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shiinata-library · 2 years

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Tauriel’s fan

Relationships: Kíli x You (Female reader)

Content: Idiots in love, fluff

Summary: You are a fan of Tauriel and you wake up in Middle-earth, in the middle of Erebor’s quest.

AO3

Note: I have quite a few WIPs, but I have a hard time progressing on them. So here's a little fluffy story with Kíli!

“She's beautiful! You can't even imagine it…” you, a modern woman who had fallen in Middle-earth, said as you were sitting on a log under the starry sky.

“You already told this at least a hundred times! I'm sure she's not that perfect,” Kíli grumbled as he let him fall on his back on the ground.

“Why do you admire her so much?” Bilbo asked.

“Bilbo please. Don't start with that again…” the young dwarf sighed.

Kíli, and his brother next to him, had already heard you talk about Tauriel so many times that they couldn't count it.

When you woke up in Middle-Earth, you didn’t know where you were. You understood it when you saw Thorin’s company coming out of nowhere. They were as surprised as you to see you, but with the goblins and the orcs in pursuit, they had no choice but to take you with them.

The orcs’ part was terrifying but the eagles’ part was fun, especially because you knew Thorin was fine and alive.

They couldn’t abandon you in the middle of nowhere, so you had followed them to Beorn’s house and now, you were outside the house, chatting with some of the company.

“Why? Because she’s beautiful, tall, strong,” you started, counting with your fingers. “She can fight very well, and oh! Her hair is beautiful!” you said with sparkling eyes. “You can’t imagine!”

“But she’s an elf, right?” Kíli laughed as he looked at his brother who laughed too as he was smoking his pipe.

“Yes, but it won’t be a problem, especially for you,” you giggled behind your hand and with mischievous eyes.

“Don’t tell me…” Fíli started before stopping himself, as if speaking aloud what he thought was forbidden.

Bilbo looked at you and Fíli, searching to understand you. Kíli was the same, but he was angrier that his brother understood something without telling him.

“What? What did you understand? Tell me!”

Fíli looked away, avoiding the conversation. Then Kíli tried with you.

“I won’t tell you either! Don’t worry, I’m sure when we’ll find her, you’ll understand what I meant!” you laughed and smiled at Kíli, more and more upset by your behaviour.

Seeing Kíli lost was very fun. You couldn’t wait to see their first encounter, even though you weren’t in a hurry to see the spiders…

She was here, at some metre from you! Tauriel had just saved Kíli’s life and you were all surrounded by a lot of elves. Like all other elves, Legolas was also beautiful, but your eyes were only on Tauriel. She was so elegant, so graceful.

When you were locked in your cells, you couldn’t help but watch her every time she walked before your door. Your cell was next to Kíli’s and you waited quietly for the scene between them.

Since you were locked, you chatted with the two dwarfs next to your cell, but Kíli was clearly more talkative than Dwalin. After a few days, you decided to talk with him about Tauriel.

“So tell me Kíli, what do you think about her? She’s beautiful, right? More than you though, right?” she said, unable to hide your admiration for her.

“About the elf who locked us here?” he started with a grumpy voice. “The only thing I want is to be as far away from her and this forest as possible.”

It wasn’t the answer you expected. Why didn't he fall in love with her? You hoped you didn’t interfere. Maybe he had expected someone better and he was disappointed. He was so upset that you didn’t dare talk with him again.

When you arrived in Middle-Earth, you didn’t want to interfere with the story, except the ending of course. So you let Kíli take the arrow in the leg, knowing it will hurt you to see him suffer so much. It was truly difficult to see him like this. With a pale face and just enough strength to stand up, he did everything to hide he was in so much pain.

The last night at Laketown wasn’t fun. You stayed with him until he fell asleep thanks to ale and Oín’s medicine.

As you didn’t want to interfere even more, you followed Thorin to Erebor, leaving Kíli and his brother with Oín and Bofur. The sadness in Kíli’s eyes made your heart ache, more than you had expected. When he implored you to stay with him with a desperate voice, you almost gave in, but you knew Tauriel would heal him, and maybe his feelings for her would wake up.

Waiting for Smaug to fall on Laketown before entering under the Lonely Mountain was the best decision you ever made. You liked being alive, and you wanted to enjoy Middle-Earth as much as you could!

However, ‘enjoying Middle-Earth’ wasn’t for now. The company’s mood was very different under the mountain. You knew it would be like this, but seeing Thorin falling sick was hard. You could do nothing for him. There was no point in trying.

The waiting for Kíli, Fíli, Bofur and Oín was so long that you started to think they didn’t survive. For two days before they arrived, you regretted your choice and cursed yourself to abandon them there while you knew Smaug would attack the town.

You were searching for the Arkenstone when they found you among the treasure. At the sight of them, you jumped on Kíli and Fíli, and hugged them so much that the three of you fell on a pile of gold coins.

“I was beginning to worry! I was almost coming to get you!” you said, hugging them to hide the tears you were holding. “Tauriel healed you? You see now she’s as great as I told you!”

“Yes, you’re right. You’re right…” Kíli said as he laughed lightly, stroking your hair to comfort you.

“She helped us to escape from Laketown,” Fíli said as you all parted. “You were right. She’s different from the other elves.”

Fíli’s smile comforted you. They were alive. Now, you just had to change the end. Easy, right?

Thorin’s sickness. Bard’s demand. Bilbo’s treason. Gandalf’s intervention.

Everything was taking place as expected!

Now, just before Thorin arrived to join the battle, you took Kíli and Fíli apart with you to talk. At first, they didn’t understand why you asked them to follow you. Then, when you tried to explain to them what will happen outside, they seemed not to believe you. Yet, you explained everything and asked them to never separate from his uncle. No matter what.

They looked at you suspiciously and never promised you anything. You knew they would rather listen to their uncle than you. Of course. But you tried. You really tried, at the risk of passing for a crazy woman.

“Alright, alright. We understand you’re worried for us, but don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” Fíli said with an honest smile. “We’re stronger than you think.”

His words of reassurance didn’t change your concern. How could he be so confident? You knew exactly what Azog and Bolg could do to them, and you didn’t want it to happen. Fíli nodded to you and left you alone with his brother.

Kíli was looking at you with tired eyes, losing hope to join the battle even though you told them Thorin will join them soon. His scarred hands took yours, making your eyes turn from the dark corner where you expected Thorin’s arrival to Kíli’s eyes. He never touched your hands before and even if he didn’t tell you, he was surprised by their softness.

“I know I sound crazy, but I just want you to stay alive…” you sighed as she realised you never saw him so quiet. “Don’t worry, I’m certain Tauriel will find you. She and Legolas will help you.”

“I don’t care about them. Promise me you will stay here safely,” Kíli said, very seriously.

“Why would I leave Erebor? I can’t fight, I would be useless outside,” you said, shrugging as you looked where Thorin should arrive. “Don’t worry about me. Stay with your brother and your uncle. He should arrive soon from one minute to the next.”

“You’re so sure he will join us…” he murmured before clearing his throat and resuming louder. “I-I have something to tell you before, hm, if we join the battle...”

You were barely listening to Kíli. All your focus was on the dark corridor.

Since they found you and you joined them in the quest, Kíli always joked with you and tried to make you smile as much as possible. Maybe he was not as regal as his uncle, maybe he was not as strong as Dwalin, maybe he was not as smart as his brother. He knew he didn’t have a lot of qualities, but making others laugh was one of his best qualities for sure.

Yet, when he saw you smiling as his uncle left his isolation, he didn’t like it. You shouldn’t smile at his uncle. You shouldn’t smile knowing the battle next to them. You shouldn’t smile every time you talk about Tauriel.

You should smile at him. You should look at him. What could he do to get your attention?

As you were looking at Thorin who was welcomed by Fíli, Kíli drew you to a hug. His hands encircled you with such force that you began to feel pain. Focusing back on him, you stroked his back.

“Easy, Kíli, or you'll break my bones!” you laughed at his childish behaviour, thinking he just wanted attention. “If you stay with your brother and your uncle, I’m sure you’ll be alright. Oh, and I’m sure Tauriel and Legolas will join you!”

Nothing in this situation was funny, but you tried to cheer him up. You wanted to follow up to the battle but you would be more a burden than anything else.

Thanks to Oín’s advice, as soon as they leave the mountain, you will clean up and prepare as many rooms as possible for the wounded. You can't sit back and do nothing, so you might as well anticipate and prepare for the end of the battle.

“You should join your uncle. He’s waiting for you,” you said as she moved away from his arms.

Kíli stepped away from you and saw your smile. With all the stories his uncles told them when they were little with Fíli, he had always dreamt of participating himself, but now you were in front of him, he wasn’t sure. His brother's call made him react.

Without a smile he nodded at you and joined his family.

The battle started a long time ago. At the beginning, you didn’t have time to worry because you were busy cleaning and organising the rooms. Yet, when you felt the time pass and no news of everyone, your heart started to ache and anxiety caused you to make mistakes.

It didn’t take you a long time to realise you were worried about Kíli more than the other. During the quest, you were so obsessed with Tauriel that you never thought of the closeness between Kíli and you. Your chats by the fire, his never-ending jokes, your feeling of being yourself when you are with him… He had to be gone for you to realise you were in love with this idiot, cute, and funny dwarf!

You are more stupid than you thought! You were stupidly in love with that stupid dwarf while you were sure he was with Tauriel at that very moment.

When the sun started to go down behind the horizon, the interior of Erebor was darkening. You were leaving a room when you heard many loud footsteps at the entrance. You ran to the large hole that served as the entrance and saw many dwarfs enter. The first to enter was a big dwarf with a long red beard with boar's horns. There was no doubt about it. It was Daín. Why was he the first to enter Erebor after the battle? No time for that type of questions, the wounded had to be organised and healed!

Using your voice as loud as possible, you told them that the left-hand corridor was for the severely injured and the right-hand corridor was for the less injured. They all looked at you as if you were a ghost. They were motionless and open-mouthed.

Daín walked to you with angry behaviour, trying to intimidate you.

“Who do you think you are, human?” he yelled until he reached you.

“I don’t have time for this,” you said with an authoritarian voice and frowning eyebrows. “If you can speak, I guess you’re alright. Corridor right!”

You ignored him and walked to the most injured ones to tell them that you had arranged some rooms for them according to Oín’s explanations. Wounded and tired, they followed you without complaining.

While the moon was high in the night sky, you were still spending your time helping the wounded dwarfs, the less injured. Some healers had arrived when the battle was over, and you let them do. You could only help the less wounded by bringing them water, applying bandages, or helping them to find a comfortable position.

To tell the truth, you were exhausted, but given the state of the dwarfs in front of you, you couldn’t complain. Plus, if you didn’t do something, you would get lost in your thoughts, worrying about Thorin’s company. Some of them like Bombur, Bofur, and Bifur had come back, but a lot of them were still missing.

When the first lights of the sun came through the perforated ramparts and the large hole at the entrance, you decided to take a break. Maybe some minutes of sleeping would be good for you.

After letting Oín know about your break, you walked to a quiet room – the room you used to live in with the company before the battle. There was no bed for everyone when you and the company settled here, and for the Arkenstone's research, some of you were sleeping while others were searching for it. So, you laid down on the closest bed you found.

With the smell of the dull, damaged fabric of the bed, you understood the last person who slept in this very bed was Kíli. It was the same odour you used to smell when you were next to him by the fire. Yet, your fatigue outweighed your concern for him and you were soon asleep.

When your eyes opened slowly, you were laid on the side. With a few candles lit in the room, you took a few minutes to remember you were in Middle-Earth, after the Battle of Five Armies, but still alive. A nap was a good idea! You felt better now, ready to help the injured dwarfs again.

As you wanted to get out of the bed, you felt a strong arm holding you from your back. Once you looked over your shoulder, you saw Kíli sleeping. Your heart immediately skipped a beat. Firstly, because Kíli was alive. Secondly, because he was very close to you. He was clearly spooning you and holding you firmly against him. Even his breathing was blowing in your neck.

Was there no other bed available? You should get up quickly and let him sleep. Was he injured? Of course he was injured, he just returned from war! Why wasn’t he in the infirmary rooms?

You tried to get up but Kíli’s arm was still holding you. If you hadn't moved so much, he could have slept longer, but your movements had woken him up. And Kíli wasn’t a morning person, so he grumbled something before opening his eyes.

Once his arm released you slowly, you turned towards him. The closeness of the two of you has embarrassed you, but it disappeared quickly when you saw the scars on his face.

“Are you alright?” you started as you touched his face, then multiple parts of his body. “Your scars seem deep. Are you injured? Are you hurt somewhere? You shouldn’t be here. You should be with Oín and the other healers! And Fíli, and Thorin? Are they okay? Please tell me they are alive! Kíli, say something or I’ll begin to worry!”

You finished talking out of breath, while that idiot dwarf was smiling at you with the most radiant smile you never saw. Even if dwarfs were known to see well in the dark, you were hoping he didn’t see your cheeks becoming red.

“Everyone is alive,” he eventually said with a tired voice that you suspected to be tired from yelling when he was in the battle.

“I’m so glad…” you sighed, closing your eyes in relief.

Your both hands were gripping his tunic without realising it until you released it as suddenly as you opened your eyes again.

“And Tauriel? Is she alive?”

Kíli dropped his smile and you believed the worst for her. Was she dead because the story changed?

“She’s alive. She is with Legolas,” he grumbled.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry…” you said with a trembling voice, thinking of his poor heart torn because of his one-sided love.

“For what?” he asked with no pain in his voice.

“My poor Kíli,” you pitied him as you stroked his upper arm to cheer him up. “Don’t worry. Now you’re a prince with a giant mountain, an untold number of dwarrowdam will chase after you.”

Was your smile convincing enough? Because it hurt you to tell him that. Now you had understood your feelings for him, it was already hard to talk about Tauriel, so an untold number of dwarrowdam…

Kíli sat up on the bed so suddenly that he winced before speaking.

“What are you talking about? Just stop talking about Tauriel for five minutes, and explain to me what you are talking about,” he said with a serious voice you never heard.

“I was talking that you love Tauriel and if she had rejected you, you'll have plenty of dwarrodams at your feet in a few months,” you replied, crossing your arms against your chest as you were laying with your back on the bed. “Don't take me for an idiot. I know you’re in love with her and I understand it very well. She’s–”

“It’s you I love!” he shouted, startling you from the volume of his voice and what he said. “Stop imagining anything!”

“But I thought you…”

At this moment, your brain had some difficulty understanding everything. You froze a few seconds before speaking again.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t you love her?”

“Because I love you!” he sighed, increasingly losing his patience. “I don't understand what you find so great about her. You’re better than her at everything...”

“Er, no. I don’t think so. I don't even know how to use a bow…”

“Should I understand you don’t love me?” he murmured more for himself than for you. “Or don’t you believe me?”

Your arms uncrossed as you tried to believe what he said. It seemed unthinkable to you.

As you were thinking, Kíli leaned to you. Thanks to one of his forearms, he could stay on top of you while he put his other free hand on your cheek. He was so close to you that you could smell the odour of the war; earth, mud, metal, and blood. His puppy-eyes were a few centimetres from you. As you saw his face still tired and covered with scars, you wondered if he really slept earlier, but the thing that you focused the most on was his lips. Oh Mahal, they were damaged but so close and so tempting. Did he know you were watching his lips?

Oh yes, he knew it. When his lips stretched into a big smile, you understood he knew it.

“I love you since I met you,” he said with a calm voice as he was stroking your cheek.

“What? When I met you, we were running from the orcs to the cliff,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “I was so afraid. I didn’t even remember what I did.”

“You didn’t seem afraid. I had to hold you back when you wanted to come down from the tree to fight the orcs,” he said as he laughed too.

“Oh you’re right! I was so stupid. I even insulted Azog. I would have died if you hadn't held me back.”

“And I would have died with my brother if you didn’t tell us to stay together yesterday…”

Kíli was looking at you with an honest smile. He was so glad that you and he were alive after the quest. The more they approached Erebor, the less sure he was of staying alive to admit his feelings for you. The worst was when you left Laketown and abandoned him. But now, everything was behind him and he could finally enjoy this intimate moment with you.

His intense gaze was making your heart beating so fast. Maybe you should believe him. If he was in love with Tauriel, he wouldn’t be here with you, right? In a bed, moreover.

“I can’t believe I’m more stupid than you…” you said as you stroked his cheek, avoiding his recent wounds.

“I don’t know how I should take it!” he laughed until it made him wince in pain.

“I was stupid to think I could fight some orcs the first time I met you, and I stupidly realised I was in love with you only when you went to the battle,” you said with a cheeky smile.

You thought your confession would take some time to go to his brain, but the effect was immediate.

He leaned to you and his lips found yours easily. They were damaged and dry, but you loved them anyway. You never imagined he could love you, yet he was kissing you now, more and more deep by the way.

His hand gently moved from your cheek to your shoulder, then to your arm, and your waist, to meet your hip. At the same time as him, you ran your hands in his hair and gripped his tunic. Light moans escaped from the mouths of both of you, and you were glad to be alone. When his tongue asked for yours, you let him taste it as much as he wanted.

You stayed like this, kissing each other, for a while until Kíli slipped his hands under your tunic. His fingers on your skin made you unintentionally squeeze your hand on his chest and you felt him whining in pain.

You broke the kiss slowly and looked at him with the same cheeky smile than earlier.

“Do you really think you could go further here, in this room, and now, when you’re injured more than you told me?”

“At least, I would have tried!” he replied with his usual mischievous, cute face.

As you parted from him and got up from the bed, you told him to rest. There will be much to do in Erebor now that the Durins have taken over their mountain.

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years

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THE BARD'S CHARMS

Request: How about some of Dwalin pining over a bard (performer) visiting Erebor?

Pairing: Dwalin x reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: @finnofamerica

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none I think

A/N: I feel like I did not write Dwalin, like, at all 😕. At least I tried lmao, hope you enjoy even if I completely changed the character xdd

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"Mister Dwalin!" the blond prince called my name just as I approached him. "How are the party's preparations?"

"Everything is set up, except from the music." I informed, joining him in his walk. "Balin will send a raven to The Shire with an invitation tomorrow, I told him to include a request for a bard on it."

"My uncle will kill me, but send a raven to Mirkwood too." I couldn't help but snort at the thought of an elf performing for Thorin. "We must require the services of the best bard we can find." Fíli ruled his eyes begging me for support as we moved through the halls of Erebor with a trail of servants behind us. "Spare no expense on it, Thorin's first birthday under The Mountain has to be perfect."

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The morning of the party, I was summoned by the princes at the mountain's entrance. I attended as soon as I could, and when I got there, the two brothers were whispering. Kíli seemed nervous, and Fíli, distressed.

"What you both plotting, lads?" They both looked at me with that look. I stopped dead in my trucks. "What did you do."

"I told Kíli we needed a bard and-" Fíli started.

"I spoke to Tauriel," the brunet continued, immediately exclaiming, "and she found the best bard!"

"She's an elf."

"In Durin's beard—" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Thorin will kill you himself."

"No-" Kíli stalked towards me. "but that's why you need your help!"

"You ought to hear her sing," Fíli spoke, "her voice is the most beautiful sound I've heard."

"Hold on- she's here?" I whispered, peeking over my shoulders in case someone might have heard us. "You brought an elf-maid here?"

"I walked in by myself, sir." a fourth, silky voice made me look over the brothers' shoulders. "No one brought me."

I, myself, noticed how my jaw fell at the sight of her. She was a vision of loveliness; the beauty she possessed was not from this earth.

"Mister Dwalin?" Kíli's chuckle snapped me out of my astonishment and sent me back to reality. "This is Y/n, from Mirkwood. The bard." my orbs went from the brothers to the elf and vice versa. "Y/n is really pretty isn't she?"

"I..." with a smile she captured my eyes again. "Must you complicate things all the time?"

"It's worth it!" Kíli defended their idea.

"Is it?"

"I can assure you it is." she spoke with a confident half smile. "Must I sing to you to prove it, master dwarf?" there was some kind of daring undertone in her voice.

"Nae." I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look as stoic as possible with my heart pounding against my chest. "Won't expose myself to any kind of elvish witchery."

"I believe I do not need witchery to gain your favor, do I?" the knowing grin twisting up the corner of her perfect lips made my blood boil for some reason.

I grunted, fighting to pull my gaze away from Y/n, which earned an amused laugh from her. "I'll try to speak on behalf of the lass." I declared, already walking past the princes. "Only because she's already here."

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We were only starting the celebration when the blond prince approached me and took me away from the rest, supposedly to ask for updates on the bard's topic.

"Did you convince Thorin?" Fíli whispered peeking over my shoulder to check on our king.

"Nae, had no time to do it." I looked over my shoulder to see Thorin. "Since Bilbo arrived, I wasn't able to separate your uncle from him." I turned around with crossed arms and a sigh escaped me as I contemplated the hobbit. "For the sake of the lass, I hope the master burglar can placate whatever reaction Thorin has."

"Don't stress about it. Once she starts performing," I felt his blue eyes on me, "everything will be alright, you'll see."

"Where is that famous bard?!" Thorin's joyful yell triggered a grimace in Fíli's face. I clenched my jaw and my shoulders involuntarily tensed as the servants guide a fancy-dressed Y/n into the hall, along with the instrument she would be playing.

There was an uncomfortable silence, in which Thorin��s eyes searched for answers in the rest of us whilst Y/n prepared herself without any kind of distress.

Just as Thorin was about to complain, Bilbo gripped his arm and pulled him to whisper something in his ear. After a moment, Thorin, still with a weary look on his face, nodded, which gave Y/n the cue to start.

She sang, and as the performance progressed, I wondered if she had put us under some kind of spell.

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The celebration went on an on for an entirety of three days, so, despite Y/n's endurance, she had to take breaks between performances to rest, drink and eat.

No matter where I was, nor with whom I was, my eyes would periodically search for her. I would lose my train of thought, and even become self-conscious of my actions if her eyes laid on me.

The youngest ones noticed that, so did my brother, and they didn't pass a chance to tease me about it as loud as they could, attempting to draw the lass' attention to us.

Thank Mahal, Bilbo kept hogging Thorin’s attention for the most part of the celebration. I wouldn't be able to take whatever opinion my king had on the topic; a dwarf like me, smitten over an elf-maid of Mirkwood.

"Well, master dwarf," her voice startled me, for her steps had been stealthy before she had plopped down in the bench besides me. "was it worth it?"

"Aye, it surely was, lass." I replied, wiping the beer from my beard with the back of my forearm. "Though I have the impression that you know that already."

"Maybe I do." I contemplated her as she grabbed a jar of beer herself. "Did you enjoy it?"

"How could I not?" I stared at the jar in front of me as I spoke. "no words known to me can describe what that voice of yours made a dwarf feel." I grabbed the beer and quaffed what was left of my beverage, hoping the alcohol would somehow mitigate the blush that was already reddening my neck, ears and cheeks.

"Maybe words are not what you need to express what I made you feel." Fíli, who was sitting near us, spit the beer he had been drinking and I had to stop myself from doing the same.

"I see no other way to express it." I lied, not wanting to meet her gaze.

"may I suggest something?" I looked up from my jar and turned to meet her gaze.

Just when I was about to prompt her to do it, she closed the space between us and let her lips place a feather kiss on mine.

Her eyes were now casted down, just like mine had been a moment ago. It took me a minute to realize I wasn't breathing, so I took a deep breath before guiding one hand to grab hers, while the other one held her cheek and brought her lips back to mine.

She let out a chuckle shortly after pulling away from the kiss. "See, mister Dwalin?" her eyes went from mine to our interlaced fingers. "Sometimes words are not needed."

"This may be a stupid thing to ask," I began, trying to keep my voice steady and confident. "But will you let this brute dwarf court you?"

There was a pause in which I feared I would receive a negative for an answer. Dwarven costumes were not the same as elvish costumes after all.

"I would love to say yes," she sighed. "but I'm afraid I will have to leave soon."

"No you won't." Thorin's voice startled us both and my hand would have left hers if she hadn't gripped on it. "I would like to request your services as a bard." he spoke with a half smile on his lips, sharing a knowing look with Bilbo, who had taken a seat in front of us.

"For how long?"

"Depends on how much time Dwalin may need to gain your favor." the dwarves near us let out muffled laughs and I felt my cheeks burning.

"Then it won't be for long." she squeezed my hand and smiled fondly at me. "for he already has it."

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elvish-sky · 3 years

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Look Back {Thorin x Reader}

A.N: A thousand thanks to @guardianofrivendell , who kinda kickstarted this entire fic with their great idea (everyone go check out their work, it’s incredible!). Quick note on character ages- after the five years later bit Sigrid is 20, Otto is 3, and Kieran of course is relative to your age. I honestly really enjoyed writing this, even the parts where it made me cry (a good emotional outlet. Send me more angsty requests!) so I really hope it’s what you wanted, Anon!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Thanks for answering my ask about angst! No worries if it'll take a while, so long as you're healthy and not stressing out about it, I will wait cuz your writing is soo worth it)I was wondering if I could request an either thorin x reader(f!human) or kili x Reader(f!human) where the reader is dumped by them and she moves on (like ends up with an elf or another dwarf) and lives a happy life, and thorin or kili regrets having left them and tries to get them back but sees that they lost their One cuz of their mistake and regrets it? (Is that too angsty?? I'm so sorry if it is!)

Word Count: 4,576. The longest thing I’ve ever written is an angst fic. Huh.

Summary: Thorin doesn’t want to push back against the council when they say you cannot be married.

Pairings: Thorin x Reader, OC (I have those now. Huh.) x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Regret, End of Relationship, Sadness, Fluff

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Look Back

“It is the will of the council that, since Y/N is not a dwarf, the two of you shall not be married, and cannot be together.”

Your head jerked up. You had been expecting pushback, but not a flat-out refusal. Turning your head to look at Thorin, you saw him bow his head in defeat.

“Very well. If it is the will of the council.”

The words hit you in the chest like an arrow. You thought he would fight for you, but no. You weren’t worth it. You rose and left without another word, slipping between the doors as the council watched you go. Balin sighed from his seat midway down the stone table, shaking his head in disappointment at the whole room.

Arriving at your rooms, the ones right next to Thorin’s that you had been so proud of, you started shoving your belongings into a sack, leaving anything that had been given to you by your former love out. You didn’t want any reminders of him, even to see him ever again.

Sadly, your wish to not see him didn’t work, as shown very quickly. Barely three minutes after you had entered your rooms, he came bursting through the carved double doors.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t disobey the council.”

You scoffed, grabbing your few tunics and folding them into the bag.

He continued, “You can stay, we can ask again in a few months, give them more time to warm up to the idea.”

“No. If I’m not worth fighting for now, how do I know I’ll be worth it then?”

You were drawing the string closed on your meager bag of belongings. It was rather sad to think how little you actually owned, versus what had been gifted to you by your former betrothed.

“I’m not going to risk my heart like this, Thorin. I can see that I never actually mattered.”

“Y/N-”

You cut him off.

“You’ve broken promises before, but I never thought you’d break this one, Thorin Oakenshield.”

You had been undoing your courting braid as you spoke, and now flung the bead at him. It fell into his hand, and you didn’t even spare a moment for the pain in his eyes as you slammed the door behind you, leaving a king with everything feeling as if he had just lost the one thing that really mattered.

You arrived at the gates to Erebor to see something rather unexpected. The entire company was gathered there, and you stopped in front of them. They were all gazing at you with unshed tears in their eyes, and looking at them you couldn’t believe how far you all had come from that ragged company running for their lives. It made you sad to think about leaving, when the reminders of what you were giving up were all right there.

“I’m sorry about the council, lass.” Balin was the first to speak. “I tried to sway them, but it just couldn’t be done. I’ll keep trying.”

You mustered a small smile for the old dwarf. “Thank you, Balin, but you don’t have to keep beating a dead horse. We both know nothing will come of it.”

Each member of the company stepped forward and said goodbye, hugging you before moving back to the group. Dwalin settled for briefly squeezing you, before stepping back with a muttered, “I’ll miss yeh, lass.” You saw him surreptitiously wipe a tear from his cheek, and giggled a little.

Nori slipped a few coins into your pocket, as well as a set of lock picks. “You never know when they’ll come in handy.”

Dori was crying as he pressed several bags of tea leaves into your hand. You sniffed them, recognizing the scent of your favorite kind.

Ori was also teary as he quickly wrapped a knitted scarf around your neck. “It gets cold out there,” were his parting words before he retreated to stand next to Dori.

You let out a small laugh as Gloin handed you an ax. “I already have my sword!”

“Yes, lassie, but everyone knows axes are better.” There were gasps of outrage, but you were glad that the dwarf had lightened the mood, even just a little. Besides, the axe truly was gorgeous. A lovely specimen of dwarven craftsmanship, with a beautifully carved handle.

“Is that a dragon?” Gloin nodded, and you marveled at the intricacies.

Bifur approached next, pressing a carving into your hand. You looked at the figure. “That’s me!” He nodded, and you gazed at the detail he had worked in, even the etchings on your sword were visible in the wood.

Bombur handed you a satchel, and you opened it. You gave the dwarf a big hug as you saw the honey-scones packing it to the brim. “My favorite.”

“The recipe is in there too.” You couldn”t resist giving him a second hug of thanks.

Bofur came forward after his brother. “I’d sing you something, but I’m not sure I can do it without crying.” You straightened his hat, which had been set askew by your hug, as he stepped back.

Fili and Kili were last. Fili approached you slowly, but Kili shoved him out of the way and crashed into you. Burying his face in your coat, he whispered, “I really wanted to get to call you Auntie.”

You choked back tears, wrapping your arms around him as his brother joined the hug.

“You’ll write to us?” Fili looked as if he was trying not to cry as well, while Kili had given up and had tears visibly streaming down his cheeks.

“I will.” You broke away with difficulty and gave the group one last look. “Thank you all, so much.” They nodded, and you turned and walked out of the gates, leaving your old love behind.

Thorin watched from the ramparts high above as you left. He knew he had made the right choice for his kingdom, but it hurt. The expression on your face was slowly killing him, and he knew whatever his doubts had been that you had truly loved him. He had loved you too, but he thought he loved his kingdom more. Nevertheless, he found himself hoping that you would turn around, come back, even though he knew he would have to turn you away.

You didn’t turn around.

You didn’t even look back.

*Five Years Later*

You shouldered the door open, arms full of papers. “I’m home!”

“Mama!” A small shape barreled into you and you barely managed to hold onto the papers, handing them to your husband before scooping the three-year-old up.

“Otto! How was your day?” You pressed a kiss to Otto’s forehead before pecking Kieran on the cheek as you brushed by him into the sitting room. There was a fire going, smoke drifting up the chimney and you stood near it, warming hands chilled by the brisk fall air.

“Good! Look what I made!” Otto wiggled out of your grasp and trotted over to the table, where after lots of jumping he finally managed to catch hold of something. He placed it in your lap, and you weren’t sure whether to be mad or touched. You settled for shooting a glare at Kieran before oohing and ahhing over the crudely carved figure.

“It’s you, Mommy! Like the one on the table!”

Examining it closer, you could see something that looked like a sword. It was nowhere near the skill of Bifur’s carving that you still treasured, but it was very sweet nonetheless.

“Wonderful job, darling.”

“Are we going to the market today?” Otto looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Why?” You shot a suspicious glance at Kieran, who assumed a very innocent expression.

“Because Da said that if we went to the market and got ingredients you would make the honey scones!”

“He did, did he?”

Kieran looked guilty as you frowned at him.

“Don’t worry. Let’s put our boots on and head out!”

Otto jumped with excitement and ran to grab his boots.

You crossed your arms and glared at your husband. “I cannot believe you let him use a knife.”

“He’s three! He’s old enough. Besides, I was watching him the whole time.”

“That doesn’t make it any better!” You threw your hands up in exasperation before kissing him.

“But don’t worry, I still love you.”

“I love you too.” Kieran drew you in for a deeper kiss, and you responded enthusiastically.

“Let’s go!!” Your moment was interrupted by Otto, practically bouncing with excitement by the door. You laughed at him and wrapped your scarf, still holding up five years later, around your neck. Linking arms with Kieran, you giggled as Otto tugged on his hat from his perch on his father’s shoulders, and walked out the door.

The streets of Dale were bustling, people going to the market, or the King’s house just down your street.

Having been a hero of the Battle of the Five Armies, and one of two members of the company who had seen reason (the other being Bilbo, of course), you had a close friendship with King Bard. When you had marched into Dale after leaving Erebor, eyes still swollen with tears, he and his children had taken care of you, and it was because of him that you had met Kieran.

Two months after leaving Erebor, you had been helping Bard train recruits for Dale’s army. Most of the men disliked being trained by a girl, but one had taken your advice and training exactly as he would a man’s. He had grown skilled, and after striking up a friendship had asked to court you. You had said yes, even though you weren’t over Thorin, but had quickly fallen head over heels in love. Kieran was perfect. He respected your fighting skills and didn’t mind your closeness to the king. He was sweet, kind, funny, and in his eyes every was perfect until proven otherwise. He always saw the best in people, never the worst. In other words, he was everything Thorin hadn’t been, and more.

The two of you were married in a ceremony officiated by the King Bard six months after he had asked to court you, a year after leaving Erebor. Fili, Kili, and Balin had attended the ceremony, sneaking away from their royal duties for a day on the pretense of a diplomatic mission. You had kept your promise to write, and although the news of you finding someone else was hard for the two princes, they were happy your heart had started to heal. You had gotten pregnant two months later, news which was received with joy from everyone who heard. Upon reading your letter announcing the news that Fili decided to show him in the middle of a council meeting (later recognized as an extremely bad decision), Kili had let out a whoop of joy, looking guilty when everyone looked at him and promptly throwing the letter into the fire. You had laughed uproariously upon hearing this story from Fili the next time he made it to Dale. The day that Otto was born, your heart healed more. You still remembered the pain you had felt leaving Erebor, of feeling like you did not matter, but it was better now. You had been able to keep in touch with most of the company, all who had been to visit at some point after his birth. You didn’t know if Thorin knew you had moved on or had a child, but you were getting to the point where you could forgive him, just a little, for the past.

Swinging your hand entwined with Kieran’s, you made your way through the market, stopping at all your favorite stalls to chat and pick out baking ingredients. Noticing Sigrid, Bard’s eldest daughter, picking up honey, you talked while inspecting the jars.

“Da’s been taking half a jar to put in his tea, lately. I think he’s craving sugar.”

“More than usual?”

You laughed at Kieran’s comment. “Tell him we’re making honey scones tonight. I’ll bring some up later.”

“He’ll appreciate that, although hopefully, Bain doesn’t eat them all first like he did last time!”

“I wanna eat all the scones with Bain!” Otto was feeling left out from his perch.

“I’m sure he’ll be pleased to have the company.” Sigrid giggled at him, passing a flower up to him before waving goodbye.

“She’s a good kid.” Kieran looked after her fondly.

“We’re not that much older than she is!” You pointed this out as you brushed flower petals out of his hair, Otto looking sad as his work was undone.

“Now c’mon. We still need to buy more flour, especially if we’re making scones for Bard!”

You set off again, laughing with your family as you wound through the market. You were in the middle of the artisanal section when a hush fell, the sea of people parting as something made its way through. You kept moving forward, pushing people aside to see what was happening, until you came face to face with Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain.

“Y/N.” He was the first to acknowledge you, looking as if it pained him to do so.

“Thorin.” There were gasps at your familiarity, but you didn’t care. You promptly turned around, grabbing your husband’s hand and dragging him, a silent Otto clinging to his shoulders, away.

You didn’t look back this time, either.

“You didn’t tell me she had a child!”

Thorin was back in Erebor, pacing around his chambers as Balin watched. He had been unable to think properly after seeing you in the market, and Fili and Balin had decided that the best course of action, or at least the one least likely to cause a diplomatic incident, was to reschedule the meeting with Bard and bring him back to the Lonely Mountain.

“You never asked.” Balin had resigned himself to having a hard conversation the minute he saw you in the market, he just didn’t know what exactly that conversation would be like. They had managed to keep the two of you apart for the last five years, but it was bound to happen sometime.

“But...she has a child.” Thorin was devastated.

He had found out that you had kept in touch with the company six months after you left, coming across Kili reading a letter from you in the library. The fact that Kili was in the library in the first place was suspicious enough, and his doubts had been confirmed when he snuck up behind his nephew and read the letter over his shoulder.

His gasp of, “She’s courting someone,” had been loud enough to startle half the library. Kili had jumped and tried to hide the parchment, but Thorin had simply crashed down into the chair, head in his hands.

After taking several deep breaths, all the king said was, “She’s moved on. I have to as well,” before rising and brushing himself off, as if to brush the memories of you away. He had seemed fine, but Fili had heard the muttering coming from his room that night, of loss and grief and mistakes.

After that, they had been much better at hiding their correspondence. The brothers had only decided to tell him about your life one more time, a year after you left, saying you had been married. He had taken that news well, it seemed, but Kili had heard the broken sobs coming from the king’s chambers late that night.

“She cannot be happy with that- that man!” Now, Thorin seemed to be taking this news hardest of all.

“She is, lad. We’ve all seen her with them. They’re a family.” Balin was trying to calm him down, but it just wasn’t working.

“But, she’d be happier here. With me!” He was pacing the room now, raking his hands through his hair in greater distress.

“Thorin,” Balin grabbed him, stopping him so that the two were face to face, “you still love her.”

The king staggered back, falling onto his bed. His head was in his hands again, almost mirroring how he had looked with Kili four years ago.

“Lad?”

“Leave.”

The one word was whispered, quieter than Balin had ever heard his king. He left, closing the door and signaling to the guard outside that the king was not to be disturbed.

The next morning, Thorin walked out of his rooms with an air of purpose about him. He was wearing an old cloak, to not be recognized as the king. Fili and Kili still managed to notice the distinct gait of their uncle and stopped him in the halls right near the gate.

“Where are you going?” Kili looked concerned.

“Balin was right last night. I am still in love with Y/N, so I’m going to bring her back.”

The identical looks of shock on his nephew’s face would have been hilarious in other circumstances.

“You’re still in love with Y/N?!”

“Keep up, Kili!” Fili smacked his brother before continuing.

“Uncle, I hate to say this, but remember how she looked at you yesterday? I don’t think she’ll be happy to see you.”

Kili nodded at his brother’s words. “Besides, you’re the king. How are you going to convince the council when you failed five years ago?”

Thorin looked a little surprised at that, as if he hadn’t quite thought that far ahead, but shook it off. “She will be happy to see me this time. I’m going to Dale.”

“Uncle, no!” Kili tried to block his way, but Thorin shoved past him, disappearing quickly.

“Follow him to Dale, I’ll tell Balin and the rest of the company.” Fili brushed his brother off and turned to go back to the royal wing as Kili disappeared after their uncle.

You were making your way through the twisting streets of Dale, delivering scones to friends as you went. You had stopped at the market to give some to the honey-vendor, who always appreciated them, before turning back the direction you came. You stopped back home to pick up the basket you had made for Bard, walking in on Kieran and Otto stuffing their faces with scones and looking incredibly guilty, before continuing the walk up the hill. You were ushered in by Hakon, as usual (Bard didn’t like keeping servants, he said it made him feel “stuffy,” but a king was afforded certain privileges), and you gave him a grateful smile as he took your heavy scarf to hang up.

“I have scones!” You entered Bard’s office, plopping the basket on his desk from which he immediately grabbed one.

“Delicious.”

You smiled at his praise, laughing as Bain burst through the doorway behind you.

“Did I hear scones?” He quickly dove for the basket, grabbing two.

“One for each hand!” He tried to justify this before shrugging and taking a bite, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’ve got to go home, make sure Kieran and Otto aren’t in a food coma, but I’m glad you like them!”

The king and his son nodded at you, waving goodbye as their mouths were still stuffed with a scone.

“And save some for the girls!” You left with that, laughing at their sad faces.

It was pleasant out, the sort of fall day you looked forward to, so you decided that Kieran and Otto could spare you for a little while, just long enough for you to take a walk on the walls of the city.

The view of the mountain was gorgeous from here. When you had first left, you had spent hours staring, wondering if you had made a mistake by leaving. Now, you just liked to appreciate the view.

“Want to come back?”

You jumped, spinning to see Thorin standing behind you. You hadn’t really paused to look at him the day before, but now you noticed he looked different. Not bad, but it didn’t look as if he’d found happiness the way you had.

He stepped forward. “Y/N. I’ve come to ask you to rejoin me in the mountain.”

Your jaw dropped. “What? Do you want me to move in with my family? That seems like a bad idea.”

“No, Y/N,” he took your hand and you were too surprised to remove it from his grasp, “I want you to be my queen.”

You laughed and jerked your hand away. It wasn’t a sound of amusement, no. It sounded empty.

Hollow.

“We saw how well that went last time.”

“No, Y/N. This time I mean it. Come to Erebor.”

“I’m happy here, Thorin. I have a husband and a child.”

“Your child can come too, and I’m sure I can do much better for you than that man!”

Your cheeks reddened with anger as you balled up your fists, trying to restrain yourself. “I’m happy here, Thorin! I don’t need you to take me to Erebor when I have everything I could possibly want already!”

He looked as if you had physically hit him.

“Y/N, you deserve more than this, though! The council won’t be any trouble this time.”

“And you think you’re the one who can give me what I deserve?” You laughed again, the hollow sound caught by the wind.

“No, dwarf. I have everything I deserve right here and I’m not going to let you ruin it. This is my happiness, and I will be damned if I let you take that away!”

“Y/N-”

“No. I wasn’t worth fighting for then, I know I won’t be worth it now.”

“But I love you, Y/N.”

“And I loved you, once. But you’re too late.”

He watched as you walked away for the third time, knowing that this was the last.

You didn’t look back.

Kieran knew something was wrong the minute you walked through the door.

“Otto, say bye-bye to Mama and get ready to go with Sigrid!” He strode over to you and hugged you quickly before pulling away.

“Sigrid’s going to take Otto for a few hours.”

“Thank you, Sigrid.” You mustered a smile for her as she tugged her boots back on.

“Of course! C’mon Otto, Bain’s waiting!” She giggled as the child trotted out of his room, looking squishy and adorable in his winter clothes.

He ran over to you and you bent down and hugged him.

“I love you, Mama!”

You kissed his forehead before ushering him to Kieran, who got the same treatment before Otto trotted over to Sigrid and grabbed her hand.

“Bye Y/N! Bye Kieran!” You lifted a hand in farewell as they left, waiting for the door to close behind them before collapsing into Kieran’s arms.

He immediately started to murmur to you, whispering reassurances in your ear as he guided you to sit next to him. He waited for your sobs to fade before speaking.

“What happened?”

“I went for a- a walk on the walls and I ran into Th- Thorin,” you choked out, voice breaking when you said his name.

You could see Kieran’s face soften in understanding.

“Did he harm you?”

You shook your head. “He wanted me to marry him. He…” you hesitated as you saw Kieran’s eyes spark with anger, but continued.

“He said you weren’t good enough for me. I told him you were better than I deserved.”

His eyes lightened again and he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you need to talk it out?” That was one of the things you loved about Kieran, he didn’t offer solutions or try to fix all your problems, he just listened. He knew that when you had an issue, you just wanted someone to talk to, not to come up with ideas but just to support you.

You nodded. “I just, I felt so bad for him. And I know I shouldn’t, but he just seems so lonely.”

“Do you want to go back? He’s right, you deserve more than me.”

Your head snapped up. “No! Kieran, why would you think that? I’m happy here. I have the perfect husband and a wonderful child, and I wouldn’t trade any of that for the world.”

He still looked doubtful.

“Kieran, he broke my heart five years ago, and yes, I was in love with him then, but you picked up the broken pieces and helped me heal. I’d never leave you.”

You kissed him on the lips this time, trying to convey just how much he meant to you. “I love you,” you whispered, pulling away.

“I love you too.” He pulled you back in for another kiss. When you broke apart you lay your head on his chest as he moved to lay down.

“Let’s take advantage of the extra rest before Otto gets back.”

You laughed at him and felt the rumble of his chest as his breaths deepened, watching him fall asleep. As you faded into unconsciousness, you couldn’t help but think that after all you’d been through, you were so unbelievably lucky to have found Kieran.

Thorin had never understood what people meant when they called Erebor The Lonely Mountain. Now, walking up to the gates alone, he got it. Something was missing, something that he’d never noticed before but now felt the absence of more keenly than ever. He couldn’t believe that he had failed to win you back. He hadn’t realized just how much he had hurt you five years ago, but the pain in your eyes had made it very clear.

“I’m sorry, Uncle.” Kili appeared next to him as he walked up to the gates.

Thorin ignored him, ignored the salutes and waves he got from his subjects as he made a beeline for his rooms, Kili dashing around in his wake to fix the wounded pride of every dwarf he ignored.

Once Thorin made it to his rooms he locked the door behind him, taking slight delight even through his misery at the thump meaning Kili had crashed into it, before collapsing in his chair.

He still was in shock. No, not shock, he was devastated. It had never occurred to him that you would be happy in Dale, wouldn’t want to rule a kingdom. He had thought that he wasn’t in love with you for the better part of five years, and once he realized he still was he hadn’t thought you wouldn’t feel the same.

A knock sounded at the door. “Please let us in, Uncle.”

Thorin sighed and went to undo the bolts.

Fili and Kili entered, both looking much more subdued than usual. Fili took in how Thorin’s coat was thrown on the floor, his boots tossed haphazardly in each direction and sighed.

“What do you need?” Despite knowing how Thorin had hurt you, Kili couldn’t help but feel bad for his uncle. He had never seen Thorin like this. He looked broken.

“I need to be alone.”

His nephews nodded, actually obeying him for once, and slipped out the door.

Thorin was again left alone with his thoughts. Somehow, he had realized that you had been his One. That was why he had said out to make things better. But he had failed. He had lost his One, the only person who he could ever love didn’t love him back.

Thorin buried his head in his hands, letting out a broken sob. For the fourth time in his life, he had failed. He was too late.

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➡️ Fili and Kili

Remember (Fili & Kili, brotherly affection, rated G)

Her First Word (Kili x Tauriel and their baby OC, Everyone Lives AU, rated G)

Coffee and Cream (Fili x fem!Reader, coffee shop AU, rated G)

Lost My Way (Fili x fem!Reader, rated M)

A Trip to Dale (Kili x Reader, rated G)

Fern Flower (Kili & gender-neutral!Reader, rated G)

The Tunic (Fili x Eiris [OC], rated G)

Potato (Fili x Reader, rated T, Firefighter AU)

Perfect Proposal (Fili x Reader, rated G)

The Shrieking Monster (Thorin&Dis&Fili&Kili family fluff, rated G)

➡️Dwalin

Cookies (Dwalin x Reader, rated T)

Dwalin Has a Bad Day (Dwalin x OC, rated T): [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

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Nightingale (Thranduil x Elf Reader, rated G)

Ashes (Thranduil x Wife, rated T)

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Of Buckets and Weddings (humor, Dis x Vili, rated G)

Scattered Through Time (Dis x f!Vili, rated G, collab with @joyfullynervouscreator)

The Shrieking Monster (Thorin&Dis&Fili&Kili family fluff, rated G)

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By the Bonfire (Bofur x Nori, rated T, collab with @shrimpsthings, rated M)

A Wonderful Dream (Aragorn, Merry and Pippin & fem!reader, rated G)

Of Trolls and Entwives (Ori x reader, rated G)

Frerin and the Terror from the Deep Mines (Frerin & fem!Dwarf OC, rated G)

At Dawn (Haldir x Reader, rated T)

The Princess of Dol Amroth (Eomer x Lothiriel, rated G)

Waiting (Boromir x OC, rated G)

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Fond Of This Dwarf - Thorin Oakenshield

Requested By: @heyitsgarnet

Hi! I really love your writing! Could I request a Thorin x elf reader who's with the company? He's kind of an doushe to her but then she saves his ass from orcs or something and he's like "oh shit I'm in love." thank yooou! <3

This probably isn’t exactly what you were looking for but I think it’s sweet and does just a good a job. I’m so sorry it took me forever to finish your request, I really wish I could’ve done something for you sooner. Thank you so much for being patient

Warnings: Probably a bad word somewhere lmao. I guess racism??? Angst. Fluff. Mentions of war and death. Pretty much it, I reckon.

Words: 2,331

Parings: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (x elf reader) (x female reader)

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How on Middle Earth had Gandalf think adding you to a company that consisted of multiple dwarves were a good decision you’ll never quite know. You’re completely certain that the grey wizard knew of the dwarves hatred for elves, of course he knew, definitely explains the precautions he had taken when introducing you to those who you were to travel to the lonely mountain with.

Luckily, that hatred slowly dispersed as time passed during your journey. All the dwarves had eventually taken a liking to you, apart from the ever grouchy, complacently brooding Thorin Oakensheild. Even Dwalin had begun to be a more civilised dwarf towards you, for Valars’ sake!

The first one to show some form of kindness to you were Balin. Obviously, he had reason to be all sorts of rude and crude towards you because of your race but you figured he has witnessed enough hostility within his lifetime so refused to show any when truly nessicary.

Ori had been next. It took some time considering he was under the watchful eyes and influential words of his older brothers. Fílí and Kílí followed after that and before you knew it, they all began to follow suit.

Needless to say, you and Bilbo had no issues from the get-go. In fact, you were and still are joined at the hip. And Gandalf, well, he’s Gandalf. You’re not even sure he can actually hate anything.

The journey had been long and treacherous, but you were getting closer and closer each day, even with each and every hindrance and snag you faced. Running everyday for survival is outright exhausting but utterly needed, which is what you were currently partaking in.

“I spy-“

Ori was swiftly cut off with a collective groan from the company whilst you and Bilbo shared an amused look, no doubt Gandalf had a similar expression across his face at the front of the group.

“Not again, lad, for the love of Mahal, please.” Dwalin grumbled as he pressed his fingers against his forehead as if trying to sooth a forming migraine. Ori visibly deflates and sighs quietly, looking like a kicked puppy.

“No, go on, Ori. I’ll play with you.” He perked up just as quickly as he had been denied moments earlier. He beamed up towards you as he straightened out his posture.

“I spy, with my little eye, something…beginning with…T!”

“Tree.” The company’s response was almost automatic, the answer as clear as daylight.

You and Bilbo chuckled before you both turned your attention to the dwarf beside you once again looking down and ashamed. “Don’t worry, Ori. I’m sure as we get closer to the lonely mountain, we’ll find more things to spy.” Bilbo’s encouragement was so sweet that you just had to jump in and help brighten the young dwarfs sour mood also.

“Definitely. Don’t get me started about the endless possibilities for ‘I spy’ inside Erebor.” Ori smiled his widest smile towards you and the hobbit as the others chuckled. All finding amusement in your merriment of a silly childs’ game. All except one.

“You humour me how you would think I would allow you to step foot inside my mountain.”

All humour, all happiness quickly faded until there were scowling faces amongst everyone. You furrowed your shaped eyebrows and slowed to a stop and burn holes into the back of Thorins’ head. You shook your head and began to walk once more with haste, shouldering the rude dwarf as you pass him and race ahead of the company.

You wouldn’t admit it, not verbally, not so outwardly, but his words and distain towards you hurt, very much so. Even though Thorin has shown nothing but his dislike towards you, you couldn’t help to admire his strong will, his caring side that he had shown his kin, his handsome appearance-

-‘NO! Y/N, stop it!’ You scolded yourself mentally as you shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts just as quickly as they had entered your mind once more. He didn’t like you, not your race at least. He made that more than obvious for you and everyone around you.

You sighed inwardly before slowing your strides, allowing the company to catch up to where you had stormed off. You could hear the scolding the few bold enough to do so were giving Thorin, though you knew that the probability of him actually considering of what they were saying were nought.

Someone, who you presumed to be Gandalf, cleared their throat, noting the proximity between you and the group now they have caught up to your small steps. The silence consumed the company as they all sluggishly dragged their feet as they trudged along, awkwardness surrounding each and every dwarf, once again, all except that stubborn royal pain in the jacksie.

“Out of the way, elf.” He spat the name of your kind with such distain and disgust that your heart panged with an immense pain, your chest tightened, your intake of breath quick and sharp. You felt the burning of tears build up within your eyes as he passed you gruffly but refused to let them fall.

You will NOT seem weak in front of people- no, dwarves- like him. Bilbo caught up to walk beside you and places a gentle, comforting hand on to your forearm, smiling up at you sympathetically. The rest of the walk was silent, that was until you all heard the shrill cry of an orcs horn.

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Your lungs begged for air, every inch of muscle within your body burned and longed for rest. Fatigue was catching up with all of you and fast.

“We cannot run any longer, we must stand our ground!” You couldn’t tell if Dwalin was pleading or trying to be demanding with Thorin and Gandalf, all you knew was that his tone was as brass and harsh as usual.

“We can take them, of do you really have such little faith towards your company, Thorin?!” You huffed, clearly just as agitated and enraged as the others.

Thorin halted immediately and swiftly turned on his heel to face you, a deep, raging fire of hatred filled his gaze. He groaned in aggravation and drew his sword, ensuring the others quickly followed suit. You deeply exhaled through your nose and you spun yourself around to face the oncoming threat as you unshouldered you bow and raising it higher.

You withdrew an arrow from your quiver, quickly lining your body perpendicular towards the enemy and drawing the arrow back towards your cheek, staring down the length of the arrow. You exhaled as you released your firm grip and so, first blood had been drawn.

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It was nearing the end of the gruelling battle but in truth, it was difficult to tell, exhaustion taking over every single one of the company. It felt as though the enemy just kept coming, multiplying as you take a singular orc down.

Blood coated you and the others, mainly that of orcs and Wargs alike, dried and cracked. As you took down yet another enemy, you heaved out a shaky breath, exhaling heavily with a slight groan.

You looked towards the others, all seemingly fairing well, all grouped together, all except, you guessed it, Thorin. Two orcs atop their Wargs brought the dwarf down on to the hard, filthy ground, defenceless, weapon astray. He crawled backwards, even that looked like such a struggle for him though.

The Wargs snarled and growled as they closed in on the drained dwarf, the orcs straddled upon their fur coated backs grinning wickedly. As quick as a whippet, you powered through your own exhaustion and pain and sprinted towards the predators closing in on their prey.

You released a cry of anger and frustration as you withdrew your elven sword from its place on your back before bringing it down on to the beasts head, emitting a pained whimper before it fell harshly against the floor, body now limp and lifeless.

The orc that once sat atop the dead creature stood from where it landed next to its Wargs’ corpse with a seething anger and charged towards you. You swiftly cut him down and turned your focus to the final orc/Warg duo all the while Thorin looked on with wide eyes and bated breath, watching you with a new found admiration.

Almost as quickly as the last, you had taken down the enemy and collapsed down to your knees, exhaustion washing over you completely. Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you inhaled and exhaled heavily in repeat.

“Are you…okay lass?” Balin approached you cautiously as the others watched on, concern and their own tiredness evident on their faces. All you could offer in response was a single nod of your head.

Thorin snapped out of his reverie and slowly came to a stand, but before he could proceed to close the gap between the two of you, you raised to your own feet and began to walk away from the group. “We should keep moving. No doubt another pack or two is a day behind them.”

“Yes, Miss Y/N makes a valid argument. Come on.” Gandalf had gruffly agreed with the statement made from over your shoulder. And with that, the company tiredly trudged further along, leaving behind the corpses of their slain foes and the final dwarves’ disdain towards you.

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“We make camp here.” Thorin’s authoritative command travelled throughout the clearing within trees and into the ears of the company. Pained grunts, relieved sighs and heavy knapsacks thudding against the ground were Thorin’s confirmation that he had been heard.

He dragged his feet as he walked over to lazily slump against the bark of a sturdy tree, exhaling heavily through his nose and closing his eyes, basking in the knowledge that he lives to see a new day. His eyes barely reopen as he scans across each and every member of the company. Or at least, nearly every member.

He luckily caught a smidge of your form disappearing past the treeline and his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Surely you were tired? You had to be from all the walking and fighting you’ve done. Why would you head off away from the others?

With a huff of air, he pushed himself from his leaning position against the sturdy trunk and headed off towards the direction you disappeared in. Thorin kept himself quiet as he walked weaved passed trees, his strides small and light footed. He came to a slight clearing which was perfectly illuminated in the moons light, a heavenly glow across the small, vacant area.

And then he spotted you.

Sat precisely in the centre of it all, eyes softly closed, eyelashes resting on your cheek ever so delicately, the light breeze brushing your hair back from your face, a face that, even though is covered by the dried and cracked crimson smears, looked fair and filled with serenity, a calmness that was affect Thorin in many ways.

He had become so entranced that he hadn’t realised that he walked out into the opening further as he stared, stared at someone who he considered the enemy for far too long, at someone who he now admired, at someone who has kindled a newfound feeling deep within him.

“Are you going to keep standing around like some lemon or are you going to join me?” the sudden sound of your voice actually caused the dwarf to jump ever so slightly, taken off guard. You peeked an eye open, finding the situation amusing at a miniscule amount.

Thorin cleared his throat and wiped his hands down his front with a tinge of nervousness before making his way over and lowering himself beside you, arms rested atop his knees. A silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable passed before he spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

The simple two-word statement accompanied by his deep, gruff voice caused your eyes to widen slightly and snap your head towards the dwarf to your right. “W-what?”

“I’m sorry. For how I acted before. It wasn’t fair of me to judge you based purely off of who, or rather what, they are. I’m greatly disappointed with myself. Please forgive my ignorance.”

You were flabbergasted. THE Thorin Oakenshield, a prideful and stubborn dwarf, was apologising, hell, even begging, for your forgiveness. Thorin must’ve thought you were trying to imitate that of a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing multiple times as you searched for the right words to proceed.

You recomposed yourself impossibly fast before flashing the sheepish, nerve wracked dwarf in royal blue and furs a kind, sweet, small smile. “It is okay, Master dwarf. It isn’t as if you had no base reason for your hatred towards my kind. Hopefully, like the rest of the company, we may put our bad blood behind us and move forward working together.”

Thorins’ sigh of relief was large and fairly loud, causing for a small giggle to pass your lips. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards and he flashed you the smallest, microscopic of smiles. “I’m glad. Oh, and thank you. For saving me.”

You gazed at him with such a soft and gentle expression that he was certain he could have melted at the sight. “Your most certainly welcome.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his hair covered cheek before ever so gently laying your head atop his broad shoulder. His whole body tensed at the actions before slowly unwinding, leaving him red in the face and bashfully playing with his fingers.

A peaceful, comforting silence quickly engulfed you two as you sat side by side, his arm now loosely wrapped around your waist, basking in the beautiful surrounding area. You weren’t sure how long you two had sat within each other’s embrace, but you weren’t one to rush a nice thing when it presented itself, so you continued in your contented bliss with a dwarf you had grown quite fond of. Fond of indeed.

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AAYYYYOOOO IS THIS AN UPLOAD??!

That’s right ya dang bunch of cutie pies, I ain’t dead

My uploading is still extremely slow but I thought, since I’m close to being on top with my college work, I would finally finish this fic

It’s weird and probably makes no sense but it’s the best I can do with the amount of stress I’m enduring ‘cause of college so bare with me peeps

Anywho, I hope you enjoy reading this

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

Info: So this is going to be going by fandom, and then character, and as I write more, I will add more! Also, I only put characters that I have written fics for in the past, but I will write for most characters within the fandom in time!

REQUEST INFORMATION

MARVEL MATCHUP INFO

MUSIC SCENARIOS

Symbols

💖= Fluff

🥀= angst

😮= slightly more mature, should not show up too much, mostly means it is a darker story

HEADCANONS

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

Boromir

- Abandoned 💖

- Abandoned Part 2 💖

Pippin

- Dating Pippin Took would include... 💖

MARVEL

Tony Stark

- Abandoned 💖

- Abandoned Part 2 💖

- What they would be like on your period 💖

Steve Rogers

- How Steve Rogers would ask you out, circa 1944… 💖

Bruce Banner

- What they would be like on your period 💖

ONESHOTS

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

Haldir

- Leaving (Haldir x GN!Reader) 🥀 🥀

- Warmth (Haldir x GN!Reader) 💖

Pippin

- A Peculiar Hobbit (Pippin x Fem!Reader) 💖

Boromir

- My Lady (Boromir x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Sunsets and Blankets (Boromir x GN!Reader) 💖 🥀

Legolas

- Reese’s Puffs (Legolas x Fem!Reader) 💖

Aragorn

- Mistaken (Aragorn x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Wishes (Aragorn x Fem!Reader) 🥀

Faramir

- Always there (Faramir x GN!Reader) 💖 🥀

- Once Upon a Dream (Faramir x Fem!Reader) 💖

Eomer

- Bridal Style (Eomer x Fem!reader) 🥀

- Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader) 💖 🥀 😮

- Sleepless nights (Eomer x GN!Reader) 💖 🥀

- Sunrises (Eomer x GN!Reader) 💖

Eowyn

- Sunshine (Eowyn x GN!reader) 💖 🥀 (depending on the ending you read)

Fili

- Clear Waters (Fili x Fem!Reader) 💖

- My Wife! (Tullaina x Fili) 💖

Bilbo

- Never Was (Bilbo x Elf!Reader) 🥀

- Never Was Part 2(Bilbo x Elf!Reader) 💖 🥀

Frodo

- Missed It (Frodo x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Missed It Part 2 (Frodo x Fem!Reader) 💖 🥀

Dwalin

- Lighting a Fire is Harder Than it Seems (Dwalin x Male!reader) 💖 🥀

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

- Hospital Room (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) 💖

Natasha Romanoff

- Red (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) 💖

Peter Parker

- Happier (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) 🥀

Steve Rogers

- Volunteer (Pre-Serum Steve x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Volunteer part 2 (Pre-Serum Steve x Fem!Reader) 💖

Tony Stark

- Time goes on (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader) 💖 🥀

Bruce Banner

- Dammit Tony (Bruce Banner x Fem!Reader) 💖

- Wind-blown Car Drives (Bruce Banner x GN!Reader) 💖

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thewildomega · 4 years

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Master list - Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield

Alpha Dwarf - So this is my first Hobbit fan fic. Yay! So basically this is an alpha Thorin and Omega Reader Fanfic. Will do more. Just a story I came up with in my head. Let me know what ya'll think.

For Me? - Hi uhm, could you maybe do a birthday fic plz? My birthday is coming up in 11 days and i was just wondering. Uh maybe make it something like a thorin or kili x reader and they find out her birthday is that day? And then they like go to all this trouble to set up a really nice day for reader and then like smutty at the end maybe?(if not comfy with smut its cool) and just something cute plz? Tyvm! Love your work btw. Sorry you wont be around much longer Youre great(not tryin to be rude at all)

Short

Lion, Wizards and Dwarves oh my! - From the ask... After the battle of five armies. Thorin is currently courting you, you´re not from Middle-Earth originally and he had for beginning high doubts about you but you proved him wrong and he fell in love with you. Erebor is in peace and is thriving. But that happiness isn´t going to last as an dwarrowdam from the Iron Hills arrives in Erebor with hopes that Thorin Oakenshield would agree to marry her after all these years. She was in love with him when she saw him in the Blue Mountains, Thorin was kind to her but didn´t love her. When she discovers that Thorin has already found his One and it´s a human girl she vows to have her revenge because of the broken heart. She finds a wizard who casts a spell on him which turns him into huge black lion. When you see Thorin in lion form you´re panicking because you don´t know it´s Thorin but luckily he can still communicate with you. So now you´re forced to deal with Erebor´s kingly duties with male lion beside you and that causes quite a few hilarious commotions around the corridors time to time. Luckily Balin has been able to make contact with Gandalf who is on his way to help you.... ( A/n: oh you are lucky I love you! will be a two part fic)

Different Kind of Afterlife - When Thorin is killed by Azog the defiler he drifts off into what he expects to be the afterlife but things are not as he thought they would be. Based off of a dream I had. Story was too good to pass up, Hope ya like it.

Porn Star Dancing - Quick drabble of Thorin being stuck in our world for a while and living with the reader and learning what it is she does for a living. Way out of my comfort zone but writing for a friend for her birthday. Hope you like it and let me know what ya'll think.

Born this Way - Elves and Dwarves despise each other so for someone to be of both races would be considered a down right freak of nature, a mistake. Hated by everyone because of what you are you find it hard to believe when Gandalf, one of your only friends asks you to help your fathers race. You knew you would not be accepted but maybe a king will learn a lesson or two along the way...

The Sick Thief - Hi. I'm sick rn and I was wondering if I could get a fan fiction where the dwarves have returned to the mountain and Thorin has the dragon sickness? His s/o is bed ridden with a terrible cold and he assumes that that means she took his stone, so he barges into her room to confront her and sees her having a coughing fit. When he tries to talk to her he hears how congested she is? Thank you, I know this is a lot. (I'm still sick btw... Ugh!) Lol.

Rut Tired - Got this a while back and I am a horrible person that has only yet to start it but here it is. Basically you are Thorin's intended mate but he is an alpha and you are human and normal. Thankfully she is letting me use some of her work for inspiration. Sorry again for it taking so long.

The Hunt - So I was asked to write more Alpha Thorin fics and yall all know those are my thing so here you go. Basically Omegas are rare and in the dwarven community priceless. So when one is born and comes of age they are forced to go on a run and be hunted like sport to see who their alpha will be.

Darkness - When Thorin finds out that Reader helped Bilbo give away his Arkenstone he decides to make an example of her.

Beorn

The Bear and the Wolf - Beorn is the eldest son of the king of bears. He is known best by his clan for being incredibly strong and overbearing at times. So what will happen when he is brought face to face with the girl he has been arranged to marry, the only daughter of the alpha wolf. Will he force the free spirited shewolf to change? Many trials lie ahead for the totally opposite skin changers. But will they make it through it?

Not Enough - Reader overhears Gandalf and beorn talking about a proper mate for him.

Colliding Worlds - Beorn had accepted that he would die alone. That he was the last skin changer but what if he was wrong. What is two wizards knew of another that had been sent away when the orcs came.

Less of a Man - Was thinking what it must have been like for beorn in azog's prisons.

Frisky Bear - Hi OMG i just wanted to say I love you Beorn stories and I was wondering if you were going to do more with the Less of a man series? also was wondering if you could do one with him where maybe the bear him like gets frisky towards his wife or whatever....NOT bestiality or anything but maybe just little stuff. If not I understand I'm weird I know. Sorry. Thanks.

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Bofur

Down in Goblin Town - Bofur must hide his wife from the goblin

When you’re Ready - so need a bofur imagine; preferably one about being lost in the tolkien world from our own and he takes you in, until he learns you're an omega and his instincts are to watch over you until you're ready to be his mate!!

Sometimes Serious - Just some Bofur fluff. Pre hobbit.

Dwalin

Fight like a Girl - Unexpected events convince Dwalin that his wife needs to learn to fight. don't know how good is going to turn out but oh well. Just a little thing I thought of before bed.

Thranduil

Hold Still - The elf king has to get a hair cut and doesn't like it. Written for my best friend hope you feel better soon.

Say Too Much - Trade up for my dear Ashely_Winchester_77... could you do Thranduil x reader where they have been fighting. And he almost loses her to orc in battle. And fluff happens later, plz! :-)... now i get my beorn fic YAY!

#the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #bofur x reader #dwalin x reader #thranduil #thranduil x reader #beorn #beorn x reader

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fiction-drabbles · 3 years

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Hi! I love ur writing so much!! Could I request Fili x reader with the prompt #26 and #27?

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I had some writers block for a minute while writing this. Thank you so much for liking my writing and requesting. Please feel free to request anything whenever you think of it! I love being able to write out what people want to read.

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1376

Warnings: Fluff and one mild curse word

Rivendell is a beautiful place, full of grace and elegance, and you can understand why Bilbo is so entranced. However, unfortunately, grace and elegance are not words typically used to describe you and every second spent in this place is a reminder of that. Beautiful elves wearing majestic dresses and intricate hairstyles wander around as you, in your dirtied boots, tunic and slacks attempt to pull twigs out of your unruly (h/c) hair as an elf maiden leads you toward a room to get cleaned up.

“Hopefully soon I’ll be able to blend in at least a little more,” you think to yourself.

After thoroughly scrubbing your skin and hair clean of the offending dirt, you reluctantly exit the warm bath. You have to admit that, after bathing in rivers and streams, a warm bath feels heavenly. Your thoughts are interrupted at the realization that your clothes are nowhere to be seen. In their place is a beautiful (f/c) dress that, as you put it on, you notice is too long for your short stature. Stupidly tall elves.

“I see you found the gown left for you. Unfortunately your clothes were far too dirty to be washed, but replacement clothing will be delivered to you after the meal,” chimes a light voice behind you.

Spinning around, you find the elf maiden that had led you here.

“Would you like help with your hair,” she asks.

Nodding, she leads you to a vanity where she begins intricately braiding your hair with delicate fingers. As she goes on, your head feels heavier and a slight ache begins to form from the extravagant style atop your head. After some time, she steps back and motions for you to follow. Once again, she leads you through the halls of Rivendell. Getting closer to where the meal is taking place, you can hear the ruckus of the dwarves you had come to love and a smile forms on your lips.

That smile instantly drops, however, when you enter the room and the dwarves go silent when they see you. Awkwardly, you go to move toward the empty chair left for you, when you step on the hem of the borrowed gown. You stumble, expecting to fall, when a pair of arms reaches out to catch you and you look up into the blue eyes of the eldest prince. The dwarves laugh and go back to their conversations while you righten yourself, a blush spreading across your (s/c) cheeks.

“Sorry! This stupid dress is far too long and obviously I’m unaccustomed to wearing dresses recently since we’ve been traveling so I stepped on the hem and my hair is way too heavy so that didn’t help me regain my balance,” you ramble quickly.

“Good thing I was here to sweep you off your feet then,” chuckles Fili as he pulls your chair out.

The meal, as with any meal with the dwarves, is rowdy and full of loud voices and even louder laughter. Your group travels from the meal area to where you will be sleeping that night. You’re met there by the elf maiden offering you new travel clothes which you gladly accept. After a quick change out of that damned dress, you meet back up with the dwarves where they’re celebrating under the night sky.

“Now that looks more like the lass we’ve been traveling with,” calls Dwalin, alerting the others to your presence.

“I feel more like the lass you’ve been traveling with,” you laugh.

Walking to the remaining open seat, you look up at the sky and take a deep breath. You can hear the loud laughter of the dwarves, the smell of the fire they have going, the feel of the cool night air on your face. This feels much more natural, more calming, than a meal with elves and dresses and fancy hair. It makes you itch to explore, to wander around under the stars.

“I think I’m going to walk around for a little while. Enjoy the calm while it lasts,” you state as you stand, making your way toward the garden.

“I’ll join you. A maiden shouldn’t wander alone at night,” says Fili.

“Yes because I haven’t made it clear enough with the orcs and trolls that I can hold my own should some unfortunate man try anything,” you laugh.

“May Mahal help the poor soul that does that,” agrees Fili.

As you wander deeper into the garden, the more the ache in your head grows. You may have changed into better clothes, but you had forgotten to undo the complicated hairstyle you had been given. Sighing, you begin picking at it, attempting to undo it and failing as you have no idea what had been done.

“How do elves wear their hair like this all the time? My head feels heavy and is beginning to ache and I can’t figure out these confounded knots without pulling my hair out,” you rant, practically growling at the growing mess atop your head.

Fili is quiet for a moment and you assume he had just rolled his eyes at your outburst. He then stops, gently grabs your arm, and clears his throat. You notice he seems a little awkward.

“I could help if you’d like. I mean, if it would make you uncomfortable, I can go find an elf maiden to help, but since I’m here and it’s bothering you I just thought I could help,” he rambles.

He had spoken so quickly that you almost couldn’t understand what he said but, after a moment, a blush erupts on your face.

“Isn’t touching someone’s hair something intimate in dwarven customs,” you ask quietly.

“Yes and I was planning on asking this in a better way so I wouldn’t trip over my words, but obviously I’m not doing very well with that so maybe while I’m helping you undo your hair, I could braid this in at the same time,” he rushes.

He extends his hand and, in his palm, lies a silver bead with a design carved into it. It takes you a moment before you remember Balin teaching you about courtship beads and how a dwarf will braid one into the hair of their intended. Realization dawns on you that he’s not simply asking to help with your hair, but that he wants to court you. You! Can dwarves even court someone outside their race? Can someone from the line of Durin, royalty, do that?

“What would Thorin say? And Kili? I’ve not even met your mother yet, what would she think,” you ask.

“I already spoke to Uncle Thorin and he approved of the idea after some talking. Kili’s been trying to convince me to court you from the moment we stepped into Bilbo’s home,” he explains.

Reaching out, you touch the cool metal of the bead.

“I was hoping you would do this since then as well,” you mutter, looking up to meet his eyes.

He smiles and gently begins untangling your hair. When he can finally run his fingers through smoothly, he turns you to face him once again. Taking a small portion of hair at your temple, he begins braiding it. Eventually, you see the silver bead glinting in the moonlight, accented by your (h/c) hair.

His hand slides across your face, leading you to meet his eyes. His thumb runs across your cheekbone, down to your lower lip, and he smiles at you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that,” he whispers.

Before you can do much more than blush, his lips meet yours. His kiss is soft, gentle, and full of love. You don’t doubt what you mean to him in this moment.

As you two part for air, something above you catches your eye. Looking up, you smile as you see a streak of light pass in the sky, reminding you of when you were little and would wish upon them.

“Shooting star! Make a wish,” you laugh as you point it out.

Fili looks from the star back to the bead glinting in your hair, seeming to glow a similar color as the stars above you, and smiles lovingly at you.

“I already have what I would wish for,” he murmurs, kissing you once again.

#fili #fili x reader #fili x you #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #The Hobbit fic #the hobbit fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fili fanfic #the hobbit fili

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ladylouoflothlorien · 4 years

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Hello! May I please request a Spirit! Thorin x Female! Human! Reader where Erebor is in the process of being rebuilt after the events of BOTFA. R, who is helping overlook the construction, often goes to Thorin's tomb at the end of the day and often just talks and falls asleep there. Thorin has always been present, and R discovers this when Thorin figures out a way to speak to R. Maybe a bit of fluff/comedy to help the bittersweet angst, if you can. Thank you so much! Sry if it is too specific!

I’m so sorry this took so long to get up!! But here it is!! It’s probably a little angstier than you were hoping for as I couldn’t really find a way to insert any comedy in it, but still I hope you like it anon :)

Lay Your Ghosts to Rest

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“Honestly I thought they wouldn’t actually let me come down here.”

It was the first thing Thoin heard when he woke up. A woman’s voice, too high to belong to any of his kin, but not irritating enough to belong to an elf. A human woman, then. Thorin sat up. When he saw his hands and - horrified - looked through them, everything came flooding back. Ravenhill, his nephews, Azog, himself…

“I thought dwarves were supposed to be secretive. Then again, I suppose you were a public figure. Still, the grave of a King…”

Thorin looked at the woman finally as her voice trailed off and saw she was kneeling beside a solid stone coffin that, after a moment, he realised was his own. The sick feeling in his gut was not at all alleviated by the two similar coffins on either side of him. As exalted as he knew the company would now be, the only two members who would ever be buried beside him would be his sister-sons.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

The woman laughed quietly, presumably at herself, and then slouched. Her whole body seemed to deflate. When she spoke again her voice was much quieter, and Thorin had to strain his ears to make out the words.

“This is stupid, I’m talking to a corpse.”

Well, it was the truth, but that didn’t make it any less difficult to hear. The woman pulled herself up off the floor and seemed to collect herself.

“Well, I hope you’re resting in peace.”

He wasn’t.

With that, the woman appeared to be done. She turned and left the room without a second thought, completely oblivious to the ghost of the King she left behind.

Thorin could not leave the burial chamber. He could walk right through the stone of his own coffin, but he could not walk through the carved stone archway despite the fact that the only thing in his way was air. So far his afterlife had been long periods of boredom interspersed with brief periods of intense guilt and self-loathing.

A week had passed since the woman had first appeared, and he had not seen her since, but he’d had other visitors. Balin and Dwalin had visited together, and whilst the older of the two brothers had barely stepped foot into the room, Dwalin had made it a little further before all but falling to his knees as his strength left him and his whole body was wracked with sobs. Thorin had done his best to comfort his bâheluh, but just as the woman before them neither Dwalin or his older brother had even known he was there.

Bilbo had come too, a visit that was particularly difficult for Thorin, as he knew that where the others might visit him from time to time he would likely never see his little friend again. Mahal knew he had a lot to make up for where the Hobbit was concerned, and now he’d never get the chance. The burglar had tearfully promised - though no doubt didn’t truly believe Thorin could hear - to plant the acorn in his garden, that it would have pride of place, and when it grew into a tree he would name it Oakenshield after him. Apparently Hobbits were in the habit of giving names to the more established and important plants in their gardens.

Perhaps the strangest visit of all was the elf who came and cried over Kili’s coffin for the better part of an hour, closely watched by none other than Thranduil himself who hovered at the entrance of the room. Thorin had been able to make out bits and pieces of their conversation, though it had been in Sindarin - he’d been forced to take lessons before the fall of Erebor - and it had been something of a surprise to him to learn that Elves, though immortal, could die of heartbreak. It seemed that this elf would soon be leaving the shores of Middle Earth to escape that same fate.

The woman came to see him again, eventually. He watched her enter. She seemed unsure of herself, as someone who had been given access to an area normally off limits and still felt like they shouldn’t be there. Thorin was left to wonder how many people had free access to his grave, and how many had to ask permission every time they wished to enter.

She came and settled beside his coffin in the same position she’d been in when Thorin had first awoken.

“I... uh... I’m back.”

Well that was one way of starting what would be a very one-sided conversation, though clearly she was more trying to psych herself up to actually talk out loud rather than keeping her thoughts hidden inside her head.

“You know, it seems unfair. You risked everything to get Erebor back for your people, and now you don’t even get to see it being restored.”

The pause that followed stretched out far longer than was comfortable, but she seemed lost in her thoughts all of a sudden. Thorin found himself genuinely curious as to what she had to say, and he wished he had some way of prompting her back to reality. As it was, he simply had to wait. Patience was never a trait he’d been known for.

“I don’t really know why I feel the need to do this but… I want to come and tell you about how the reconstruction is going.”

She paused and rested a delicate hand on the edge of Thorin’s coffin, seemingly drawing strength from the cold stone. Still, Thorin’s attention was caught. He couldn’t think of a reason why a human woman would be so involved in Erebor’s reconstruction that she would feel the need to seek out the kingdom’s dead monarch and tell his corpse how it was going. Then again, he wouldn’t have turned his nose up at information, even if he could communicate with her in some way.

“I’m helping to organise it, the reconstruction I mean… It’s a big job, and there aren’t enough dwarv- dwarrow here to do both the building and the organisational work. There are some humans who are helping with the menial labour, but for the most part, anyone actually doing the task of building is a ‘child of mahal’, as you say…”

That was highly unexpected. Thorin hadn’t thought his cousin Dain capable of letting anyone but a dwarf within a mile of the lonely mountain, and here he was allowing humans to aid in its reconstruction? He strongly suspected that Balin had been an influence on that decision, pragmatic as he was.

She came back often, multiple times a week after her tasks for the day were done, and there were some days where she would fall asleep beside his coffin in what looked to be the most uncomfortable of positions. It made Thorin wish - as had almost become a habit - that he could have some kind of physical impact on the world around him, if only to spare her neck. He supposed that, as a ghost, incorporealism came with the territory.

Less and less people visited him. He didn’t blame them, not really. He could see the pain and guilt in his friends eyes every time they came to look upon the stone coffin. Visiting his last place of ‘rest’ naturally opened up wounds his friends were trying to heal from. Besides, it wasn’t as if they expected him to actually know they were visiting. What it did mean was that he clung to the woman’s visits more than ever, and rather surprisingly she had actually kept up visiting rather regularly even when all his other visitors slowly slipped away from him.

Again she was at his side, and he had settled on top of his coffin - how exactly he could sit on top of the blasted thing and yet also pass through it when he chose to completely eluded him, but he chose not to think on it too hard. The dead King had grown very fond of her. She was his only link to the world outside the stone walls of his burial chamber, and hearing about how Erebor was progressing towards its former glory filled him with a sense of satisfaction that he’d rarely felt when he was alive and an exile from his own kingdom. Normally the woman came and left alone, but this time was different.

After she’d been down with him for a few hours, Balin suddenly appeared at the entrance to the chamber. Thorin was surprised; the advisor hadn’t been down more than a handful of times. Balin had known and been close to Thorin and Thorin’s family for practically his entire life, Thorin understood that he would take his death especially hard, though perhaps not as hard as Dwalin, who had only been to him once since the funeral.

“Lass…” Balin began, and Thorin felt like crying when he heard that voice again. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed his company.

The woman sleepily turned and smiled at him.

“Hello Balin.”

Balin took a hesitant step into the chamber, and then paused to surreptitiously dab at his eyes.

“You should not speak to the dead, lass… they cannot hear you, and they cannot reply…”

It was clear that the words pained him to say, but that he believed them. The woman smiled sadly.

“Oh, I know that, dear advisor… but… I don’t know why, I just feel like this is something I need to do.”

Balin moved to where she was sitting on the floor and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder now that he had regained control of his own emotions once again.

“I was there, you know? I heard his speech to the people and the old master… he had so much passion. It doesn’t seem fair…”

The woman cut herself off and bit her lip, glancing furtively towards the snow-haired dwarf when she suddenly realised that her words could upset him, but he merely squeezed her shoulder and hung his head. It wasn’t as if he could disagree with her sentiment, after all.

“It’s not fair, lass, but Thorin… he knew the dangers this journey would bring. He was the best of us, and he died to give us back our home. Aye, I don’t think any dwarf could ask for a more honorable death.”

Thorin felt like crying to hear Balin say those words, to know that despite his spell of madness his friends still looked upon him with kindness and love, but though he truly wished to cry, the tears just would not come. Perhaps that was just another thing ghosts could not do.

“Perhaps you’re right Balin. Maybe this isn’t healthy… feeling like I have a friendship with a dead dwarf I never properly met…”

She did not visit him for two weeks.

The dead King thought she wasn’t going back, and he cursed his never-ending loneliness. Thorin raged in his burial chamber, trying beyond hope to have any impact on the physical world around him and failing. His muscles felt tense and ready to break anything he could get his hands on, but when he tried to ram himself against his coffin he merely stumbled right through it. Eventually, Thorin collapsed to the floor of the room and screamed till his lungs and throat hurt. When he finally stopped, panting, he noticed something wonderful.

With all the construction work happening around Erebor, the mountain had become rather dusty, and with no one other than the human woman coming to visit him, a layer of dust had slowly been settling on the floor without him noticing. As he sat crumpled on the floor, his eyes picked up on particles of dust dancing around him in the air before settling. Tentatively, Thorin reached out his finger and dragged it across the floor. The finger left a clean line behind it.

You knew you shouldn’t go back to Thorin’s chamber, but there was something inside you pulling you down towards the cold stone room. When you entered, you exhaled shakily and felt almost as if you were betraying Balin’s trust - he had spoken to you since finding you down there to kindly and sincerely ask that you not continue to visit Thorin’s chamber, not because he didn’t want you down there per se, but he was worried about your mental health. Despite your conversation with Balin, and a two week detox period, you hadn’t been able to get rid of your strange need to ‘talk’ to Thorin Oakenshield.

You settled beside the coffin once again, and for a moment you weren’t entirely sure what to say. It had been so long since you were down there… you almost felt like an apology was the first thing that needed to be said, even though that was ridiculous.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been visiting you lately…”

It really was such an odd compulsion to speak.

“Apparently people were getting worried about me…”

Having not done this for a while, the more you spoke, the more self conscious you began to feel. You felt stupid, like a child believing there was a monster under their bed or a fairy at the end of their garden. There was no need to speak; Balin was right, it wasn’t as if anyone was listening. You suddenly felt like crying. You had wasted so many evenings coming down to speak to a chunk of stone when you could have been spending time among your newly found dwarven friends. A tear rolled down your cheek and fell to the floor, but when you hung your head in shame at yourself, you froze. There on the floor you could see words drawn in the dust.

I am here, and I am listening.

The reconstruction of Erebor took many years, and with your strong work ethic combined with the obvious emotional attachment you had to seeing the mountain restored, you had been promoted several times and eventually reached a level of recognition in the mountain equal to that of the surviving members of the company. The dwarves of the Lonely Mountain had wholeheartedly embraced the human woman who seemed to care just as much about their home as they did, and your organisational expertise meant that the mountain’s restoration had proceeded at a pace even some of the more optimistic dwarves could not have anticipated.

However, whilst work proceeded quickly in comparison to the lifespan of a dwarf, it was not so fast from a human perspective. Your joints ached as you climbed down to the burial chamber that you had come to know as well as your own home, for today was a very special journey. By rights you should have retired years ago, but you couldn’t. Not until today.

No longer did you kneel by the side of the coffin - Balin had seen to that once he’d discovered you’d started going there again - and there was a chair in the room permanently for your use. In recent years, it had become especially useful. You weren’t sure you could actually get up off the cold stone floor by yourself anymore.

Despite how your bones protested, there was a smile on your face when you finally reached the room and sat down, for today was a day to deliver a very special message to the ghost king. Erebor’s reconstruction was finally completed. The dragon’s wholesale destruction of his ancestral home had been completely erased. You closed your eyes as you delivered your message, and you as you did you could have sworn that, for the first time since you’d heard his speech in laketown, you heard the voice of Thorin Oakenshield himself saying thank you.

A chill settled on the room for a moment, and when it was gone, you no longer felt the pull to the room nor the compulsion to talk. Thorin Oakenshield would finally be allowed to rest in peace and go to the halls of mahal, and you knew you would not be coming back to his burial chamber again.

The end.

bâheluh – my friend of all friends

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Broken - Kili x reader

Summary: You being in love with Kili, but (thinking) him falling in love with Tauriel.

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(A/N: It had to end up that reader dies/ends with someone else, buuut just no, because I don’t like Tauriel. She can end up with Bard or someone). After reclaiming Erebor, everyone can hear your wailing and crying all the time, but one day it stops. Kili decides to find you, after Fili tells him, and he finds you devasteded, not wanting him to come close to you or to even touch you.

A/N: Woow, this got so long. I’ve just finished this up (this concept and a beggining was in my phone notes) and I am quite pround of it! Also, just a three more days of my summer job, can’t wait for it to be over, so I can watch The Hobbit and The Punisher nearly every single day (and write much more often)! I hope you’ll enjoy it cuz I’ve been writing and editing it over three hours and I’m both satisfied and tired af! And if you wanna be tagged, message me!

Warnings: Angst (a LOT of it), fluff

Taggs: @soradragon

It was over. Your love for Kili, reclaiming Erebor - it was over. You were crying in your chambers, alone. Thinking what have you done wrong.

You weren't a dwarf, you were a human and when Gandalf - old friend of yours - asked if you'd like to join, you just shrugged your shoulders. You had no husband, no children, so some andventure would be great. Little did you know that you'll find an amazing friends and later, to fall in love with one of them...

Only to have your heart shattered.

You were crying and thinking of them two. They seemed to be happy. You'd never looked at them or listened if you didn't have to. You were jealous, broken, sad, angry and disappointed.

It have been you whom was cleaning Kili's wounds, since your mother was a healer, it was him you were pulling pranks on Fili with, it was him who was comforting you whenever you were scared, him, who was teasing you, flirting with you, calling you flirty nicknames, such as 'goergous', 'princess' and 'beauty', teaching you about dwarves. Now, it was all gone. You were wailing and crying yourself to sleep, getting out of your chambers only if you had to. You forgot which day was, they all were the same anyway. You didn't cared if was day or night. Only if there was a rainy day, you'd opened up balcony doors. Rain was comforting you and making you to fall to calm, dreamless sleep. You would've maybe knew a lot of medicals, but none could help you with your issue.

Little did you know how worried was Fili about you - his really good friend. He knew about your feelings for his brother, which was why he silently didn't approved his brother's choice. He and most of other dwarves heard wailing and crying every single night, but one night - it was full moon - there weren't any. It was a three days since the dwarves have seen you.

It was a three days since the dwarves have seen you and they all were worried. All the time someone would ask the same, simple question.

"Where's the lass?"

But no answer would've come to him. As if you've never been there. Everything and everyone were quiet. No one would dare to bring up your name, favorite color, meal, anything.

Kili was away to help to some dwarves whom needed help, and when he came back, Fili dragged his brother to a room where was Thorin, Balin and Dwalin already. Fili looked at his brother furiously.

"It's all your fault, Kili!"

He screamed and Kili looked around, confused.

"Wha-what is my fault? What are you talking about, Fee?!"

"I'm talking about Y/N! That lass loved you and you broke her heart! She was crying herself to sleep, vailing she couldn't talk and now she haven't came out of her chambers for a days! It's your fault!"

Kili's mouth opened in surprise.

"I-where's she?"

Kili looked around as if you'd be sitting there with crossed arms on your chest, sitting in simple white dress, you've worn in Rivendell and he mercisessly flirted with you that evening, and looking furiously at him. As if he could hear your voice, echoing through his head. 'You've fucked this up this time, Kili. Really fucked up.'

Kili looked surprised.

"She-she've loved me?"

Fili fighted with the urge to slap his brother and roll his eyes.

"Yes, but you've found someone else, and she apparently wasn't really the type to not care.,"

He shook his head.

"I'm going to get her out of her chambers, so-"

Thorin stopped him by placing his hand on Kili's shoulder and shook his head.

"She's not there, Kili."

Kili froze and looked around.

"We were trying to find her, but you know how she is - she won't show up until she wishes to."

Dwalin said with sadness in his voice. You were like a daughter to him.

"Then, I'll go and look for her under every leaf, 'till I find her."

He said and before anyone could've stop him, he was already out. Apparently, it took him a few hours. You were sitting up on a tree and crying and wailing. Kili quickly climbed up to you and sat near you, careful not to be seen or heard.

"Such a nice day, isn't it?"

Your cries and vails stopped. It was the first thing he've told you when you met.

"Leave me alone." Your voice was hoarse, but filled with coldness.

"I won't 'till you tell me what's going on." Kili folded his hands and stubbornly swinged legs. He wouldn't see you on the other side of the tree trunk, but he knew you were already planning on escape.

"Tell me what's going on, Y/N. We're friends, aren't we? You know you can tell me everything."

You froze and then slowly got up. And, as if you'd be an elf or a cat, you jumped on the other tree, and another and another. Kili have heard you, so he started following you. It took you almost an hour before you climbed up some tree to the higher point you could and started crying again. You thought that Kili stopped following you, but the truth was, he was sitting on the other side of the thrunk. You started whispering to yourself while drying out your tears, thinking he couldn't hear you.

"He has his elf, why he's here? Why does he cares anyway? I was stupid, oh so, so fucking stupid."

Your body was shaking and Kili was cursing himself for making you to cry because of him. He thought he deserved to be slapped by Fili earlier, and a few more times after that. He quietly came closer and touched your shoulder.

"You know, the same things I thought when I've seen you with that elf in Rivendell." You flinched away and carefully stepped away.

"W-with Lindir? What? Why?"

"Because he was just...he was just..." Kili's face burned bright red. You smiled inside.

"What he was?" You asked, enjoying teasing him.

"He...he was...eh, smiling at you. And he made you laugh the way I do, when you laugh from your heart and it's honest and...and the most beautiful sound I've ever heard." Kili looked a bit embarrased to admit that.

You paused for a second.

"I want to eat chocolate...badly." you admitted.

"I want to eat a chocolate with hazelnuts." And quietly grinned. It was a phrase you've told to Lindir after talking of the dwarves at the dinner. He took you to kitchens and let you to eat as much chocolate as you wished to. That evening you've realized that Lindir was surprisingly a great friend.

Maybe because you've had some dinning customes.

And took a bath in your room.

He was showing you around and what made you laugh, it was the way his cheeks got pink when you've started talking about the very beginning of your adventure, in house of Bilbo Baggins. Maybe that was the moment when Kili showed around.

Your smile froze, But it didn’t mattered now. Kili wasn’t in love with you,

You’ve turned around and started to climbing down the tree until you were down in record time. Then, you started running away.

You were faster than most of the dwarves were, simply because you were taller and maybe you’ve had some elvish blood, somewhere far in your family blood-line. Anyways, with your quick actions you’ve got at least little time ahead before Kili started running after you. You needed your time, but he have decided to be there with you. What was he planning on?

In a split of second, when you’ve turned around to see Kili almost behind your back, there appeared some branch and with your whole strength either your head or the branch made a terrible cracking noise. Then a strong wave of pain went through your body and fell apart down on the ground. Kili’s voice filled. with fear and worry, somewhere behind you screamed.

“Y/N!! NO, DON’T, PLEASE-” He hurried towards you and kneeled down. He took your head, placed on his lap and you could feel how he was shivering, his hands were shaking.

“Y/N, can you hear me? P-pleas-e, ans-wer t-to m-me, p-ple-a-se!”

Your vision was blurry, black dots appearing everywhere, but you’ve noticed that Kili’s face was glittering. Glittering with tears. He is crying, you thought.

“P-plea-se, d-don-don’t y-you d-d-are t-to lea-ve me,” He was shakily praising you, resting his forehead on yours. You weakly smiled.

“I love you, Kili.” And single tear dropped down from your eye, making it’s way on your cheek to corner of your mouth, falling unconscinous.

His heartbreaking scream would probably hear Thranduil, no, even hobbits in Shire, yet he didn’t cared. He slowly picked up your body in his arms and rushed towards Erebor, screaming on top of his lungs to get a help, to get a healer.

You’ve woken up with a terrible headache. There were some voices around, but everything was as somewhere beyond a veil. After a while of adjusting, you recognized that they were at least three and what they were saing.

“You were quick, Kili. Thanks to you, she survived.” Then there was another one, hoarse, as if he’d be crying for past few hours. And then, you were standing next to bed, looking at them - Balin, Kili, Thorin, Fili, Dis and few others - with no signs of smiles in their faces. They were sad, so sad. Grief over you in their faces.

“B-but she hav-ven’t woken u-up y-e-t...” Kili said. Thorin patted his shoulder, his face having sad expression, trying to not to cry along with Kili.

“You’ve saved her life. You know how stubborn she is. She’ve survived the battle of five armies...she can do this.” Kili shook his uncle’s hand off his shoulder and looked over on your pale face, bandages on your forehead, covering a huge wound you’ll have probably a huge scar afterwards. He knew how deep it was... Deep enough that you’ve lost a blood before he was able to bring you here...It was all his fault...only his, he thought, over and over again, and fell on his knees next to your bed, honding your hand as if it would be the most important thing in his life that was keeping him alive, crying again and burrying his face to his hand.

“What have I done to you, Y/N, I’ve hurted you so so much...I’m the biggest idiot in the whole Middle-Earth...you were dying because of me, and now I don’t even know if you’ll ever wake up...” He sobbed and looked over at your face with that weak smile, eyes closed as if you’d be in a very sweet and deep slumber.

“If-if you can hear me now, I just want to say that I want you to wake up...I know I’ve hurted you so much...and I words cannot even explain how much sorry am I...b-but...maybe...maybe we could start...start again? You know, I’ll give you everything, as much chocolate as you wish, I’ll be with you when you’ll decide if you want to stay or...or you can leave Erebor, i-if that’s wh-at you wish...I’ll understand.” He sobbed again and you’ve noticed that there was only you and him, everybody else left Kili to tell you what he truly felt.

“B-but if-if you’ll leave, I-I wa-want you to know...that if there’ll be someone who-who will break your heart, I-I’m gonna kick their ass, because you deserve the best...and write me please...if you’ve married,” he was almost choking on his words.

“...if you have kids...” His voice broke and you’ve sat down next to him. Then a strong desire to comfort him, a wave through your body, and you were pulled away.

You’ve opened your eyes, feeling your left hand in a strong grip and wet. You groaned on the bright light everywhere and hoarsely said.

“If you’ll keep talking like that about my life, I’m going to slap you so hard even Bilbo in Shire will hear it.” Kili’s head was immediately up.

“You-you’re-you’re awake?!” If you wouldn’t be so weak, you’d laught at his high-pitched, excited voice. Before you could even blink, he was hugging you tightely.

“K-Kili, not t-that much please,” You whispered and he immediatelly loosened his grip, but started kissing your face, laughing.

“You’re-you’re awake! I’m so happy, I-am I dreaming? If yes, I don’t wanna wake up-” you’ve laughted.

“No, you’re not.” This time, Kili was crying out of happiness.

“FILI! AMAD! THORIN! DWA-” You’ve silenced him with a kiss on lips. He was surprised at first, but eventually, he melted in and kissed you back.

When everyone came in, they’ve seen that scenery of you and Kili in heated kiss, and Dis cleared her throat. Everyone’s amuzed smiles were immediately lighting up the room when you and Kili quickly pulled away.

Everyone was hugging you and you happily sighed. They were your family. A huge family you’ve loved so much.

When they left you alone late at night, Kili’s head was still resting on your lap, him playing with your thigh-long hair.

“I really meant what I’ve told you. I-I love you, Y/N,” He said for a thousand time that day. You leaned in and kissed him. When you pulled away a bit, you whispered to his lips.

“I love you too, Kee. But...why did you were with Tauriel all the time...before?” You tried to sound as casual as you could, but you’ve always been bad at pretending and lying.

“Well...I, uh, since she was the only...uh, woman I could ask this...I was asking of a human courting rituals. Because I’ve never told you about the dwarvish ones, I-I just...I just wanted you to know...right away.” You sweetly smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Oh, Kili, Kili, you are such a dumb master dwarf,” you giggled.

“Hey, I was nervous and afraid of rejection! And I’ve almost kicked that elf’s ass back in Rivendell.” You giggled again.

“I don’t think that’d made lord Elrond really happy.” He grinned.

“You’re right. But it’d be definetely worth it.” You thought for a moment.

“What is dwarvish courting ritual?” Kili looked on your hair in his hands.

“Braiding hair. I wanted to ask you to braid your hair back before...this happened. Four days ago.” He gestured to your head.

“So, are you going to start your I’m-so-sorry-for-everything-that-have-happened-speech or just finally braid my hair? I have a lots of it.” You gestured to them. Kili’s eyes lightened up and he squialed. He was right away sitting behind you and braiding your hair. You smiled to yourself and let yourself relax under his touch on your hair.

When you’ve married, you wouldn’t be happier. Kili was wonderful husband, and even more when you’ve found out you were with child. He was overprotective so much, you were surprised he’d even let you to walk a few feet away from him.

When your first baby was born - a son - he was crying out of happiness. He was so proud on both of you that you were healthy, and when a few years after came a daughter, his world seemed even more complete, as if it was only this way right. He couldn’t imagine not to have this life without you, or that you’d have it with somebody else.

Your babies were growing and he’ve taught them shooting a bow, how to fight with sword and an axe and daggers and a few other things. When they were old enough to understand, he’d tell them of his and your’s adventure, both with the Company and your love-story.

Tauriel was like an aunt to them, she was happily married to one elf from Rivendell’s guard. You’ve slowly got friendly with her, especially when yours and Kili’s children were loving her as an actuall family member.

They’d often be chatting with her, and one day, they’ve told her of a small bump on your stomach, which was slowly getting visible and they couldn’t wait for their sibling...

#kili x reader #the company #the hobbit fanfiction #the-company-x-reader #kili-x-reader

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Part of the Company Part 6 (Thorin x reader)

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word count: 1068

Warnings: No editing. Besides that, pretty much nothing to worry about

A/N: So... it’s been... a really long time since I posted part 5. Sorry about that. My inspiration for this fic dried up for a while and it just wasn’t working. But I finished this part, and hopefully we’re back in the game on this series! Sorry it’s so short, but the next part should have some fluff to look forward to and it’ll hopefully be a bit longer! Gif is not mine!

Enjoy!! I love you all!!

Part One | Previous Part | Series Masterpost

“Come and get me! Ha ha!” Radagast taunted the wargs as we burst out of the forest.

“Bet you can’t catch me!” I shouted back, diverging from Radagast’s trail to divide them.

We darted in different directions, forcing several wargs to trip over each other as they tried to follow us. The rabbit sled may have had the advantage of being low to the ground, but as I predicted, Obsidian was faster than both.

I knotted the reins on his neck, moving instead to draw an arrow across the elvish bow. Every stride jolted my ribs painfully, but I ignored it as best as I could. A deep breath in, a momentary pause with all four hooves off the ground, and I released the arrow. It flew true, bringing the warg down instantly, which provided a handy obstacle for those behind it as it tumbled to the ground.

“Ha ha!” I whooped triumphantly. “Is that the best you’ve got?” I turned back to face the direction we were running, only to see a warg leap off a rock outcrop and into my path. Apparently it’s a bad idea to ask if things could get worse or any variation of that.

Re-gathering myself, I laid another arrow on the string. The arrow leapt away with a thrum, cleanly killing the creature as Obsidian dodged around it. I prayed desperately to the Valar that he wouldn’t turn a hoof on a hidden rock.

Every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of the dwarves or Radagast between the rocks. Not knowing their path made it a little difficult to keep the wargs farther away from them, but I did my best to keep them moving. Dian bravely dodged and leapt around the wargs, keeping us just out of reach.

“Just a little faster, Dian, come on,” I threaded my fingers into his mane, urging him to put more distance between us and the slavering jaws of the wargs. Setting another arrow on the bowstring, I was ready to loose it at one that had stopped to sniff the air. It flew off target, however, when a particularly jarring turn made me flinch.

Suddenly, a warg’s dying snarls echoed over the plains, the other orcs and wargs sliding to a halt at the sound. Another orc called something out, and the other wargs howled before turning to run toward the sound.

“Great. Just great,” I grumbled to Obsidian. “Nothing could ever just go according to plan. No, that would be too easy.”

Turning the pony around, I groaned as I saw the dwarves break cover and run. Dian surged forward tiredly, and I just hoped this would all be over before he galloped through his reserves.

The dwarves were running now, following Gandalf toward some landmark only the wizard recognized. I quickly spied Thorin among them, glad that nothing had happened to him. There wasn’t time to question why my eyes always found him first as several of the wargs dropped off of the group giving chase to harass me. Dian’s ears were flat back as he found just enough speed to shoot past the wargs, a sharp, burning pain igniting in my leg as we galloped between two.

By the time I had almost caught up, I could see that the dwarves were surrounded, backing slowly against a large-ish rock, with Gandalf nowhere to be seen. Could this situation just stop getting worse? Please?

“Where is Gandalf?” I heard Kili’s voice as I snapped off an arrow at a charging warg.

“He has abandoned us,” came Dwalin’s reply. Probably unlikely, but if I didn’t have a vague recollection of the movies, I might’ve believed it.

As it was, I knew he’d be back eventually, but that didn’t stop the problem of the dwarves ringed about by wargs, trapped against the boulder. I circled the ring of wargs and orcs, picking off as many as I could. What I’d neglected to pay attention to was the number of arrows I had left, which was dwindling fast and all too soon ran out entirely. Then, it was all I could do to keep Dian moving and out of range of their sharp teeth.

“This way, you fools!” Gandalf was back, with a voice that cut through the clamor.

“Come on, move! Quickly, all of you!” I heard Thorin shout at the rest of the company, urging them into the crack Gandalf had popped out of briefly. Taking advantage of the orcs’ confusion, I grabbed my sword, swinging viciously at any wargs who dared come within range of the blade.

An elven horn sounded suddenly, and relief flooded through me. One of the orcs had a bow I hadn’t noticed before, and while I paused, it took the time to launch an arrow at me just before it was cut down by an elf. I saw the shaft too late, registering it only when it slammed into my already damaged ribs. Fortunately, the elves soon had me surrounded, either in protection or suspicion, I wasn’t sure. Nor was I sure that I cared.

“Mahal.” I muttered the curse to myself, though as Elrond approached on his horse with an odd look, I realized he must have heard.

“What are you doing in these lands? Clearly you are no friend of the orcs.”

“No indeed. I travel in the company of Thorin Oakenshield along with Gandalf and a hobbit.” I spoke as clearly as I could, but my adrenaline was wearing off and I was beginning to sway in my saddle.

“If you are a friend of Gandalf, you are a friend of ours.”

“Thanks,” I said, wincing a little as the elf blurred before my eyes. He said something in elvish that I didn’t understand, and I was quickly pulled from Obsidian’s back onto a different elf’s horse. I caught a glimpse of Dian’s sweat-lathered fur, the pony’s head drooping as another elf picked up his reins.

I slipped in and out of consciousness on the ride into Rivendell, waking up a little more when I heard the clack of hooves on stone. Briefly, I caught Thorin’s gaze as I felt myself go limp. The elf dismounted quickly, lifting me effortlessly. Elrond gave some command I didn’t hear and the elf took me deeper into Rivendell with one last, mildly panicked glance at the dwarven king.

“Where are they taking her?”

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legolaslovely · 5 years

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My Heart

A/N: Here’s me rewriting the barrel scene lol to add some Protective!Fili, everyone’s fine, Kili doesn’t get shot with the arrow, just HAPPINESS AND LOVE CONFESSIONS YAY HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRIENDS

Pairing: Love of my fucking life x me JUST KIDDING it’s Fili x Reader

Word Count: 3,342

Warnings: Fluff, angst, violence against orcs

Summary: When barrel riding doesn’t go well for (Y/N), a human member of Thorin’s company, Fili saves her

You plopped down on the hard ground of the elven cell and tried to ignore the weird stench and horrific music that was falling from the halls above. You sighed and let your head fall back against the wall.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Fili’s voice. He must have been on the other side of the wall, in the cell just next to yours.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“You okay?”

“Pissed that we’re stuck in here, but yeah, I’m okay. You?”

“I’m fine. We’ll get out of here,” he said. You gave no answer but the tension in the air between you lifted. It was nice having one of the company right there even though you couldn’t see him.

“Get some rest!” Thorin called. “We’ll have to be sharp if we want to figure out a way out of here.”

You ignored the grumbling that continued and actually tried to obey his orders. After the past few days of excitement, you didn’t find it too difficult to nod off, but soon, the sound of cheers and soft clinking woke you up.

“Bilbo!” “It’s Bilbo!” “He’s got the keys!”

“Hush!” Bilbo said. “There are guards near!”

You rushed to your feet, grabbing hold of the bars of your cell and trying to crane your neck out to see if it was true. Bilbo was running down the slope, quickly freeing every one of the dwarfs. He was almost to you.

“Told ya we’d get out,” Fili said.

You looked to your left and saw him grinning at you through the bars of his own cell. The hobbit unlocked his door and Fili followed him closely to yours. Once the door was open, Fili’s hand was on your arm, pulling you out and guiding you down the slope.

“No thanks to you,” you joked to him.

You heard him huff.

The company followed Bilbo through the undermost corridors of Mirkwood. As usual, you were wedged between Fili and Kili. The younger of the two led the way and Fili was behind you as you stepped into a new room. This was the cellar of Mirkwood where the guards gathered and apparently blacked out from drinking too much imported wine. You smirked at the two guards bent over a table, sleeping deeply. Kili turned to you with a smile. This was perfect! These idiot elves were practically begging us to escape!

Then one snored and Fili grabbed you, pulling your back to his chest. He’d startled you and sent your heart into overdrive, beating ferociously. You turned to him with wide eyes. He almost woke them! you thought. You unwrapped his arm but kept a grip on his wrist as you toed right past the sleeping elves.

One by one, the company followed and soon all were standing in a huddle on the other side of the large room. Everyone looked to Bilbo for direction. Then Dwalin sputtered, throwing his hand out like he was about to strangle the hobbit.

“Where’ve you taken us! We’re worse off than before!”

Bilbo motioned to the barrels. “Get in.”

Your eyes blew wide. He wants us to what?

“We’ll be bruised and battered to pieces!” Balin whispered.

“And surely drowned,” Ori said, shaking.

And frozen, you thought, but you didn’t dare speak it.

Bilbo was exasperated. After all his hard work and planning, he couldn’t allow the dwarfs to ruin his plans by waking the guards that dozed just feet away. “You just have to trust me.”

All heads turned to Thorin at the back of the group. “Do as he says,” he growled.

You squatted on the ground and backed your legs into the large barrel. You fit entirely, with room to spare, but you didn’t think this was the best hiding spot in all of Mirkwood. The barrels didn’t even have tops. The elves would see the company immediately and then they’d be right back in the cells where they started. Or worse.

You popped your head out of the barrel and looked to Fili above you. “Are we really just gonna hide in here and hope they don’t see us?”

Before he could answer, Bilbo said, “No, (Y/N). Not exactly.”

He pulled some kind of lever and then you were rolling. It took all your self-control not to scream in fright when the floor tilted backwards and you saw the rushing water of the river below you. You shut your eyes tight and held onto the edge of the barrel as you rolled and started to free fall. When you landed, the freezing water took your breath and stabbed at your limbs. Then you were bobbing and floating and you wiped your eyes. You groaned at the cold.

The dwarfs around you cheered. In your spinning barrel, you could hardly see the floor of the cellar return to its rightful place. You heard Thorin cry out with laughter and victory. Then your barrel stopped spinning, thanks to Fili’s strong hand.

“We did it, (Y/N). We beat the elves at their own game.”

You finally allowed yourself to feel relief. You grinned, looking forward to the river ahead. It seemed rather steady and the fear of falling out of the barrel fizzled out of your mind. “Maybe we can just ride to the mountain?” you said, listening to Fili laugh at you.

“No! No, the damn gate!” You heard Thorin yell at the front of the pack. His barrel careened into a checkered, unmovable metal fence that blocked the dwarfs from their freedom of the Mirkwood kingdom. The rushing river pushed all the barrels together and you heard the shouts of orders from the elven guards. They’d found you.

A dozen elven guards floated down the banks of the river, quickly gaining ground. It would only be a few moments before they had the company surrounded. You followed their beady eyes up and over your head, and you found what you hoped to be the lever to open the gate.

“That can’t be what I think it is,” you mumbled to yourself.

“What?” Fili asked.

“Up there. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to put the gate lever in plain sight, would they?”

“Well, they are elves,” Kili said.

Fili’s hand landed on your shoulder. “(Y/N) you’re a genius. Those keen eyes of yours have saved us again. Kili, get up there. Quick, before the elves are upon us.”

You helped Fili pull his brother up and out of his barrel. He stood on its wobbly mouth and leapt to the next and the next until his feet landed on the solid rock of the river bank. You craned your neck to watch him run above your head and saw a black arrow fly through the air, narrowly missing his leg. You whipped around to see that the incoming elves were a small inconvenience compared to the pack of orcs emerging from the wood.

“Kili! Orcs!” you cried. You watched helplessly as another arrow headed straight for him, but was shot out of the air by a crossing one. The red haired she-elf from the dungeons had saved Kili from a poisoned orc arrow, but she was too far away to help him fend off the group of orcs that had descended on him.

You hopped out of your barrel, standing on the edge of yours and Fili’s. He yanked on your hand, almost sending you overboard.

“What are you doing? Get down here, now.”

You ripped your hand from his grasp, but bent to him. “You’re the only one strong enough to keep these barrels in place when the gate opens. I’ll be right back.” You had to get that gate open while Kili fought off the orcs. He couldn’t do both.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Fili said.

Your frustration snapped as you swatted his hands from you. “Stop babying me!”

“You are a baby! You’re twenty years old!”

“And you’re eighty-two. Are we really going to have this conversation right now? Kili needs help. Let me go.” You didn’t wait for his answer, but leapt to the bank, slipping on the wet rock and catching yourself but scraping your hands.

You ran up to where Kili was fending for himself, picking up an axe from a slain orc on the way. You squeezed, and ducked, and swung your stolen weapon, decapitating an enemy on your way to the gate. It took a jolt of all your body weight to move the lever, but finally, you felt it release and heard cries from the dwarfs of your success. “Kili!” you cried. “Fall back! Into the barrels!” You tossed the axe to Dwalin as he floated by so someone in the front of the group would have a weapon. It wasn’t your smartest move.

With Kili falling into his barrel and a dozen orcs turning on you, you now had no weapon to protect yourself. It was impossible to speed back down the slope of the bank the way you’d come- you’d be attacked for sure. You had to jump down to your barrel from far above and you winced at the thought. It was a long way down and suddenly the mouth of the barrel seemed very tiny.

“You have to jump, (Y/N)!” Fili yelled to you. “I’ve got you!”

Orcs were closing in on you from every side. You cursed yourself, took a step to the left to line yourself up with your barrel, and leapt from the height. You crashed down, half in Fili’s arms and half into the barrel, slamming your elbow on the lip of it.

“You’re an idiot,” Fili said.

“I know.”

Then the current swept the barrels downstream. On either side of you, orcs were growling, snapping, and hurling weapons at you. Luckily, they were also falling to their deaths thanks to the elves. Are they actually helping us?

“(Y/N)! Get down!” you heard Fili call and you instantly obeyed. You disappeared deep into your barrel, hearing the thump of an axe digging into the wood beside your head. The gravity of your avoidance forced your barrel bowling into a sharp jetty in the river, leaving you to tumble out of your safe, 360 degree shield. Again the freezing winter water washed over you and pulled you down into the tide. You were an open target to the orcs, the elves and the waves themselves.

After what felt like minutes underwater, you finally pulled your head above the waves, gasping for air and coughing. Your lungs felt like they were on fire and in the back of your mind, you knew you should be watching out for flying arrows but you could barely open your eyes as you bobbed up and mostly down in the water. Then, strong hands lifted you up.

“Come, kurduwê. You’re all right.”

You grabbed onto the lip of Fili’s barrel, opening your eyes to see his worried face. You’d never been so happy to him and you coughed on him to thank him. When your eyes finally freed themselves of water and focused, you saw an arrow flying toward Fili from over his shoulder. You yanked on him, pulling him down to you and listened to the arrow wiz by and splash into the current.

Fili spun and you both watched as the offending orc was taken down by an elf. You were safe for the moment. He lifted you above him and set you next to him in his barrel. “In here, now. You’re all right? Not hit?”

You steadied yourself on his arms, gripping his soaked tunic. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

“Good because we have more fighting to do and no weapons to do it with,” he said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

You shook your head, knowing he secretly loved challenges like these. Then a poisoned dagger dug itself into the side of the barrel you shared. You tugged it out and held it up. “You just have to know where to find them,” you said with a wink. You turned and launched it, hitting a tall ugly orc straight in the eye.

Ahead, you heard the dwarfs calling each other’s names and tossing an axe down the line, all taking turns hitting an arching tree to split it.

“Fili!” Dwalin yelled, sending it back to him.

Fili reached back and swung it over his head, sending the final blow to the tree and sending half a dozen orcs to drown in the rough waters. The current had only grown stronger as the company flowed downstream. It was recklessly spinning the barrels and sending them speeding into the banks and wharfs. Though the orc pack thinned and eventually disappeared completely, there was new danger in the rapids. You flew into a tall rock and heard the wood of the barrel crack. You held onto Fili with fresh fear.

He pushed you in front of him, holding onto your waist tight and you were thankful for the grounding feeling. If you hadn’t fallen out of your barrel at the beginning of the ride, you were sure you would have by now if it weren’t for Fili’s strong grip. You careened and spun down the white waves until it finally evened out and the company was able to beach themselves on the bank.

You crawled out of your barrel, throwing your sopping hair over your shoulder and pulling your tunic away from your skin. Your limbs were heavy and impossibly tired, but you knew you’d have to keep moving to keep the distance between the group and the orcs. While you had the chance, you rung out your clothes and sat on the stiff ground as you listened to Thorin, Dwalin and Balin argue about the next course of action.

“You’re shivering.”

Your heavy eyelids lifted to Fili and you smiled. “I know I’m shivering Fili, I’m the one doing it. I don’t usually go for swims in the middle of winter.” You chuckled dryly.

“Stand up. I know you’re tired but you have to keep your blood flowing or you’ll freeze.”

“That’s hopeful,” you said, not moving.

“Come, now,” he said reaching for your hands.

You swatted him away. “Fine. I’m fine, just-just let me be.” You stood, closing your arms around yourself and feeling your freezing skin.

“And your hands are bleeding. Is this from when you fell?” He turned your palm up and rolled his finger over your cuts.

“Yes, but I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing-”

“Fili!” You side stepped away from him and wrapped your hand with a cloth you ripped from your tunic. Your argument started to draw attention from the company. “Will you please stop babying me! I don’t need it. I was chosen to go on this quest, same as you. I can handle myself and if I can’t I will ask you for help.” You stopped him from speaking. “Don’t even start with the age thing! Twenty years of human life is practically equal to eighty years of a dwarf’s. We’re the same. I don’t need your constant attention.”

“Well, you have it.” He laughed.

“I don’t want it! You don’t have to take care of me all the time.”

“(Y/N), I have to protect you.”

“Why?”

“We-we protect each other. We’re a company.”

“You don’t treat me like the rest of the company! You treat me like I’m less. Like I can’t handle myself or I’m in over my head or something.”

“That’s not true,” he said.

“It is! You almost didn’t allow me to help your brother today! Why is that? You don’t trust me?”

“Yes, I do-”

“Then why?”

“Because I love you!” he said.

You froze.

“Stop,” Thorin said, coming between you. “Stop this arguing right now.” Then he turned to the company. “We need to keep moving or the orcs will catch up with us. Balin, speak to that human. Say whatever you need to. Get us on that boat.”

You started to speak, but Thorin’s glare stopped you. Fili didn’t move from your side as you listened to Balin speak to the other human, but he wouldn’t look at you. He didn’t even twitch. It was like he was the one who was frozen. You replayed the events of the day in your head and remembered something. What had he said to you in the river? What did that word mean?

You hadn’t paid attention to the conversation going on, but after a few minutes, the company was ushered onto the boat. You whispered Fili’s name, but he either didn’t hear you or ignored you. You hoped it was the former. Balin was busy counting coins and asking for your share.

“Take it, I don’t care,” you said, tossing your small purse on the table near him. Fili was alone at the bow of the boat and you moved to meet him there, when your arm was pulled back.

“(Y/N),” Thorin said lowly, leading you away from the company. “Do not go over there unless you have a firm answer for him. Do not give him hope where there is none.”

At length you nodded. Thorin stepped from you, but you caught him. “Thorin? What does kur-kurduwê mean?”

Thorin sighed and allowed his countenance to soften. “My heart.”

He left you alone by the mast as the boat shoved off and headed downstream. Fili had only been from your side for a handful of minutes, but you already missed him- his warmth, his comfort, and his sense of calm. You missed his smile and his hands and his soft laugh. Things made more sense now that he had told you of his feelings. Every drop of anger dissipated from your chest and was replaced by heavy guilt. You needed him.

You padded over to the bow of the boat, catching yourself on the edge when it had turned without warning. You stood next to him, but he didn’t look to you. “Fi?”

He hummed softly.

“I want to apologize to you. For snapping at you. You’ve been nothing but good to me, you saved my life today and I yelled at you for it. I’m sorry.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m sorry I made you feel inadequate. That was not my intention.”

“I know.” The boat was expertly winding through trees and islands in the quiet water. It turned quickly and you stumbled into Fili’s side. He caught you and placed you safely on your feet. “I didn’t mean what I said, Fili. About…”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked.

He finally looked at you. “Yes,” he breathed, like he couldn’t believe you’d asked the question.

You reached for his freezing tunic around his waist. “I don’t want you to treat me like a child.” You paused as he scoffed. “And I never want you to put yourself in danger because of me- to protect me from something. I can handle myself.” You looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile when you saw his eyes already studying you. “But I do want your attention. And your care. Your friendship and-and your love. I treasure those things.”

His fingers took your chin and his thumb ran over your skin. He bent to kiss you gently. When he drew away, you smiled, reveling in his shining blue eyes.

“How did you say that word?” you asked.

“Which one?”

“Kur-kurduwê.”

He chuckled at your attempt and corrected you, rolling the back of his fingers down your cheek. “Kurduwê.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “My heart.”

He hummed, running his fingers through your wet hair, gently untangling the ends. “Look, (Y/N).”

You followed his gaze and saw a strong peak thrusting up into the clouded sky. “Is that it?”

“The Lonely Mountain.”

“We’re almost there, Prince.”

He chuckled and hummed, kissing your head and listening to the excited cries of the company. He’d reclaim the mountain for his family and learn to lead it for his people with you by his side.

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theartofbeinganeldar · 4 years

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 6

Summary: After discovering that you were stuck in Middle-Earth, Thranduil summoned a council of powerful Elves and wizards to see what should be done with you, expressing his wishes of wanting you out of his kingdom. The council decides to send you with Legolas on an orc-hunting mission, and if the Elves of the company that he deems trustworthy-- one of them being his own wife-- say that you've proven yourself worthy of staying among the Mirkwood Elves, then you can stay. The problem is actually managing to succeed...

Chapter No.: Chapter 6

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color [lad/lass/y-o]= lad/laddie, lass/lassie, young one

Notes: So, I have finished the Silmarillion, and may I just say, wow. I have a whole new understanding of Middle-Earth. It's amazing and inspiring. I do miss Maedhros and Maglor already though... Now, I've finished Beren and Luthien and started The Children of Hurin next in my quest to read every book on Middle-Earth that there is, written, of course, by the Tolkiens.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir LIVES, au to where some of the Feanorians lived, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Maedhros x Fingon, Maglor x OC, Thorin x OC maybe Bilbo you won't know for awhile, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

Instead of Blue-Eyes meeting you by Starlight, it was Erestor, instead. Aside from the one time you'd spoken to him with Haldir, asking him about other continents (Which, it turned out, you'd misunderstood. Beleriand had sunk, and so had Numenor and Tol Eressea, and no one but the Eldar could reach Aman anymore.), you hadn't spoken to him.

He was an older Elf, kind of intimidating, with a bird-like demeanor and an expression that said Don't fuck with me.

So yeah, you were kinda surprised.

Still, you bowed in the Elvish fashion. "Len Suilon, Erestor. Ci maer?"

"Suilad. Ni maer, [Y/N]," He assured nonchalantly. "A gin?"

"Ni maer eithro." You looked around nervously, hoping Blue-Eyes would pop out of nowhere and save you from a further conversation in what would probably be your poor Sindarin with an age-old Elf. "So, her majesty chose me for this scouting mission, eh?"

"Indeed," Erestor inclined his head. "Your Elvish improves, if slowly. You do not hesitate in your greetings anymore."

"Thank you, sir."

"Come, and lead Starlight along," Said Erestor unfairly regally, and sailed majestically away. "Have you been practicing your swordplay diligently? You may need it."

You nodded as you followed him. "Yes sir. Legolas, Elros, and Lindir have made sure that they split my day into learning Sindarin, weaponry, and even the general Elvish way of being Elvish." You tried not to sound irritated about that. They literally never gave you any free time. Not that you'd brought any books to read, and not that you could read any Elvish, but that wasn't the point.

"Good," Erestor nodded. "What are your strong suits?"

Ah, shit. "Uhm... I can throw a dagger pretty hard? I can probably shoot somebody dead if I'm point blank, but other than that, my aim sucks. I'm somewhat okay with a sword, though, and I prefer two. Why?"

"Curious," Erestor replied all mysteriously, and that was all he said on the matter.

The Elves chosen for the scouting mission-- the Elvenqueen herself, with Blue-Eyes, Haldir, and Elros-- were gathered and speaking amongst themselves, while Thorin and Dwalin next to their very dignified ponies glowered at them. Balin was feeding his own pony an apple, muttering to it kindly. Compared to the Elves, who were naturally tall and lithe, the short and stocky dwarves looked outrageously tiny.

"Ah," The Elvenqueen's attention was on you faster than a supersonic jet's. "You have arrived."

You bowed deeply. "Your majesty." To Haldir, and even to Legolas just to be safe from potential Elvenqueen-wrath-2.0, you added, "My Lords." You turned to Erestor. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you with the title, I forgot what ‘my lord’ is in Elvish."

To your surprise, the Elves chuckled. Except for the Elvenqueen, of course. "You need not worry yourself, mellonenin," Elros assured you. "You are still learning."

The Elvenqueen inclined her head. "We leave at once, if all are ready."

There were positive responses throughout, and everyone present mounted up. You caught sight of Lindir coming out of his tent for the morning, and waved; he looked confused, but awkwardly repeated your gesture. "What on Arda are you doing?" Blue-Eyes asked under his breath, like you were embarrassing him.

You snickered. "It's like a 'hi' and 'bye' gesture for when you're out of earshot of someone you know. It's called ‘waving’. Everyone does it where I come from."

"This is not your world, [Y/N]," The Elvenqueen reprimanded firmly. You fought the urge to shrink in on yourself. "If you are going to be a part of it and learn our ways, then you must do so faithfully, leaving everything you know of your world behind you. Your land is nothing but a poison, and I do not want it infecting Middle-Earth. Am I understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am-- your majesty, yes your majesty."

"Good," Said the Elvenqueen, and then she continued giving orders in Elvish, while Thorin purposefully repeated them in dwarvish for Balin and Dwalin, though everyone present spoke fluent English-- Common. For you, Blue-Eyes translated what he could before he was called up to ride beside his mother, so then Elros and Haldir took turns explaining. The whole event left you feeling like a fish out of water.

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It was around noon when the company halted, which Thorin and Dwalin had been leading on foot, while Balin kept their ponies tied to his own. At first, you assumed, lunch, finally, I'm starving, but instead, you'd stopped because Thorin had found a trail. "Orcs," He said.

Duh, you felt like saying, what else would it be? Bigfoot?

But after the Elvenqueen's earlier lecture, you kept that to yourself.

"Which way do they lead, master dwarf?" The Elvenqueen demanded.

Thorin huffed as he stood. "They go north, but they are heavy from travel. Wherever they came from, it is not from anywhere near the northern borders of Mirkwood or Erebor."

"Where else would they come from?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself. "Are there like orcish towns in the north or something? Maybe we could--”

"There is no such thing," The Elvenqueen snapped.

"The wargs that I had tracked were from Gundabad," Blue-Eyes said calmly, as if that hadn't ever been important information before. "The ones that attacked us on the river, however, were from Mordor."

You leaned over to Haldir as Blue-Eyes continued to speculate. "I'm confused. What's the difference?"

"Gundabad wargs are darker, lithe, and more agile," Haldir told you quietly. "They are more viscous, as well. A Mordor warg is more... Stout, I suppose you could say, and slightly lighter in color."

There was a flash of color before your eyes. Suddenly, you felt as if you were in a clearing of trees, surrounded by people in dark colors, while the sound of howls filled the air, unlike the ones you'd heard before.

These are Gundabad wargs! They will outrun you!

These are Rusteveld rabbits! I'd like to see them try.

You shook your head as you resituated yourself in the saddle. Well, that was sudden... It had been quite a few days since any of the strangely-familiar visions had come to you. You came back to your senses as Dwalin laughed uproarously. "Well, that settles it, then! To Gundabad!"

"Wait just a moment," The Elvenqueen said. "We are not all brash, Master Dwalin. We will go back and retrieve more forces before even thinking of going near Gundabad." With that, she turned her silver mare around and began trotting back, Haldir and Erestor on either side of her. Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin hung back, taking their time getting on their ponies and following after.

"Where's Gundabad?" You asked Legolas quietly; not that it did any good. Elves could hear grass growing on the other side of the continent if they wanted to. "And what is it?"

"It is northwest of here, in a cleft between the mountains," He answered. "It is an old fortress, from the time when the Dunedain first came to Middle-Earth from Numenor, if you remember." You nodded; he'd told you the entire story of the Silmarils and anything that went with it or after. "It was the gate that lead to the Witch-Kingdom of Angmar."

"Lead by the Witch-King..." You finished for him automatically. An eerie echo of a voice filled your mind: No man can kill me. At his impressed look, you scrunched up your face. "And what are you, French? How'd you make that 'h' sound in the middle of the damn word?!" You realized what you said only after you'd said it, and quickly looked to the Elvenqueen to see if she'd heard. If she had, she made no sign of it. "Sorry."

Blue-Eyes patted your back. "It is fine, Sairen, you can speak to me of your world, don't worry." With a cocky smile, he looked down at you smugly. "As for the pronunciation... You will learn to do it soon."

Back at camp, a group of Elves was already up and waiting to move out, and at the Elvenqueen's ringing voice, they followed after, and you all retraced your steps back to where Thorin, Dwalin, and Balin had found the orc tracks. You considered it pointless-- they could've just taken the host of a couple dozen Elves with them that way they didn't have to retrace their steps.

Partway there, you decided that goddamn song that'd been going through your head needed a damn good explanation. Unfortunately, Blue-Eyes was now up by his mother, leaving you between two totally random Elves. You'd never been good at starting up a conversation, but you decided to give it a try anyway. "...Hey, do either of you speak Common?"

Both Elves busted out laughing as if you'd made a hilarious joke about dwarves.

"Most Eldar can speak Common," The one on the right said, removing his helmet to look at you more clearly. Whoa. You practically fell off Starlight. He was beautiful. He had long, purely golden hair that fell down his back in unfairly glorious waves. He had soft blue eyes (Not as gorgeous as Blue-Eyes', but still.) and a fair face. "It would be considered quite odd, in our long lives, if one did not learn the tongues of others."

You just stared at him. "Dude. Are you like, made of gold?"

He laughed, which sounded a lot like something naturelike and unfairly beautiful. You'd never heard any of the Elves outright laugh, so this was a weird, new experience for you. "I have been asked many things, but that is new. No, I am just as flesh and bone as you are."

"Yeah, but yours are like, plated in gold, so, you're... Wow."

He laughed again. "What is your name, mellon?"

"[Y/N.]," You replied, in a daze, then leaned over quick to the Elf on your left, who tensed and tried to lead his horse away. "Do you even see this guy?!"

You turned back to Goldie. "A gin?"

As best as he could in the saddle, the Elf placed his right arm over his chest and bowed at the waist. "I am called Glorfindel. Gellon len covad!"

"Mae l'ovannen!" You said in response.

Glorfindel smiled at you. "What was your question, mellonenin?"

"Well thanks to you and your blinding gold-ness, I forgot. Give me a minute." You thought for a second, trying to ignore the literally glowing Elf beside you. "Ah! That's it. I asked if you could speak Common so you'd understand my question. You guys have songs, right?"

Glorfindel gave you a look like you'd just told him his hair looked like an orc's. "Of course we have songs! Many, many songs! They are as timeless as we are, and we, all of us, are taught these songs from a very young age. Did you wish to learn them?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I've never been good at singing." If I sang all you Elves would shatter like a glass in an opera-room. "When I got puffed here, a song started going through my head. I can never remember all of it. Just bits and pieces here and there. But it's really bugging me. So if I told you all I could remember, think you could remember one from your Elvish past?"

Glorfindel inclined his head. "I shall answer to the best of my ability."

"Okay," You wracked your brain for the lyrics. "Okay, uh... Something about leaving home, and fading... Lots of fading. The one sentence I can always clearly remember is 'all shall fade.'" You looked at him curiously. "That ringin’ any bells?"

Glorfindel thought hard. "If by that you mean if I can remember anything similar, I cannot. If it is a song of Arda, it is not one I know, and I can remember most Eldar songs."

That caused a lightbulb to appear above your head. You gasped, wide-eyed.

"Wait! You're Glorfindel?! As in, the Glorfindel?! The guy in Gondolin who tried to protect Turgon by fighting the Balrog?!"

"Ah, Turgon... He was a good friend."

"And when it fell it grabbed your hair?!"

Glorfindel flinched. "Can we not mention that...?"

"And then you came back to life to fight Sauron?!"

"Yes--"

"The guy who was in love with Ecthelion of the Fountain?!"

Glorfindel flushed, his face going a deep shade of un-Elvish red-- on him, though, it was more of a rose-gold... "Yes, I am that Glorfindel, and I would advise you hush before you draw the attention of the Elvenqueen."

Nervously, you glanced ahead, to where the Elvenqueen sat regally upon her horse. If she or Leggy had heard you, neither of them made any indication of it. With a giddy smile, you looked back to Glory. "This is so cool. Where I'm from, you rarely ever meet anybody so important. Now I've met some of the most important people of Middle-Earth! Ooh, am I also gonna get to meet the king of Gondor?!"

Glorfindel looked confused, but amused. "Gondor has no king, and has not for many, many years. Not since the death of Isildur. Now, the stewards of Gondor keep watch over the city and uphold its laws, and await for the heir to the Gondorian royalty to show himself."

"Or herself," You specified, fighting a wince as you heard a voice echo, Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "Hardly ever is a mortal woman given any sort of royal duties alone. She would have to marry someone of high standing to be considered queen."

You scoffed. "Great. So the humans of Middle-Earth are assholes, too. Figured I'd escape from that."

"The race of Man is a fickle one," Glorfindel agreed. "More often than not, they are the cause of most grief in the world." He smiled. "But worry not! You are of the Eldar now, and are not subject to their torments."

You shrugged. "Good point..." You beamed excitedly at him. "Tell me about your adventures!"

He did, until the Elvenqueen gave the signal to dismount and to keep silent. You'd been so into Glorfindel's stories that you hadn't noticed that the trees had thinned out, giving way to loose, rusty-brown soil and rocky slopes. All of the Elves sailed silently over the rocks, while the dwarves trampled noisily.

For days (Which passed like extremely-long hours, and you weren't even hungry or thirsty or tired.), the procession trekked through the hills without any audible communication, until the huge hills rose up to your left and in the north into jagged mountains. You kept going, and going, and really wondered how any of the Elves that'd been left could possibly reach any of you for backup if needed in time.

On what was about noon of the week and a half mark, you came to an overlook that spread down beneath you into a huge, rocky valley, dry and desolate. There was no sign of life, and further still, about a couple days away by foot, was another tall, jagged outcropping overlooking a massive structure of bronze. Small black dots which you were going to assume were birds flitted about the top of it, and it stretched what looked like hundreds of feet into the air. You were astonished.

"We came all this way for rocky dirt and an old tower. I don't see any signs of life there." You kept your voice at a whisper, like some of the other Elves who'd began talking amongst themselves.

Blue-Eyes eyed the tower warily. "You're not supposed to."

You turned to watch him walk away. "Then what?" Blue-Eyes gave the Elves some order in Elvish, and you continued. "So we came all this way to see that it really doesn't look like there's orcs there but really, there are, so, what do we do? They've obviously got a shit ton of more orcs behind there. We're probably way outnumbered. So what do we do?"

"We," He replied, "Are going to do just what we came here to do. We're going to scout, by getting as close as we can and seeing what we can. Then we leave. It's as simple as that. If, however, we're ambushed, the rest of the procession has been following us slowly. They're only a couple of hours behind."

You frowned. You must not've gotten that memo because everybody felt the need to speak highly advanced Elvish when you only knew a couple ways to say "hi." "So what do we do if we see something we don't like? Attack?"

"If we can," Blue-Eyes told you, "But it most likely will not come to that. We simply came to see if they have larger numbers than those few who attacked us at the river."

You gave him an incredulous look with an eyebrow raised nearly to your hairline. "...Few?"

He scoffed, and walked off, giving orders in Sindarin that you only caught a word or two of. You were watching him with a glower, when you noticed Lindir sidling up on your right smugly. "...Do you not wish that you know what he is saying?"

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Ugh, Lindy, geez, can you read my goddamn mind?" You turned to mock-glare at him; he was preening. "Well? What was he saying?"

Lindir laughed and wagged a finger at you-- so Elvish. "No no no no no, mellon, I will not make it that easy for you. If you wish to know exactly what he said, then you will have to continue learning from your current point."

Your shoulders slumped. "Really? Damn. Fine, I guess, since it looks like we're camping here." And it did. Practically everyone was going around setting up bedrolls, but you seen no sign of a fire. "Glad it's warm-ish. What, we just supposed to freeze?"

Lindir gestured to Gundabad. "If we light a fire, they will see us, and our stealth will be for naught."

You gave him an odd look. "...What?"

Lindir blinked. "If they see us, our stealth will be for naught."

You stared at him blankly. "...Naught?"

Lindir suddenly looked panicked. "Do they not have that word on your world? It means the same as nothing, in this context."

You scoffed with a cocky smirk. "I know what it means. You Elves are just so damn fancy." You reached over and ruffled his strangely-perfect brown hair, to which he yelped and yanked away from you as if you'd tried to stab him. You left your hand in the air where his head had been, wide-eyed, as Lindir stared at you in shock. "Uhh... Got a sensitive spot on your head there?"

Lindir narrowed his eyes at you. "I should teach you Eldar custom as well. No Elf touches another's hair, for whatever reason, unless it is necessary, which is more than likely never to happen. Braiding and touching another's hair is considered something only for the wedded to do."

You yanked your hand away from where his head had been. "Sorry. I didn't know. Where I come from, that whole hair-ruffle thing is used between siblings or friends."

Lindir smiled softly, straightening his hair. "It is fine, [Y/N.]. You had no way of knowing. But, now I realize I must teach you language and customs-- or perhaps Elros can do that..."

You snickered to yourself, earning an odd look from the Elf. You shrugged. "Nothin', just, I've got specific Elvish teachers now. You're my language teacher, Elros is now customs, Legolas is history, and Glorfindel is music. I'm gonna be a true Elf before I know it."

"Maybe never a true Elf," Lindir laughed, "But close enough!"

You laughed with him, but on the inside, winced. You doubted if he meant it as an insult, but it hit you like one. No, you'd never been considered good enough to be a true anything, especially an Elf of all creatures, who were naturally shiny and glowy and perfect and shit. But still, for someone to confirm it, even in a joking manner, that you'd never be good enough to be a true Elf...

It really hurt.

You acted all casual on the outside throughout the rest of the evening, laughing and joking when needed, but internally, you were fighting a dull ache in your chest. You'd gotten it a few times before-- rarely, but still-- and you knew exactly what it was. The desire to fit in. You'd never had a chance on Earth. But here, you'd hoped to at least be considered a part of their realm.

Dammit, why am I so sensitive?! He didn't mean anything by it!

But what were you really doing here? Struggling to prove yourself to a race that would never accept you. To all Elves, you'd be considered an imposter, like Thorin had said. You knew for a fact you'd never be good around "the race of Man," as they put it, and even in this world, you knew you'd never fit in with them, either. At best, the Men would see you only as a rebel Elf trying to fit into the society of Man. Dwarves? Hell no. What about the Hobbit-folk? Maybe you'd at least be considered a friend to them? No, you were an Elf here. They'd be wary of you, maybe even fearful.

Maybe you should just settle for traveling like a vagabond, like Gandalf does. When everyone else was resting, you stayed by Starlight. You scratched underneath of his chin, and he rested his snout on your inner elbow, allowing you to rest your head on his, staring into his eyes and putting off a feeling of calm. "You accept me for who I am, right?"

Starlight's ears were pricked toward you, so at least he was listening. His only response was a blink. You sighed, closing your eyes. You didn't even have the security of him. One day, he'd grow old and pass away, while you lived on for eons. Carefully, so as not to spook him, you reached up and scratched behind his ears.

"Mellonenin?" Said a voice behind you. You turned to see Legolas, looking concerned. He glanced back over his shoulder, to where the rest of the Elves talked amongst themselves, even conversating a little with the dwarves. "What are you doing out here?"

You gave him a smug look. "What's this I hear, Blue-Eyes? Showing concern for me?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Hardly. Just curious."

You shrugged, going back to loving on Starlight. "Everybody seemed to be doing good without me. Lindir and Elros said my lessons on custom and language were done for the day, so I figured I'd spend some time with Star."

Blue-Eyes shook his head in exasperation. "I will never understand your shortening of names..." He fixed you with an expression that you couldn't quite read. "...Are you nervous about a potential battle, Sairen?"

You shrugged. "Hack'n'slash. Can't be that hard. I have played video games, y'know, and I did get here through a LARP event." You shot him a cocky grin. "I think I can handle myself. Always have."

Blue-Eyes smiled softly. "Well... I am certain you will surpass my father's standards. I have no doubt of it."

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest. Your cheeks flushed. "Thanks. That really... That really means a lot, for you to be sure of me."

Blue-Eyes hummed thoughtfully, smoothing down Starlight's pitch mane. "Your world did not appreciate you as it should have. You are a kind person, Sairen, and while at times you are eccentric, that only adds to your persona. I know that I can put my full trust in you anytime, and not be disappointed." He smiled at you. "I am glad to know you, mellon. I feel as if you were meant to be here."

For a minute, you both just stared at each other with smiles on your faces, while you felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Any upset feelings from earlier completely burned away. His pale gold hair looked white in the moonlight. Fuck, I will not cry. I will not. Not at all. Definitely not even having to try... You finally blushed and looked away, busying yourself with straightening Starlight's forelock, though the smile remained on your face.

"Damn, Blue-Eyes. You're making me blush." He laughed, and you added, "But... I'm really glad I know you too, Leggy. You've been nice to me, and actually believe in me..." You smirked at him. "That's rare for me. Thank you."

He looked almost appalled. "You do not need to thank me for taking a liking to you, Sairen. It is not as if it is a chore." Suddenly making up his mind about something, he drew his shoulders back. "Would you like to go for a ride together?"

You beamed at him. "Duh! It's a horse, of course I wanna go for a ride!"

Blue-Eyes laughed. "Come on, then, let's go. Stay close to me; we will be going in the opposite direction of Gundabad, but orcs could still roam these wilds."

You nodded as you mounted Starlight, grinning stupidly down at the stupidly perfect Elf who smiled at you. "Got it. Let's go!"

Your heart was pounding dangerously as the two of you trotted off away from camp, talking about the history of Middle-Earth, as you tried to keep from staring outright at Legolas. As your heart faltered, looking at him smiling at you as the moonlight hit his hair, you realized something...

Shit.

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Angel On Fire - Ch. 4 - Elves

Warnings: Heartbreaks ; angst ; fluff ; mentions of death ; Fluff galore ; then more angst

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader ; Thorin Oakenshield X Reader ; Bucky X Reader X Thorin ; Marvel X Reader X Hobbit

Summary: Heartbroken and Lost the reader finds herself stranded in a strange but familiar land filled with creatures of fantasy. joining the company of Thorin Oakenshield, (Name) travels across Middle Earth in search of a way to make it back to her home and the people that love her.

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The Company begins following the path. I hesitate for a moment before following after them. At times, we have difficulty going down the path. Suddenly the pathway eventually opens out into an open area; there is a valley below, and I feel my breath catch at the sheer beauty of the city nestled in against the rocks. I had never seen such a beautiful sight in my life. I had the sudden urge to rush down the path and over to experience the city, but I held myself back.

“The Valley of Imladris. In the Common Tongue, it’s known by another name.” Gandalf says sensing my excitement.

“Rivendell.” Bilbo says amazement in his voice.

“Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea.” Gandalf exclaims a smile on his lips.

“This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy.” Thorin chimes in anger in his voice.

“You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself.”

“You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us.”

“Of course, they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me.”

I almost power walk down the path as we walk across a bridge and enter Rivendell. A few elves are seen strolling about. The dwarves and I look around uneasily. When we reach an entry like area a dark-haired elf walks down a flight of stairs and greets us. I find myself staring at him as they are different from any elves I have seen before.

“Mithrandir.” The Elf says to Gandalf when he reaches us.

“Ah, Lindir!”

As Lindir and Gandalf greet each other, the dwarves murmur amongst themselves in distrust. Thorin whispers to Dwalin, “Stay sharp.”

“Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen.” (We heard you had crossed into the Valley.) Lindir says to Gandalf and I smile as I can understand him.

“I must speak with Lord Elrond.” Gandalf replies.

“My lord Elrond is not here.”

“Not here? Where is he?”

Suddenly, the Elvish horns from earlier are heard again. Our Group turns around and they see a group of armed horsemen approaching along the bridge at a rapid rate making Thorin yell out, “Ifridî bekâr! (Ready weapons!) Hold ranks!” The dwarves bunch up together into a tight circle with me shoved in the middle and their weapons pointed outward; The mounted Elves arrive and ride in circles around the dwarves. Eventually, they stop, and one elf, separates himself from the others.

I stare at him as he dismounts his black stallion. He was adorned in wine red armor with long raven hair that reaches down to the small of his back. His forehead adorned with a silver vine like crown. “Gandalf.” The dark-haired elf says as he rides up to Gandalf who bows gracefully before saying, “Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?” (My friend! Where have you been?)

“Farannem ‘lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui.” (We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.) Elrond dismounts from his horse, then he and Gandalf hug. “Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near.” Elrond holds up an Orc sword and shows it to everyone, then hands it to Lindir.

“Ah, that may have been us.” Gandalf says as Thorin steps forward, and Elrond looks upon him with recognition as he says, “Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.” Thorin tilts his head as he says, “I do not believe we have met.”

“You have your grandfather’s bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain.”

“Indeed; he made no mention of you.” Ignoring this insult, Elrond turns to the dwarves and speaks in Elvish.

“Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin.” (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.) I understand but my companions not so much.

“What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?” Gloin says as he holds his axe up by his face making a chuckle leave my lips. The dwarves grow bellicose and grip their weapons uneasily. Gandalf speaks exasperatedly, “No, master Gloin, he’s offering you food.”

The dwarves quickly discuss this amongst themselves, before Gloin turns back to them and says, “Ah well, in that case, lead on.”

As if he senses that there is someone that doesn’t belong with a group of dwarves, Elrond’s grey eyes find mine and I find myself a little starstruck. “And who might this young lady be?” He asks, and I feel my cheeks flush.

“This is (Name), we discovered her along our journey.” Gandalf says as he ushers me up to stand next to the tall Elf. Elrond looks me up and down then glances at Gandalf. Gandalf nods slowly before he ushers the dwarves along leaving me alone with Elrond.

“Tell me (Name), how is it you came to be here?” Elrond asks as we slowly follow behind the dwarves.

“Honestly, I don’t know. It all makes little to no sense.” I answer honestly feeling like I could suddenly tell him anything. “One moment I was walking away from…” I pause my heart clenching as I finally think about Bucky again.

“From where?” Elrond asks, and I shake my head.

“It doesn’t matter. Anyway,” I quickly tell him about the events leading up to my being found by the dwarves and his brow furrows slightly as he ponders my words.

“And do you plan on telling them about your other gifts?” Elrond asks making me stop in my footsteps. How did he know? “Your gifts are nothing to be ashamed of. I think you’ll find the people of Middle Earth more accepting than that of your home world.”

“How did you know?” I ask worry and fear filling my body.

“I have my ways. Plus, you are not the only one with gifts in this world. Many elves are born with unique abilities.” He answers a smirk filling his lips. “You have no need to fear, I will keep your secret.” He says, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Before the meal, would you like to wash up?”

“Oh God yes, thank you.” I answer instantly making him chuckle. I hear him call out to someone and I watch as a young woman with long chocolate hair walks up and meets us. He introduces her as Uriel and then says she will take me where I need to go. I give him a thankful smile as I quickly follow after her. Reaching the bathing room, I stare at the bath centered in the middle. Right, this place probably didn’t have showers. I think to myself as Uriel motions me forward.

“The water should already be warm enough. Would you like some help?” She asks, and I stare at her for a moment in confusion before I shake my head.

“Thank you, but no, I think I can manage.” I answer, and she nods.

“These are some bathing salts and oils, use whichever ones you like.” She says motioning to some vase like containers.

“Thank you.” I reply unconsciously rubbing my arms.

“You are welcome.” She says before she leaves the room.

When I am alone, I let out a heavy sigh and walk over to the bath tub. Grabbing them one at a time I open the lids and give them each a sniff. Some of them were nice smelling of roses, lavender, and earthy. However, there were a couple I opened that instantly gave me a headache they were so potent. Setting them back I grab one that smells earthy and I smile as I set it closer to the bath tub.

Letting out a heavy sigh I pull my jacket off and setting it down on a nearby table start removing the remainder of my clothes. I reach for the tied leather strap and think back to when Thorin tied it and I smile. Untying it, I pull the strap through my belt loops and gently set it on the table next to my jacket. Sliding out of the remainder of my clothes I hear something thump against the ground and I look down to see that I still had my cell phone. Reaching down I pull it up and hitting the home button realize it still had power.

“Well I’ll be.” I say an impressed smirk filling my lips. “I guess Tony knew what he was doing when he designed this.” I set it down on the table neatly next to everything before I slowly climb into the bath. The warm water washes over my body making me let out a heavenly sigh. After however many nights and days I had been with the Dwarves, Bilbo, and Gandalf; I had yet to have had a bath and it had been driving me insane. They might have been fine with how they smelled but I’ll be damned if I smell like them.

Dipping my head under the surface I keep my eyes closed as I let the sounds of the world slip away. It was quite peaceful. Breaking the surface, I smooth my hair back and quickly start the process of scrubbing every inch of my body. I am so focused that I don’t hear Uriel come back in with a new set of clothes until she is right next to me making me jump in shock and cover my body as a shocked scream leaves my lips.

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew I was here.” She says as I try to calm my racing heart.

“Well I do now, geez you startled me.” I stare at her for a moment before I let out a sigh and say, “I’m sorry, I scared you as well. Are you okay?” She nods and quickly regains her composure before she clears her throat and sets the new clothes down on the table beside my old ones.

“Would you like me to clean these for you?” she asks holding them up and I think to myself for a moment before I nod.

“Thank you. I’d greatly appreciate it.” I answer, and she gives me a soft smile as she starts to collect them. She swiftly leaves the room and I let out a heavy sigh. I wait a minute to make sure she isn’t coming straight back, and I lift my hand out of the water. Wiggling my fingers, I use my ability to make the water float out of the bath and dance around like little raindrops. I smile as I lean forward into the droplets letting them wash the dirt and exhaustion away.

Once they fall back to the surface I stand up and waving my hands cause a wave like hand to reach up out of the water and after it reaches above my head, I let out a relaxing breath and the water cascades over my body as it falls back into the tub. Running my hands through my hair I smooth it back and taking a deep breath smile. I quickly use the earthy bath oil I had picked to wash my body before rinsing off and stepping out of the bath reach for the cloth that Uriel had left for me.

Wrapping it around my body I walk over to the clothes she had left for me and taking them in my hands wince at the length. I was nowhere near as tall as any of these elves, this skirt was going to get ruined. Blowing air through my lips I set the dress back on the table. I had to admit it was a beautiful color, but the idea of wearing a dress here in this world left a bad taste in my mouth. I quickly dry my body off and then use the clothe to wrap up my hair.

Grabbing the silky gown, I groan inwardly as I lift the skirt over my shoulders and let it slide down over my body. it was then that I realized that not only were they super tall, but they were also ridiculously skinny. I almost didn’t need the ties as my breasts tried to escape out the front. Shaking my head, I try to situate my chest so that my girls didn’t fall out. After I get “comfortable” I run my hands down my sides to make sure that I hadn’t missed any ties. It was a little tight, but I’d have to deal for now.

At least until Uriel brought me back my old clothes, and my underwear. Hopefully there would be no strong winds. I didn’t really feel like flashing anyone any time soon. Unwrapping my hair, I set the cloth down neatly on the side of the tub and lifting my hands contort the air to whip around my head drying my hair in the process. Running my fingers through it as it dries, I attempt to tame its wavy locks. When it is dry enough, I release the air and smile as it slowly fades into a slight breeze.

I didn’t have a mirror, but I remember my cell phone and walking over to it grab it and turn on the selfie cam. After making sure I didn’t look too terrible I turn off my phone and holding it tightly in my hand reach for my sword. For now, I would have to hold it but when I got my pants back, I would be able to tie it back around my waist. I open the door to find Uriel standing right outside and I stare at her for a moment before I say, “Thank you, for the bath, and the clothes.”

“You are welcome.” She replies a soft smile on her lips. “Would you like me to show you to the party?”

“Yes, please.” I ask motioning with my sword for her to lead the way.

The dwarves are sitting around tables in the Elvin court eating when I arrive. I fidget in my dress but instantly stop once I come into view making the dwarves all stop complaining over their food and look in my direction. Giving them a slight wave, I look around for a place to sit down. I find an empty seat next to Fili and making a beeline for it I smile softly as they all welcome me.

“You look beautiful (Name).” I hear Balin say and I give him a polite smile.

“Thank you Balin.”

“I think she looks uncomfortable.” Dwalin says making me let out a chuckle.

“You would be right. This dress leaves a little to the imagination. I’m a little more endowed than most of the elves I have seen.” I motion to my figure as I set my sword down next to me on the ground.

“I hope you like green food, that’s all they have.” Dwalin announces making me look up and down the table to see that he is right.

“Well, I’m not against a salad. I just wish I had some ranch.” I say making the all look at me in confusion. “It’s a type of dressing. At least it is where I’m from.”

“See (Name) is eating it. Try it. Just a mouthful.” Dori says to his brother Ori, who is poking at his salad.

“I don’t like green food.” Dwalin looks through a bowl of greens before he says, “Where’s the meat?” Oin holds up a vegetable with his knife and looks at in disgust.

“Have they got any chips?” Ori asks as he looks around the table.

Hearing music start I turn to see an elf maiden playing a flute. I don’t think it sounds too bad, but I can instantly tell my companions don’t share my musical tastes. Oin, not liking the sound, stuffs a napkin in his hearing trumpet, and looks happy that he can no longer hear the music. I chuckle at him before noticing Dwalin staring at Kili as he says, “Can’t say I fancy elf maidens myself too thin.” I follow his gaze over to the Elvin maiden at the harp and stifle a laugh as he continues, “They’re all too high cheekbones, creamy skin, not enough facial hair for me; although, that one there’s not bad.”

I follow his gaze to the one he is mentioning, and I practically snort as Dwalin says, “That’s not an Elf maiden.”

We all burst out laughing at him and I suddenly wish I had caught that on tape. Remembering my cell phone, I pull it out and secretly start taking pictures of everything. When I got back Tony would enjoy seeing these pictures. I lift my phone up and smiling softly snap pictures of my new friends. After a few seconds my actions catch their gaze making Fili lean into me his voice inches from my ear as he says, “What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s a camera.” I say pulling it down to show him. “See it takes pictures of whatever I see and saves it to memory, so I’ll always have a piece of evidence that this moment happened.”

“Fascinating.” He says his eyes filling with intrigue.

“Here, let’s take one together.” I say as I turn on the selfie cam and lifting it up lean into his chest and say, “Smile and look into this little dot here at the top.”

“Okay,” Fili says and as he smiles, I take the picture and then showing it to him making him smile. “Now when you return home, you’ll remember us.” He says, and a soft smile fills my lips.

“I could never forget any of you; but yes.” I reply moving the camera back to the rear one. Moving the phone around I let out giggles as the dwarves start making funny faces for the camera. I move the camera up to see Thorin looking at us and I smile devilishly as I take a secret picture of him. Pulling the camera down to my lap I nibble at my salad until I see Thorin leave the head table and move away from everyone to a corner. I am about to stand up and go talk to him when Bofur says, “Alright lads there’s only one thing for it.” I watch him as he climbs up on a pedestal and starts singing.

I quickly pull my phone back out and this time take a video of him singing dancing. After a few verses, I had to start dodging food as the dwarves start a food fight. “I’m only gonna say this once, but I just took a bath and if I get hit with food you all are dead men.” I warn and then instantly regret it as they all turn toward me with food in their hands. Before they have a chance to throw it at me, I jump up and slipping behind Thorin stick my tongue out at them.

“Are you using me as a shield?” He asks, and I giggle.

“Only against the food onslaught.” I answer honestly making a slight smile fill his lips.

“Balin was right… when he said you looked beautiful.” Thorin says softly catching me off guard. I stare at his back unsure of how to respond. His comment caught me by surprise, but it was the reaction it was causing inside me that had me utterly confused. Butterflies fill my stomach as I unconsciously reach up to clutch to the back of his shirt. I feel him tense through it and it brings me back to where I was making me instantly release his shirt and clear my throat.

“Sorry, I uh, had a moment.” I say moving from behind him to stand beside him a slight flush to my cheeks. “Not really used to compliments.”

“Now that is surprising.” He says looking from his kin to me. “I would figure many a man would shower you with compliments.”

“Be surprised.” I reply looking at the chaos in front of us that was his rambunctious family. A smile fills my lips as I watch them all rough-house around. I fidget in my dress a little as I suddenly feel how tight it really is. “They look like they are enjoying themselves. You have to admit it is nice to have a roof over your head for a night or so.”

“Although it is with Elves… I have to agree with you.” Thorin replies making me look over at him. I wasn’t much taller than him, maybe by about 8 inches taller than him standing at 5’6”.

“Why do you dislike elves so much?” I ask meeting his gaze.

“I have my reasons.” He replies his eyes leaving mine.

“Why not tell me about it?” I ask making him look down at the floor in contemplation. “I mean, I’m a third-party member, I’m not biased. I won’t pick one side over the other.” He smirks for a moment before he turns towards me.

“Walk with me, will you?” He asks, and I nod following him as he walks away from the commotion of the party. As I follow him along the walkways that lead throughout Rivendell, I listen to his story and the more I hear the more my heart breaks for him. To lose your home and everything you knew in just a few short minutes was devastating. I mean I couldn’t really blame the elves, or this Thranduil, from not getting involved. They were up against a dragon, and the ones I had seen before from my travels with Thor were big and intimidating. Although they were really no match for my oldest brother.

“I don’t really know what to say.” I finally speak as we lean against a railing that overlooked the waterfall. “I know what it’s like to lose the only home you’ve ever known. It could not have been easy out there alone.”

“You speak as if you have some semblance of what I’ve been through.” He states, and I nod. Taking a deep breath, I try not to let too much out as I tell him my story.

“When I was a child, I lost my parents in an accident. Not having anyone to turn to, or anywhere else to go, I was tossed into the gutter to rot. Since I was so young, I couldn’t work and therefore couldn’t take care of myself. I had to dig through the trash just to find food to eat. I was like that for about a year before anyone did anything about it. I guess this one guy found out I was snooping through his trash and one night he decided to throw away a big full cooked Cornish game hen. It was wrapped nice and neat, so I thought he was nonchalantly helping me out. I ate the whole thing not paying any mind to the strange taste it had.” I pause tears filling my eyes.

“I soon found out that in an attempt to get rid of me, he had poisoned the hen. As I lay in the gutter puking my guts up and foaming at the mouth so many people just walked by, not wanting to ruin their nights with what I was going through.”

“How did you survive?” He asks his eyes filling with a foreign emotion.

“As I lay there, potentially dying, I heard a voice calling me home. My world went black, and when I woke up, I was in a beautiful golden city in the sky. Asgard. Turns out while Odin was making his random rounds throughout the nine realms, he spotted me. He found me intriguing, so he watched while the man poisoned me, and while the people walked by me not caring at all. I guess he felt sorry for me, but he took me in and raised me as his own.”

“That was nice of him.” Thorin interjects his eyes focused on the cascading water.

“Odin never did anything he didn’t have a reason for.” I add my brows knitting together.

“Did?” Thorin asks his eyes finding mine.

“He died.” I say my heart clenching in my chest. “Soon before my home Asgard was destroyed leaving only dust behind.”

“I am sorry for your loss.”

“As am I for your own.” I add turning to meet his gaze. “Fate is a tricky mistress. You never know what she has in store for you.”

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The Harpist

A/n: This was edited! He now has a name and a blog!

Paring: Haprist Of Rivendell/Heledir x reader

Warnings: none I think maybe fluff?

Prompt: You are traveling with the company to Rivendell, as you are eating you notice the elf Kili was talking about and he noticed you.

You were with the company for dinner at Rivendell, you looked around the open room from where the company and yourself were sitting. The room had a big table for you, the dwarfs and Bilbo and a smaller one for Lord Elrond, Thorin and Gandalf.

There were plants coming into the room and the sun was positioned perfectly to light to the room. The atmosphere was amazing and the music they minstrel elves played was amazing.

Kili was talking about how he did not fancy elves, you turned your attention away from the scenery and towards the young dwarf listening to him babble.

“although that one there is not bad.” Kili looked towards the elf he was talking about. You followed his gaze your mouth dropped. This elf was the most beautiful elf you have ever seen, though he was not an elf maid as Kili thought but Kili was not wrong. He had long brown hair hair that was braided, his eyes were a pricing blue.

“That’s not an elf maid.” Sealing said leaning forward slightly. Kili shot him a surprised look and looked back the elf then back at Dwalin. The company began to laugh, but you didn’t you haven’t been able to look away from him. He seemed not to pay attention to the company and what they were saying, he only focused on playing his arm that was in the crook of his arm. He seemed to feel your gaze he turned his head to look at you, your eyes met his and he gave you a small smile he never stopped playing.

“Looks like Y/N agrees with your statement Kili!” Balin teased causing the company to erupted into laughter again. You whirled your head around to face the company blushing widely, you reached across the table to punch Balin. You huffed and crossed your arms, but little did you know the harpist was still looking at you and smiling.

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Sometime after dinner you wandered around Rivendell it was amazing and you wanted to see it all before you left. You found yourself walking in a hall trying to get to the gardens but you became lost.

“Did you need help Milady?” A calm voice called. You turned around the find the harpist from before, you blushed and looked down fiddling with your hands. How could you run into him? Was he looking for you?

“Y-yes. I am a bit lost I’m trying to get to the gardens.” You said nervously, this is the first time you have ever stuttered or even be nervous. He chuckled and gently grabbed grabbed your hand and placing it in the crook of his arm.

“I will gladly take you to the gardens Milady, maybe I could walk you around as well?” He looked at you hopefully his blue eyes were bright and young. You lifted your head to meet his gaze and blushed more and only nodded since you didn’t want to embarrass yourself anymore.

You two walked for what seemed like hours until he stopped with you at the entrance of the gardens, He turned to you and smiled.

“Milady May I walk with you?” He asked tilting his head ever so slightly. You blushed even brighter and looked into his eyes.

“O-of course!” You tried to smile but you were still beating yourself up from stuttering. His features brighten and he smiled, he confidently led you through the gardens. The flowers were amazing so many different colors, shape and sizes. You could see some of the female elves braiding flower crowns giving to each other and sometimes even male elves, the Harpist seemed to notice you staring at them and that’s when it dawned on him he never told you his name.

“My name is Heledir, Milady.” He said smiling down at you. Your e/c eyes met his blue ones and you smiled shyly.

“Y/n.” Heledir nodded and smiled before stopping in his tracks and turning to a flower bush, you tried to lean around him to see what he was doing but couldn’t see. It only took a few minutes before Heledir turned back around he was now holding a flower crown that were made up of all your favorite colors and flowers.

You blushed as he held it up slightly.

“May I?” He asked holding it above your head. Your voice was caught in your throat, nobody has ever made you a flower crown before, hell nobody gave you anything before. You nodded and he gently placed it on your head and he smiled.

“There Milady! Now your the most beautiful maiden ever, even tho you were always were!” Heledir said placing his hands on your cheeks smiling warmly. You were blushing but you couldn’t look away from his blue eyes, something soon overcame you and you stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips against his soft ones.

Heledir eyes widen for amount before he closed his eyes and slowly kissed you back, he smiled into the kiss and moved his arms to your waist pulling your body’s closer together. When you both pulled away for air all your nervousness faded away, he was looking at you so lovingly. Maybe this was meant to be?

#harpist of rivendell #harpist #he needs more love #harpist of rivendell x reader #the hobbit x reader #hobbit imagines #Heledir #Heledir x reader #Heledir oneshot

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Underestimated - Thorin’s Company

Requested by: @iwazoomingouttahere

I think this is how I request haha, could I have a Thorins company x reader where she’s the youngest so they assume she’s not a good fighter so they’re all shocked when she takes out a whole orc pack basically on her own? I loved all your other imagines and now I’m rambling haha sorry.. 💕

You’re the first person to request something, I’m so happy, thank you

Warning: Fluff. Moody lil’ reader. Mentions of violence. Mentions of blood. The company being absolute smothers. That’s it I think (not too sure if I used any curse words, pretty sure I didn’t this time.)

Words: 1,770

Pairings: Thorin’s Company x Reader (female reader) (young reader)

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Being the youngest seriously sucked. You had at least expected it from the dwarves, but for Bilbo to undermine your capabilities had truly flabbergasted you. ‘HE CAN’T EVEN LIFT AN ACTUAL SWORD!’ The bitter thought was loud as it bounced around in your head.

You trailed behind the company, minus Gandalf who, once again, disappeared to Mahal knows where. You kicked every rock and stone that were unfortunate to be along the path you walked. Your head was down as you mumbled insults about each and every person that walked before you.

“Bunch of elf loving, lettuce eating idiots.”

Granted, your insults were never too harsh when spoken about the people you’ve come to care about and travel with, but they had seriously infuriated you to know end. “Stupid Dwalin and his stupid bold head with his stupid axe, getting in the way of my kill.”

Fíli and Kíli slowed their walk until they fell behind enough to join your side, Kíli on your left, Fíli on your right. “Who are you cursing under your breath now, little mouse?” The older prince spoke as Kíli slung his arms over your shoulder.

“Yeah pipsqueak, why so moody?”

You huffed in annoyance and threw his arm off of your shoulders then folding your own across your chest, picking up speed, forcing the brothers to follow you. “Nothing.”

Fíli and Kíli snickered at your grouchy attitude and rolled their eyes, picking up their own speed to re-join you. “Now, now, don’t get your undergarments in a twist.”

You clenched your jaw and bit down harshly on your tongue, refraining from saying something you may regret to either of the two. Just as Fíli opened his mouth to say yet another snarky, teasing remark, Thorin announces that they were to stop and set up camp.

You breathed out a sigh in relief and quickly headed towards the opening that you’ve come across and proceed to slide your knapsack off of your shoulder and place in on the floor, pulling out your bedroll and setting it up ready for later that night.

Thorin gave orders to everyone, Bombur and Balin to sit tight whilst the others go collect wood and hunt for meat. You marched over towards Thorin with a determined step, chest puffed out, oozing confidence. “What do you want me to do?”

Thorin turned his gaze towards you and flashed you a small smile. “Don’t worry, go sit and read that book of yours, relax.” He ruffled your hair as he walked past you. You let your shoulder slump as you sighed in defeat, trudging over towards your bedroll, sitting down cross legged, elbows rested atop your knees and your face held within your hands.

‘Bloody dwarves.’

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You and the others sat around the fire, an amber glow illuminating each member of the company as they ate the rabbit stew Bombur had prepared with the help of Balin and Nori. They roared with laughter, but you sat there silently, not wanting to partake in their boisterous manners and jokes.

“What’s the matter lass? You tired?” Bofur spoke, drawing the company’s attention towards you.

“Are you tired? It’s fine if you want to head off to sleep.” Nori added, everyone curious if that was the reason for your unusual quietness.

You huffed in annoyance and set your nearly empty bowl of food down by the side of you with a thud, shocking some of the members. “No. I am NOT tired. No in the way you may think.” You uttered the last part of your answer quietly, fed up with how overbearing and annoying yet oblivious they were being. You stood hastily and began to walk to the treeline. “I’m going for a stroll.”

The other members were left stunned by your little outburst as they watched you quickly retrieve your weapon before disappearing beyond the trees. Just as Dwalin stood to go get you to return to camp, Balin placed a hand on to his brothers’ arm, stopping him from following you.

“Let her go, she clearly needs some time to herself.” Of course, Balin was just as concerned as any of the other members but knew Gandalf had chosen you to join them for a reason. Plus, they wouldn’t be far behind if you found yourself in a spot of trouble.

Dwalin grunted something unintelligible as he plonked himself back down beside Balin, still keeping an eye on where you exited the clearing and entered the darkened woods.

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As you wander through the forest, weaving in and out of trees, you cursed the dwarves and even the hobbit under your breath. You leant against a large tree, trying to calm your breathing and will a sense of peace to take over, but all you felt was anger.

Anger towards the dwarves. Anger towards the hobbit. Anger towards Gandalf. Anger towards yourself. Just pure anger.

You closed your eyes, listening to the serene sounds of the woodland area when all of the sudden, a snap of a twig pried your eyes open faster than the crack of a whip. You rolled your eyes, assuming it was your overbearing companions. “I swear to Mahal…just leave me be.”

You noted the silence that followed your statement causing your eyebrows to furrow. You stepped forward from the trunk of the tree and walked to peer around it. That was when you came face to face with a Warg, an orc sat atop of it.

Your eyes widened, the stench of its breath overwhelmed your sense, fear sunk in and overtook your body. You forced yourself to take a few steps back. The beast snarled. You slowly raised your hand and gripped the hilt of your sword tightly as it took a few steps towards you.

The further you stepped back, and the closer it stepped towards, more and more orcs upon Wargs revealed themselves. There had been at least 7 by your rushed and panicked count. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, bringing your other hand to grip your weapon.

Just as the Warg lunged towards you, you unsheathed your sword and swung at its throat, cutting down your first attacker. As the Warg fell and the orc crashed to the floor along with it, a loud pained cry came from the beast as its final sound.

The volume of the cry had been so loud that the sound carried all the way to where the company had set up camp. Everyone was up and alert, already heading towards the forest, weapons in hand, purely concerned for your safety.

“Y/N!” The members called loudly, each panicked, unknowing of your whereabouts apart from the occasional scream, fearing that one of them may have come from you.

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!” The fear that they couldn’t save you grew, making them more irrational in their choice of direction. They had all spread out, splitting off in different directions, all in the hope of spotting their youngest member.

They searched and searched until finally, Bilbo had spotted you. “SHE’S OVER HERE!” He shouted over towards his companions who soon barrelled towards the direction he was in. But once arriving and witnessing the full extent of the situation, they all became slack jawed and wide eyed.

There you stood, over an orc that scrambled to get away, surrounded by its fellow attackers. You buried your sword deep into its chest, therefor ending its life. Wargs and orcs littered the ground surrounding you, all dead and bloody.

You heaved for breath, chest rising and falling as you took in your surroundings. You were covered in blood also, though majority of it belonging to your enemies. Another twig snapped and you whipped around with your weapon raised in front of you.

But unlike earlier, you were met with the sight of 13 dwarves and a hobbit. You relaxed, sighing as you let your arms drop, sword stained with blood lowering along with them. “Hey guys.”

The company had become rather speechless to what they had just bear witness to. Their youngest, most “fragile” member had just demolished an entire pack of orcs and their Wargs, all on their lonesome.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared at them, a feeling of uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach. “Uh-what’s wrong? Hello?”

Thorin stormed straight towards you, so much so that you even flinched slightly at his sudden movements. Once he stood tall before you, you shrank into yourself, expecting a loud, gruelling lecture about heading away from everyone, but he pleasantly surprised you when he grinned down at you and brought you into a hug.

You froze slightly, unsure of what to do. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He spoke, although you could hear the proud grin through his tone. You smiled ever so slightly as he broke away from you.

“It appears we had underestimated you lass.” Balin spoke, earning nods and hums in agreement from the others.

“YOU’RE TELLING ME??!!” You exclaimed loudly, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

The others chuckled, a grin forcing its way on to your own face. Thorin put a hand on your shoulder and directed you towards the others. Dwalin slapped your back, making you lurch forward. You brushed your hair back which fell in front of your face from the sheer force of his pat and smiled up at him.

“Ye did good lass.” He spoke in his usual gruff voice, although an ever so small smile was present on his face hidden by his kempt beard.

“I know.” You placed your hands on your hips and walked past the group, heading back towards camp, confidence once again oozing off of you. The nights events surely boosted your ego.

Fíli and Kíli had quickly caught up towards you and bumped your side with their elbows. “Honestly, how did you do it?” You laughed and slung your arms over their shoulders.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I’m absolutely exhausted from being so badass.” You smirked and the others who trailed behind you back to camp laughed at your antics. “Maybe now you’ve all learned to be a little less judgemental when it comes to age.” You spoke, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

You removed your arms from around the boys’ shoulders and headed over towards your bedroll once you re-entered the clearing where camp was set up. “Goodnight lads.” And with that, you laid down into your bedroll and tucked yourself in, falling fast asleep soon after.

The others smiled at you as many followed your example, excluding those on watch. They were sure to never underestimate you again.

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MY FIRST REQUEST AHHHHH

Honestly, I really hope I didn’t mess up too much with the story. I was a bit iffy about the ending but I really don’t know how I should finish it up other than what I’ve written

I hope you enjoy and I especially hope that this fits what the requester wanted!

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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