with no consequences.”

“I would not want you to feel as though I am attempting to trick you into bed-” Thorin started, though he was interrupted by a loud laugh from you. 

“Historically, I have been the more likely one to trick the other into bed,” you pointed out, smiling once more. “If you are not interested, though, I will not insist. The offer still- oh!”

This time, Thorin interrupted you, scooping you into his arms and taking purposeful strides toward your bedchamber. You squealed with laughter - a sound he hoped to tease from you for a different reason shortly - and chided him, insisting that you were too heavy to be carried. Thorin shook his head and smiled. You were forever underestimating the strength of dwarves. 

When he deposited you, it was gently and slowly enough to show off that his strength allowed him to do so. Thorin was bare in only moments - a direct benefit of wearing comfortable clothing. You had half-removed your own comfortable clothing by that point, but Thorin stripped everything else before you could finish the task. He was feeling suddenly impatient. 

You were giggling at his eagerness when he kissed you once more, then gave a low moan as he buried his hand between your thighs. 

This was another sensation Thorin would never grow weary of. You were soft under his fingertips here as well, but also impossibly slick and hot. After a year of marriage - and some secret time before that - of sharing your bed, Thorin could play you to a fervor with ease. 

His fingers pressed deep into your channel, plunging the honey from your depths as well as stretching your tightness to better accommodate him later. At the same time, his thumb drew circles around the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You had assured him that the stretch of his fingers in you was pleasant, but could also be a bit uncomfortable. He had made a point of easing that discomfort every time since. 

When he could hear the sounds of his own fingers in your wetness - the sweetest music to ever grace his ears - Thorin began to speed up his motions. He mimicked the thrusts and pulls he would deliver later, tightening the circles he made around your clit until you made a noise that sounded almost like a plea with every stroke.

Lost as he was in the rush of bringing you to the edge, Thorin stopped instantly when your hand fell to his wrist. He opened his eyes, breaking your shared kiss. 

“Thorin, please,” you said, a wrinkle between your brows. “I need you.”

“And you shall have me,” he decreed, flexing his fingers inside of you and delighting in the way you trembled at the simple motion. “I want to bring you pleasure first.”

“I would rather move on to something that brings us both pleasure.”

Thorin had opened his mouth to protest that this was bringing him pleasure. That was the only reason your simple touch against his throbbing length caused him to release a noise filled with such desperation. 

You pulled his hand from you with a wet noise and a sensitive shudder, navigating him to lay on the bed in his typical place. The furs of your shared blankets teased silky coolness over his back and buttocks, though they were nothing compared to the thrill of your skin brushing his as you straddled his thighs. 

When your eyes shifted from his face to the hardness of his cock straining between you, Thorin knew what you were thinking. You shifted as if to move downward, confirming his suspicions, but he did not allow you to move. With his hands wrapped around your upper arms, he shook his head. “You wanted something that would bring both of us pleasure, yes?”

You pouted. “This does bring me pleasure.”

The way you repeated his earlier thought almost exactly made Thorin bite back a laugh. Instead, he arched a brow at you. “You are close to dripping on my leg, my treasure. I believe we have run short of time for exploration.”

“Fine,” you agreed with a sigh. 

When he felt you move upward once more, Thorin released you, but he was not prepared for the swiftness of your movements. In the instant after his hands fell to his sides, you had risen to your knees, angled his cock into the correct position, and sank down onto the hard length.

Thorin’s head fell back as he gasped, hips reflexively curling upward to push deeper into you. It felt like his cock was engulfed in hot silk, made even more tantalizing by the way you were so wet for him. That single stroke had pushed him so far into your depths that you were nearly sitting astride him already. 

The single remaining thought in Thorin’s mind was a musing on whether this felt as overwhelming to you as it did to him. Part of him did not believe it was possible, but another part dearly hoped that it did. How could he live knowing that you brought him such pleasure, but he could not do the same in return?

Of course, this was a single, fleeting thought, drowning in a pool of demands for him to move.

You were still balanced on your knees, planted on either side of Thorin’s hips, but you were hunched forward slightly. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you breathed through parted lips. Your fingers - splayed in their position braced on his chest - were trembling.  Thorin found himself concerned.

“My love?” he gritted out, voice painfully rough. “Are you well?”

“Yes, I- certainly am,” you said between breaths. “I shall never become accustomed to how you feel this way. It is as though you are planted so deep I will feel you always.”

Thorin’s cock twitched - no mean feat, locked as it was inside of your tightness. It was the sense of pride he felt at that, the joy of thinking he would be with you always since you were so deeply implanted in him in return. 

You must have felt Thorin’s response, for you smiled at him. “I agree.”

With that, you lifted yourself up from him only to sink back down just before the tip of him left your folds. Thorin wanted to keep his gaze downward, entranced by the sight of himself plunging into and withdrawing from you, but the sight could not compare to that of your face.

You were watching him as you moved, your eyes dancing with passion and pleasure, all lit by the glow of love. It was a bewitching sight, and Thorin felt himself already growing close to his end. 

“Why are you frowning so fiercely, my love?” you asked.

Thorin was taken aback slightly. Was he frowning? This was close to being another perfect moment. The only problem was… “You are too far away.”

You laughed as he pulled you down until your chest was pressed against his. That laughter tightened you even further around him and Thorin fought the instinct that was urging him to thrust inside of you. Instead, your legs locked behind his back as he rolled you, pausing only when he was on top. 

How he found the strength to leave the overwhelming heat of you, he would never know. It must have been some instinct that told him you would feel all the more incredible after being parted for the second it took to withdraw and thrust into you once more. 

He would not last much longer, Thorin knew. And since he refused to take his pleasure without you, he needed to push you toward your orgasm. 

Thorin bent his head downward until he could reach your chest, aided by the way your back arched with his thrusts. The rasp of his beard over the sensitive skin beneath your breasts made you shiver, and your nipple was stiff when he took it into his mouth, giving the small nubbin a hard suck.

You were rather sensitive here and normally liked to work up to intense play, but Thorin had noted that you tended to become distracted in the middle of sex, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensation being pushed upon you. When he was trying to hurry you toward your end, unexpected roughness could be the only thing that broke through the fogginess of pleasure.

A sharp noise escaped your lips when he sucked again, caught somewhere between a gasp and a cry. There was a moment of tension… then you seized around him.

If Thorin had thought your channel was tight around him earlier, it was nothing compared to this. Your body clamped down around him, inner muscles rippling as if you were trying to milk him of his seed.

And he was only too glad to oblige.

Thorin pulled himself from you with a curse, spilling over your stomach in a series of pulses that felt like they drew everything from his toes up. The pleasure was vivid, nearly robbing him of sight in the process - though with the image of you writhing with pleasure already burned into his mind, he did not mind it so much. 

When he finally returned to his senses, Thorin retrieved one of several soft cloths and cleaned his seed from you. He kept a store of such cloths in the bedside table for exactly that purpose. 

You embraced him eagerly when he collapsed ungracefully to the bed once more, curling around him so that he was awash in your heat and the intoxicating scent of your skin. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trailing his fingers lazily up and down the smooth curve of your upper arm.

“That was… delicious,” you purred. 

If he had been anything less than fully emptied, the sound of that tone in your voice would have sent Thorin straight back to hardness. Instead, he only gave a small, self-satisfied smile. “If we are not to begin a family yet, we must be careful not to fall out of practice.”

You stilled beneath his hand. “And you’re certain you accept that? The waiting?”

The worry in your voice made Thorin’s contentment dip. He lifted his head to look at you, finding that the worry was equally evident on your face. “My treasure, I love you.”

You frowned, your brow crinkling with the expression. “That isn’t an answer, Thorin.”

“It is,” he countered even as you closed your eyes, still frowning. “I love you, not the idea of a future family. I would like to have children someday, but if that does not happen - for any reason - I would be equally as content with the family I already have. Fili is well prepared to be king and Kili has adapted to the role of a prince. I want for nothing, my love.”

When you opened your eyes, Thorin was alarmed to see that they sparkled with tears. “What is-?”

For the second time that evening, you interrupted him… this time, with a kiss. When you pulled away, you were smiling, your brow smoothed and your eyes gleaming with the lightness of worry abated. “I love you, too, Thorin. More than you will ever know.”

Thorin gave a disbelieving grumble. “Rather how I feel about you. In fact, you might be hard-pressed to convince me to share you with anyone else for at least another year.”

You laughed again, and this time, he joined you.

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Author's Note - These two are so soft! As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've written a spicy scene from a male POV. If there are glaring inaccuracies or you just want to give me some feedback, I would appreciate it!

I don't offer a taglist for explicit fics, but you can find other works (Fanfic February 2023 or others) on my masterlist.

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No Touching

A/N: As promised, some no-plot-just-dirty-Thorin-smuttttttt ;)

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,632 words of pure sin

Warnings: ...smut

Summary: Based on this imagine by thorins-magnificent-ass: “Imagine that in dwarvish culture lingerie is not silk and lace, but precious metal and jewels and you wear a bunch of it for your drawvish lover”

You pulled Thorin’s robes tightly around you as you came upon the throne room. The guard greeted you respectfully and gave you a smile only a beloved queen could win. “How are you today, my friend?” you asked him.

“Very well, my Queen.”

You stepped toward him and lowered your voice. “Please be sure the King is not disturbed. But if you do need him… knock first.”

The guard nodded and hid a bashful blush.

You giggled and opened the heavy door, sliding inside. Thorin had not looked up from his thoughtful station on his throne. As usual, his magnificent crown was not on his head, but sitting on a table nearby with his royal cloaks and cords. His gaze only found you when he heard the large door close and latch behind you. He lifted his chin from his fist. “Amrâlimê?”

You hummed and leaned back on the door.

His eyebrow cocked. “Why are you wearing my robes?”

“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

A smirk grew on his face as he rose from his throne and walked down the long aisle toward you like a lion on the prowl. As he grew closer, you could see his curiosity, but it was obvious he knew you were up to something.

You pushed your hips out to him when he finally stood in front of you. He loosened the ties around your waist and pushed the fabric aside only enough to see your bare skin underneath and stopped. “(Y/N),” he said, a weak-willed scolding.

“Thorin,” you mocked him. You let the robes slide off your shoulders until they fell onto the floor, revealing the golden lingerie adorning your body. A thick metal belt wrapped around your waist and connected to thin bars that fell from your hips and circled your thighs with tight, thin stockings that sparkled in the low light of the throne room. The belt acted as a sort of corset, holding your breasts deliciously high. More chains of thin, flaking gold cascaded down your chest and back, stopping just before your bum and leaving it bare to the world.

You bit your grinning lower lip as Thorin took you in. A sharp intake of breath illuminated his desire, as did his furrowing brow and his blown pupils. He let out a low groan.

You pushed off the wall and stalked past him, wiggling your hips with every step. “I made sure we wouldn’t be disturbed,” you purred. You could feel his intense, lustful gaze on you as you climbed three steps to the throne and sat on it yourself.

He followed you closely and when he stood on the bottom stair, you shot out your leg and pushed him away with your toes. “No further, not yet.”

You grinned wickedly as he shook his head at you. Even under his thick clothing, you could see his arousal start to grow.

You slung your leg over the arm of the throne and heard Thorin growl at the sight of your exposed core, already dripping for him. You slowly slid your middle finger down your tongue and caressed your lower lips, staring at the dwarf in front of you every moment of your teasing.

You kneaded your breast and pinched your nipple as your other hand worked your clit in small circles. You let out a soft moan when your small fingers dipped into you, and you momentarily wished for Thorin’s much larger digits. But you wouldn’t allow him that pleasure yet.

“Amrâlimê, please. I want to taste you, I want to touch you,” he said. You shook your head and his eyes narrowed with a smirk. His chest rose and fell with heavy breath as he watched your fingers speed up.

You had never reached your climax as quickly as you did with him watching you. Your head fell back and high pitched pants of his name echoed through the throne room. When your eyes opened again, you were surprised he had followed your orders and was still standing on the bottom step. You grinned and strode to him, his hands immediately finding your warm, soft skin.

“No touching,” you commanded, and his hands regretfully left you.

You hummed with amusement at your power and kissed the corner of his lips. You discarded his heavy belt, vest and tunic, taking your time with the many buttons and laces. Your lips made their way up his jaw and to his ear, and he shivered as you nibbled on its shell. You drew away, watching his desperate reactions as your fingers deftly pulled away the laces on his trousers and threw them away along with his boots.

You finally looked down at him in his full glory. He was so hard, the tip of his head was so red, you almost felt bad for teasing him so. You licked your lips and met his dark eyes. “Sit,” you said, nodding your head to the throne.

When he did so, you wanted to scream. You wanted to remember this moment- the way he sat, the way he stared at you- forever. His shoulders were pushed back with pride and his hair cascaded down his chest, your courting beads just reaching his nipples. Your gaze followed the trail of thick, dark hair down his chest, to his stomach until you reached his throbbing, painfully erect member standing between his massively muscled legs.

You almost lost your composure when your gaze met his wide smirk. He knew exactly what he did to you. “I wouldn’t be looking at me like that. You’re at my mercy, my love,” you said.

He bit down on his smirk as you climbed the stairs and lowered yourself to kneel between his legs. Your hands slid over his skin from his knees to his hips and you could have squealed and swooned at his thick muscle clenching under your touch. Then, you kissed the same trail and licked a line from one side of his waist to the other. He made no sound, but his breath was heaving, silently begging you to kiss him where he needed you.

You glued your hands to the tops of his thighs, determined to take him with your mouth alone. He released a long moan when you finally licked thick stripe up his shaft and flicked his head with the tip of your tongue. You took him in your mouth as far as he would go, and sucked his skin hard. In and out his hardness slid until his grip on the throne turned his knuckles white. You knew he was close, so you stopped.

He exhaled and sent you a playful glare. “Oh, don’t give me that look,” you said, climbing him until you straddled his hips. “I know you’d rather be here.” You whimpered when he entered you. You swore he was thicker and harder in you now than you had ever felt him. He clenched your hips and you scolded him. “No. No touching, my love.” You ran your finger down his cheek to his lips, pulling his bottom lip away from his teeth and letting it go with a snap.

Then, you finally kissed him, cupping his face and sliding your fingers through his hair. You rode him slow, feeling him fill you to the hilt, and pulling him out until only the tip of him remained. He watched your every motion- your hands, hips, breasts, and mouth, until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He lifted you and set you down so you were kneeling on the throne with your back to him. “Thorin!” you yelled in surprise.

His grip on the golden belt around your waist was tight and you felt his breath over your neck as he said lowly, “That will be the only word you’ll remember how to say when I’m done with you.”

You gasped when he slammed into you. His pace was merciless and unrelenting. The sound of the metal chains clashing and clinking filled your ears. He pulled your back flush to his chest and bit down hard on your neck as he pounded into you. “Do I feel good, amrâlimê?” he growled.

You whimpered your confirmation. Every one of his ministrations felt so deliciously good, you weren’t sure you could take much more.

His grunts were steady in your ear but you felt his thrusts start to stutter. His arm around you was the only thing holding you up as his fingers reached down to circle your clit, adding perfect pressure. Your whines broke with each of his drives and your hips bucked into his hand. His name rolled off your lips as you begged him to finish you, harder and faster.

Your climaxes detonated simultaneously. He roared as he held you close to him, your knees barely touching the throne. Your nails dug into his arms as you cried out his name. Heavy breathing and content hums filled the throne room as you both landed from your highs.

Thorin unclasped the metal from your waist and gathered it together, putting it away for another time, he hoped. He wrapped you in his cloak and set you in his lap on the throne, stroking your loosened hair and kissing your forehead and cheeks.

“We’ll have to do this here more often.”

“Then you have to pay that guard much more for his trouble,” you laughed, thinking of your wild cries and moans.

“That I will do,” Thorin laughed.

You turned and kissed him, sinking comfortably into his warm body.

“I hope you don’t expect me to forget about your no touching rule, amrâlimê. I will remember it next time you’re in need,” he said. You heard the smile in his voice.

“What have I done?” you laughed.

“You have made your King very happy.”

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Fingering Challenge!: "Enter." Thorin barked bluntly, cursing the endless pile of papers on his desk. His office door creaked open and she peered her head around the wood hesitantly...

You heard Thorin’s distinct bark from inside his bedchamber door and felt a pang of fright hit you. The King always made you nervous as this was only your second week in service as his head maid. 

“Um….good evening, m…my Lord,” you stuttered as you pushed the door open, listening to it creak. “I have your dinner.” 

“Good, put it down there on my table,” Thorin ordered, pointing to the private dining table he had set up in his quarters. Thorin rarely dined with anyone else, keeping his head occupied with re-building Erebor, securing trade deals and offering out job roles to those who had the skills to take on the required work load. 

However, Thorin turned his attention away from the papers strewn across his desk and looked up at you. Bright eyes, curvaceous figure, small, dainty hands. A shot of arousal hit his gut as his thoughts turned to more pleasurable pursuits. He got up from his desk and approached you from behind, drawing his arm around your waist. 

“My Lord?” you gasped, but you knew better than to move away. Kings always took what they wanted and it was an offence to deny them that want. 

Thorin inhaled deeply, smiling at the scent of your perfume: sweet, flower-like and tantalising. 

You shivered, unable to control your body. Your heart was thundering, your body shook and you could feel a pulsing at the juncture of your thighs. 

“Do not be afraid,” he whispered to your ear, his lips just touching your lobe. His warm breath wafted across your jaw and then you felt him begin to trace a line of kisses downwards to your neck. 

A deep, guttural groan escaped your mouth and you exhaled loudly. 

“You like that?” he asked. “Surely you want more?” 

Tingles shot though you as you then felt his hand begin to travel downward, whilst his lips still kissed your neck hungrily, his beard bristling so pleasurably against you. 

Thorin’s hand searched up inside your dress, his fingers pushing aside your undergarments. Warmth his hit hand, and then moisture. “Is this all for me?” he asked, feeling your juices. His forefinger moved inside your folds, drawing upwards, gathering all the moisture together. 

You groaned again, feeling electricity begin to surge through you. His finger was circling your main pleasure point, that one special nub of flesh that would easily bring you to your peak. His thumb pushed into your entrance gently and then his whole hand began to set up a rhythm and his hips ground against you from behind. 

Wave after wave cascaded through you, becoming more fierce as Thorin’s trained hand kept moving inside your underwear, circling and penetrating you. Thorin’s other hand felt inside the top of your dress, teasing your breasts. His whole body seemed to have become synchronised with you; grinding hips, moving hands. 

Thorin listened to your breath hitch, your gasping becoming louder and the holding of your breaths longer in their duration. 

Until, a mighty orgasm racked through you and you shook in Thorin’s arms. The wave of such amazing pleasure hit its plateau and you felt your muscles contracting. 

Thorin kissed your cheek and smiled as you came. 

It took a moment for you to gain your lost breath and for your heart to return to near normal. But Thorin’s words were enough to cause your body to begin ascending again. 

“We are not done yet.” 

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My Holy Ground

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Thorin x Reader Rating: Lemon Warnings: Explicit, mentions of battle and wounds Theme: Ritual by Wrable Request/Inspo: N/A Words: 974 Status: Complete Notes: This has been in my head for days. 

~~~~~ Thorin sighed, looking over the papers once more. He had hoped to be done early tonight, had spent far too many nights slipping into your rooms late, into bed long after you fell asleep. You always woke when he drew you close, only long enough to feel his lips on your brow and to curl further into his chest. The restoration was taking far longer than they hoped, and working out trade agreements on top of that was slow going. You had been beside him through it all, since the battle. You had been among the healers who had tended to the wounded, had helped stave off infection and ease his recovery when those around him feared that he might fall. The Line of Durin had endured, partly due to the skill of your hands. It had not been those skills, however, that had first endeared Thorin to you. While your knowledge had kept the worst of infections at bay, he had still fallen to fever in the early days of the injury, unable to be safely moved from the field tent to the mountain, and you had stayed with him, listened as he became unfiltered in delirium, and spoken soothing words. You had brought him the Hobbit, so he could apologize once more to his friend as his strength returned, your presence a quiet comfort. When he had called for his nephews, you assured him they lived, and had been returned to the mountain to recover. When the King himself was moved, you had returned to help your people, only to find your presence requested in the mountain. Uncertain, you had taken the invitation, convinced Oin could handle Thorin’s care on his own at this juncture, but the King had requested you. It became clear after a few days that it was for your company as much as your healing abilities, and you had grown to care for him, if you were honest. As he became more capable, you had readied to leave. The night before you were due to return to the slowly rebuilding New Dale, however, he requested your presence at dinner. It was there that he confessed to having grown to care for you as well - something you could never have imagined. His heartfelt request to begin courting you had been initially met with a laugh, disbelief at his words, but as his face fell, you’d sobered, giving him a soft smile and assuring him that you were of a similar mind, just caught off-guard. It had been a whirlwind courtship, only a matter of months before you had become Queen. You held one another together, pieced one another from broken fragments. And tonight, you intended to do the same. Moving up behind your King, you ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling him shudder beneath the material of his tunic. “Come to bed.” “I need to finish this, Ghivashel.” You shook your head, reaching around him to press the papers down onto the desk, “It will wait until morning, when you can come to it with fresh eyes.” He turned his gaze up to you, and you gave him a soft smile, caressing your other hand over his jaw and neck slowly, a promise in your gaze. With a nod, he waited until you’d stepped back to stand, taking your hand and allowing you to lead him deeper into your chambers, to the bed. You worked his clothes from him slowly, treasuring each inch of scarred, worn skin as it was revealed to you, paying special attention to the wound that had brought you together. His own hands tried to do the same to you, and you shook your head, “No.” Confusion flooded his gaze, and you gently kissed him, nails dragging lightly over his scalp as you whispered, “Tonight, I worship you, my King.” He let out a low groan at the words. As often as he’d told you not to call him that, you still did, knew what it did to him to hear you say it with such reverence. You guided him back to the bed once he was bared to you, easing him onto the softness with gentle touches. It was a ritual, an act of adoration as your fingers and lips seemed to dance over every bit of him, relaxing him more than anything else could. He would do the same for you, and you knew it, but tonight, was about reminding him that you could heal him in all ways. You took your time, eventually pulling away to shirk your nightgown, bare before him now, and he stared at you with half-lidded eyes, “Y/N.” Your name was like a prayer on his lips, and you smiled, drawing your fingers slowly through your own desire, before wrapping your hand around his length. His eyes closed fully, and he arched up, silently begging for more. You didn’t give, taking your time with his pleasure. It wasn’t until he was drawing too close, blissful tension in every muscle that he lost control, drawing you up to him for a deep kiss, before rolling you beneath him. He took you with just as much adoration and worship as you had shown him leading to this moment, power in his movements coupled with exquisite, tender care. Soft whimpers and moans fell from your lips, and you crashed to your fall with his name on your lips. It wasn’t until you found release that he began to chase his own, holding himself above you with shaking arms and a low grunt when it came. Collapsing beside you, he drew you into his arms, your breathing slowing together, not quite matching up, but close. With a soft kiss to your brow, he took a deep breath, murmuring words of love. You drifted off slowly in your King’s arms, content.

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The Hunt: Chapter 31

With the need to journey early in the morning the dwarves soon became tired. Bilbo had offered up the multiple guests rooms however some of the dwarves felt the beds were too small as they were hobbit-sized. Most of them decided on sleeping on the floor with a few cushions and blankets near the fireplace. Only Balin was able to sleep in the bed. As for Gandalf, he left for other business elsewhere as he bid the group good night and told Thorin he would return in the morning. Kili and Fili were by the fireplace preparing for bed when Kili noticed Y/n opening the front door. Fili seeing this as well walked over to her.

“Aunt Y/n... are you alright?”

“Just going for a short walk. I won’t be long.”

“What about uncle? Shouldn’t you tell him?”

A moment later Kili turned his head to see Thorin standing in the hall. Fili looked at Y/n then to his uncle with an embarrassed look and started to walk backward toward Kili, almost tripping over Bombur while doing so. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Thorin and her walked outside closing the door shut behind them. There weren’t any people except for those who were down by the green dragon inn and they were too drunk to be of any concern. The sky was clear as far as the eye could see, the stars themselves were more radiant than Y/n had ever seen. The small glow from the fireflies with the smell of fresh grass gave her a feeling of content. Thorin stood next to her and offered his arm to her which she took while leaning her head on his shoulder. 

As they walked the silence became quite nice for Thorin, he looked down to see Y/n humming to herself while she had arms wrapped around his. Thorin smiled at the sight until he felt a sudden wave of urge over himself. It was her scent, this time it was much stronger than last. His whole body became tense as he brought his hand to his face trying to ignore the urge. Y/n felt him tense up and looked at him to see him breathing slowly. Y/n took a hand to his and gently moved it away.

“I’m sorry...ugh...the scent is stronger than before. Why now, I am not sure.”

Y/n sighed as she looked around, they were nowhere near any homes and seeing as no one else was around. 

“I have an idea. Close your eyes.”

Thorin gave her a questionable look but did as she said as he closed his eyes. He jumped a little as he felt her place a hand over his eyes. After a few moments of guiding him, she managed to bring him on a higher hill overlooking the rest of the shire. Above them was a tall oak tree and with only grass around them. Y/n took her hand off of his face but told him to still keep them shut for a moment. After a moment or two, Y/n sat both of them down, Thorin suddenly felt the light armor he was wearing being taken off. He couldn’t help but smile at the suggestion as he helped her take it off until he was only in a light shirt with a light pair of pants, Y/n then asked him to open his eyes. Once he did he saw her wearing nothing but a small white dress shirt in process of taking her bottoms off. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. However, he was confused about why they still had their undergarments on. Y/n seeing this giggled and explained.

“I thought it would be nice to try something different.”

He couldn’t help but nod in agreement as he took in the full sight of her. Her silver hair cascaded off her shoulders as the glow from the fireflies around them gave her eyes a unique shine. She, in turn, couldn’t help but smile at the sight, she saw his eyes shone much more clearly in the dark, she blushed as she noticed the muscle she could see on the inside of his shirt. He noticed her face looked a bit more flushed than normal. He raised a hand to her cheek and slid it below her chin and made her eyes look into his. He seemed to try to speak to her but it was soon covered with a quick passionate kiss to the lips. She melted into his touch as he wrapped his arms around her form. Quite gently he placed her down on the grass while he kissed her neck sliding down to her collarbone. She wrapped her hands around him bringing them underneath his shirt. She felt every muscle move under her touch as he breathed. In turn, he felt her body heat rise every second, he moved his lips back to hers as he brought his hands to her legs. Suddenly he stopped, Y/n looked at him slightly confused before he spoke.

“Is it safe? I mean...did you take the medicine.”

She smiled at him at how careful he was with her when it came to such things. She nodded her head and helped him out of his trousers. Thorin smirked afterward as he helped lift her shirt over head, teasing her as his hands brushed over her torso. She couldn’t help but moan at the touch. As she helped him out of his shirt she leaned into to emphasize she was going to kiss him but then pulled herself back to tease him. Afterward, they were both bare to each other. Y/n couldn’t help but become a little shy as she hid her body. Thorin noticed this and gently moved her arms away as he brought her into a tight embrace as they both laid gently onto the grass. Thorin started to kiss the side of her neck trailing down to her chest as he moved his hands to her legs. Within an instant, Y/n felt him enter and both of them moaned at the bliss of each other’s bodies. Once more she moaned as the cool grass brushed against her legs. With every thrust and touch, the two of them became more enveloped and focused on each other. Y/n moaned in sweet bliss as she placed a gentle hand on his cheek causing him to pause. She kissed him as she wrapped her arms around his neck while he, in turn, brought her even closer. 

“Thorin...”

She moaned as he started to move rougher and faster than before. The sounds of them making love drowned out their surroundings. Thorin couldn’t help but breath heavily as he thrust more causing the two of them closer to the edge. Y/n chest began to rise and fall rapidly, a look of pure bliss on her face. Thorin brushed his lips against hers as he brought her hand into his against the grass. The world melted away, all they had to worry about was now. He whispered into her ear.

“Amralime...”

He could feel her tighten around him. In turn she felt herself disappear in sweet release. He pulled out of her and laid onto his side next to her, pulling her into an embrace. His lips met with her forehead in a tender kiss. They laid there for what felt like a lifetime. The stars shone brighter than before, Thorin looked up at them to notice a ring of seven of them. He gasped at the sight. Y/n noticed he was a bit tense and looked up as well. Upon seeing them as well she sighed as she placed a hand on his chest. 

“Is that them?”

“Yes...the crown of Durin.”

“They are beautiful.” said as she hummed to herself and closed her eyes as the sound of Thorin breathing under her touch. 

“Not as much as you.”

Thorin placed a hand on her shoulder bringing her into a tight embrace placing a hand on her cheek. Y/n opened her eyes and leaned into his touch. 

“Perhaps we should head back now.”

Y/n sat up as she grabbed her shirt and underskirt. Thorin seeing her bare back snuck behind her and wrapped an arm around chest kissing her shoulder ever so gently. 

“I love you, Y/n. Everytime your with me it feels like a dream and every day I pray to Aule that you never leave my side.”

She sighed at his words and placed a hand over his in support. 

“I love you too. Believe me...I found it hard to believe...when you claimed me that night.”

Thorin remembered the first night they were together in the woods during the Hunt. It was a night he would never forget. After a few minutes Y/n tapped him on the arm. 

“Lets get some rest.”

Thorin nodded as he grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. Once they were dressed and ready they headed back to Bilbo’s home. This time Y/n was able to help him not get lost. Once they arrived they quietly opened the door to hear the sounds of snoring and grumbling. Y/n smiled a the sight as she let Thorin inside to close the door. The snuck past a few of the others toward the two empty spots that were closest to the fireplace. Y/n laid down as Thorin laid behind her wrapping the light blanket around the both of them. Y/n looked into the fireplace feeling Thorin wrap an arm around her as well as smelling her hair and sighed in bliss. The two of them fell asleep quite peacefully, little did they know that everyone saw them walk in with their clothes and hair ruffled, Kili nudged at Fili who in turn gave him a single coin.

[hattiewritesalot]

hi i'm not sure if u would do a request like this.. but can u do a couple of characters from the hobbit reacting to y/n with eczema? like maybe just them looking after it or whatever you wanna write. it's just i've had bad eczema since I was small and it's getting worse and it's making me feel kinda sad because it never goes away. thanks 💚💚

of course my lovely! I'm always open to requests like these. I decided to do Thorin, Kili, Fili, Legolas and Tauriel, hope this is okay. My girlfriend has eczema, and I'm sorry that you feel sad about it. Just remember that you are absolutely beautiful the way that you are <3

~The Hobbit Characters With An S/O Who Has Eczema~

Thorin x gn!reader

Kili x gn!reader

Fili x gn!reader

Legolas x gn!reader

Tauriel x gn!reader

Summary: How some of The Hobbit characters would react to their S/O having eczema.

Warnings: if skin conditions trigger you then yes, a bit of pain and uncomfortableness, but that's about the worst of it

A/N: love you, you're worth it :)

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THORIN OAKENSHIELD

listens to your explanation v v carefully

I mean

he's thorin

he doesn't want to get anything wrong.

He's always there to remind you not to itch or put cream on your skin <3

Defo informs Oin of all the medication and OINtments (you see what I did there) that you need

Bestie would actually stab anybody who ever dares make a comment about your eczema

You've probably had to drag him off a few people

which is not surprising

But all in all, he's very understanding and very caring.

stan our dwarf king

KILI DURIN

omg our resident cinnamon roll

He, like his uncle, is very understanding

and he, too, cares

But he cares very...

Aggressively

To say the least

Will psychically hold your arms apart if you're trying to itch anywhere

Will throw your medication at your head every five minutes

Will sit and kiss you until you realise that he loves you no matter what

this is him caring about you. appreciate it while you still can.

pLS I LOVE HIM-

FILI DURIN

look at this boy and tell me he wouldn't be there for you 24/7

TELL ME

I DARE YOU

He's v sweet, and a nice mix

He cares about you and is very understanding, like Thorin, but doesn't throw things at you, like Kili.

He will drop EVERYTHING and rush to your side if you're in pain

Will wrap his arms around you and kiss your shoulders and tell you to stop scratching OMG

He always has a little sample of your medication around with him

he has a lot of pockets

Will absolutely murder somebody if they even DARE to look at you the wrong way

Somebody get me a Fili please.

LEGOLAS THRANDUILLION

look at this little elf boi

oKay so he is very confused at first

'So your skin just… gets dry??'

'And very itchy, yes.'

'…wut'

He's trYING OKAY-

But once he understands everything, he is the best person to have around

Will always keep an eye on you for any signs of pain

Will always have a little bottle of cream on hand

And will constantly remind you that you are absolutely gorgeous no matter what

I love him so much I'm crying

TAURIEL

I am very in love with this woman

and I am not ashamed

As we see in BOTFA, Tauriel is a very good healer

and she would do everything she could to make sure you weren't in pain

Will definitely remind you to apply/take any medications when needed

If you start scratching, she will SCOLD YOU

Like a mother

mommy

Will go out looking for any healing remedies that could help you

She would also ask the healers to keep an eye on you and report anything serious

She just loves you so so much and that makes me very very jealous. you lucky lemon.

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I'm sorry if this was bad, but I hope you enjoyed <3

[jangofctts]

Echoes from a Broken Past (Thorin x fem!reader) (part one)(part two) (part three)

Rated: mature

word count: 4.5k

warnings: none save for canon typical violence, language, and descriptions of mild violence

a/n: chapTER FOUR YEEHAAW YALL remember, there's 6 chapters on my ao3 if you want to be all caught up!

“Look alive there, Cricket!”

Your eyes snap open. Bollocks. You hadn’t meant to close them nor do you remember ever letting them slide shut. Straightening your spine, you rub at your eyes and readjust yourself on the uncomfortable bench. It’s built to host much larger framed folk than yourself and leaves your legs to swing a couple feet from the ground. Leaning forward and propping your elbows on the rough table is the only way to relax—that or slouching against the wall.

Fíli shoves a piping cup of tea into your limp hand—Lady Grey by the smell of it. Your fingers cup the ceramic, appreciating the warmth that seeps through the mug and the delicate blend of bergamot and lemon peel. Your eyes flutter shut as sleep claws up your spine—your body jolts in an effort to fight it off.

“Didn’t get much sleep, I reckon?” Fíli chuckles sympathetically.

No. No you did not. The beds were incredibly lumpy, the noise outside jarring to your delicate ears, and the snoring from your companions loud enough to rival a troll, kept you wide awake.

The chair across from you scrapes over the floor as Fíli pulls it out. Once seated, he takes a sip of his own beverage—his lip curls. “Blegh—this coffee tastes like sewer water.”

You huff. “They probably use sewer water to brew it—have you had a look at this place?”

Even in the pale, grayish hues of the morning light, Bree still holds its brutish edge. Not as terrifying as the night before, no doubt due to the near empty parlor. An old woman who sits by the hearth, a hooded man in the opposite corner, Barliman, and the Company are the only ones here. Not a chance of becoming roadkill this time around.

“Aye—the villages of Men are crude,” Fíli says, pushing his cup to the side with one, thick finger. He eyes the contents of it with disdain. “Dwarven cities are far more hospitable.”

“I’m sure,” you agree. Any place that is not intent on killing you or leaving your legs covered in muck is a vast improvement in your books. The Shire has its flaws, but at least you could manage to get around safely without a chaperon or someone crushing your toes.

Fíli rests his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes drift about the inn, taking care in watching both his brother and uncle leave through the back door to reach the stables. The rest of the Company is milling about without purpose until Thorin comes calling for departure. A few of them look to be in the same state you’re in—staving off sleep and clutching their preferred morning beverage like a lifeline. Bilbo, ever the early bird, makes chipper conversation with Balin and Gandalf on the upholstered couches beside the fireplace. Must be nice.

“Oh—I nearly forgot.”

Your attention flickers back to Fíli.

The golden haired prince folds over to the side to reach his pack that rests against the leg of the table. From it, he produces a carefully wrapped bundle, held together by a string of twine. He gently places it on the table and gestures towards it. “For you, my lady.”

You narrow your eyes. “What is it?”

Fíli shakes his head and pushes the bundle closer to your side of the table. “Open it.”

You cave with a sigh. “It better not be a toad or something,” you grumble.

Gingerly removing the twine and unfolding the thin cloth, you expect the worst. In the short while you’ve known him, Fíli has given no reason for suspicion or ill intent—he’s pleasant and charming. Yet, based on the prankish gifts you give, your mind jumps to the idea that he’d do the same.

A batch of little lemon scones is what you’re faced with.

You quirk a brow.

Fíli thumbs at his mustache and rolls the silver bead between his forefinger and thumb. His smile is sheepish. “I know they aren’t tea cakes, but I hope these will do.”

Your brows knit together. What on earth is he talking about? “Thanks, Fíli…”

“I always keep my word,” he boasts, chest puffed with pride. “Please—have one.”

Ah right. You remember now.

You pluck one of the tasty treats from the batch and bite into it as memories float to the front of your mind from the night before last. You were kidding—you didn’t actually care that Kíli helped himself to the tea cakes, but oh well. You’re not gonna complain about free scones.

As you reach for a second one, you catch Fíli’s longing gaze. He’s caught under the spell of politeness, biting back the urge in asking to share by pretending he’s uninterested. You roll your eyes. “Oh—just eat one already. You look like a starved puppy.”

Fíli breathes out a sigh. “Thank Mahal—”

The following moments are filled with comfortable silence. You know virtually nothing about one another, but find comfort in sharing scones, dusted in a coat of powdered sugar that stains your fingertips white. A tender thing—a pocket of time before the morning sunlight hits the ridges of the valley just right, turning the wash of land into a windswept painting of hazy stars that twinkle in goodbye.

The seconds blend together and abruptly smothered in the next breath.

Kíli throws open the back door and stomps back into the parlor, tracking in a trail of muck that cakes his boots. He makes a beeline for the two of you. Straw sticks to his clothes, raven black hair peppered with alfalfa, and has a streak of dirt smudged on the side of his narrow nose. He fists at his tired eyes, rubbing away the remaining dregs of sleep. Kíli’s disheveled appearance mimics how you feel.

“Fought an orc in the stables did you, brother?” Fíli comments.

“It’s those damn ponies,” Kíli wines. He crowds in on your side of the bench and brushes his sleeves. Hay and other bits of dirt fall from the fabric and onto the table. He sweeps it to the floor using his palm. “Myrtle near ripped me ear off!”

“I’m not surprised,” you say and then take a sip of your tea. “They are the size of dinner plates.”

Fíli snickers as Kíli faces you with a scorned pout. He touches the shell of his left ear. “My ears are perfectly normal for a dwarrow, thank you.”

“For an oliphaunt, you mean.”

Kíli’s brows knit together and crosses his arms over his broad chest. His attempts at returning a jab fumble and fail miserably, resulting in another round of jests at his expense. “Here I was, thinking halflings were supposed to be gentle folk—you’re meaner than a troll, Cricket!”

“Nay,” Fíli says with a wave of his hand. “She’s much too sharp—try a goblin, maybe.”

You choke on your tea and elbow Kíli in the ribs—penance for the both of them. He lets out a pained grunt. “Och—but brother—she punches like a troll too.”

“And next time I’ll aim for your head, Master Dwarf,” you state, fighting off your smile that threatens to show.

“A shame you can’t reach,” Kíli and his brother chuckle between themselves.

You narrow your eyes. It’s too fucking early to come up with anything but a glare over the rim of your cup. They receive your message loud and clear.

Kíli’s discovery of the scones shatters the fleeting tension. The young prince all but inhales three of them in succession—impressive really, that the lad doesn’t choke.

“Idiot.“ Fíli scolds, slapping his brother’s greedy hand away from the last two left. “Those weren’t for you.”

“Thowry—“ Kíli apologizes before he finishes chewing. He licks his sugar coated fingers and promptly wipes them over the front of his coat. Fíli is right—he does think with his stomach. “Who were they—oh.”

Fīli’s implying look is not lost upon you and before Kíli’s impish grin evolves into anything more—you’re saved by Thorin and Dwalin herding the Company out of the Prancing Pony.

You dread what comes next.

Ponies.

Once the Company gathers in the stable, they busy themselves with strapping on the luggage and mounting the fuzzy creates of death. Your loitering is not unnoticed after you step to the side of Fíli and Kíli’s stable space.

“Don’t think we’ve forgotten you, Lady Cricket,” Fíli laughs. He circles his gloved hand around your forearm and leads you to the pony. “You can ride with Kíli today.”

You dig your heels into the hay covered ground and shake off his grip. “Erm—no-no that’s alright. I think I’ll walk.”

Fíli waves his hand in dismissal. “Nonsense! Kíli is an excellent rider! You’ll be fine.”

Your trepidation with this whole conundrum lands you in even more of a pickle. That mixed with your pride does little to no good.

“Do you need a boost?”

“I’m perfectly fine without your help,” you snip. Fíli holds his hands up in defeat.

You suck in a breath and muster up enough courage to face the shaggy creature. You avoid looking into its soulless, blue eye and find the worn leather saddle. Ok…so far so good. Now—you must admit—you are a bit proud of yourself for trying to climb up on the saddle on your own again.

Just as luck would have it, your short limbs work against you. The pony shifts, your hand slips and damn it all—

Fíli is there to catch you and kind enough to try and push the entirety of your weight onto the saddle. Your heart leaps between your teeth as panic flutters in your chest—you seize up. “Let me down!”

Fíli makes a discontented noise and returns you to your feet. Safely on the ground where you belong.

“Come now, Cricket,” Kíli says, brows furrowed low. He scratches under his chin and glances around the stable. His gaze lands on Bilbo. “Even Master Boggins can do it and he’s—well—“

You glower. He doesn’t finish his sentence. “It’s Baggins,” you correct. “And I am not my cousin.”

You can’t bother to cover up your irritation—it burns hot and bright on the tip of your tongue and Kíli is an unfortunate victim of your frustrations. He’s unfazed by the sharpness of your tongue.

Fíli clears his throat, thumbing at his braided mustache in thought. “I might have an idea.”

Biting your bottom lip, you cross your arms and glare at the wooden post to your left. This is ridiculous. Why can’t you just get on the stupid horse and be done with it? Bilbo did.

“Here—Kíli mount up,” Fíli orders. His brother does so with ease. Bastard. “Grab her when I lift, yeah?”

There’s no time to argue nor think about this thickheaded idea. Really—all you needed was a fucking step stool, not some over eager dwarf launching you to the high heavens so his fool brother could catch you. Kíli does a poor job of it anyhow.

Kíli lodges one hand under your armpit, hauls you up and somehow in the mess of shrieking and flailing limbs, you’re slung over the backside of the ponies like a sack of potatoes. The pony whinnies in alarm and stops its back hoof. Yeah, you think miserably, this sucks. You don’t even bother pushing yourself up—

“What are you three doing?” Comes Thorin’s pointed, disembodied voice. Great.

“My best,” you grumble.

Fíli and Kíli bite back their giggles. “We were just—“

“Fix it,” Thorin interrupts. “If we’re to reach the East Road by midday we must leave now.”

“But, uncle,” Fíli tries to reason. “Cricket—“

“If she has such trouble with the simple task of riding, lash her to the baggage and be done with it.”

He should thank his lucky stars you aren’t facing him. Else you’d need to explain to a hoard of dwarves why you strangled their beloved leader. You watch the hooves of his pony plod away, mumbling curses and ill wishes under your breath at the poor tempered king. This is hardly your fault.

“It would be easier,” Kíli muses. “To strap you to the baggage, that is.”

“Aye! No chance of falling that way!”

Gods save you, you’re going to slaughter them both.

^*^*^*^

“We make camp here tonight!”

The words are a blessing to Bilbo’s ears.

Everything from the waist down aches. His thighs erupt into a wall of fire the moment he swings his leg over to dismount. Bilbo stumbles, catches himself and groans in pain as his fevered nerves rush up his legs. There’s absolutely no reason for it! All he’s done was sit upon a pony and soak in the rolling scenery—nothing that would warrant throbbing, and cramping limbs.

They’d been traveling from dawn until dusk with no pause, save for breaks to relieve themselves. Even those took no longer than ten minutes. Bilbo is not ignorant to the fact that other races in Middle Earth do not place such heavy importance on food and the enjoyment of it, but gods—his stomach twists and bunches with ravenous hunger. Some apples were given out earlier in the day but he’s reserving the treat for a later purpose.

Cricket is in a similar state of pain. Stiff, bowlegged, and rushing to find a place to sit before she crumples. She chooses an outcrop of flattened rock, raised high enough that it spares her the gargantuan task of bending her knees. Her face twists as she balls her fists and digs her knuckles into the meat of her thighs—desperately rubbing out the soreness. It’s all in vain. She gives up with a loud sigh.

“I don’t suppose you’re faring any better?” Cricket asks. Bilbo shakes his head. Her bottom lip puffs. “I hate ponies.”

Nori crosses between them and throws a heavy pack beside Cricket. She jumps. “Yer just upset y’ ‘ent no good at it.”

“Pardon me, oh masterful rider,” Cricket scoffs in retaliation, “I’ll be sure to look to you for tips next time ‘round.” She rests her chin on her hand and raises a brow at Nori. “Shall we race as well?”

“Ha! How much ye wannea wager there, eh Miss Hobbit?” Nori challenges with a fiendish grin. He plants his hands on his hips and taps his large nose. “Mind ye, the ridin’ don’ need ta be ponies.”

Bilbo’s jaw drops. The nerve!

Utterly gobsmacked and rendered speechless, Nori’s brother beats him to the deserved scolding.

“Begone with that foul tongue of yours!” Dori cries, shaking a pointed finger at his brother. Ori tails behind him, curious as ever and innocent to Nori’s implications. “We’ll be havin’ none o’ that, thank you very much. She is a lady, for Mahal’s sake.”

Nori snickers and sidesteps Dori’s motherly swat. “All the better!” One of Dori’s slaps finds its mark on the back of Nori’s head. “Ouch! Leave me be, ye big shriveled harpy.”

The menace is corralled away, Dori hot on his heels. Nori looks over his shoulder and slips in a saucy wink, announcing that the offer still stands. It earns him another cuff around the ear.

Good riddance!

Cricket’s snickering adds fuel to Bilbo’s temper. “This is no laughing matter, Cricket,” Bilbo sniffs. He rocks on his heels and straightens the lapels of his coat. “Have some integrity, please.”

She rolls her eyes and slumps forward so that both her hands now cradle her chin. Her smile is replaced with her usual scowl. “Don’t get your daisies in a twist, cousin.”

Bilbo guffaws. “I’ll not allow some reprobate making vulgar comments about you. You weren’t raised in a barn.”

Her jaw clenches, wildfire igniting behind her sharp eyes. Why can’t she see that he’s trying to help her? Not everything he says is meant to pick her apart, untangling the mess of nerves and sinew and building back anew into something he calls perfection. He wants to save her from the same path martyrs and heroes walk upon—one that will engulf her in nothing but agony and regret. She doesn’t care. She never cares.

“I’ll be deciding what’s vulgar or not, Bilbo,” she quips. “We aren’t in the Shire anymore—I may do as I please.”

He’s going to rip out his hair. Fine. Fine! So be it and see where her foolish antics will land her.

Cricket glares beneath her brows and if he were any other person, Bilbo would have half a heart to be unnerved. Perks of growing up with a feral child he supposes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Cricket taunts. “Afraid I’ll bite you?”

Bilbo isn’t sure what to say to that. He rolls his eyes.

“Oi, Cricket, Bilbo!” Calls Bofur. He’s beckoning them over with a friendly wave and patting the pack carrying the stew pot. And a good thing too—Bilbo is starving and not keen on finding out if Cricket would, in fact, bite him. She’s done it once and she’ll do it again. “Come an’ help me with this.”

Cricket winces. “My legs are going to snap the minute I stand, Bofur.”

“Aye, I can share in tha’ sentiment,” Glóin adds in from a little ways to left. He snaps his blanket with a flourish and settles it on even ground. “Best git up befur ye freeze solid there.”

Cricket hums and pushes herself up with a mighty heave. Bilbo pretends he isn’t irritated that she listens to Glóin and not himself. “C’mon, Bilbo.”

The pair of them hobble over to Bofur’s pony. Minty is her name. Bofur instructs on how to properly untie the lashings and begins to pile on the luggage into both Cricket and Bilbo’s arms. Between runs from the pony to the center of their camp, Bofur pulls Bilbo's cousin off to the side, a little out of reach from the others.

The dwarf tips his hat up to scratch at his forehead. “I’ll give ye some advice—you too, Bilbo.” Bofur meets his eye and shrugs. “No harm in hearin’.”

With a conspiratorial glance around, Bofur bends down a bit to better reach he and Cricket. His voice drops just above a whisper. “Best to watch yer pockets with tha’ one, yeah?” He jabs a thumb in Nori’s direction. “Some seriously sticky fingers he has—swindled me coin he did!”

Bilbo checks his pockets. Nothing amiss.

Yet again, Cricket keeps an open mind to the warnings of others. Hmph.

“Right, now,” Bofur concludes with a clap of his hands. He places a friendly hand on Cricket and Bilbo’s shoulders and pushes them towards the stewpot placed near the little outcrop of rock. “Come help me an’ Bombur with dinner. I’ll naught go cookin’ without the input of hobbits when I ‘ave it.”

Well.

At least there’s food to look forward to.

^*^*^*^

With bellies full and ready to head to bed, most of the Company settles on their respective bedrolls. A select few are roving about. His cousin (not surprising), the princes, Gandalf and Ori who scribbles away in that large, leather book he carries around. Bilbo tries to sleep, but his efforts are fruitless.

The ground is too hard and littered with rocks and twigs no matter how many times Bilbo clears the dirt beneath his bedroll. The scratching of Ori’s quill on parchment and the low murmur of voices causes distraction as well. That and the snoring. Loud enough that it rattles the very ground itself. Bilbo sighs and props himself up onto his elbow.

Bombur is sawing logs and releases, deep thunderous exhales. So powerful, that the cloud of moths collecting above his mouth is sucked in and then blown out with a great flurry of fluttering wings. Bilbo’s lips purse. How is that even possible?

He groans and leaves his bedroll.

Unlike Cricket’s recent aversion to the ponies, Bilbo has become quite fond of his riding companion. Usually she’s the one with the affinity for befriending animals. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Careful not to step on any toes or outstretched legs scattered around the camp, Bilbo tiptoes up to said pony and brushes a gentle hand down her soft snout. Myrtle huffs and pushes her nose into his palm. “Hello, girl. Who's a good girl?”

More interested in what Bilbo hides in his pocket than his hand, she nickers expectantly. Bilbo caves and hurriedly feeds her the apples he’d smuggled away. “It's our little secret, Myrtle. You must tell no one.” The crunching is loud in the quiet night and he rushes to shush her. There’s no need to cause a dispute over missing apples. He puts his fingers up to his lips. “Shh, shh.”

He ruffles Myrtle’s course mane and pats her nose once more.

A shrill, haunting shriek suddenly echoes in the valley below. The hair on the back of Bilbo’s neck stands to a peak. Myrtle’s tosses her head and swivels her ears in the direction of the bone chilling disturbance.

His pulse erupts into a quickened pace. He throws his head over his shoulder and searches for Cricket’s face in the darkness. She sits between Fíli and Kíli alongside the fire, resting against the shallow alcove. Her eyes are shut but at the sound of Bilbo’s feet shuffling through the dirt, she cracks open a lazy eye.

“What was that?” Bilbo asks in alarm. Kíli’s heard it too and pauses his task of scraping out the bowl of his pipe.

“Orcs.” The black haired archer supplies. His keen eyes jump around the clearing, doing a once over before they settle back on his pipe.

This catches Cricket’s attention. She unsticks herself from the wall as curiosity flashes behind her eyes. Bilbo will never understand why danger fascinates her so.

“Orcs!?” He squeaks in repeat. He scampers closer to the fire. Orcs were no more than a bedtime story for fauntlings in the Shire, meant to deter children from wandering into the woods alone and keep them out of trouble. Harmless.

“Aye,” Fíli agrees. He sucks on the stem of his pipe and releases a puff of smoke. It curls over his lips and settles in the air around him. “Throat-cutters. There’ll be dozens of them out there.”

“The lone-lands are crawling with them,” Kíli continues. Cricket is hanging on every word he speaks. “They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep—quick and quiet, no screams.”

Bilbo’s insides twist.

“Just lots of blood.” Kíli finishes with a leveled stare beneath dark brows.

“Watch yourself, dear cousin,” Cricket adds in. “You’d make a mighty meal.”

Cricket and the boys laugh as Bilbo throws panicked looks at the shadowed darkness beyond the camp.

Sometime in their antics, Thorin awoke. “You think that's funny?”

The trio clams up.

“You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?”

Thorin stalks closer to the fire and throws a stern stare at them.

Kíli gapes and rushes to smooth things over. Fíli glances away and takes remorseful drag of his pipe while Cricket attempts to melt into shadow. “We didn’t mean anything by it.”

“No you didn’t,” comes Thorin’s scalding reply. Kíli flinches. “You know nothing of the world.”

Bilbo feels not an inch of sympathy for the trio. The exiled king clasps his hands behind his back and wanders towards the edge of the cliff to brood and ruminate and Eru knows what.

Balin sails a different boat on the matter and takes pity. “Don’t mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs.”

The princes and Cricket inquisitively glance between themselves then stare back up at the older dwarf. “How so?” Cricket pipes up.

Balin sighs and looks away for a pause, misty eyed and gathering his thoughts as recollections of tumultuous past surge to the forefront of his mind. Bilbo makes himself comfortable upon his bedroll. “After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria.”

He’s seen the mine etched onto a map. A little blot of ink he paid no attention to.

“But our enemy had got there first,” Balin says with a deep frown. “Moria had been taken by legions of orcs—led by the most vile of all their race…Azog the Defiler.”

Bilbo’s imagination whips up floating images of nightmarish creatures, gnashing teeth and the clanging of swords. He shudders.

Thoroughly capturing his listeners, Balin continues. “The giant Gundabad orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin.” His voice cracks with great pain, distantly staring into the fire. “He began...by beheading the king.”

How terrible, to bear witness to such a thing as that.

“Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed...we did not know.” Balin wets his lips and shifts his weight against the old juniper tree he leans agains. “We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us.That is when I saw him,” Balin nods with pride.

More of the Company arises to hear the grand tale, hanging on Balin’s every word. A gifted storyteller. “A young dwarf prince facing down the pale orc…He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armor rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield.”

“Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken.” Fíli and Kíli grin with pride. “Our forces rallied—we drove the orcs back, and our enemy had been defeated.”

Bilbo senses that there’s more to this tragedy. There always is with these sorts of tales.

“But there was no feast...nor song that night. For our dead were beyond the count of grief,” Balin recalls sadly. “We few had survived. And I thought to myself then...there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call king.”

Balin ends the story with a fond look at the dwarf in question who still faces the vast wilds.

“And the Pale Orc?” Bilbo asks. He’s not one to leave a story with loose ends. “What happened to him?”

Thorin sharply turns on his heel. “He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago.”

Doubt washes over Balin’s kind face. He shares a look with the wizard. It’s not meant for Bilbo’s eyes, but the damage is done.

Bilbo works his jaw and rubs at his arms to fend off a bout of goosebumps. He’s not sure he likes this story. Of kings whose hands are stained with blood and ash. Left only with themselves and the ghosts of their past, wearing wounds like decorations and the scars they leave like medals. Of ancient beasts that tower over the weak and collect the bones of their enemies like grand achievements. Grim thoughts that have no place among Bilbo’s gentle views of the world.

Bilbo hopes whatever horror is lurking in the dark remains hidden and far, far away.

[amxranthiine]

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Dexterity

Thorin x fem!reader. Reader sells wool products at Erebor's market every day.

You know how I can't write spice without substance? This one is vastly more substance than spice. It got plot-heavy for no reason, and I apologize!

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 6,800 (oof)

Warnings: Mentions of money issues, awkwardness, a bit of dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected piv

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You draped a beautiful blanket across your arm, ignoring the way it clashed with the cape tied around your shoulders. You turned in a practiced half-circle, letting the blanket wave gently in the breeze of your movements.

“As you can see, these fabrics are of the highest quality,” you announced to the gathered crowd, doing your best to talk up the goods while ensuring that no one got any clever ideas about helping themselves to your wares without offering proper payment.

“My family owns and operates the entirety of the business - one that has been handed down through countless generations,” you continued, watching a dwarrowdam stroke one of the blankets. She wore the jewelry and clothing of important and you spoke directly to her. “She has the right idea! You can feel the difference, yes, my lady? Our sheep are raised by hand from birth, shorn with love, and cared for as part of the family. They repay us by providing the best wool. We spin that wool into yarn and use it to weave fabrics far better than any others you may have seen.”

“What makes them superior?” one young dwarf asked curiously.

“Ahh, a wise and insightful question!” you congratulated loudly. The dwarf preened under your praise, smoothing his moustache. “Watch carefully.”

You spun in a wide circle, gesturing to the blanket draped over the arm you still held aloft. “Did you see it?” you asked the young dwarf, who looked nonplussed by your question. “Did anyone notice the most remarkable quality of our fabrics?”

A pretty dwarrowdam with a fine blonde beard frowned. “It was difficult with the blanket moving so much.”

“Wonderful note!” you cried, beaming at her while the dwarves in the surrounding area asked her to repeat what she had said. “She spotted it - the most desirable quality in a woolen fabric: it moves!”

The dwarves began muttering among themselves, certain they were being tricked, and you hurried to explain yourself before you lost them entirely. “Some wool fabrics are so thickly woven that they are stiff, itchy, and uncomfortable. Our products are none of those things. Wool is a naturally amazing fiber. We weave it thin enough to be flexible and worn under other layers without losing those natural amazing qualities that wool possesses.”

“Like what?” someone asked.

You kept your grin professional, but you did so love the inquisitive crowds. And this was a topic that you had been lectured about since birth, so you were well able to explain it to this group.

“Firstly, wool breathes,” you started. “Air flows between the strands, but also within them as well. Most know that wool can keep you warm on cool days, but did you also know that it has temperature regulation properties? On warm days, wool can actually help prevent you from overheating! It absorbs sweat from your body without trapping odors, yet is partially waterproof - even more so if you treat it with a waterproofing substance! You don’t have to clean wool overly often, but when you do, it’s not a fussy fabric like some… others.”

The dwarves gave an appreciative laugh when you inclined your head toward a nearby booth where a male elf was attempting to sell his own woven products. He scowled at you and you winked back.

If you were being perfectly honest, you thought elven fabrics were lovely and felt divine against your skin, but they were also delicate and required special care when they were washed. Elven fabrics were a luxury for nobles, or those who did not undertake much physical labor. Dwarves, even the noble ones, tended to work hard. Work was enjoyable, a sign of competence. The poor elf did not yet realize that his goods would be difficult or impossible to sell.

“Have I sold you on the wonders of wool yet?” you asked the crowd. “Or shall I keep going?”

The dwarves crowded around your booth asked occasional questions, but spent most of their time trying to judge the quality of the goods for themselves. You had expected as much. Dwarves - especially the dwarves of Erebor - were crafters by nature. They prided themselves in being able to judge the quality of any work with a touch or a close visual study.

“Maybe they need a personal recommendation?” someone called, and you glanced past the crowd to find Bofur giving you a wave and a cheeky grin.

“I’m sorry, sir - we only take recommendations from reputable folk,” you teased.

Some of the dwarves watched you with shock and a hint of disapproval, but Bofur roared with laughter as he wove through to the front of the crowd. “You wound me, lass!”

You and Bofur went way back. You had met the cheerful dwarf on your first day selling your family’s products in Erebor. Back then, you had been soft-spoken and sweet, afraid to raise your voice or come under too much attention. Your biggest fear was that you would have to return to your family with packs that were just as heavy as they had been when you made the arduous climb into the mountain. It had taken months to convince your family that their products could be sold in Erebor itself, and they would be quick to assume that there was no profit to be made here.

Bofur had approached your booth as you stared at the pile of goods. You had taken them out of their packs and sorted them into vague stacks by fabric type, but you had known very little about how to display products to their best advantage. Bofur had asked what you were selling, gradually coaxing you from one-word answers to full sentences. He had laughed and joked and teased until you had grown comfortable around him, then helped you sell a few small items by repeating what you had told him.

At the end of the day, Bofur bought twelve of your best blankets, laughing when you had scowled and told him you didn’t accept pity sales. “You don’t understand, lass. I know quality when I see it. I want these blankets to be given to some people who are important to me. I think they deserve the best, and these are the best I’ve found. Will you sell them to me?”

You had grudgingly agreed, and your packs were significantly lighter as you returned home. Your family had been impressed at the sales you had made and sent you back on a weekly basis, then a daily one. Erebor had turned into one of the most profitable markets for your family’s products, and - since you had the best relationship with the notoriously stubborn dwarves - you were the one responsible for selling in the mountain.

Bofur showed the crowd his scarf and gloves. “These are just two of the products I purchased here and they’ve lasted me two winters. The gloves in particular show the excellent craftsmanship of these products. My fingers are never cold, no matter how far my journey. I have no trouble pulling the string of my bow, no matter how long the hunt lasts.”

A skeptical laugh sounded from the crowd, who glanced back to see Prince Kili there. “And how often do you pull that bowstring, Bofur?”

“Willful lad,” Bofur scolded playfully, shaking his head at the younger Durin prince. “Very well! I play the flute, which requires much more delicacy and precision than aiming a bow. Those gloves let me play as well as if I were bare-handed!”

That, more than anything, impressed the dwarves. They were all about fine motor skills, no matter what environment they were working in.

“Thank you, Bofur,” you said gratefully as he winked back. You hadn’t actually known he was one of the dwarves who had freed Erebor, not until someone had mentioned something off-handedly that allowed you to make the connection. And the blankets he had bought from you were given to the others who had worked to drive the dragon from the mountain.

After Bofur stepped away, the crowd converged on your table and you made sale after sale. When the crowd had finally cleared, your inventory was severely depleted and your pockets hung heavy with gold. You thought about counting it, but decided against it. Such an action would be crass, especially with the poor elf staring daggers in your direction. And it was lucky you did not, because you were able to spot a familiar figure attempting to skirt the crowds of the market

“There he is: the best-looking king the land has ever seen,” you announced.

Thorin glanced over at you, looking exasperated even as he approached. “It has been a good sales day, I see.”

“Very much so,” you agreed. “Bofur stopped by and bolstered things when they started to flag.”

“Yes, he is quite talented when it comes to drawing a crowd,” Thorin agreed dryly. “Tell me, did he-”

“Thorin,” Dwalin interrupted, striding purposefully. “There has been news.”

“We are in polite company,” Thorin reminded him, nodding in your direction. You fought a grin. Thorin’s mild reprimand was kind, but you were a trader, hardly considered polite company in most places.

Dwalin nodded at you. “It concerns the sheep girl, too.”

“Have a care how you speak of her,” Thorin growled.

You, however, had burst out laughing at Dwalin’s method of address. “Sheep girl! Tell me, does that mean I am a mere shepherdess, or is this my own wool I have shorn off my shin and woven into fabric?”

Thorin frowned at you while Dwalin’s lips twitched, but both grew grave as Dwalin said, “The weather has taken a quick turn for the worse. The snow is falling fast and deep, and the winds are bitter. The paths down the mountain are all but impassable now and grow worse every moment.”

Ah, now Dwalin’s urgency made more sense. Most of the traders lived inside of Erebor itself, choosing to bring large quantities of goods to the mountain, sell them at an easy pace, and leave when it suited them to gather more goods. They rented a room in the mountain, paying for the convenience of staying there. However, there were a few daily traders who made the journey to Erebor every day with fresh goods. That number, of course, included you.

Now Thorin had to choose what to do about those traders.

After a moment to think, the king ordered, “Send messengers to all of the daily traders. Tell them that they can leave now and attempt to return safely to Dale or they can spend the night within the mountain. If they stay, they will be charged only half of the daily amount due to the nature of this occasion. Instruct the staff to begin preparing extra rooms to be rented and the kitchens to prepare more food for purchase. Speed is our focus, my friend.”

Dwalin gave a sharp nod and moved to find the nearest messengers. When Thorin turned around, he seemed bewildered to find you packing up your goods as quickly as you could manage. “What are you doing?”

“Going home, of course,” you answered lightly.

“Did you not hear Dwalin’s report?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, but I sell wool,” you reminded him, tying the last of your bags closed. “If it comes down to it, I could wrap myself in unsold goods and navigate my way home through a blizzard.”

“And perish of cold along the way,” Thorin countered. “I know the quality of your goods, but there is no reason to do something foolish. The paths you take are not as well-traveled as the ones to Dale. They are far more dangerous.”

That, at least, was true. Your family’s home and lands were not in Dale or on the way there. They were in a different direction, adjourning Erebor at an angle that left you climbing through split boulders and across slopes covered in pea-sized gravel on your way to the mountain every day. But you were confident and stubborn.

“Thorin, you’re very kind,” you said, swinging a pack over your shoulder to hide your embarrassment at having referred to him by his first name. “But I know those paths better than I know my own face. If I leave now, I will survive the journey - more likely than not.”

You smiled as you moved past him, but Thorin’s large hand caught your shoulder and anchored you firmly in place. “You will not leave Erebor tonight.”

“You are the King Under the Mountain,” you told him, bowing your head respectfully, “but I am not a resident of Erebor. I am thankful for your guidance, but I must do as I believe best.”

“You are not mine to rule, but you are a favorite of my sister, a friend to my nephews. My company speaks highly of you and I myself regard you with warmth.” Thorin ducked his head the slight bit it took to stare into your eyes. “I will not have your death on my hands.”

“Thorin…” you murmured, reluctant.

“You are a clever woman,” Thorin interrupted, looking fierce. “Why do you fight me on something so simple?”

“I…” you bit your lip and glanced away before you summoned the courage to meet his eyes again. “I cannot afford to pay the price of a night in Erebor, even at the reduced rate. My family’s farm is struggling. We need every ounce of gold I can bring back. Staying here is a luxury, and we have all denied ourselves those. I cannot be the one who cracks first.”

Thorin’s face cleared. “Then you will not pay.”

“I don’t need charity,” you said sharply. “Besides, it would not be fair to the other merchants.”

“Do you want me to forgo charging them as well?” Thorin asked.

“No!” You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “No, your kingdom should earn money for providing a service to people, even if it is a necessary one. I just cannot justify the cost of a room for the evening.”

“Then I shall pay the cost for you,” Thorin offered gallantly

You shook your head. “Charity once more. Unless you could find me a way to work after the market closes, to repay your kindness?”

Thorin started to shake his head, but paused and sent you an inscrutable look. “Perhaps you could. Would you dine with me this evening?”

You frowned, unable to parse that offer. “How is that considered work?”

“I am pleased to hear you enjoy my company,” he said, lips quirking. “Dis is being courted this evening and Fili and Kili have schemed to infiltrate their plans. I will be alone with only my thoughts for company unless you are kind enough to join me.”

“I still feel this is a trick,” you told him, eyes narrowed. “But I accept. I’ll come to your rooms when the market closes.”

Thorin inclined his head and started to move away when a thought struck you. “Is this a plan to ensure I do not go without supper?”

Trailing chuckles were his only reply.

When the market closed that night, it had been the best day of sales you had ever seen. Erebor’s residents - seemingly responding to being trapped inside the mountain - had flooded the market. You had sold almost every piece you had brought along, then you made an enemy into an ally by directing shoppers to the elf’s fabric stand after you had run out of goods.

And so, your empty packs all gathered into the one slung over your back, you went to Thorin’s expansive suite of rooms. He and the other members of the royal family lived on the upper levels of Erebor, nearest to one of the few exterior entrances to the mountain other than the heavily-guarded main doors.

You would have knocked on the doors yourself, but one of the dwarves who had been guarding the hallway that contained the royal family’s rooms accompanied you. He knocked smartly on the door, announcing your full name before marching back to his station.

Thorin opened the door a moment later, beckoning you inside. He must have noticed the bemused look on your face, because he asked, “Is everything well?”

“Yes, I just… I’ve never seen so much security for one family before,” you told him, glancing around the room.

You were in a space nearly as large as your family’s entire home. There was a large fireplace in the wall directly ahead of you with a table set before it. To one side of the room was a smaller table with an exquisitely crafted chess set atop it and two comfortable chairs on either side. A set of shelves had been carved into the stone wall nearby, holding an assortment of alcohol. To the other side of the room, you could see a large desk, covered in important-looking papers and flanked by bookshelves. A door was set into the wall nearby and you were willing to bet it led to his bedchamber.

You stepped forward, your worn boots sinking into the deep carpet spread across the floor. The carpet was a deep, rich blue with silver embroidery. Actually, now that you noticed it, much of the room was accented with those two colors - from the upholstery on the chairs to the curtains that flanked the three narrow windows.

Thorin gave a rumbling laugh as he closed the door behind you. “We are the royal family of Erebor.”

“I know,” you told him. He looked amused, but you dropped your gaze and sighed. “But maybe I didn’t realize exactly what that meant before.”

Thorin stepped closer, touching your arm. “Do not allow this new knowledge to put space between us. I am amused by your candid nature; I always have been. I would ask you not to deprive me of it now.”

You shook your head, grinning a bit at the teasing tone he used. Thorin wasn’t always in a playful sort of mood, but when he was, you had never enjoyed anyone’s company more. “Why all the blue and silver?”

“They are the colors of the Durin family,” Thorin explained. “More importantly, I have a strong preference for blue.”

“I never knew that,” you murmured.

Thorin nodded gravely. “I hope there are many things we will learn about each other tonight.”

You tilted your head to the side, waiting for the fluttering in your stomach to subside before you asked what he meant, but another knock sounded on the door.

“That will be our dinner,” Thorin told you. He made an expansive gesture to the room as a whole. “Please make yourself comfortable while they set up.”

You nodded obediently and set your packs and cape unobtrusively near the chess table before wandering over to peruse his library, being careful not to get in the way of the dwarves who were setting the table. Most of the books were in Dwarvish, a language you had never learned to read, but a surprising few of them were written in the common tongue.

Lost in looking through the titles, you were unaware that the others had left until Thorin gently cleared his throat. “If you’re ready?”

You turned from the shelves to stare at the table in dismay. The dwarves had set Thorin’s plate at the head of the table and yours at the food. The expanse of the table was stretched between you, the food placed at various increments. Thorin was a king. This was how he ate every meal. You couldn’t remember the last time you ate at a table that had utensils that weren’t made of wood. There was no way you could get through this meal without embarrassing yourself - something you had only just discovered you minded doing in front of Thorin.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, eyes dark with concern.

You shook your head and feigned a carefree smile. “No, just trying to plot how I can steal the good food from your side of the table without sacrificing any of mine.”

Thorin laughed. “Quite a conundrum. Perhaps this will help?”

He gathered his plate and glass, along with his napkin, fork, knife, and spoon, and arranged them all in the place next to yours. You paused again, unsure of the protocol. Was the chair at the end of the table now his since he was the king? Maybe the head of the table was just considered whichever end the king had sat on?

Thorin poured wine into each of your glasses, then studied the table with a critical eye. He took a few moments to bring certain dishes toward your end of the table, sending others to the far end. With that done, he beckoned you over, holding the chair at the end of the table steady for you. Feeling like you were breaking some rule, you sank into it and watched while he sat in the other chair.

“If you trust me,” he started, “The closer dishes are all of the specialties of Erebor’s kitchens. Those are the ones to try. If something on the other end looks tempting, I will gladly bring it to you.”

“There’s so much food,” you said, amazed. “Do you eat like this every night?”

“We are lucky to be prosperous in Erebor,” Thorin told you, “but I did order a greater variety of foods for this evening. I was not certain what you liked.”

You snorted, and Thorin smiled at the lack of grace in the sound. “I’ll eat just about anything. I prefer not to eat sheep or lamb, but I can make do.”

“I did not order either one,” Thorin agreed. “I assume you have too strong a connection to eat them?”

“No, we just eat a lot of them.” You shrugged at his curious stare. “We don’t waste food, especially when times are difficult. But you grow tired of it after a while.”

“What was it like growing up on a farm?” he asked curiously.

You stared at him, struck again by the realization that you had nothing in common with the dwarf sitting beside you. “Can I ask you something instead?” you asked, waiting for him to nod before you continued. “Does it bother you that I just call you Thorin? It might take me a little while to remember to call you ‘King’ or ‘Your Majesty’ or whatever, but I can get used to it. I don’t want to make you angry.”

Thorin grimaced. “The only thing that could anger me is if you started treating me like a king. I like that you speak to me like you would anyone else. I believe it is part of the reason I feel such warm regard for you.”

You hesitated. That was the second time Thorin had referenced something you didn’t quite understand. But your courage failed you and you ate a quick bite of meat that had been stewed in some delectable gravy, then steered the conversation in a direction you were more comfortable with.

“Why do you have a copy of Dwarven Lore and Truths?”

Thorin blinked at you. “You are familiar with the work?”

“Well, yes,” you told him. “I studied every book I could find before I started bringing goods to Erebor. That one wasn’t particularly helpful, if I remember. The author was more concerned about the differences between dwarves and men than the similarities.”

“I find it valuable for precisely that reason,” Thorin countered. “It is helpful to know how humans think of dwarves as we enter negotiations with them.”

“But surely there is more that unites the races than divides them?” you argued, unsure why you were suddenly so passionate about the topic.

“There are plenty of things that make us similar, but the differences are also worth exploring,” Thorin explained. “For all of the similarities, I am not human.”

“You must know I am going to ask for examples,” you told him.

Thorin looked thoughtful. “Dwarves are naturally stronger. We put on muscle much more quickly than humans, but we’re also far more broad. We can lift things that would hurt even a strong man to lift. Our stamina is increased as well, which is why so many prized blacksmiths are dwarven. And then there are more apparent physical differences. Dwarven bodies do not taper the way most humans’ do. Our fingers are blunt and thick.”

“Which is why you treasure crafting as highly as you do,” you summarized. “You have to work harder for those skills since your fingers are literally larger.”

“I confess myself shocked,” Thorin said. “Why have you dedicated so much time and effort to learning about dwarven culture?”

You shrugged. “I’ve dodged enough obstacles to be here. I don’t need cultural differences to get in the way. There is one thing I’ve wondered about that none of the books seem to discuss, though.”

“Ask me anything,” Thorin offered graciously.

“Does the same size rule apply to your cock?” you asked curiously.

Thorin, who had chosen the exact wrong time to drink from his wineglass, sputtered. “I beg your pardon?”

“Well, it stands to reason that it would,” you mused. “It would be far stranger if your fingers were larger and your cock was not.”

“You- I cannot- I did not bring you here for such a conversation!” Thorin insisted, sounding flustered. “I did not ask you to my quarters to seduce you.”

“I wish you had,” you told him honestly. “I think you’re lovely and kind, and now that we’re talking about strength and stamina, I would love a chance to see how true all of that is, but I understand if you’re uncomfortable.”

“How can you speak this way?” he asked you, sounding breathless.

You sent him an unimpressed look. “Thorin, I grew up on a farm. I knew what sex was before I knew that people had such an odd reaction to it.”

“Have you… experienced it?” he asked you haltingly.

“Yes,” you told him, meeting his gaze steadily. “Do you think less of me for it?”

“Never.” Thorin glanced down at his plate and gave an odd smile. “I never believed this would be how I would broach the subject, but… I have been considering asking if I could court you.”

Now it was your chance to be breathless. “If we’re as different as you say, how do you know we’re… compatible?”

Thorin shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I have heard stories of others in similar unions.”

“What if I need more proof?” you asked.

“In my culture, such things are not done without some kind of promise between both parties,” Thorin said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It would be considered improper.”

You puzzled over that for a moment. “How is this for a promise? If we’re as compatible as you seem to think we are, we’ll consider ourselves courting. If things don’t work out, we’ll stay as we are.”

Thorin frowned mightily at you. “Would you truly be interested in such an arrangement?”

“Yes,” you agreed, simply and immediately.

As he studied you, Thorin nodded slowly. “I hope you understand the challenge you have given me. Never have I been so motivated toward this end.”

“Which end is that?” you asked crassly, giving him a cheeky grin. “Just so I know where we’re starting.”

Thorin rolled his eyes, but pulled you into a searing kiss the next moment. You lost yourself utterly in his embrace, willingly opening your mouth when his tongue swept over your lips. He tasted like wine and you truly felt drunk as you explored each other.

When you pulled apart, you were panting slightly. You nodded. “That’s a promising start. Let’s see where it goes.”

“Then let’s start things the right way, shall we?” he asked, easily scooping you up in his arms. You had been right - the door led to his bedchamber. When he set you gently on your feet, he gave a half-bow. “Strength.”

You nodded eagerly and let your hands drop to the closures of your top, but Thorin took your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to each one before placing them firmly on his shoulders. “Dexterity.”

He unfastened the delicate closures with an ease and speed that even you could manage only on a particularly good day. You were bare before him in only minutes, shivering as he brushed kisses across your neck, shoulders, collarbone, and the tops of your breasts. You ached for him to continue, but you pushed at his shoulders.

Thorin allowed you to pull away, glancing up at the motion. It took you a few tries, but you eventually managed speech. “If we’re studying differences, I think I might need the opportunity to look with greater depth.”

He nodded, standing still as you divested him of his clothing. All of it was plain to the unknowing eye, but you noted the fine texture of the woven strands, and the silver patterns embroidered into the fabric. These were royal clothes, despite their apparent simplicity.

When he was as nude as you, you looked over his form carefully. He was stockier than most men, broad across the shoulders and chest. Like most men of a fairly muscular type, Thorin’s waist tapered slightly, but not as much as you would have expected in a human. His hips were broad as well - not rounded, as you expected to see from comparisons with your own, but squared and strong. His legs were thick and strong as his arms, both dusted with a generous sprinkling of coarse, dark hair. And speaking of thick and strong…

As your gaze fell between his legs, Thorin’s cock stirred as if sensing your interest. You couldn’t detect any differences in shape, but he did seem to be better endowed than most men. Of course, he was not fully hard. You were nothing if not thorough.

You stepped closer, wrapping your hand around his length. You took care not to squeeze overly hard - some men needed to ease up to that point while others did not enjoy rough play at all. Better to start gentle.

Thorin hissed and his hand rose to squeeze your hand around him. With the increased pressure, his hips jerked forward reflexively, thrusting into your hands. The next moment, he stepped away with a curse.

“My apologies,” he panted. ‘You- you surprised me.”

“Oh,” you told him, fluttering your lashes demurely. “Was it a good surprise?”

Thorin’s voice, already low, seemed to drop even further in pitch. “Life-changing.”

“Then you may want to brace yourself,” you warned, pushing him backward to perch on the edge of the bed and lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.

He cursed again, holding your shoulders when you pushed yourself between his knees. “I do not expect this of you. Do not feel as though you must-”

“I want to, Thorin,” you insisted. “Are you going to deny me?”

Thorin didn’t reply, but his hands slipped away from your shoulders, letting you move as you pleased.

There was something erotic about being naked in front of him, kneeling on the thick blue carpet in his bedchamber. Even more erotic was the heat in his eyes as he stared down at you. It was difficult to tell, but you didn’t think he was breathing.

You refocused your attention on Thorin’s cock. It appeared to have grown since you had last paid attention to this part of him, almost threatening in proportions. Well, if anyone could tame the beast, it was you.

You reached out a hand and tickled a finger down his length, from the swollen head down the thick shaft, teasing back and forth as you reached his base. Thorin gasped in a breath at the slight contact, and you smiled as you wrapped your hand around the base, holding him steady as you nuzzled the side of your face against his cock.

Thorin groaned above you, the sound growing louder and deeper as you took the head of him into your mouth. There would be no way for you to swallow him down, not without the fear of choking, but you decided on quality over quantity.

Your tongue danced a complex pattern over the thin skin of his head, exploring it thoroughly before taking him deeper. Every ridge and vein was discovered and cataloged, and you took special joy in finding every hyper-sensitive spot that made him squirm above and around you.

When you had taken as much of him as you comfortably could, you pulled away, stroking down to distribute the wetness your mouth had left behind. You began to work your fist around him - as much as you could manage, that is. Your fingers couldn’t quite close around him when he was fully hard.

As your hand stroked him in a regular rhythm, you revisited all of those sensitive places, teasing them with lips and tongue and teeth. Thorin barked out a rough sound above you, winding his hands into your hair as his powerful thighs tensed around your body.

“Enough; mercy,” he pled as he dragged you away, pulling you to your feet as his chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath.

You wiped your mouth and grinned at him. “What happened to stamina?”

“There’s no stamina in the world that could withstand that mouth of yours,” Thorin growled, drawing you in for a kiss deeper than most men would have dared after your performance. You relished it.

“I fear I cannot wait much longer,” he warned when he finally pulled away. “What do you need from me?”

You smiled at him, tugging at his hand until he let you place it between your legs. He cupped you gently as his eyes widened. “You’re soaking.”

“I liked watching you fall apart,” you admitted. “I found it incredibly… inspirational.”

Thorin kissed you again, tugging you forward until you were in his arms and he could deposit you on the bed. He crawled on top of you immediately, managing the entire thing without breaking the kiss for more than a moment.

You stayed like that for an interminable time, lost in each other’s arms and the kiss you shared - until you realized you were unconsciously rocking against each other.

Thorin broke the kiss to stare into your eyes. “Are you certain-?”

“Thorin, please!” you urged, hooking your leg over his hip and using it to tug him closer. “I need you inside of me.”

With an oath, Thorin took control of your mouth again, dropping a hand to align himself with your entrance. He gave a mighty shove against your center… and then he sank deeper and deeper until he was seated fully inside.

Now, it was your turn to gasp, eyes wide as you struggled to ride out the stretch of his length in your center. He felt like velvet steel inside of you, his hardness unyielding. Your body obligingly stretched to accommodate him, though part of you felt as though the impalement was a punishment.

“Shh, darling, easy,” Thorin soothed, smoothing your hair back from your damp forehead. “Mahal, you’re so tight around me, so perfect. My beautiful human, so brave to invite a king to her bed.”

“Brave, huh?” you asked, mouth quirking a bit at his description. “You’re hardly as intimidating as you imagine yourself.”

Thorin’s skeptically arched eyebrow made you laugh despite yourself, which set off an interesting chain of events. Your muscles tightened around Thorin, who gave a stunted half-thrust before he could stop himself, swearing as he realized what had happened.

“My apologies,” he gritted out. “I will control myself better, I swear it.”

“Thorin,” you gasped out, rocking your hips slightly against him. “I need you to start moving.”

“Are you certain?” he asked carefully.

You nodded. That partial thrust had left him resting heavily against some sensitive spot inside of you, and the rocking of your hips had only brushed your clit against him, increasing the pressure to an unbearable level. “Please.”

Thorin shifted his hips backward slightly, pushing back into you carefully. It was lovely, but far too gentle to fulfill the wild need inside of you. When he moved to repeat the motion, you lifted your hips and met his thrust, forcing him deeper inside of you.

“If you do that, I fear I will lose control,” Thorin warned.

“Good,” you gritted out at him. You wrapped both legs around his hips, pulling him forward with every bit of strength you had gained traveling to the mountain and back with heavy packs. His hips met yours with an audible slap and you threw your head back, giving a wild cry.

“So that’s how it is to be,” Thorin mused. His thick-fingered hands settled on your waist and anchored you against the soft mattress as he set a punishing rhythm.

He drove into you over and over until you shouted with the sensations he was wringing out of you. Your hand rose to brush over your breast, idly toying with your tender nipple until you felt a ripple through your cunt.

“Thorin, I’m going to-”

Thorin nodded, looking serene. “Fall and I will catch you.”

And he continued to thrust, his hips meeting yous again and again as you clenched and shook around him. Your orgasm stretched longer with him continuing to thrust inside of you, but you eventually lay docile beneath him.

“Do you need me to stop?” Thorin asked, pausing.

You could see the effort it had taken for him to ask the question, his muscles shaking. You quickly shook your head. “Please, keep going. It feels lovely.”

He smiled, kissing you deeply as he continued driving his length deep inside of you. Your orgasm had left you drenched, and he slid through your folds with ease. Thorin’s lips trailed down over your jaw, leading downward until he reached the nipple you had teased earlier. He licked at it, suckling for a moment before giving it a gentle bite, and you made a noise that surprised both of you.

“So sensitive,” Thorin mused. “I regret not wringing more of those sounds from you earlier.”

You were trying to summon a witty reply to that when his fingers dropped to your clit. “Did I prove my dexterity to you earlier? Or do you require another demonstration?”

You tried to speak, but when one rough, blunt fingertip brushed over the sensitive spot, you choked on your words. You swallowed roughly, warning, “If you do that, I’m going to come again.”

Thorin’s gaze sharpened and he gave a particularly hard thrust as his fingers began to circle faster, more insistently. You went from pleasantly relaxed under him to shaking with tension in moments. “Thorin-!”

He only rubbed more insistently and your muscles began contracting around him once more. Thorin’s rhythm stuttered and his fingers left you to grip your hips once more as he pounded into you with abandon, the sound of his flesh slapping against your loud in the room. Your orgasm pulled a cry from deep in your throat and it was answered by a deeper one from Thorin as he tore away.

Even as you shook from your peak, you watched in fascination as Thorin gripped his impressive length, stroking over it expertly as jets of seed pulsed from his tip to spray over your hips and stomach in a warm rush. When he was finally spent, Thorin fell to the bed, panting. You did what you could to catch your breath as well, feeling his seed run over your hills to pool in your valleys. You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t notice Thorin’s movement until he spoke.

“One moment, my treasure,” Thorin said, brushing a kiss against your lips.

He left the room through another door and returned a moment later with a cloth. He cleaned you tenderly, wiping up all traces of his spend and then gently dipped between your legs to clean your sticky wetness from your folds. When you were clean, Thorin brushed the cloth over his softening length as well, then tossed it into a corner and joined you on the bed.

“I hope you have no immediate aspirations of leaving this room,” Thorin warned. “I feel another demonstration of stamina is in order, along with one of dwarven generosity. I would like to return your earlier gift.”

You stretched, feeling deliciously tired. If Thorin wanted to explore you with his mouth, you saw no need to refuse.

“Lucky that I did not pay for a room,” you mused. “It seems it would have been quite a poor bargain.”

“You already took part in a poor bargain,” Thorin told you. “I fear you’ve already fascinated me. I do not know that I will ever leave you now.”

You smiled at the ceiling of Thorin’s room, awash in the fluttering light of the fire. It seemed like an extremely fair bargain to you, but you wouldn’t argue with him.

After all, Thorin was the king.

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A/N - Thorin is very attractive. I don't make the rules.

Thanks for reading!

[red-riding]

Masterlist for my Tolkien Writings

NSFW will have * 

HC = Headcannon 

S/O = Significant other

Elves 

𝑀𝒾𝓇𝓀𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹

Mirkwood elves with s/o with divorced parents HC

Mirkwood elves with a s/o with a deceased parent HC

Thranduil

s/o with curly hair HC

* Sex with Thranduil HC *

Insecurities Oneshot

Lavender Oneshot

A Sleeping Prince? Oneshot (A potion prompt and sleeping beauty inspired) 

Ghost (Oneshot kinda)

Picture perfect Oneshot

Approach to holiday gift giving HC

Reacting to Jealous S/O

Legolos 

s/o with curly hair HC 

Aragorn comforting a dying Legolas

Legolas Saving Cold S/O

Legolas x Orc reader HC

A purr-fect interference, Oneshot

Reaction to human reader in elven Finery HC

Tauriel

Comforted Oneshot

Meludir 

Sleep Drabble 

����𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓁

Arwen 

Arwen seeing reader dressed up for the first time HC

𝐻𝑜𝓊���𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇

House of Feanor with a S/O with curly hair HC

With a winged S/O HC

Feanor

Random Feanor HC

Feanor reaction to sons pledging themselves to mortal women of lower status HC

With a strong and independent S/O HC

Maehdros 

Random Maehdros HC

A Weighted question Oneshot

With a strong and independent S/O HC

Courting Maedhros HC

The Inventor, Multipart series Masterlist

Maglor

Dating Maglor HC

Comforting Melodies Oneshot

* Embarrassed, Lemon *

Maglor with a s/o who does aerial silks HC 

Maglor with an independent S/O HC

Nightmare Oneshot/Drabble

Vampire Oneshot

Graveyard Oneshot

Random Maglor HC

Approach to holiday gift giving HC

For starters that's impossible, Maglor x human-reader drabble

Celegorm

*Jealous Hunter * Oneshot

Apple red Oneshot

Haunted Cabin Oneshot

Celegorm celebrated S/O Bday HC

Random Celegorm HC

With a strong and independant S/O HC  

Caranthir

Just Breath Oneshot (Caranthir struggling to ask to court s/o)

With a strong and independant S/O HC 

Reacting to Jealous S/O

Its the thought that counts Drabble 

𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓃

Fingolfin 

Courting Fingolfin HC

Turgon

Random Turgon Headcannons 

𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒻𝒾𝓃

Finrod

Braiding Finrods hair HC

Help My elf is broken: Finrod x Human reader Oneshot 

Approach to holiday gift giving HC

Galadriel 

Approach to holiday gift giving HC

𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

Glorfindel

Glorfindel Protects reader one shot

Bed time stories One-shot

Home Drabble

Period Pains Oneshot 

Luthien

Dating Luthien As a Human women HC

Dwarves

General Company 

Companies reaction to member being an animator HC

Companies reaction to model member HC

Line of Durin

S/O on a snowy day head cannon HC

Sick S/O HC 

FilI

A sensitive topic one shot 

Kili

A spell please one shot

Comforting HC

Humans

Aragorn

Aragorn comforting a dying Legolas

Hobbits

Frodo

Dating Frodo Baggins head cannon 

Pippin

Dating Pippin HC

Tattooed S/O *

Time To tell

Meeting Pippin again after years HC

Merry

Dating Merry HC

Pippin notices Merry’s and yours relationship HC

Other

Sauron 

Sauron with a love interest HC

Multi Character Head cannons 

Elves with a seamstress reader HC (Thranduil, Legolas, Glorfindel, Lindir, Maglor)

Sick S/O HC (Thorin, Fili, Kili)

Characters reaction to animal crossing HC (Gandalf, Thranduil, Kili, Gollum, Bilbo)

Fellowship with Bard/musical reader 

Mirkwood elves with s/o with divorced parents HC (Legolas, Thranduil, Tauriel)

Elves with a S/O with ADD/ADHD (Thranduil, Glorfindel, Maglor, Legolas)

Elves with a S/O who is shorter than them (Feanor, Thranduil, Maedhros) 

House of Feanor with a S/O with curly hair HC (Feanor, Nerdanel, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin)

Mirkwood elves with a s/o with a deceased parent HC (Legolas, Thranduil, Tauriel)

Blond Elves react to being Called Link HC (Legolas, Thranduil, Glorfindel) 

Tolkien characters react to S/O with pierced ears (Legolas, Fili, Thranduil, Galadriel) 

Elves approach to holiday gift giving (Thranduil, Maglor, Finrod, Galadriel)

Reacting to Jealous S/O (Thranduil, Caranthir)  

Events

13 days of spooky writing

Day 1 Potion: A sleeping Prince? (Thranduil Oneshot)

Day 2 Haunted house: A haunted Cabin (Celegorm Oneshot)

Day 3 Spooky: Comforted (Tauriel Oneshot)

Day 4 Costume: Vampire (Maglor Oneshot)

Day 5 Monster: Bed time stores (Glorfindel Oneshot)

Day 6: skipped

Day 7 Ghost: Ghost (Thranduil x reader)

Day 8: Cemetery: Graveyard (Maglor x reader)

Day 9: Skipped

day 10 Spell Book: : A Spell please? (Kili X reader)

day 11 Black Cat: A purr-fect interference (Legolas x reader)

[legolaslovely]

There’s Always Tomorrow

A/N: Thorin really gets me sometimes, OKAY?

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Warnings: LEMON PEOPLE LEMON FULL SPEED AHEAD, Thorin being beautiful, naughty dreams, fingering, language because I can’t find a better word for butt

Summary: (Y/N) is traveling with the company when Thorin wakes her up from a naughty dream and realizes she hasn’t been satisfied since their journey began.

You heard a familiar voice calling your name. It felt very distant. “(Y/N). (Y/N)?”

You woke with a start to see Thorin above you, his expression concerned. “You were dreaming,” he said, giving you space and laying down on his own bedroll a few feet away.

You sat up, rubbed your eyes, and smoothed your hair. The sky was still black with night and the rest of the company was sleeping around you. “I apologize for waking you.”

Thorin said something, but you weren’t listening.

“I’m going for a short walk,” you said. You didn’t stick around long enough for him to object.

Your fingers ran again through your hair and down your tunic as you walked out of the clearing and into the wood. Yeah, you were dreaming alright. You shook your head, trying to clear it.

Of course you can’t control where your mind goes in the night, but you wished it wouldn’t have gone to Thorin. Especially with the king himself sleeping only a few feet away from you. You wondered what you had done to wake him and dreaded all of the possible answers.

“(Y/N)?” You hadn’t heard his footsteps coming up from behind you. “Are you alright?” He asked when you turned to face him.

“Yes, of course,” you said. “I just needed some air.”

You wished he would leave you, but instead, he continued. “You seem… troubled, as of late… tightly wound.”

You really didn’t want to have this conversation. But his last words made you stop in your tracks. Did he realize? The look on his face led you to think he did.

“It mustn’t be easy travelling with thirteen male dwarves. You aren’t let alone very often…”

You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. But you knew the only reason he was bringing it up was because he cared. So you swallowed your pride.

“Well, it’s not really high on my list, Thorin. I’m just trying to keep all of us from getting killed.” You laughed and his look of concern broke.

He smiled, but it quickly disappeared. “That doesn’t mean you should deprive yourself of anything.”

You leaned your back against a tree and looked up into the night sky. You didn’t see him step toward you.

“Aren’t we all?” You breathed out a laugh. “When was the last time you had a moment to yourself? You never think of yourself, you are always protecting all of us. I’m so weak worrying about this…” Your voice drifted off.

His voice next to you made you look down from the sky. “You are not weak.” His face was inches from yours, his body brushing against your tunic, but you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“There is no weakness in asking for help.” His eyes were dark, as you had often seen them, but in this moment they were not clouded with grief or duty. The heavy rise and fall of his chest let you know he was filled with lust instead.

“Are you asking for help? Because I’m volunteering,” he growled.

You nodded breathlessly.

His thick, heavy fingers landed on your jaw, pulling your mouth to his. The tip of his nose brushed against your cheek as his lips passed yours, barely touching, refusing to latch. He pulled away from you, and dared to chuckle at your flushed state. He grinned and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, staring at his motions until you kissed the pad of his finger.

His other hand pushed against the tree and around your waist, holding on with a strong grip as his lips finally met yours. His beard was rough against your skin, but his kiss was gentle. Your fingers grazed his cheek and landed on his strong arms, as you leaned against him trying to get closer.

The moment you stepped away from the tree, something switched inside him. He pushed you against the bark again and forced your lips open with his tongue, a welcome intruder. His hand fell from your jaw to your waist, and then circled around your body to cup your ass. His fingers pressed into the fabric of your trousers and his teeth into your bottom lip.

Both of your hands rose to tangle in his hair, making him moan into your mouth. It sent a shudder through your limbs. He felt you smile beneath his lips and he pulled away from you, only to smirk quickly, then dove to your neck.

He placed open mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath hot and his lips sucking. You rested your head against the tree, reveling in every single thing you felt, from his hair tickling your skin to his strong body pressed against you.

He lifted his hand to your breast, pushing and pulling, his thumb rolling over the hardened nipple he could feel under your tunic. Desperate to feel him, you bunched the fabric of his trousers in your fists and pulled his pelvis against yours, realizing he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You wrapped your leg around his waist and ground into him.

“No, no, my dear,” he sang. “This is about you.”

He stared at you, watching your reactions as his hand slid down your form until it reached the waist of your trousers. His fingers deftly untied the lacing and pushed past the fabric. His eyes remained glued to yours until his ministrations made yours snap closed.

The ease of his movements made it clear that you were as aroused as you thought you were. His lips brushed against your jaw as rubbed his finger back and forth. He teased you, ignoring where you wanted him most. When he finally circled over your clit, your lips parted, allowing your heavy breath to be heard. You felt him grin against your skin.

You couldn’t stand his teasing anymore. You pulled his chin away from your neck and kissed him lightly. When your lips parted, you admired the light dancing in his eyes before whispering, “Please, Thorin.”

His smile was replaced with dark, heavy lust as he took in your features. He kissed you deeply, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His fingers found your opening and circled it before gently pushing inside. Your lips parted from his and a moan escaped you.

His fingers pushed and pulled, in and out, before bending and hitting just the right spot, making you slip on the root of the tree beneath your feet. His grip around you tightened and your eyes snapped open wide. “I’ve never done this standing before,” you laughed.

“I’ve got you,” Thorin said.

His lips found yours once more before he pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. His fingers found their place again, feeling long and thick inside you. He rubbed your clit with his thumb and his fingers pumped in and out of you, meeting their target every time.

You couldn’t help it but moan his name, though you knew the rest of the company wasn’t very far away. You held onto him tightly, biting your bottom lip, scared you would scream.

“Does it feel good to have someone take care of you?” He growled.

“Yes.” Your voice was much higher pitched than normal and he reveled in it.

“Will you be good and cum for me?”

You nodded against him, finally feeling the familiar coiling and twisting that you hadn’t felt in so long. You bucked against his hand and felt his grip on you tighten even further. You pulled his lips to yours and kissed him hard, making him moan.

The sound was enough to push you over the edge, your release washing over you at last. He held you up as you whimpered and shook, gently moving his fingers to help you ride out your high for as long as possible.

When the dwarf before you came back into focus, he was grinning at you. You smiled and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the tree. He started to step away from you and you grabbed his hand. “It’s your turn.”

“No, my dear,” he said, twirling your fingers in his hands. “Tonight was about you.”

“When will I get you back for all your teasing?”

“There’s always tomorrow,” he said, winking at you.

He laced his fingers in yours and led you back to the company just as the sun began to rise.

[fizzyxcustard]

Diary (4)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

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Summary: You are often writing erotica in your diary, revolving around you and Thorin, but what if he finds it?

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf!Reader

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Comments/Notes: This chapter is a little more serious in its tone, but do not despair, the smut is coming. I just like to keep all of you on your toes. ;) 

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You were completely aghast at what was happening; you were looking at Thorin as he ate some of your apple and cinnamon pastry, and the whole time his silver blue eyes never unlocked from yours. 

He wanted you? However could this be possible? Of all the people in the entire world of Middle-earth, and this beautiful King wanted you. 

Heat was all you could feel as it burned your face and neck. Your hands shook. You had no idea what to do next. In all those scenarios you had written about being in the arms of your King, pleasured so intensely, and you never imagined it would ever be real. The thought never crossed your mind that it may actually play out in life, sitting you here in front of him. 

“Kiss me, my dearest,” Thorin whispered, moving in closer again towards you. “I need to touch you.” 

Blood from your face was beginning to race south, causing a thumping sensation at the juncture of your thighs. Just the sound of his voice, wanting and insistent was arousing you. 

You leaned in and allowed him to kiss you. He groaned against you and his arm locked around your waist, drawing you in. His tongue gently pushed your lips apart so that he could explore your mouth. You froze. 

“I shall not continue if this is not what you want...” Thorin began, his eyes darkened by hurt. 

“No, no...my King...” 

“Thorin,” he insisted. 

“Alright...Thorin,” you replied, somehow it feeling alien to use his actual name. “I have...ahem,” you coughed, looking away, unable to keep eye contact. Then you shifted on the couch, wriggling as the thumping of your arousal began to die down somewhat. “This is the first time anyone has ever shown interest in me in that kind of manner. All of this is something I have never experienced before.” 

Thorin rested his hand on yours. “Do you not trust me?”

“I do, believe me, I do. I just....Those stories I wrote were what I wanted to happen, and the version of myself in them probably isn’t what you’ll find...” 

The King smiled at you, his hand curling tighter around yours. He lifted it to his face and kissed it. “Dearest, I would never take advantage of you or dishonour you. In fact, before we even tread the path of intimacy, I wish to ask your father for your hand.” 

“Thorin?” you gasped. “....Me?”

“I know that you are my One. Your diary confirmed it for me. That you want me as I want you. But I will only take this further towards courtship and engagement if you allow me to.” 

A tear slid down your cheek as you tried to comprehend the words which were spilling from Thorin’s mouth. Courtship and marriage? “To think that just this afternoon I was mourning the very thought of losing you to another woman, and now I’m sat here, you wanting to...” 

Thorin cupped your cheek with is hand, drying the tear with his thumb. “I want to make you happy, and I can only allow us to make love if we are to be one in courtship.” 

A short while later and you left Thorin’s bedchamber, but not before you both shared in a passionate kiss. The King looked upon you as you both drew back and he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment and love. “Until tomorrow, my love. And once your father has agreed to our courtship, then I shall make good on my word to see your stories become reality,” he told you. “I intend to enjoy more of your delicious tales.” 

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You lay in bed that night, unable to turn your spinning mind away from thoughts of Thorin. He was about to be your intended? How had all of this happened in such a short space of time? Surely your father would not object to Thorin taking your hand; your father had always committed his life and service to the commanding King, from Thror and now to Thorin. 

As you lay amongst the fur, you imagined your King lying on his bed, candlelight dancing upon a broad chest as he sat reading your diary entries, his right hand keeping a gentle rhythm of movement going. Moans of delight and pleasure drifting through the room. 

There was a sudden urge to go back to Thorin’s room, and within seconds you were on your feet, putting on your slippers. 

The walk back to Thorin’s room seemed to take a lifetime as your stomach fluttered and your heart raced. Guards watched on, nodding their heads as you walked down the main hallway of the royal chambers. Most of these men recognised you as Thorin’s maid and would normally never question you. 

The hallway was dimly lit by torches on the wall and the carpet made a quiet swishing noise under your slippers. 

Thorin lay in his bed, his arm behind his head and he looked up to the ceiling, still thinking of you. When suddenly he heard a quiet knock on his door. Who on earth would be disturbing him at this hour? 

But to Thorin’s surprise, which burned away his slight irritation, he came face to face again with you. His whole face beamed and he held out his hand, taking yours. He swept you inside the warm chamber and kissed you. 

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When The Worlds Collide - Part VII.

Kili x reader

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A/N: Hey guys, next chapter! I hope you’re doing well. I hope you will like this one. We’re moving forward with the main plot and it’s gonna get long, but I feel like you don’t really mind. Also, I’m going to be working on requests (which I should’ve done quite a while ago). (29. 9., Monday)

I have to study math for an exam we have tomorrow, but lately I just try to study a lot, but my grades aren’t as good as I would like them to, I don’t understand why. I’m trying to study more than I did last year, but it always seems like my friends and schoolmates, who are not studying as much as I do, get better grades, and it feels strongly demotivating and I want to cry after every time I hear the results of the tests (today I lit almost cried, I had a bit hard time to hold tears back, when we got the results of test from the subject I’m always studying the way it works for me. I was stressed a bit, but I knew I studied well and took a lots of time and practise to make sure I know it all and I completely understand it...well...I did got C. A C for so much time spended on that subject and with help from my mom.) This chapter has somewhere from over 1084 words (Kili and Fili talking) taste of my sad mood. So yeah. Comment please what do you think of this chapter. ( 30. 9., Tuesday/Wednesday?)

(This is paragraph has been written a day later than previous A/N btw)

So, hello everybody! I hope you are going to enjoy this chapter. My grades kinda improved, I’m getting a good grades especially from English (obviously), where even the girl who gets good grades in most of other subjects is not that good in English. (I did got F from that math-shit-test as most of the class, so we will be retaking it.). I’ve been working on this chapter for a few days, so it’s pretty long, but I think you don’t really mind. (2. 10. Friday)

This chapter has gotten very, VERY long. I didn’t planned it to be that long, but ideas just kept coming to me. Sorry the chapter didn’t came out two days ago as I planned, but sometimes I was struggling to continue some dialogues and scenes, so I needed to find some prompts ideas to help me out. Hopefully you’ll forgive me. Also, yesterday were me and my brother picking some cones. It was windy and a few metres away from us landed a tree (it was not too thick, actually quite thin, but it scared me a lot).  The idea for the apple-picking came to me when I was picking an apples a day after my birthday. Also, a lots of cute gifs. (4.10. Sunday)

btw this is the cake I decorated for my bday.

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Word count: 4789 words

Warnings: maybe a bit angst (if I can call it like that?), fluff, maybe steamy or lemon (make out session)

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You got up and decided to clean up the kitchen a bit. You’ve prepared some food earlier and this quiche was the last thing you were planning to bake for today.

During the cleaning, you were thinking about the way they all got here. This was something that was inside of your mind ever since you’ve probably finally found a first clue to what exactly happened that they have appeared here, and why. You’ve decided to talk with Gandalf, Bard, Balin, Thranduil and maybe Thorin, if he wouldn’t be so stubborn, after everyone else would go to bed. You needed them to actually tell you what happened before they appeared here, otherwise you’d missed a part of the puzzle you were trying to solve.

You huffed and wiped off the desk. Your apron was hanging over a chair, but the flour was still in your hair and on your hands. You thought it would be a good idea to take a quick shower before the quiche was baked and cooled down enough to be eaten.

Thorin was with talking with Gandalf in a hallway. If anybody would hear them, they’d rather got off of the dwarf king’s way, not to mention the rage in his eyes, but the wizard was not afraid of him, of course.

„Thorin, you need to tell her where you were before you appeared here. She can be our only hope how to get back to Middle-Earth.“ The dwarf king glared at the wizard, his hands firmly folded on his chest.

„I’ve already told her. We were escaping from Mirkwood, like I said, Gandalf.“ But Gandalf was not stupid. Obviously.

„And?“ Gandalf tilted his head, looking down at Thorin.

„How could she help us? She’s a human, and from what I’ve saw and experienced in past few days, she does not have any magic abilities.“

But Gandalf knew better.

„This remindes me of that evening in Bag-End. You understimated Bilbo, Thorin, and now you are repeating it. What is so unlikable about her?“ Thorin’s gaze fell to the floor and he was silent. After a while, he spoke again.

„It’s not her exactly. It’s her and Kili. If she will get us back to Middle-Earth, like I hope she will,“ He looked at Gandalf for a while and then he looked away again.

„It will break Kili’s heart. I don’t want him to suffer, Gandalf. He is way too young for-“ Gandalf frowned.

„Kili may be young, and she is too, without a doubt...but all the things are coming in a right order, as they should. It may not be exactly in time, but in the right time, they will eventually come. Don’t forget that, Thorin.“ Thorin looked up at the wizard.

„You don’t understand, Gandalf. The way they look at each other and the way they act around each other, she’s Kili’s One, and once we will leave this place, he will suffer. I have promised to Dis and to myself to look after him and Fili. I can’t do this to any of us, it’d have destroyed all of us if we’d know he’s suffering from separation from his soulmate.“ Neither of them noticed a long shadow, whom came to join the conversation.

„It surprises me how much you care for your nephew, Thorin.“ Thorin tensed.

„Thranduil,“ He spat out and glared at the Mirkwood king, whom was looking over your hallway, finding it interesting every time he walked to it. He never seen anything similar before.

„Truly, it surprises me. It seemed as if all you could care about was the gold in Erebor and Lonely Mountain, but perhaps I was wrong.“ Thorin narrowed his eyes.

„What do you want?“ Thranduil looked down at him, calmly.

„I’m just saying, if she’s your nephew’s One, you shouldn’t act this way towards her.“ Thorin deeply frowned.

„Why are you telling this to me? It’s none of your business.“ Thanduil softly touched frame of an old small mirror, hanging on the wall. It reminded him of those in Middle-Earth, even if in reality it was a mirror you found in a vintage store.

„Isn’t it clear? If she is his One, he won’t leave without her. He would insist on staying here with her, if it would not be possible for her to go with us, well, with him to Middle-Earth. As far as I know, dwarves are far too stubborn to listen to others.“ Thorin opened his mouth to argue, but, even if he hated to admit that, he knew that there was something about it that he knew was right. Kili loved his family deeply, but a relationship with his One was something different.

When Thorin stayed quiet, soft scoff escaped to Thranduil.

„You know it’s true, don’t you?“

„Why are you telling me this?“ Thranduil sighed.

„Because I know how does the loss of soulmate feels like, and this girl is very likable, I have to admit. She’s like a daughter to me.“ Thorin noticed something behind Thranduil’s icy glare. It was quickly gone, but he noticed it.

„She remindes you of your wife,“ He said. Thanduil shot him a glare, but this time, he turned his back to him rather than argued.

„She remindes you of your wife and if you would have a daughter, it could have been someone like her,“ he said.

„So that’s why you care,“ Thorin continued. Thranduil didn’t let any emotion to show on his face, as he turned back to him and Gandalf.

„But why her? Why did it had to be her?“ Thorin looked at Gandalf.

„You will find out, Thorin.“

Oh, great. Another riddle, as if there wouldn’t be enough of them to solve already, thought Thorin to himself.

After you‘ve cleaned the kitchen a bit, you went to take a quick shower. You went as quickly as possible through the living room, so you didn’t have to talk to anyone. You thought that the almost-kiss between you and Kili have made things highly awkward and unsure, and when both of you were avoiding each other’s gaze, you thought you were perhaps right.

When the door closed and Fili heard your steps futher and futher away, he looked at his younger brother. Kili was refusing to look up so he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

„What happened, Kee?“ He nudged him.

„Did I interrupted somethin‘ earlier?“ He asked. Kili sighed.

„I almost kissed her,“ He mumbled. Fili’s eyes widened.

„You did what?!“

„I almost kissed her, Fee, but then you walked in and-“ Fili blinked a few times, still not being sure if he heard correctly. Kili’s voice got more quiet, telling his brother a thing he didn’t wanted anybody to tell Thorin, because he seemed to dislike Y/N. Quite a lot.

„I really like her. She’s very kind, nice, clever, pretty-“ He started listing things he liked about you with dreamy eyes. Fili looked around.

„Alright, I got it, Kee. But why don’t you just tell her?“

Kili didn’t told this to Fili, but once, when you were showing him how does phone works (not that he remembered much, he was more confused, but it was fun regardless), he’ve seen some photos of a guy, when you tapped on a different button, but you have quickly clicked to a different app and he didn’t had your phone in his hands since then. He didn’t knew who it was, but he thought it was probably somebody you were courting.

„I think-I think she’s taken, Fee. How could she not? I mean, look at her-“ Fili looked at Kili and Kili shook his head, but before he could open his mouth, his brother stormed out to find you. Obviously, Kili runned after him, shouting his brother‘s name.

You got out of a bathroom with our hair wet and in sweat-pants and oversized t-shirt, noticing Fili and Kili (you could not miss them anyways).

„Y/N!“

„Fili!“

„What’s going on, guys? What happened?“ You asked concerned. Fili shook his head.

„No, nothing happened! Well, we were wondering, if you are courting someone-“ You looked at them two, a bit amused. You placed your hands on your hips.

„Oh so this is what’s happening. Well,“ You looked at both of them with a dramatic pause.

„I’m not.“

„But what about that male in your phone?“ Kili asked and you remembered you accidentally tapped to your phone gallery.

„It was just a picture from the internet that I used for a character from book. I do use pictures for my reading journal, so it’s more aesthetically pleasing.“ You noticed the way Kili’s head lifted up and his typical cheeky grin found a way back on his face and winked at you. You looked away, blushing, and Fili cleared his throat.

„I will, uh, go back to reading. Don’t be too loud though-“ Kili was immediatelly running after him, whilst Fili was laughing and you chuckled and went after them. You’ve overheard some pieces of their converstaion.

„...don’t haunt for me, I’m your older brother...“

„...that’s why I’m doing it...“

„...IT WILL FALL DOWN!!“ You’ve heard a noise of breaking glass and quickly made your way to the kitchen.

They broke a few glasses you’ve left there. You sighed, not being surprised anymore.

„Are you okay? KILI-!“ You raised your voice when he tried to tidy the glass, but cutted himself accidentally. You shook your head and headed to one of the kitchen cabinets for take out a desinfection, tweezer and a bandage and a few other things. Of course, it would be best if you could get him to a doctor, but he wasn’t supposed to even be in this world.

„Sit down, Kee, I’ll look for some pieces of glass that could be there.“

Oh, how Kili wanted to assure you he accidentally cutted himself many times before by broken glass and used to have much worse injuries! But he also wanted to enjoy your attention only towards him for second time that evening.

You sat down to him and took his hand into your palms. You were touching it softly, not putting too much pressure on it, if there would be any pieces of a broken glass.

There was not too much blood, so when you were done and sure there were no pieces of a glass, you putted some desinfection on a cotton pad and started carefully cleaning it. You were sitting in a silence and you wanted to ask so many questions about life in Middle-Earth and Kili’s life before the quest in general, but you weren’t sure if he’d wanted to tell you about it, and if yes, where should you start.

„So, uhm, I see you and Fili are quite troublemakers, aren’t you?“ You asked with your gaze settled on his palm.

„We aren’t!“ You looked up on him with slightly rised eyebrow.

„Oh, alright, we are. A bit.“ You smirked at him.

„Only a bit?“

„Maybe a little more,“ he winked at you. You started putting the bandage over the cut.

„Oh, so that’s why you’re always breaking my mugs and glasses.“ You finished bandaging.

„It was an accident!“ Kili exclaimed and threw his hands up to air, but he didn’t realized he slapped you to face by accident. You let out an ‚ow,‘ and he looked at you concerned.

„I’m so sorry Y/N-“

„It’s okay, Kili, it was an accident,“ you said. He shook his head.

„No, I mean it! Dwarves are stronger than humans, and I didn’t and don’t want to hurt you in any way,“ He said, cupping your face in his palms and looking over your jaw and cheek.

„I’m really okay, Kili. I know you wouldn’t do this on a purpose,“ You said quietly, feeling his closeness. He looked in your eyes, then on your lips and back to your eyes, as if asking for permission. You did the same thing and cupped his face, feeling the scruff on your palms, and when your eyes locked, you looked back to each other’s lips and slowly closed the gap.

At first, your kisses were slow, a bit clumsy and at some point even awkward, but also careful, as if trying to figure out what to do next – you could tell that neither of you had been kissing a lot before – but it was sweet nonetheless. His lips were warm and you felt his scruff on your cheeks. You giggled and broke the kiss for a moment.

„Your beard is tickling me,“ You whispered and kissed him again, before he could start to say it was no real beard. You will tell him about this later. You wanted him to know you found him attractive and he had nothing to be ashamed of, especially his lack of beard.

You placed your arms around his neck to pull him closer, his hands found their way to your back and pulled you closer, too, so you were sitting on his lap now. Your kisses were more hungry now, with more passion in them, as if you’d never wanted to let each other go. His hands in your hair and your hands in his hair, to keep you even closer, if that was even possible.

When you pulled away and gasped for air, Kili let his forehead let his to rest against yours. You closed your eyes.

„I-love you,“ you let out a breath.

„I love you too, amrâlimê,“ he said and kissed you again, but you smelled a strange smell and furrowed your brows. Actually, it was not that strange smell. You quickly pulled away and jumped on your feet.

„I didn’t turned off the oven!“

„But you turned me on,“ Kili winked at you and looked how your face got stained with soft pink, as you were putting the quiche out of the over and turning it off. You placed it on the cook and looked back at him.

„Oh, so that’s why you’re so hot.“ You said faster than you thought and embarrassed looked away, hearing him to chuckle.

„That was a good one, amrâlimê!“ He said and you sleepishly looked back at him.

„Now,“ Kili smirked as you were tidying up the desinfection, cotton pads and other stuff.

„I think I’d be nice to continue in our earlier activity, amrâlimê,“ he said and winked at you. You smirked.

„I think it would be indeed very nice, Kee, but now we have to prepare the dinner, because I don’t wanna make your uncle even more angry,“ You said half joking. Kili shook his head and furrowed brows.

„It’s okay, I mean, Thorin hated Bilbo in the beginning, but now he would protect the hobbit with his life...he will grow to like you, amrâlimê, I promise you.“ He had his puppy eyes again, as if you could not believe him.

„And I truly mean it, I love you.“ He said and you felt a blissfull feeling along with a lots of butterflies in your stomach while he told you those three words. He loved you. He truly did. And you loved him too.

„I love you too, Kili.“ You said, and in a few seconds, you were kissing again. He pulled you to his lap and you run your hands through his hair, slightely pulling it when he started kissing you on your jaw and neck, to help you to keep quiet. You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy that moment of closeness, warmth and only you two. When you got impatient, you kissed his lips again.

When you pulled away and gasped to get some air, you noticed Kili smirking at you. You blushed and hid your face to crook of his neck.

„Stop it,“ you murmed and he kissed your hair and hugged.

„What, I can’t even look at the woman I love?“ He said dramatically and acted offended. You giggled.

„You know what I mean. I’m blushing.“

„Blush looks good on you.“

„No, it does not!“ You looked up on him with narrowed gaze and playful lights in your eyes.

„Oh, it does, princess.“ You froze and looked up on him.

„Well, if we are going to be courting, then...I mean, you’re a prince, and I’m not from a royal family...I don’t know how to act as a princess...“ You started stumbling over your words. Kili gently kissed your forehead.

„I don’t care. I love you, Y/N. Don’t worry about it, we can solve that later,“ He kissed your temple. It was such a nice moment.

You jumped up when a knock on a door cought yours and Kili‘s attention. You quickly fixed your hair and clothes and opened the door.

„Oh, Bilbo! I, uh, I just was about to call you for the dinner-“ The hobbit looked relieved.

„Uh, that’s great! I mean, I don’t want to be rude or anything, I would‘ve help you out of course-“ You smiled at him.

„You’re not being rude, Bilbo, don’t worry,“ You quickly checked Kili and found out he was nowhere to see. You furrowed your brows and stepped out of the door so Bilbo could come in.

„Kili? C’mon, it is not time to play hide and s-EEK!“ You screamed when he hugged you from the back.

„You idiot, do you know how did you scared me?!“ You tried to get out of his arms while he was laughing.

„Oh, c’mon princess, you don’t mind.“ You rolled your eyes.

„You are far more graceful and quiet on your feet than I thought. I should be concerned. I don’t want to get scared again when you will jump on me again,“ He chuckled, kissed your cheek and let go of you, because Bilbo started looking quite uncomfortable.

The dinner was not that bad, even if you could sense that something was going on with Thorin, Thranduil and Gandalf. They were way too quiet (not that they usually weren’t, but Thranduil didn’t even talked to Legolas), and Thorin didn’t paid attention to his nephews (he usually told them to stop doing something that was too much, but now he seemed to be lost in his thoughts).

When the dinner was over, Bilbo insisted on washing the dishes, explaining he just wanted to do something like that to feel a bit closer to home (quietly, obviously. He didn’t wanted anyone to have fun from him.).

Meanwhile, you looked through your library, and when you found what you were looking for, you pulled it out and started flipping through the pages.

It was a book about constellations, stars and planets. When you didn’t found what you were looking for, you shook your head and placed the book back. When this repeated a few times, you got back to another source you’ve had – the internet.

You were sitting there for a long time, but at least it gave you some understanding and it was more and more fitting to your theory. But why them, why each one of them...there must be a reason... you thought.

You went to sleep around two in the morning and fell to the bed. Your dreams were full of moon phases, Kili’s puppy eyes and smile and your stolen kisses.

You woke up and felt a smell of something sweet. You furrowed your brows. Who is cooking? You thought. You got up and made your way to the kitchen.

The closer you were, the more you recognized.

„...she said she likes cinammon...“

„Well, I think she once said she prefers maple syrup...“

„...of course not, she loves chocolate!“ You slightely blushed. It was Kili, obviously, and the way he said it could be understood only by you and him. You adored his eyes, which he obviously noticed.

„...Thorin, don’t stand here, I need to be walking there! Just go and sit down!“ That was Bilbo, getting very angry for a hobbit.

„You are not helping!“ He said to someone else and you chuckled. Oh yeah, Bilbo was a great cook, and though he found your kitchen interesting, to say at least, he was a quick learner. And, obviously, the best cook out of them all.

„Good morning, Y/N,“ You’ve noticed Bard. You nodded at him and yawned.

„Uh-good morning, Bard,“ You yawned once again.

„What are they doing in the kitchen?“ You asked.

„That’s a surprise.“

„I can hear them all the way here.“ You both chuckled.

„Well, what time is it?“ You asked, wanting to know how long did you slept.

„It’s going to be ten in the morning.“ He told you and you noticed a bit of his fatherly tone in it.

„Time for breakfast,“ You said and went straight to the kitchen, feeling the delicious smell of pancakes floating in the air. You tip-toed to the kitchen and carefully looked into the slightly opened door.

Bilbo was the main cook, as everyone could say. He was making sure that anybody ate the prettiest pancakes. Then there was Fili and Kili, arguing over your favourite filling. Balin was looking over them along with Gandalf, as they were discussing something and sitting in the corner. Thranduil and Legolas were watching them, but also engaged in their own discussion. Thorin was watching over the kitchen, making sure Kili and Fili weren’t breaking anything. And Dwalin, well, he stood near Gandalf and his brother, visibly not happy with what they were talking about.

You pushed the door open and stepped in, yawning. You were pretty hungry and needed to eat something.

„Good morning, everyone.“ Most of them looked at you with wide eyes, as if coming too early and ruining a surprise for you, yourself.

„G-good morning, miss Y/N,“ you’ve heard Bilbo to mutter, and some other ‚good morning’s‘ from others.

„Are these pancakes?“ You stepped closer and looked over the hobbit. Bilbo was certainly not four feet tall, he was around a foot, foot and a half shorter than Thorin.

It were pancakes. Obviously.

„You did all of this?“ You looked over the kitchen, where some sweet pasteries were and Fili and Kili, whom were arguing over your favourite pancake filling earlier, having a chocolate, maple syrup, a pack of cinammon, some bananas and apples and a few other items lying around the table.

„Yes, we-we did. We want to thank you for your kidness and how you are helping us to find our way back home,“ Said Bilbo.

„You’re always the one to cook, so we decided to cook something for you as well,“ Bard piped up from the doorway.

„But as you can see, we are not really a cooks,“ Fili piped up and nudged his brother. Bilbo shot him a glare and you giggled, causing Thoin’s eyes to soften for a second, which you didn’t noticed.

„It’s pretty kind from you anyways,“ You looked over them with a proud smile.

After your breakfast, which you took to a corner to living room (the’d all stare at you and you didn’t liked that), you’ve decided to go apple picking with them to your backyard. You prepared some baskets and jackets and hoodies, because it was quite cold and windy outside.

After you’ve changed from your pyjamas, you told them you were going to be picking the apples and just in general to go out to your backyard.

It was quite a nice idea.

Until you told them to put on the jackets, because it was cold and windy outside.

„It cannot be here more cold than in Blue Mountains,“ said Kili, seeming absolutely sure. You raised your eyebrow and shrugged your shoulders.

„If you think so,“ you said and made your way out.

You looked around and decided to go to the shortest tree. You noticed Bilbo coming shortly after you.

„Were you picking apples during autumn in Shire too, Bilbo?“ He smiled a little.

„Oh yeah, it was a nice thing to do, through it took a while.“ He looked up at you and you pointed towards the shortest tree.

„I think we can start with this one, most of the apples are pretty much close to the ground, so we don’t have to climb up on the tree-“

„I bet I’ll climb up faster, Fili!“

„Are you sure you wanna bet?“ You and Bilbo turned around and noticed Fili and Kili standing beneath the tallest apple tree that was at your backyard. You frowned.

But before you could say anything, both of them were already climbing up the tree. You were sure they were climbing up trees before, but still, it made you feel anxious.

„I won!“ You’ve heard Kili’s voice, full of pride, and you chuckled.

„That’s great, so now come down, you two!“ You said, walking into that direction already.

You stood under the tree, looking up, younr hands resting on your hips. Soon, they appeared between the branches. You’ve seen Kili’s happy face, through Fili said.

„If I wouldn’t slipped up, I’d won,“ but he didn’t seemed to be that mad at his brother. Kili jumped down and cheekily smiled at you.

„Oh, here’s my beautiful princess.“ He came to you and kissed your cheek. When he noticed your pouting face, he smirked.

„Someone’s mad, as I can see.“ You narrowed your eyes. His brown eyes widened.

„But I won!“ You sighed and looked into his puppy eyes.

„I’m not doubting that, Kee.“ You looked up.

„You were climbing up trees a lot in Middle-Earth, I guess.“ The brothers grinned.

„Oh, of course we did! You should’ve seen Uncle’s face when Kili fell from one tree when he was little and broke his leg for the first time.“ Fili said and both him and Kili remembered that memory. You pointed to tree where Bilbo was meanwhile picking apples.

„I’d rather not seen his face if something would happened to you now. Anyways, I’ll be over there and picking apples with Bilbo.“ You went to join the hobbit again.

You didn’t noticed the way Fili smirked at his brother, when you were out of earshot.

„So you and Y/N, aye?“ Kili’s eyes widened, but he quickly looked away.

„I don’t know what are you talking about, Fee.“

„Oh, so you don’t know? You are always checking her out, don’t you think I didn’t noticed that.“ Kili’s ears reddened and Fili laughed.

„Alright, we’re courting!“ Fili stopped, looked at his brother, then at you, talking to Bilbo, and started laughing again. Kili furrowed his brows.

„You aren’t supposed to laugh!“ When his older brother didn’t stopped, Kili murmed to himself.

„I’m embarrassed,“ Fili stopped laughing to catch a breath.

„I knew it, I knew you two will end up together! Oh, I won, I can’t believe that!“ Kili’s eyes widened.

„You-you made a bet? With who?!“ Fili smirked.

„There’s a few of them. Now let’s go,“ He said. Kili’s jaw fell.

„Wait what? Who-? How-? When-?“

But Fili was already walking towards you and Bilbo to medium-height tree. Kili did a pouting face and decided to join you.

„What’s the matter?“ Kili walked from the back to you and threw one arm around your shoulders and the other one around Fili’s shoulders.

„I will climb up the tree and pick the apples here, but I need someone to put the baskets down. And to make sure I won’t fall down,“ You said.

„Oh, don’t worry, princess, I will make sure that if you fall, you’ll have a soft landing.“ He winked at you and you felt heat raising to your cheeks. Bilbo cleared his throat.

„I-uh-I’ll go and pick some apples where I can reach,“

You climbed up the tree with an empty basket on your forearm and looked around. You placed the basket between some branches, so it was secure, and started carefully reaching for the apples. Kili, Fili or Bilbo would occasionally tell you where you should step, so you wouldn’t fell down.

„More to the left, lass,“ Fili.

„You’re almost there!“ Bilbo.

And so on.

You were almost done, when one of your feet mistaken a free spot between branches for a branch and you were already falling down.

You fell down on something-well, someone-soft. You’ve heard Kili‘s groaning underneath you.

„Are you okay?“ You asked Kili.

„I’m totally alright, told ya you’ll have a soft landing,“ he grinned at you and you playfully rolled your eyes and gave him a peck on lips. He rolled you over, so now he was on top of you, and started kissing your whole face. You were laughing.

„Kili, we need to finish this before it’ll be dark.“

„Hmm, tomorrow is a day too,“ He argued and you took all the strength you had and rolled him over, so you were on top.

You stood up and noticed Bilbo’s jaw hanging open. Fili looked more...well, he seemed to be pretty proud.

[scariusaquarius]

let’s go to the garden.

Satyr! Thorin Oakenshield x Female! Human! Reader

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A/n: I needed more Satyr! Thorin aslkdfjla;skjf

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Genre: Romance, Fluff, Friendship Rated: General Warning: Fluff, Humor

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Author: dabisburntnut

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The spring air was sweet with the smell of bloomed honeysuckles, the sun shining brightly in the forest. Though the sun was bright and hot, there was a cool breeze that ran through the trees, rustling their leaves and making the birds sing with praise. 

You sighed, wiping the sweat from your brow as you paused your task of weeding your garden, sprinkling a spice that would keep critters and bugs away from your plants. 

A sigh came from beside you, and you turned to see Thorin staring down at the strawberries. You smiled and asked him, beginning to tend to the potatoes. 

“If you would like to have you, you can go ahead and pick one. Just don’t eat them all.”

Thorin nodded and plucked one, taking a big bite, and he hummed deeply, turning to you. 

“You have done very well with your garden.”

You beamed with pride and replied. 

“Thank you so much. I appreciate that. I take much pride in my garden.”

Smiling at Thorin, you looked back down, and Thorin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. His tail flicked a bit, ears swiveling, and he looked back down at the strawberries in his basket. 

Standing up, you brushed your skirt off and looked up at the sky. It was an extremely clear day, one that you were happy for, and you wiped your brow. 

“I think this calls for a break.”

Thorin nodded, standing carefully, and you walked with him back into the house. Reaching for some of your lemons, you cut some open and began to juice them. As you began to make lemonade, Thorin pumped some water into a rag and draped the cold material over the back of his neck. It was a fairly hot day, and Thorin was feeling particularly hot. Stamping his feet a bit, you looked at him and asked Thorin.

“Are you alright? You look really hot.”

Thorin flushed a bit, admitting.

“I am feeling a bit cooked.”

You giggled, making Thorin smile softly, and you reached over the counter to scratch at his ear gently. Thorin purred a bit, leaning into your fingers. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be cooled down soon in no time.”

You rubbed his ear a bit, and Thorin’s tail went wild, a large smile on his face as he began to tap his hooves against the ground. You giggled before pulling away, and Thorin immediately missed your touch. As you finished the lemonade, you poured him a glass, and Thorin eagerly drank at the liquid. It cooled him down significantly, but the rag on his neck had already grown hot. 

“I bet your hair is why you’re feeling so hot. Here, let me put it up for you.”

Thorin flushed when you walked behind him, gently running your fingers through his hair, and his head tipped back a bit in delight. You had such a soft touch, and it made Thorin so excited and eager for your touches. 

As you played with his hair, gently running your fingers through it and put it up for him, Thorin’s tail was flicking, hitting your inner thigh repeatedly, and you couldn’t help but smile widely. 

Once his hair was up, you grabbed the rag from him and wrung out the warm water, putting it beneath cold water and placing it around his shoulders again. Thorin hummed in appreciation, and you gently rubbed at his ear again. 

“You seem to have a fascination with my ears...not that I am complaining.”

You smiled a little, replying as you watched his eyes close. 

“They’re very soft...and adorable! I love touching them.”

Thorin’s nose went red, and Thorin cleared his throat a bit. 

“Thank you.”

You smiled more before gently knocking your head against his. Immediately, Thorin’s eyes flung open, feeling his tail go erratic, and he pressed his head against yours, knocking back into yours. You laughed lightly, and Thorin asked you in that deep tone of his. 

“Do you know what you just did?”

You blink and asked him softly.

“Did I just challenge you to a fight?”

Thorin laughed lowly, nuzzling you softly. 

“No, only other males will show such displays when wishing to court one of the females.”

Thorin smiled softer. 

“It’s a sign of affection to do what you just did.”

You flushed with heat, and you apologized softly, pulling your head back. 

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

Thorin grabbed you by your cheeks, making you freeze, and he slowly brought your forehead back to his. Pressing his forehead against yours, he nuzzled you softly. 

“Don’t apologize...it is a pleasant surprise.”

“I didn’t know about that, honest.”

Thorin chuckled and slowly opened his eyes, gazing at you so softly. 

“It is alright...I welcome it.”

You smiled at him before getting an idea. 

“Alright, then what about what this means?”

You pressed your head against his, and immediately Thorin smirked and pressed his forehead against yours much more firmly, making you laugh and brace your feet on the floor. 

“Now that is a challenge...and one that you will lose!”

[END]

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