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Insatiable - Dwalin X Reader X Thorin | Smut
Summary: In an effort to break up the monotony of your and Dwalin's sex life, the two of you agree to bring in a third for a night. Who is better than Dwalin's best friend?
Word Count: 1,976
Date Posted: 05.28.2023
TW: AFAB Language used, threesome, double penetration, mentions of somnophilia, anal, spitroast, oral, bondage (cuffs), Blindfolds.
Note: This is a D/s fic. Remember that kink is customizable, and there is no right way to do it as long as you’re keeping safe. We play here by Safe, Sane, and Consensual, but there is also Risk Aware Consensual Kink and Personal Responsibility, Informed Consensual Kink. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum; I am willing to answer any questions that I can.
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You were sure that everyone in Erebor knew of your husband’s appetite. His hunger was rivaled only by Bombur, though Dwalin worked it off in his battle training with the Kingsguard. When you were making the rounds with your deliveries, you loved to sit and watch all the handsome dwarves train. Your eyes always find their way back to your handsome husband. Though your absolute favorite days what Thorin and Dwalin’s “private” trainings, spectators including Thorin’s nephews and yourself. While you harbored no feelings for Thorin beyond the fondness of a good friend, you’d have to be blind not to be attracted to him. The two of them were often shirtless during their training sessions, and you had the opportunity to ogle the muscles on them both.
You knew your husband bragged about you to his friends. You’d have to be deaf not to hear it because the man was neither subtle nor discreet. You knew he’d brag about having a woman who bakes because “The sweeter she eats, the sweeter she tastes.” You didn’t mind this, though it caused women to look at you with envy and most of the men to do the same with Dwalin. His bragging had turned your cunt into some mystical rumor that you were sure would be passed down through the ages until the rumor became legend.
“Dwalin,” You rubbed the man’s shoulders after a long day of training. It was almost an act of worship the way that you knew he protected you. “I would like to try something different.”
“Different, how?”
“Well, husband, it’s not that I’m disappointed with our lovemaking, it’s just that I’ve come to know what to expect, and we keep repeating the same patterns. I just think it would be nice to switch it up every now and again.”
“Like adding another? I’ve seen the way that you eye Thorin during our training. I don’t think he’s enjoyed the love of a woman in many years, long before Smaug.” Dwalin suggested.
“You know I don’t feel for Thorin.”
“All the better. I won’t have to worry about his kingly ass stealing you from me. Would you like to invite Thorin in some time?”
From then on, Dwalin had his lips sealed. None of your efforts to coax the information out of him worked. He refused to tell you when Thorin would be joining your bedroom affairs. Nearly a full season had passed since the night you suggested bringing it up, and you worried that Dwalin had forgotten.
The chill of winter soaked deep into the mountain that hardly even the forge furnaces could fight. The well-crafted living quarters were nice and toasty, and their fireplaces were well-stocked with wood from Tranduil’s domain. The fires burnt with the smell of nutmeg and allspice, hailing in the holidays when families gathered and feasted on slow-roasted boar.
You dressed in one of your favorite outfits, heading down to the bakery where you worked alongside dwarven masters. They were initially unsure of a hobbit in their kitchens, but after a heaping batch of your lemon poppyseed scones, they changed their minds and welcomed you heartily. Given the holiday season, the kitchens were plenty busy preparing for the King’s Yuleblot ball. The bakers, the tailors, and all the chefs were quite busy preparing all the orders as Balin and Fili ran around making sure their shipments from across middle earth were in order.
When Bunty, the head baker, came in with a cupcake just for you, you realized it was your birthday. You’d been so busy that you’d forgotten. Dwalin had forgotten. He’d never forgotten your birthday in all the years you’d been together. Normally he’d wake you up with his tongue; this morning, you’d woken up alone.
Dejected and beaten by a long day of baking, you’d managed to drag yourself back to your and Dwalin’s shared living space. You swung the heavy door open; Dwalin stood there naked as the day he was born. His impressive cock hung heavy between his thighs.
“Dwalin!” You squealed, covering your eyes as your face heated.
“Oh, stop this shying. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Dwalin spun you around, landing a swift slap to your ass. He leaned down, relaxing you with his lips against your neck, kissing and biting along the way. “Strip and lay on the bed.”
You didn’t have to be told twice to obey your husband’s direction. It was your honor to serve him as long as he continued to spoil you with his loving caress. He treated you like you were his goddess, regularly bringing you gifts and telling anyone and every one of your beauty. Dwalin kissed every inch of your naked body as he locked you in cuffs expertly crafted just for you. A gift for your anniversary.
You’d always heard of dwarves’ insatiable appetite. You hadn’t expected their sexual appetite to be just as insatiable. You could almost swear that you’d been in this room for days, locked in these special dwarven cuffs lined with fur. Dwalin spent his sweet time driving your anticipation through the roof, teasing you relentlessly with all the tools in his arsenal.
You whined, arching your back as a warm tongue and cool breath licked along your pussy. The light grazes of his beard scratching delightfully against your thighs. One wide calloused palm pushed against your lower stomach, increasing the sensation of the fingers stroking inside of you. Your lover knew every inch of your body but still took his time exploring every nook and cranny.
A hand gently caressed your cheek, turning your face to the edge of the bed.
“Come on, Darling, open up,” Dwalin coaxed you, making it abundantly clear that it was not your husband eating you out. You let your mouth fall open with a light moan. The fact that Dawlin was sharing you was even hotter than when he’d mentioned wanting to try it one day.
The tip of his thick cock touched your lips, glossing salty precum over them. Slowly he fucked your mouth, warming you up as he edged closer and closer to the back of your throat.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Dwalin moaned, making whoever was between your legs chuckle. The vibration around your clit made you whine, arching further against his lips, hoping to increase your pleasure.
“And tastes good, too,” The dwarf between your legs remarked, sounding pleased. His voice was so familiar, yet you couldn’t place it. You were too overcome with pleasure to care right now. You moaned around Dwalin’s cock; the overwhelming urge to please both men filled you.
“Indeed,” Dwalin grunted, “Always happy to be used for her husband’s pleasure.”
They were talking about you like you weren’t in the room, and you could practically feel yourself drip around the mystery dwarf’s fingers.
“Such a greedy little cunt. May I fuck her, Dwalin?”
“Aye, though you may never want any other pussy after.”
The man between your legs slowly removed his fingers, noisily slurping up your juices. You heard the rustling of clothing being removed and thick, calloused hands adjusting your chained-up legs, so he could fit himself between them. His thick cock stretched you out as he slowly slid himself inside, making you gasp around the cock burying itself in your throat.
Once the mystery man was fully seated inside you, he slowly pulled out until just his tip was still inside you, only to slam himself back into you. You squealed at the ferocity of it. He was fucking you like a man starved of this affection. Every stroke hits your G-spot, creating that familiar tightening sensation in your core.
“That’s it, Amralimé,” Dwalin removed his saliva-coated cock from your mouth, allowing you to moan freely, volume increasing threefold. Lips attached themselves to your nipple, both the mystery man and Dwalin focusing their attention on your pleasure. “Are you gonna cum on his cock?”
“Yes,” You whined, back arching, trying everything you could to increase your pleasure. “Please, may I?”
“You may cum for your King.”
Thorin?! It was clear to you now who the voice belonged to, and you wondered why you hadn’t placed it sooner. There was no one that Dwalin would trust with his wife other than his best friend. Your pussy quivered before releasing an explosion of pleasure through you.
“That’s a good girl,” Thorin cooed in your ear as you clenched around him, hips twitching. You panted, collapsing back against the bed.
“Oh, we’re not done with you yet,” Dwalin threatened you with a good time, the clinking of the cuffs being released from around your ankles. The two men gently flipped you over so you were on all fours.
“You were right,” Thorin remarked, “I think this lady has ruined a world of pussy for me.”
“Take her ass, Thorin. You’ll never know anything tighter.”
Dwalin settled himself beneath you, easily supporting your weight as Thorin eased himself into your tight ass. It hurt, at first, a lot. Your tears were being absorbed by your silken blindfold. The whole time Dwalin comforted you through the pain, telling you what a good job you were doing and how good a girl you were being.
After a beat, the pain eased as your tight ass got used to being stretched out around such a thick cock. Thorin slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of your ass as Dwalin lined himself up with the entrance of your pussy, using Thorin’s tempo to ease himself inside. The feeling of two cocks inside you was damn near overwhelming. It was otherwordly. It had you flying so high into blissful pleasure that you never wanted to come down.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Thorin groaned, thrusts growing uneven. Each of their mismatched thrusts made you moan and squeal. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by whimpering moans and grunts. “And I might’ve thought you were wrong for marrying a hobbit.”
“I told you she felt better than any dwarven lass you’d find.” Dwalin had been bragging about his wife from the moment he’d met you. He knew that you were the one for him, and your sweet pussy was just a bonus.
The playful ribbing was lost on your ears. You could swear that you ascended to the next world. The two made fine use of your holes, surely reaching ascension themselves.
“Fuck, I’m gonna breed her sweet ass,” Thorin grunted, trying his best to maintain a steady pace. He didn’t want to blow his load too soon. Besides, he knew better than to breed another man’s woman without permission.
“Aye, have her ass. She’ll not be pregnant by you either way.”
Thorin’s hips stuttered as he gripped yours, burying himself deep within your ass. You could feel his cock twitch as he spilled his load. Dwalin followed suit, moaning your name as he filled you with his seed. It was any wonder how he’d not gotten you pregnant by now.
They both slowly eased themselves out of you, and unable to support yourself any longer, you collapsed on your husband’s chest. He pulled down your blindfold, allowing you to gaze upon his gruff, handsome face. Dwalin unlocked your cuffs, kissing both of your wrists and holding you tightly, while Thorin when to warm a wet rag and clean up the semen that was dripping out of you.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you chose Thorin.” You remarked sleepily, exhaustion now seeping through your over-expended body. Thorin gently pressed the rag to your pussy, then your anus, the heat easing the dull ache the men had left behind.
“Well, someone needed to get him laid,” Dwalin chuckled heartily.
“Happy birthday, Miss Y/n.” Thorin finished dressing, leaving Dwalin to tend to you for the rest of the night.
“Happy Birthday, Amralimé”
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The only one
“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” “So it’s our dirty little secret then?”
Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader
Genre: romantic smut
Word count: 2.2k
Summary: You’re Bilbo's adopted human daughter and he takes you along on the journey. Kili has his heart set on you and after getting involved in the fight he gets angry with you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation.
Warnings: public sex, arguing, jealous Kili, hickeys, p in v sex, hickeys??? Idk what else I always forget
a/n: I did not proofread and its lowkey a summary of the first movie? This is my first smut regarding anyone in the tolkien universe but I did write some sad fluff at some point lmao. Anyways, please like and send any requests if you want <3 tags go absolutely wild
You’ve been an adopted hobbit for the last 18 years of your life, Bilbo was always comforted in the known so when he brought you along with him and the dwarfs on their journey you were beyond surprised. Your presence was unexpected for everyone, except Gandalf of course, and most of the company was against your involvement. The dwarves saw you as frail and weak, the only one on your side was your dad, but of course he was.
Kili has kept an eye out for you since you joined the company, he makes sure you're safe and also just enjoys looking at you.
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When Elrond and his fellow elves come back the dwarves pull you and your father behind them and create a circle around you. You stay behind your Bilbo as the elves talk with Gandalf.
Upon your entrance to their dining room you look around with wonder, you sit down between Kili and your dad. “They're so beautiful,” you whisper to Bilbo, he nods with a gentle but awkward smile. Kili’s ears twitch as he looks around, his eyes narrow on an elf who has his eyes on you, he moves closer to you wrapping his arm around you.
“You think so?” Kili questions, his jaw clenching slightly, “I think us dwarves are better looking, stronger too.” he says pridefully, you chuckle in response.
“Is it a competition now?” you cock your head, “You’re very good looking too, Kili.” he smiles wide.
“Is that so? I am the best looking of all of the company, aside from Thorin of course.” you laugh, putting your hand on his arm.
“A bit full of yourself huh?” he shoves your shoulder gently in response. Kilis arms finds its way around your waist as he continues to glare at the elf who dared to look at you, who did he even think he was.
Gandalf, Bilbo, and Thorin wander off with Lord Elrond, leaving you with the dwarfs. You watch quietly, laughing with them and listening to their conversations before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Kili quietly sits next to you letting your head fall to his shoulder he smiles, covering you up with a blanket.
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After the company left the palace Thorin led everyone to the Misty Mountains, Kili keeps you in front of him. He insists that it’s better that way so if you fall he can catch you. As the rain picks up your feet slip under you, Kili and Fili grasp your arms quickly, pulling you back onto the ledge.
“Thank you,” you say softly as your eyes look over the ledge. Kili keeps a hold of your arm tightly as you all try to avoid the stone giant's blasts. The ground splits under your feet as the mountain takes shape as a giant, you grab onto the stone behind you before everyone begins to slide forward.
The stone giant slams into the mountain, throwing everyone off of it and onto the ground. Thorin yells for his nephews as the rest of the company runs over, Kili helps you up dusting your clothes off and checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.
After all the commotion everyone settles into the cave, Bilbo pulls you off to the side and quietly talks to you, he tells you about his plan to leave once everyone is asleep. “Why dad? What's wrong?” you whisper to him.
“Thorin is right, we never should've left home, I’ve put you in danger and I can’t let anything else happen to you.” he sighs as he runs his hand through your hair, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” he smiles reassuringly.
You both gather all of your stuff and sneak out, he leads you by the hand. He pulls you behind him as he talks with Bofur, you stay quiet looking around the cave. You didn’t really want to leave the company, I mean they were becoming your friends, you enjoyed the company.
“Y/N?” Kili mumbles as he looks up at you, he yawns. “Where are you going?” You crouch down putting your hand on his shoulder.
“Go back to sleep Kili, you need your rest,” you smile sweetly.
The floor splits and you slip down with everyone, Bilbo gets away but you are guided off with the dwarves. Your eyes fill with terror as you look around, you take a hold of Kilis hand squeezing tight as the goblins push you all around. You cower behind him, holding onto his shirt tightly.
Once you get out the dwarves all argue over where your dad went, your head drops as you think that your dad couldn't possibly have left you all alone. He reappears and you rush over to hug him, his hands drop to your waist as he smiles.
“Y/N!” Kili and Bilbo yell at you as you try to defend the dwarves with your small blade; it goes into the center of the wargs head, and Kili grabs you and pulls you up to the tree with him. His hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you close.
“Don’t move,” Kili’s voice is angry as he demands you to stay put. His hands dig into your slides as you look below your feet. Kili’s hands slip away as they start to throw the pinecones, the tree begins to fall, you grasp onto the trunk as tight as you can. His hands wrap around the tree, his eyes focused on you.
As Thorin and your father begin to fight the orcs, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, you try to focus on anything but the attack of Thorin. Kili pulls you up and onto the ground, insisting you stay put as they go to fight. You look forward, clutching the blade you retrieved from the corpse tight. As all of the commotion ensues you feel yourself being picked up by an eagle.
Once you all are in a safe place you watch as Gandalf helps heal Thorin. You stand next to your dad, holding onto his arm, as Thorin goes in for a hug you let go of him and move back. Your eyes wander to Kili who turns his head in order to avoid eye contact with you.
As the company moves forward you come across an area close to a river, Gandalf suggests that you all take a break and bathe. You and Kili were the last to go, you were paired up at the recommendation of Fili.
Kili guides you to the river, holding his weapon close to his chest, he’s been giving you the silent treatment after you got in between a fight. “You can bathe here, I’ll keep watch.” his voice stern.
“Kili..” your voice trails off as you look at his back, trying to pull his attention to you.
“Y/N, just take your bath. It’s getting dark.” Kili’s tone is extremely cold. You pout your lips as you begin pulling your clothing off slowly, once you finish you slip into the cold water.
“You can turn back now,” you say softly before you dip all the way under the water, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. After a while you break the surface of the water sliding your hands over your face pulling the water back with your hair. Kili had turned around keeping his eyes on everything but you.
“Kili,” you wave him over, “come here, please.” you bite your lip as he gives you a bored expression.
“What is it?” he walks close to the bank of the river, his eyes scanning your face.
“Shouldn’t you join me? You're supposed to bathe as well,” he sighs, turning his back to you again.
“Fine, turn away.” he sets down his sword and strips quickly. You face the other way as he slips into the water with you.
“Kili, what is your problem?” you huff, spinning around with your arms crossed over your breasts.
“What do you mean?” his eyes are half closed as he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.
You move closer to him, “I mean, you’re acting so rude for no reason. You won’t look at me, you barely talk to me, you’re being so dumb” you glare at him, “So what is your problem?” he rolls his eyes at you.
“I don’t know maybe the fact that you threw yourself into harm's way? You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he yells at you while running his hand through his hair.
“Calm down Kili,” you move close to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I didn’t expect you to get all worked up like this, I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to help.” your eyebrows furrow as you look down.
His warm hands grasp your upper arms “You really worried me Y/N,” he presses his forehead against yours.
“You worried about me?” a sly smile paints itself on your lips, “does that mean you like me Kili?” your voice is soft and teasing. His ears turn a deep shade of crimson as he turns his head up.
“Y/N cut that out,” he puts his hand on the side of your neck, his eyes flick to your lips.
“Cut what out?” you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself close to him.
“You know what,” he clenches his jaw, your hands running down his back as you wrap your legs around his hips.
Kili pulls your face to his, hovering his lips over yours “Quit teasing me,” he whispers. Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, cradling it as you push your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he hugs you tighter against him.
“Mahal,” he pulls away, pressing soft kisses down your face and onto your neck. You lean back letting his lips trail over your body, your nails scratch his scalp softly as you arch into him.
“Amrâlimê,” he whispers against your collarbone, “you’re driving me insane,” Kili groans. He grasps your face pulling you in for an intimate kiss, he’s getting more intense with his affections, his hands squeezing your hips roughly.
Your hand trails down his chest tracing every muscle on his stomach, he begins grinding against you while holding your hips against him. Pulling away from the kiss you gasp for air, leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrap your hands in his hair pulling it off to the side. Kissing his neck roughly you begin to leave soft marks on his flesh as he massages your ass.
“Y/N..” he mumbles into your ear, you moan softly as he picks you up, moving into shallow water. “Can we..?” his ears flush as he looks away, “I mean, would you mind?” you chuckle softly.
“Mhm,” you move your hips against his thigh, feeling him twitch underneath you. “But we’ll have to be quick..” you kiss his shoulder as his hands pull your hips up, he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the tip in.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he says gently, his hand finding its way to your neck grabbing ahold of it pulling your head back as you moan softly. He bucks his hips up into you, leaning forward you bury your face into his nape hugging him tight as you moan into his skin.
“My precious girl,” he groans as he slowly begins moving your hips up and down, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving red marks. You moan into his ear as you begin riding him, your arms wrap tight around his neck, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze around his dick.
Kili cradles your head against him, holding you as close as he can, thrusting up into you pushing as deep as he can. Your head falls onto his shoulder, he moves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles into it.
“I’m so close,” you moan, Kili nods in response.
“Me too,” he groans, his hands exploring every part of your body as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.
“Hey, Y/N, Kili, hurry it up.” Fili yells to you, causing the both of you to jolt up. Kili pushes himself into you as deep as he can. You bite your lip as you cum around him, your hole pulsing.
Your back arches, silent gasps leaving your open mouth as you ride out your high. Your whole body seems to tense up causing Kili to groan while he cums deep inside you. He pulls you off of him giving you a sweet kiss.
“Now we really need to clean up, and fast.” He says lowly, his hands creep up from behind you gasping your sides as he pulls you into deeper water to rinse off. You sigh contently as he holds your body close to his.
After quickly cleaning yourselves up; you both get out, drying off before putting your clothes back on.
“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” you bite your lip as you turn to him, his eyebrows furrow. “Bilbo might actually get so mad he tries to kill you,” you giggle softly as his face relaxes.
“So it’s our dirty little secret then?” coming close to you he wraps his arms around your neck giving you a deep kiss. “But we will get to tell everyone later, right?” he pulls back, eyes scanning yours.
“Yes, Kili,” you kiss the tip of his nose, hands resting on his shoulders, “but let's wait it out for a bit, okay?” he smiles in response.
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Along for the ride, to Erebor - Part 4
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the first part for the second movie.
Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too detailed, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), this chapter is domestic as hell, sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it
Word Count: 4,977
A/N: Hey y'all!! It's been a crazy couple of months let me tell ya! good god! I've decided to finally post the next part of the story to tumblr despite it not having been beta read. I'll use you guys as my guinea pigs lol so if you see anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I'm begging you to please tell me. I can't wait to hear what you think about my pride and joy! <3
Image credit: @iamjaynaemarie
Divider credit: @cafekitsune
The company climbed down the tall rock into the forest below. Having rested on the long flight over, everyone was prepared for a day of walking. Nothing notable happened except innocent conversation to pass the time and the forging of grapes with Bilbo for a snack.
The sun dipped closer to the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees. Thorin found a small river to make camp nearby. Gloin made the fire then Bombur started cooking the food. While the stew was being made, Fili and Kili practiced their swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of Thorin and Dwalin to provide guidance. The dwarves had found a log and brought it over beside the fire. You knelt in the grass on the fire’s side parallel to the log. The others were leaning against it on the opposite side, smoking pipes and making jokes and commentary about the training. You pulled out your thread spools and measured out the first color. You realized you didn’t have scissors and asked the merry gathering in front of you if they did.
“Nah lass,” Dori said, “Our weapons aren’t sharp enough to cut thread, they’ll only fray it” He kicked Nori to quiet him when he started to protest the quality of his weapons, “You’ll want to ask Thorin to borrow his sword.”
You swallowed thickly and looked over at the man in question where he stood with his arms crossed next to Dwalin. He always intimated you but approaching him alone to ask a favor made anxiety spike straight through you.
They were several feet away, but the clanging of metal was still quite loud. The brothers had removed their shirts, as men often did, to escape the insulated heat it provided. Not that you were complaining, eye candy is always welcome in a world of forests and furs.
You timidly approached the taller man as he instructed the brothers. You waited till they started fighting again to say in a shy voice: “Um Thorin?”
He glanced at you to acknowledge your inquisition, “Yes, what is it?” He sounded impatient.
“May I please borrow your sword?” You pointed to the weapon strapped to his side, “I need it to cut some thread” You tried not to sound as scared and skittish as you felt. He looked at you blankly for a moment, surprised by your question.
Kili threw his brother back several feet, allowing him a few seconds to turn to you with a confident smile.
“Hey Y/N,” Kili said, making you and Thorin look at him. You couldn’t help but smile and sheepishly blush as you tried not to ogle his ripped upper body dripping in sweat.
“Hi Kili” you swayed back and forth a little without realizing it. Thorin took note of your fond reaction to his nephew.
Fili let out a mighty roar as he jumped on the back of his brother, taking advantage of his distraction. The dwarves on the log laughed and you giggled at them as they goaded each other on.
“I’ve got you now brother!” Fili triumphantly exclaimed.
“I think not!” Kili replied with a strong thrusting attack.
Thorin sighed, “Very well” He untied his sheathed sword from his belt and handed it to you. You thanked him and began walking back to your previous spot. He looked at the line of dwarves who were still chuckling lightly against the log, “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself” he said to them. They all nodded, including Balin who found this ironic remembering their conversation about leaving you in Rivendell. It would seem the dwarf king was taking a liking to you.
You kneeled, unsheathed the great Goblin Cleaver a few inches, and positioned the hilt between your knees, so it stayed standing on its spine. You measured 7 lengths of thread at about three feet and rubbed them against the fine elfin blade which cut them in one pass to make makeshift embroidery thread. You repeated that 5 times to end up with two groups of pink, two groups of blue, and one group of black thread. You did your best to keep them separated as you bunched them together to fold them in half and tie a loop at the end that you could hook onto a button of your coat. You sheathed the sword and returned it to Thorin knowing he wouldn’t like being without his weapon. You sat on the side of the log with everyone else and secured your coat in your lap so you could pull taught against the threads. You separated the threads and began knotting them over and across each other like how you learned to make friendship bracelets at summer camp. It gave your hands something to do as you sat idly watching the boys trash talk then turn serious and start fighting again.
“What are ya makin’ Y/N?” Ori asked as he watched you.
“I’m making a bracelet” You replied, pleased to see the others taking an interest in your crafting.
“Why’s that lass?” Bifur leaned over to see what you were doing exactly.
“So I can eventually make one for everyone else” You explained how it’s a tradition of sorts in your world to make bracelets for those you care about as a show of kinship and the enduring strength of your friendship and bond. “Since I can’t fight beside you all on the battlefield yet, I thought this could be another way I show my commitment to the company” You smiled at the group. You’d grown very fond of them during your travels and hoped they enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs.
“That’s a very sweet tradition, Y/N,” Balin said, “We look forward to receiving your gifts” The rest of the dwarves confirmed it with ‘Aye’s and a strong nod of the head.
“Supper!” Bombur called while stirring the pot. Everyone got in line except the training group who was going one last round. You all sat down in your previous spots along the log to see the finale of the night’s training.
You finished your dinner quickly so you could take advantage of the distracted troublemakers as well as the river on the other side of the hill. You grabbed your bag and told Gandalf you were going to the river to wash up. You knew he’d keep an eye on the dwarf who often followed you like a puppy and missed you when you weren’t by his side.
You see, Kili had to share most of his things with his brother; toys, motherly attention, food, and this included the women he was interested in. They usually fell for Fili because he was more mature, older, and looked more dwarfish than Kili who had very fine features for a dwarf and was five years younger than his brother. He initially assumed it would happen again with you, so when you didn’t show any interest in his brother, only in him, he couldn’t put into words how happy it made him.
At the river’s edge, you placed your bag and makeshift towel (your shirt from your old world) on a rock and took off your clothes. The water was chilly but nothing a sit by the fire couldn’t fix. You washed your hair and body with the elfish soap you got in Rivendell. As you rinsed in the steady current of the water your thoughts began to wander to what Gandalf said about your predicament.
You felt pulled to Kili, he brought comfort and calmness to a feeling you didn’t even know was in need. His smile and his laugh, every memory and moment you made and shared with the handsome prince of Erebor begged you to stay in Middle Earth.
It was decided then.
When you stood to squeeze the water from your hair you noticed the sun was beginning to set. The others would want to bathe too, or at the very least wash their hands. You dried off and dressed and took a deep breath to enjoy the welcomed privacy one last time.
You reappeared beside the wizard, “Thank you, Gandalf, that was very much needed” You sat next to him on the ground in front of the fire to warm up. “I may be traveling with brutes, but I needn’t smell like one” You joked. He chuckled over his pipe at this.
“I’ve decided to stay here Gandalf.” You informed him. “Something about this place is calling me to stay.” You needn’t tell him about the intense pull to Kili, right?
“Splendid my dear,” He smiled fondly at your decision. “I’m sure you’ll find Middle earth rather agreeable.”
You smiled up at him, happy to have his support.
The boys were still going at it. Kili was making a great effort, but Fili got the upper hand, making Kili’s sword fly out of his hand and sail through the air to stick in the ground. Kili kept fighting though, trying to get Fili’s sword from him. Fili had to force him to the ground with his arms pinned before Kili surrendered.
“Good job lads, good work,” Thorin said as he helped them up. Coins were exchanged against the log from the bets the company members made. The boys started walking towards their bags, but Kili swerved at the last moment to approach you. Your hair was still slightly damp from the river, so it was obvious you’d just bathed. Being the mischievous sweaty dirt-covered mess he was, Kili held his arms out to you for a hug. You watched him in horror as he continued to walk towards you.
“Ew, no Kili stop!” You held your hand up to stop him but to no avail.
“Awe Y/N, just one hug?” Kili pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
You quickly stood and laugh a little at his persistence, “Don’t you fucking dare!” you said and dashed away.
“Come on Y/N, no need to play hard to get!” Kili strained as he chased you around the log and back toward your bags.
“Aaahh!” You made a sharp turn to narrowly avoid a grimy Fili, who stepped in your path, the little shit. This closed the gap so Kili could grab your arm and pull you toward him.
“Nonononononono!” you pleaded as he wrapped his beefy arms around your shoulders, making sure to rub his sweaty dirty face against your hair and pet the side of your face with his equally dirty hand. “Kili!” you drew out the last syllable in complaint.
“You smell so good” He had the nerve to say.
“You smell like Ori’s unwashed socks!” You pushed at his chest still trying to get away. Everyone chuckled at this. “Get off me, ya big olaf” you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, “I’m not coming anywhere near you till you bathe,” you said dead serious, and pointed to the river.
“As you wish” Kili bowed with a smirk, he grabbed his bag on his way to the river to join his brother. You sat in your by the fire with a small smile that seemed permanent whenever you were around him.
You were working on your bracelet when the brothers returned. The sun had dipped below the horizon making darkness seep into the crevasses of the world. Kili sat behind you on the same long stone Gandalf was perched on and touched the ends of your miraculously dry hair (the elvish soap is magic idk). You stiffened at the unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome contact.
“Can I braid your hair Y/N?” he asked innocently as pink dusted his cheeks. You whipped around aggressively, pulling your hair out of his hand in the process.
“No cause you’re just going to get it all tangled and I’m going to have to spend all night brushing it out!” You weren’t looking forward to that, you thought he was just trying to prank you. Kili’s pout was as cute as ever.
“My dear,” Gandalf budded in before Kili could sulk away, “Braiding hair in dwarfish culture is similar to your tradition of making bracelets for friends, but they take it much more seriously.”
“How much more seriously?” You asked, intrigued about the nature of Kili proposition.
“It’s like…” The wizard took a draw from his pipe while he thought of the words to properly explain it to you, “asking someone to dance, it’s special and a more intimate way of getting to know someone.”
“So, like a date?” You tilted your head in question. You understood his analogy; braiding allows both people to show their level of craftsmanship and commitment, with the added benefit of practicality and looking very nice in the end when done with love and care.
“A bit” Gandalf smiled at your naiveite, “Just know our dear Kili is not trying to prank you when he asks to braid your hair, quite the opposite” He took another draw from his pipe and looked back at the fire.
“In that case, you may braid my hair Kee” You flipped your hair back over your shoulder. You couldn’t see the beaming smile that grew on his handsome face. You dug through your bag to find the hairbrush and other trinkets from Rivendell which you handed to Kili. He kept them in his lap while he brushed your hair. If he came across a knot, he was sure to be incredibly gentle. You enjoyed the physical contact and attention very much.
“Any requests?” He asked sounding confident in his abilities.
“Whatever you think would look best” You couldn’t help but smile a little.
He used your brush to part your hair down the middle. He started braiding at your nape closest to the part. After that you didn’t pay very much attention to what he was doing, instead just relished the experience.
He finished one side and secured it with a bead from your stash, “How’s that feel, too tight?”, he asked and adjusted pieces here and there to make it lay perfectly.
“It feels great!” You chirped happily. You reached a hand to feel what he’d done so far but he shooed it away.
“Not yet, you’ll ruin the surprise!” He started working on the other side.
By the time he was done, you were so relaxed you’d almost fallen asleep on his leg.
“Done!” he said, you could tell he was very pleased with his work, “How do you like it?” He sounded a bit nervous.
You ran your fingers over the braids, feeling how they turned and curved at certain points and went straight in others.
“Kili this is amazing!” You said, very happy with the state of your hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thank you!” You looked back at him with a smile that was as big as his.
“I’m afraid I can't properly reciprocate though, I don’t know how to braid hair like this, I can only do normal braids.” You regretted never having learned how to French braid now more than ever. “If that’s how this works” You quickly corrected in a slight panic.
He was elated you wanted to return his deed at all, “That’s fine!” He tried not to sound too excited and be cool about it, “I can teach you if you want” he offered.
“I’d appreciate that!” You smiled.
You switched places, so he was sitting between your legs facing the fire. The position was innocent, but his thoughts were anything but. Images of your face beautifully contorted in pleasure from his tongue exploring your most private and intimate parts were most welcomed.
“May I take this out?” you lightly touched the silver clip that held his hair out of his face.
“Sure” He happily shrugged. You dug through his brown hair where the clasp was supposed to be, but your trembling hands couldn’t find it in all his hair.
After he heard you huffing and puffing and hadn’t felt his hair fall from the clip he asked in a soft voice, “Do you need help?”
“Yes,” you sighed, embarrassed you couldn’t even get a damn clip undone. He reached back, and struggled for a few seconds but undid the clasp, and handed it to you.
While you brushed his hair you thought of what you should do to it, or more what you could do with his hair given your limited abilities. You brushed through a few knots if any.
“I think I know what I want to try to do,” You touched the sides of his head just above his temple, “I want to do two small braids on the sides of your head, but I want the topmost part of your hair not to be braided.”
“Let’s try it!” He explained how you needed to part the hair and how to get started. You had his head lying against your thigh in an admittedly awkward and uncomfortable position, but he was quite the trooper. You had to restart the first braid three times but, in the end, he talked you through it and you tied it off with a bead.
“How did you learn to braid so well” you asked, struggling to grip all the pieces of the second braid properly and not pull the strands out of his head.
“My mother was insistent I learned. She knew my brother would have no trouble learning this facet of courting, but she feared I would spend all my time shooting arrows and never learn how to properly court girls.” He talked fondly of the memories, “So one summer when I was about to come of age, I came home from running amuck every day and she’d sit me down at her tapestry’s and make me braid the tassels that ran around the border.”
“Were you any good?” You asked curiously.
“Oh yes, I was very good! For a while, I was even better than Fili!” He was very proud of that.
“Why did he get better than you? Lean forward please,” you politely asked.
“He’s quite the lady’s man, so he had plenty of girls to practice on,” Kili sounded like that brought up memories that weren’t very pleasant. You finished the second braid with a bead like the first.
“Lay your head down for me again” You softly asked, gingerly guiding his head to lay against your other thigh, “Awe, baby Kili didn’t get any coochie did he” You fake pouted to tease him, gently scratching his scalp absentmindedly while you rested your neck for a moment. He liked it, more than he’d care to admit. “I’m in the same boat I’m afraid” You parted the other side of his hair.
“Oh? How so?” He was very surprised by this, “I’d have thought men were practically throwing themselves at you.” This made you laugh and blush.
“I’m awfully flattered you think that highly of me…” You took a moment to focus on a particularly difficult part, “But men from my world didn’t talk to me.”
“I find that completely unbelievable.” He was floored by this.
“I’m serious! I was never asked out on a date and the few times I asked for someone’s number they turned out to be self-centered losers with a ton of issues” You hated how much time you’d wasted on them. He couldn’t wrap his head around that and had to hold his tongue from proclaiming his thoughts of your perfection.
He turned to look at you despite your protests, “Then they are truly blind,” He couldn’t have been more sincere. His eyes blazed in the firelight with a mix of ferocity and sadness on your behalf.
“Thank you, Kee,” You smiled at him. He assumed his previous position so you could end the braid with a bead like the two before and then started on the last one, “And those silly girls are truly blind as well.” You wanted to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.
You were both in your own little world, where the troubles of the outside couldn’t get to you…or the onlookers and peanut gallery for that matter. Gandalf had moved to sit with the company who had been watching from across the fire on the other side of the log since Kili finished your first braid. They couldn’t quite hear your conversation, but they knew their beloved Kili was having the time of his life.
Fili was very proud of his brother. He talked about you all the time, was looking at you all the time; the man was whipped. Fili had to hear about you the entire time he was bathing, poor thing, and he finally got fed up with his brother not making a move.
“Kili, just ask to braid her hair for god’s sake” Fili huffed while he waited for his brother to finish in the river. Kili’s eyes lit up like a forge with the breath from bellows, and his face flushed like he did when he hammered out a new blade.
“I think I will,” Kili nodded, distracted by thoughts of engaging in such an informal and somewhat intimate act.
Thorin was very pleased you were trying to repay his nephew’s advances in equal measure. He’d seen the poor boy flounder with crushes in the past as he tended to be immature, and girls mistook that for uncaring and unable to provide. Something about you brought out the best in his nephew though, he’d never seen him act so mature, for this Thorin was willing to stay some of his distrust and pessimistic opinions about outsiders, at the very least about you.
By the time you finished the last braid, Kili had made himself very comfortable against your leg, with his arm wrapped around your calf, fidgeting with the laces of your boot. He looked so tranquil you hesitated to tell him you’d finished, not ready to leave the sanctuary you were in. You leaned back against your hand while you stared into the fire and gently scratched the nape of his neck.
He hummed half asleep, “Mmm that feels good,” His words were a little slurred, but it made him all the cuter.
You stayed like that till your bottom began to protest the hard rock beneath you. He was right on the cusp of sleep when you shook your leg beneath him, gentle with guilt.
“Kili, I gotta get up,” You softly tried to rouse him. He hummed in protest. “Besides, don’t you want to know how the braids turned out?” You admired your work with pride.
He sat up and stretched to wake his muscles then ran a hand over his new braids, “Wow Y/N! These are so good!” He looked back at you impressed, “You picked up on that fast!”
“Thanks, Kee!” You blushed as you ran a hand over the intricate lines in your hair, “They aren’t half as good as yours, but I think I did great for my first time” You smiled, pleased with yourself.
“Come show us!” someone from the log called, followed by various iterations of the same thing from others. Ever supportive, they were eager to see what you’d both made.
Kili stood and you followed him to the log. You turned so he could show off his creation. The dwarves were very impressed, a few coming up to inspect closer. When Kili turned to show your work, the company was even more impressed given it was your first time.
“Next time you’ll have to make beads for her, Kee” Fili teased making him and Bofur laugh at how Kili blushed.
“Make beads? What does that mean?” You asked the group in confusion.
“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Thorin said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. “For now, we shall rest” With that everyone began prepping their bedding for the night.
You laid your bed roll beside Kili’s like usual, but Bombur reminded you to clean the dishes before they were put away. Gandalf accompanied you so you could see with the light of his staff. Everyone was asleep when you returned to camp, except Thorin who was on watch.
When you sat on your bedroll, which was naturally next to Kili’s, he looked up at you, barely awake with a dopey smile.
“You look so pretty,” he said quietly, drawing out the last syllable of pretty. Red bloomed over your cheeks and down your neck. He loved your hair like that, he loved it even more that he was the one who did it.
“Go to sleep, Kee,” You whispered so you didn’t wake the others, but couldn’t help but smile as you lay on your bedroll next to him.
“But then I can’t look at you” He pouted, quite distraught about this revelation in his sleepy daze.
“Well, no, I suppose you can’t…” You nibbled your bottom lip as you thought of a solution, “Would holding hands appease you, sleepy prince?” you asked and held out the hand that wasn’t cuddling your coat to your chest. He was too out of it to catch your nickname for him. He nodded and held your hand in his, making both your hearts beat just a little faster.
You closed your eyes and rubbed your face against your coat to find a comfortable position. You could feel his eyes on you.
You opened your eyes to see him staring directly at you, “Good night, Kili” you said in a strong nonnegotiable tone.
He hummed and smiled and closed his eyes, “Good night, Y/N.”
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Kili felt your hand grow tighter around his, drawing him from sleep. Then he felt you pulling against it like you were trying to alert him to danger in the camp without making a sound. He opened his eyes ready for war and saw no danger. He looked at you confused but realized you weren’t awake. You were whimpering and mumbling as your head thrashed from side to side.
‘She’s having a nightmare’ he quickly thought. He squeezed your hand and gently shook it.
“Y/N” He tried not to let his worry raise the volume of his voice, “Wake up.”
You didn’t respond, your mumbles turned into clear pleas for help, making him fret even more.
“Y/N!” He shook your shoulder vehemently, “You need to wake up” He had an urgency in his voice. You feebly fought against his hold on your shoulder.
“Please!” you gasped, still breaking from the nightmare when you opened your eyes, “No, please let go!” You begged and continued to push against his hand with tears in your eyes, not knowing who he was while sleep still clouded your vision and mind.
“Y/N, Y/N look at me” he moved his hand from your shoulder to the side of your neck and cheek to call your attention to him, “It was just a dream, you’re safe now.” When you met his eyes, he recognized just how rattled you were.
You were breathing rapidly, and tears were making your eyelashes sparkle in the firelight. He could feel your rapid heartbeat where his hand laid over your pulse point. He could tell you were beginning to wake up because you softly uttered his name and the hand that was fighting his on your neck gently wrapped around his wrist.
“You’re safe, I promise,” His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. You nodded and took a deep breath to try to keep the tears away. It’d been a very long time since you’d had a nightmare that bad.
Kili pulled your bedroll closer to his, “Come here,” He gave you a hug to comfort you, “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked when you pulled back from the hug too look at him. You laid your head on his upper arm and kept your cuddle coat close to your chest.
“I-I was in a forest at night and there were goblins and orcs and Wargs coming to attack me and-” You were talking quickly, the bad dream still too real, “and I was all alone and I couldn’t defend myself…” You trailed off, the waver in your voice making it hard to talk. “I was so scared, Kili,” You tried to curl into yourself.
“Hey hey hey, look at me” He held the side of your face again, “You’re safe,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d never let anything happen to you, aye?” He promoted you to get you out of your head. You took another deep breath and nodded.
“I’m ok” you repeated “I’m ok.”
“Yes, there ya go!” He nodded, relieved you were coming around. His thumb swept over your cheek to wipe a tear. You took a few minutes to calm down. Kili was falling asleep, but he needed to know you were going to be ok.
“Thank you, Kee,” you said, your whispered voice no longer shaking with fear, he gave a hearty nod in reply before he yawned. His arm was going numb where your head was lying on it, but it was worth it when you rubbed your face against it to get comfortable as you did in that way, which he found utterly adorable. You appreciated the physical comfort you would have never had in your world.
“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow” he whispered over a yawn, his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his hand from your neck to hang over your waist. He wanted to pull you into him, so you’d feel protected on all sides, not for any other selfish deeply personal reasons of course, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“I’d like that very much,” you smiled and watched as he fell back asleep, not snoring but breathing heavily in that way which you found so adorable. You felt safe with his hand on your waist and fell asleep not long after him with thoughts of training together dancing behind your eyes.
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Fever Masterlist
a/n: Before you start reading this, be warned that this is pure filth. It's smut, pure and simple, and if you are here for any plot....well....there isn't any. Each chapter is its own story, they aren't in any order.
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Warnings: Sex pollen so slight dubcon? Feelings were had before hand, and reader wants each one even before the fall, but if it bothers you please DNI. Each dwarf is his own warning, baby's first smut, if I've missed ANYTHING, please let me know. I'm still learning.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Fever (no smut here, just background)
Chapter 2: Thorin
Chapter 3: Dwalin
Chapter 4: Fili
Chapter 5: Kili
Chapter 6: Bofur
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How the Dwarfs show PDA
Thorins company x gn!reader
Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut
Thorin
Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.
Fíli
Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.
Kíli
This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.
Dwalin
Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.
Bofur
Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.
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MASTERLIST #2
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☆ Thesus Scammander:
☆ Jacob Kowalski:
☆ Queenie Goldstein:
☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):
☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):
Poly Requests:
CRIMINAL MINDS:
☆Aaron Hotchner
☆ Jason Gideon
☆ Spencer Reid
☆ Derek Morgan
☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau
☆ Elle Greenaway
☆ Penelope Garcia
☆ Emily Prentiss
☆ David Rossi
Poly Requests:
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☆ Anthony Bridgerton
☆ Benedict Bridgerton
☆ Colin Briderton
☆ Daphne Bridgerton
☆ Eloise Bridgerton
☆ Simon Basset
☆ Penelope Fetherington
☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)
☆ King George (Young)
Poly Requests:
Queen charlotte x reader x King George
TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:
☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet
☆ Raphael:
☆ Donnatelo:
☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader
☆ April O'Neil:
☆ Casey Jones:
Poly Requests:
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud
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☆ Thorin
☆ Bilbo
☆ Fili
☆ Kili
☆ Dwalin
☆ Bofur
☆ Bard
☆ Legolas
☆ Tauriel
☆ Thuranduil
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☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader
☆ Edward Cullen
☆ Bella Cullen/Swan
☆ Jacob Black
☆ Garrett
The Volturi:
☆ Aro
☆ Caius
☆ Marcus
Poly Requests:
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☆ Katniss Everdeen
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☆ Finnick Odair
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Poly Requests:
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☆ Linda Martin
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How To Train Your Dragon:
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☆ Miles Morales
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Spider thoughts!
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Spider thoughts!
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☆ Spider-Noir
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Poly Requests:
Descendants:
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☆ Evie
☆ Carlos
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☆ Gil
☆ Harry
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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗
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Smoke, Iron, and Thorin
Chapter 1
Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Summary: you prepare for the quest to reclaim Erebor by meeting your kin in the home of a very disgruntled hobbit. However, you don't expect to face your first obstacle before you even step foot out the door, when an unexpected ghost from your past darkens the door of the hobbit hole.
Warnings: eventual smut, no use of y/n, angst
Word count: 1833
Author's note: This is my FIRST fic! The beginnings of this story have been sitting in my computer for sooo long and for whatever reason today I just decided to jump headfirst into being a Tumblr writer! I'm still very new to this, so I welcome all kinds of constructive feedback/criticism. If there are any warnings/tags you think I missed just let me know :) Reader is AFAB! half dwarf/half human, but still grew up in the halls of Erebor. We'll get more into her background and her history with Thorin later on in the series! Enjoy!
“What do you think they’ll have?” Filli asks with giddy excitement as they pass each hobbit hole on their way through the shire.
“what do you mean?” you ask absentmindedly, scanning each door for the symbol Gandalf instructed you to look for.
“For supper of course,” Killi replies. “He said there would be lots of food, and no one can cook quite like a hobbit can.” you can’t deny the intoxicating aroma that has seeped into your nose with every inhale since the moment you arrived in the shire. Freshly baked bread, patiently cured meats, and hearty stews seem to be baking all around you as the sun finishes its descent behind the lush rolling hills of the shire.
Darkness has settled all around as the inhabitants of the hobbit holes settle in for the evening. The only remaining light comes from the lamps illuminating the doorways and the warming hearths inside every cozy little hole.
“I see it!” You shout triumphantly when you glimpse the blue mark glowing on the green door of a hobbit hole.
The two dwarves are so anxious for a hot meal that they’ve already bounded up to the door to ring the bell before you can even blink.
The front door is pulled open abruptly and a very frustrated hobbit groans at the sight of you. A reaction that is not all that uncommon while traveling with dwarves, so the three of you greet him enthusiastically regardless.
“You must be Mr. Boggins,” Kili begins.
“Nope!” the hobbit shouts, “you can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” he tries and fails to close the door on the three of you.
“What?!” you all shout in confusion. Knowing there is absolutely no way you are at the wrong door.
“Has it been canceled? No one told us.” the brothers protest.
“No, nothing’s been canceled,” the hobbit starts to explain.
You all sigh in relief and continue to push your way further inside.
The home is filled with the overlapping chatter of dwarves and the clattering of weapons being tossed into the arms of the frazzled hobbit.
Dwalin’s booming voice greets the three of you, quickly recruiting you all to join in the organized chaos that is preparing the cramped dining room for even more dwarves to arrive.
Food is tossed about, ale sloshed onto the floor, and poor Bilbo’s house is an absolute wreck. You can’t help but feel sorry for your host, but you also can’t bring yourself to pull away from the merriment just yet.
It had been so long since you’d last been around so many of your dwarven friends. Up until beginning your journey several weeks ago, you hadn’t even seen Kili and Fili for many years.
But their mother, Dis had always been a very good friend of yours. Ever since growing up Erebor, you had felt as closely connected to her family as she was to yours.
Unfortunately, due to the arrival of a dragon, and stubborn dwarvish pride you had long ago gone your separate ways. Save for the occasional letter. Much like the letter you received asking if you would be willing to accompany her two reckless sons on their latest journey.
Kili and Fili were not exactly known for their self-preservation instincts and the journey that lay before you would not be an easy one. But even if it weren’t as a favor to Dis, you would have said yes regardless. Nothing in the world would be able to prevent you from helping to finally reclaim your homeland, and defeat the great beast that took so much from you.
Several pints of ale have loosened your inhibitions and you now find yourself laughing and singing along with the rowdy bunch, not a care in the world.
Until a heavy knock comes on the door.
Silence falls over the hobbit hole.
“He’s here,” says Gandalf.
“Who’s here?” you ask in confusion.
No answer comes, and everyone is suddenly averting their gaze from yours as Gandalf crosses the room to open the door. You have a bad feeling about what’s on the other side.
Gandalf pulls it open with a flourish and is greeted by a deep voice. A familiar voice.
No, you think to yourself. It can’t be.
But sure enough, Thorin Oakenshield is stepping through the front door.
He says something to Gandalf but you can’t fully make out what it is.
Your ears are ringing loudly and a white, hot flame is blazing deep inside your belly.
Suddenly you’re back to the last time you saw him, years ago. Tears streaming down your cheeks in the doorway of the dusty old inn.
“He looks more like a grocer than a burglar,” Thorin laughs as he turns towards the dining room. Where his eyes immediately lock with yours. You can see the exact moment he realizes you’re there. His eyes widen in shock and your name slips past his lips in a breathless whisper.
For what feels like the longest second of your life, he simply stands there taking you in. From the braided strands framing your face to the silhouette of your long green traveling dress. You could almost swear he looked…happy to see you.
And that only adds more fuel to the fire inside you.
“Thorin,” you growl and curl your fists at your side. “What are you doing here?” you hiss.
He narrows his eyes back at you. “What am I doing here? I am the leader of this company, what are you doing here? It isn’t safe for you, lass.”
You scream in frustration. The sexist pig! You have just as much of a right to be here as everyone else and he knows it. Your arm reaches up of its own accord to smack that self-righteous look right off his face. But before your hand can make contact Fili grabs your arm and pulls you away.
You whirl around and shove him away from you.
“You!” you glare between Kili and Fili redirecting your anger. “You lied to me!” they both start to protest but before they can form a single sentence you hold up a finger and they both fall silent.
“You told me, he wouldn’t be here! You looked me right in the eyes and lied to my face,” you grind out, barely containing the urge to strike them both upside the head.
“We didn’t want to,” Fili begs.
“It was our mother’s idea, she knew that was the only way you would agree to come.” Kili finishes.
You laugh humorlessly. “And she was absolutely right, I’m leaving!” you turn on your heel and march straight towards the door. But before you can fully push past him, Thorin’s hand encircles your wrist and firmly pulls you back to look at him.
It was a mistake letting yourself stand any closer to him. As soon as you do his scent envelopes you. Smoke, iron, and Thorin. You yank stubbornly on his grip, desperate to put some distance between the two of you but he is too strong.
“Wait,” he whispers to you, both commanding and desperate. “You cannot make the journey back alone, it is already dark, who knows what is lurking along those roads-”
You scoff and reach your free hand behind you for the dagger concealed underneath your corset. Before he can continue you have it pressed firmly against his throat. You apply just enough pressure that you know he can feel the blade stinging against his skin, but he doesn’t even blink. You lean in closer to him looking deep into his eyes.
“I can take care of myself,” you whisper. “I’ve had a lot of practice at it as of late.” And he loosens his grip just enough for you to yank yourself free. You remove the dagger from his throat and attempt to resume your departure, but this time it is Gandalf who stands in your way.
“I am sorry we misled you, my dear. But I’m afraid we cannot accomplish this task without you.” you lift the dagger up defiantly and point it at his chest, but you both know it is an empty threat.
“I don’t care,” you reply. “It’s not my problem.”
“You do, and it is,” the wizard replies. “I know how you’ve spent the last years, you are the only one who possesses the knowledge and connections we need to accomplish this feat.”
You hear the whispers of confusion from behind you. They clearly didn’t know how you had dedicated the last several years of your life to searching, reading, and studying every resource you could get your hands on in preparation for this exact task.
“I know how badly you wish to return home,” Gandalf continues, as if he could read your mind. “A great deal was taken from you that day, and you are not the type to let that stand. So the question remains: who deserves your wrath more at this moment? Thorin or Smaug?”
You let your arm fall back to your side, tucking the dagger back away.
“Who says it can’t be both?” you challenge him.
Gandalf laughs and shakes his head.
“Oh you are part dwarf indeed my child. Hold onto whatever anger you wish. But don’t let it get in the way of you reclaiming your homeland, defeating Smaug, and finally laying your parents to rest.”
You clench your jaw in frustration. You know he’s right, but you hate to admit it.
“We can do this without her,” Thorin grumbles from behind you. “If she wishes to leave she can, I’ll have someone escort her home safely.”
You finally whirl around to glare at him again. He doesn’t want you here, he doesn’t think you can do it. He doesn’t think a ‘helpless girl’ can hold her own on a dangerous journey such as this one.
You smirk back at him defiantly.
“On second thought,” you place one hand on your hip and extend the other out toward Balin. “I’ll sign that contract now,”
Thorin grumbles and glares at you in protest.
Balin moves faster than you’ve ever seen the dwarf move, handing you the contract before you can change your mind or Thorin can argue against it.
You scribble your name at the bottom and shove it into Thorin’s chest as you saunter past him in search of another pint of ale.
You lost count of how many more drinks you downed before passing out in one of the soft armchairs by the fire.
You stir briefly when a familiar scent meets your nose and a thick blanket is gently draped across your sleeping form.
You could swear you feel the whisper of a touch ghost across your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
But before you can wake any further, a deep voice starts to sing:
Far over the misty mountains cold…
More voices start to join in the melody, and before you know it you are lulled deeper and deeper back into a dreamless sleep.
Next Chapter
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Mobile Masterlist
This Masterlist is currently under construction!
Smut is marked with a *, anything else is up on the Post itself
Narcos
Javier Peña x f!Reader:
La Propina*
Desperate Times, Desperate Measures*
On the Edge*
Bridgerton
Anthony Bridgerton x f!Reader
Warmblood*
Benedict Bridgerton x f!Reader
Bachelor’s Button...* ...and Lady’s Slipper*
Game of Thrones
Oberyn Martell x f!Reader
Oranges & Rosemary*
Lord of the Rings
Erestor x f!Reader
Restore*
Glorfindel x f!Reader
Hope
Faith*
Thorin Oakenshield x f!Reader x Dwalin
Birds of Prey*
Triple Frontier
Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!Reader
Plus One*
The Last Of Us
Joel Miller x f!Reader
Bookworm*
Star Trek
Leonard McCoy x f!Reader
Pain Management (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
RPF
Henry Cavill
The Stand In*
Full Attendance (1)* (2)*
The Sandman (Netflix)
Dream/Morpheus of the Endless x f!Reader
Valerian Root*
Yellowstone
Rip Wheeler x f!Reader
Kill You To Try (series) (eventual *)
WIP List
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Fotfics - October challenge - Masterlist
October Challenge Masterlist
Dear people...here are the prompts and the pairings!
Legend:
💕 fluff | 🤣 crack | ❤️🩹 angst | ❤️🔥 innuendo | 🔥 smut
1) Apple picking - Glorestor - 💕
2) Changing of the leaves – Beleg & Mablung 💕❤️🩹
3) Warm beverages – Fíli x reader 💕
4) Family – Finwëan chaos 🤣❤️🩹
5) Hand holding – Haldir x reader 💕
6) Sweet treats – Dwalin x reader 💕
7) Scary stories/movies - Farawyn 💕🤣
8) Monsters – Melkor x Gothmog 💕❤️🩹
9) Rainstorms – Eomer x reader 💕❤️🔥
10) Campfire – Celegorm & Aredhel 🔥
11) Cinnamon – the Ris 💕❤️🩹
12) Magic - Angbang 🔥
13) Baking – Bagginshield 💕🤣
14) Superstitions - Gigolas 💕
15) Mist – Finwë / Elwë ❤️🩹
16) Feast – Thorin & Dís & the kids 💕🤣
17) Sweater weather – Gondolin OT3 🤣
18) Blood moon – Legolas x reader ❤️🩹💕
19) Harvest - Halenthir 🔥
20) Whispers - Daemags ❤️🩹💕
21) Cosy pyjamas – Finrod x Maglor 💕🤣
22) Spooky - Silvergifting ❤️🩹
23) Candlelight – Boromir x reader 🤣💕
24) Festival – Fëanor &(/?) Fingolfin ❤️🩹💕
25) Gravestone – Fíli & Kíli
26) Cuddles – Thrandy x reader🤣💕
27) Haunted house – Kidnap fam❤️🩹
28) Pumpkins - Samfro
29) Costumes/cosplay - Russingon💕🤣
30) Trick-or-treat – Lindir x reader 💕
31) Author’s choice – Thorin x reader (Canon Thorin in modern world)
Bonus stories:
◉ Hand holding, cuddles, and whispers for @maalezzo (Kíli x reader)
◉ 18th : Degradation & Phone sex - Modern Raymond (and wow)
◉ 22nd: Semi-public sex & clothed sex - Fíli or Halbrand
◉ 23rd : Sensory deprivation & thigh riding - Galadriel/Lúthien
◉ 24th : Exhibitionism & Voyeurism - Námo/Melkor
◉ 27th: Mutual masturbation & Orgasm denial - Éomer x reader
Nota bene, these are subject to changes yet depending on the response of people and/or inspiration...
I'll keep this updated! Happy October everyone!
If I get my courage up, I shall tag the people who have inspired every particular choice as soon as the story is posted :D
#yet another Masterlist#IDNMT writes short things#jack of all trades#master of none#trying on other's blorbos#let's see what will happen
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Reunited - Dwalin X Reader | SMUT
Summary: You thought you had lost each other during the battle for Erebor. After finding you again, Dwalin decided he could never risk losing you.
Word Count: 889
Note: Lots of praising from Dwalin. This is my first smut fic pls be nice.
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“Dwalin!” You threw yourself into his arms as you reunited after the battle for the lonely mountain.
“Y/n!” He gathered you up in his arms, “I thought I lost you.”
“I thought I lost you!”
Dwalin wiped away the few tears that fell from your eyes and kissed you passionately. Pouring all his love into you. You were so relieved to see him. You were separated in Laketown as you had stayed behind to help the wounded Kili. After Laketown had burned, you remained with the people of Dale to help with the wounded.
You had fallen for the gruff dwarf over the course of your journey. He’d taken it upon himself to be your personal protector.
As Dwalin carried you away from the masses, you couldn’t help but remember how me made sure his bedroll was next to yours every night. How on the nights you woke up shivering from the cold he would pull you into him so you could share his heat. It didn’t take him long to build a fire in the room. Luckily, while dusty and long abandoned, the majority of the housing areas had not been damaged. Dwalin had laid his bedroll out on the bed, keeping off the dusty blanket from years ago.
“I was so worried about you,” He said between kisses to your lips and neck. “I never want to lose you again.”
“You won’t,” you promised, giving in to his love, kissing every inch for skin you could reach.
“I know I won’t. I want to claim you, Hofukel. I want to take you, please.” He practically begged. You could feel his desperation, his need to possess you like a man starved.
“Take me, Dwalin.”
With those three words, he crushed his mouth back to yours. Every kiss opening you up more to him. His warm rough hands made their way under your tunic as he began to pull it off of you.
“I’m going to make you mine, Y/n,” He tossed the tunic aside and began kissing down your bare chest. “Then I am going to braid a bead into that hair of yours.”
It was practically a proposal, but you had no time to think about it as the man you loved began working at stripping your bottom half bare.
“You’re so beautiful.” He pushed you down on to the bed, kneeling at your feet, “Let me taste you.”
He licked a long stripe through the folds of your pussy, making you gasp out. He was diligent with his tongue, encircling your entrance while his thumb worked your clit. You panted and moaned as he worked you up, sliding two thick digits into your cunt.
“So wet,” He breathed against your hot skin, “So delicious.”
The curling of his fingers made you whine out desperately, “Its all for you.”
“Its for who?” He sucked harder, making you cry out.
“You, Dwalin! It’s for you!”
He growled, “Good girl.” Removed his finger, making you whimper at the loss. He held his fingers to your lips with a single demand.
“Suck.”
You did so greedily, devouring the citrusy flavor. Much like grapefruit. He groaned at the feeling of your tongue.
“Such a good girl.” He positioned himself in front of you, striping off his shirt and trousers, thick cock springing free. Buds of precum leaking from the fat mushroom head. “I need you to relax for me.”
You nodded, heart pounding in your chest as he lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly Dwalin pushed into you, causing a slight burn as he stretched you.
“You’re so tight, little hobbit.” He groaned loudly. You could feel yourself stretching until he was fully seated inside you. Dwalin leaned down and kissed you, slowly beginning to move inside you. Every pump of his thick cock milked more wetness from your pussy. The way he stretched you was delicious.
“You feel so good.” You moaned, clinging on to him. Dealing kissed down your neck to the spot where it met your shoulder, biting down causing you to cry out as the pain mixed with your pleasure.
“So wet,” He mumbled against your skin, kissing where he’d just bit you before biting down again.
“Faster,” You panted, “Please.”
He began pumping faster, groaning with every thrust into your silky depths. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting to draw him deeper into your depths. You were lost in his passion, moaning as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the little bud with his tongue, then biting and sucking harshly.
Dwalin kissed his way back up to your ear as one hand kneaded your breast.
“I’m going to fuck my child into you.” Dwalin growled, biting and pulling on your earlobe.
“Please,” You begged, grinding your hips up into him. He fucked into you hard and fast groaning in passion until hip hips shuttered and his warmth flowed into you.
Dwalin’s heart pounded as his chest heaved on top of you. He held you tightly as he slowly withdrew from you. You could feel his cum drip out of you as he did.
“You did so good for me.” He rolled, pulling you on top of him, further onto the bed. He petted your hair softly. “Let’s rest now.”
Satisfied, you fell right to sleep in his arms.
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Dexterity - Part Two
Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
There was a time skip between the previous chapter and this one! Your courtship with Thorin went well and this chapter takes place roughly a year after your wedding.
Rating: Mature. No smut in this one, but it's definitely leading that direction. Minors DNI!
Word Count: 4300
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, shifting POV, tense diplomatic relations, politics, discussions of xenophobia, self-doubt, minor angst. Some sass (and mild language) from Dwalin.
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The king was watching you, his intent eyes following your every move.
Each gesture, no matter how small, was absorbed and analyzed. Thorin admired every part of you, from the grace in your actions to the way you smiled at every citizen of Erebor as if you were equally pleased to see each of them. Still, the king’s thoughts were far away.
In his mind’s eye, Thorin could see you, your belly swollen with your shared child. The admiring gazes of the males in the mountain took on an extra respect as they understood you had been fully claimed by their king and were carrying his heir. Your body would change in the process - some of your angles turned to curves as you prepared to deliver his child - but your steely strength and protective nature would grow even more apparent. You would be as fierce as any dwarrowdam, ready to defend your family against any threat that could appear.
“Thorin,” a familiar voice snapped.
Thorin blinked, the interruption enough to shake him from his reverie. You were still standing nearby, deep in discussion with a group of merchants, but Thorin’s chest ached to see that pleasing - though merely imagined - fullness disappeared from your form.
You glanced over at him and smiled, an expression he returned without hesitation. You had never had the discussion, but there was always time for you to decide whether you wanted to bear his child. For now, he was still lost in the overwhelming pleasure of knowing you belonged to him and he to you.
“Thorin, get your head out of your arse,” Dwalin grumbled, clearly irritated that he had gained Thorin’s attention only to immediately lose it again.
Thorin aimed a severe look at his oldest friend. “I would remind you that I am still your king, Dwalin.”
“Stop mooning over your wife, then,” Dwalin retorted. “You’ve been married a full year. It’s embarrassing.”
“Tell me, Dwalin,” Thorin commanded archly. “Does your romantic heart often disrupt the execution of your duties?”
“No, but your romantic heart does,” Dwalin retorted without a moment of hesitation.
Thorin chuckled despite himself. “Very well, then. What matter is so urgent that you would interrupt such a pleasant diversion?”
“You’ll have to deal with his arrival soon,” Dwalin warned and the last vestiges of Thorin’s pleasure disappeared from him.
Dwalin had not named their upcoming arrival. He did not need to. There was only one arrival the King of Erebor dreaded so deeply: that of the Elvenking Thranduil.
It was a necessity, he reminded himself yet again. Erebor was a lovely home, rich in gold and gems from the mountain itself and prosperous in the dwarves who had chosen to settle inside. Anything from fabric to metalwork could be found inside, either created there or brought in from Dale to trade.
In fact, the only thing Erebor did not have was a steady source of food.
The rocky exterior of the mountain meant there were no fields for planting or grazing cattle. There was not enough light inside for plants and most animals did not thrive within the mountain. Those that did required such a great amount of food and water - and produced such a great amount of waste - that it did not benefit to keep them.
Combined, it meant that Erebor relied on trade to keep the larders well-stocked. Merchants from Lake-Town brought some goods into the mountain, but the small fishing village simply did not have much to spare. Additionally, it was not a fast nor simple journey and the merchants charged a considerable sum on top of their base prices to cover the travel. When Dale was fully constructed, Thorin had hopes that it would be able to supply goods at a decreased cost, but there were no guarantees.
Unfortunately for Thorin, the result was that he needed to maintain a good relationship with Thranduil. It would be easier if they were not so determined to needle each other, but there was little that could be done about it by that point. Thorin could not remember who had delivered the first stab and he could not bring himself to meekly accept the Elvenking’s barbs without returning them in kind.
Despite the unpleasantness of the Elvenking’s arrival, Thorin knew it would happen sooner rather than later, and everything needed to be ready before the royal procession arrived. With a few quick steps, he crossed the distance between you and rested his hand against your lower back.
“My love,” he murmured. “We must prepare for our arrivals.”
You turned to him, already smiling, and Thorin’s heart warmed still further. You were perfection incarnate. Thorin was struck anew each day, wondering at his luck in finding you and convincing you to become his queen. Even the bad days were less so with you there - no matter whether it was you he was upset with.
“Of course, my king,” you agreed before looking back at the merchants, most of whom were offering bows to Thorin. “This was quite an illuminating conversation, good sirs. Allow me to think on a solution. I will be in touch.”
The merchants dispersed in a cloud of thanks and well-wishes.
“Is everything well?” Thorin asked, frowning. You had always taken a special interest in providing for merchants who came to sell their wares in the markets of Erebor - that was how the two of you had met, after all - but he was wary of them overwhelming you with petty squabbles.
“Yes,” you assured him, adding a roll of your eyes and a rueful twist of your lips. “Some of their concerns are legitimate, but many of them are simply complaints that others are selling more successfully than they are. Ridiculous.”
“You kept your temper,” Thorin commented, impressed. “I am proud of you, but must confess myself surprised.”
You scoffed, poking him in the chest. “Between the two of us, you are far more likely to have an explosion of temper. You have yet to get through a single meeting with the Elvenking without shouting at him.”
“And how would you know this?” Thorin asked, capturing your poking finger and kissing it gently. “You have never met Thranduil.”
“True,” you agreed easily, “but the King of Erebor insulting the Elvenking’s parentage is something that tends to come up in conversation when another visit is impending.”
“Who-?”
“Your family and friends, of course,” you answered, knowing his question before he had the chance to fully utter it. “Dis takes particular delight in telling tales of your past impatience with dignitaries of all backgrounds and situations.”
Thorin sighed. His sister was forever undermining him in the eyes of his wife. Of course, she would counter that she was simply making him appear to be more approachable… not that you had ever been particularly intimidated by Thorin’s status. “Yes, but has she mentioned how her own meeting with the Rivendell elf lord who-”
“As dearly as I would love to hear this story,” you interrupted, “the Elvenking and King Bard will be here any moment, correct?”
“Bard will be here as well?” Thorin asked, his interest piqued. Thranduil was unbearable at any time, but Thorin had come to see the human king of Dale as something of a friend.
You wrinkled your nose at him. “Yes, did you not listen to Balin? The reconstruction of Dale is nearly complete. Bard intends to begin settling the city early next spring so the people can prepare to plant the fields. Wasn’t the whole idea behind this meeting to reestablish trade routes and agreements between Erebor, Greenwood, and Dale?”
“Of course,” Thorin agreed, though in truth, he had not known that was the purpose of the meeting. He had been dreading Thranduil’s arrival too profoundly to focus on the reason behind it. “Come, we must receive our guests.”
You gave him a skeptical look, but still put your hand in his. Thorin’s thick, blunt fingers caressed the delicate lines of your hand even as he led the way to the throne room.
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The throne room was near Erebor’s upper entrance. It was partially for defensive reasons - the king could accept and meet with dignitaries without allowing them entrance into the mountain itself if they weren’t trusted - but you had to admit that it was an intimidating sight.
From the entrance to the throne room, visitors were left looking at the throne… or thrones, depending on whether the king was married. To cross to those thrones, however, the arrivals had to navigate a narrow walk that spanned a descent too deep for most to comprehend.
Even ignoring its layout, the throne room itself was enough to make newcomers stare. Glass-covered gaps in the surface of the mountain allowed sunlight to bounce through silvered tubes, illuminating the room’s interior in narrow shafts of natural light. Everything in the throne room was made of intricately carved stone - as was appropriate for a throne room - but there was one glaring exception: the Arkenstone housed in its place above the king’s head.
The gem gave off a slight glow, but there was something… different about its pearlescent sheen that drew the eyes of anyone who stepped into the throne room.
“I will never grow used to this,” you muttered to yourself, trailing slightly behind Thorin. You had met with the merchants in an antechamber, and were approaching using the visitor’s path rather than the king’s entrance. It was still exactly as intimidating to you then as it had been the first time you stepped inside.
“It is a compelling sight,” Thorin agreed, glancing around the room as he settled into his throne. His clothes were well-made, designs in silver and gold thread embroidered into the cloth of his tunic. He wore several pieces of jewelry he had mined and crafted himself, and his golden crown seemed to rise from the thick waves of his dark hair.
“Not the most compelling sight I can think of,” you countered, grinning at him. He looked every inch the king, but Thorin was still your husband and one of your dearest friends. He would have to excuse you the occasional lustful look or comment.
Thorin’s breath puffed from him and he glanced over at you in surprise. A slow smile curved his lips as his gaze traveled slowly over your dwarven-style robes and sturdy boots. “I would agree, but the proof of a better one is before my very eyes.”
“Charmer,” you told him, “but we must still meet with the Elvenking and King Bard.”
Thorin grumble was incomprehensible, but he collected himself enough to warn you, “I have planned for our dinner tonight to be between the two of us alone. I knew I would need a reason not to throw that thrice-damned elf from the platform.”
“Are we not having dinner with our guests?” you asked.
Thorin shook his head. “The hour grows late and both kings will be weary after their journeys. A meal will be delivered to their respective chambers and their welcome feast will take place tomorrow night.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you so upset about a feast,” you teased.
“It is more the company than the feast,” Thorin said with a grimace.
“My king, my queen,” Balin announced, stepping into the throne room. “May I present the Elvenking Thranduil of the Greenwood and King Bard of Esgaroth.”
Balin stood aside, sending you a wink as two other figures stepped inside. Bard was first. You had met him before. Since Esgaroth was far closer than the Greenwood, he had been to Erebor to discuss trade and the resettlement of Dale, among other things. His dark hair and beard were a familiar sight, as was his warm smile.
Bard was a tall human, but Thranduil’s looming form was visible beyond him. The Elvenking was broad-shouldered and lean, a physique that was fairly common among the elves. His hair was long and pale, a shimmering blond so pale it resembled a sheet of silver cascading from the ostentatious, jewel-studded crown on his head. He was wearing a floor-length robe made of delicate elven fabric. It was immaculate, despite the dirt caked on Bard’s boots.
You were torn from your musings by the ringing quiet. Traditionally, the hosting king would say something to welcome his guests, but Thorin was staring at Thranduil in stony silence as Bard shifted uncomfortably beside a pointedly-staring Balin.
“Greetings, visitors,” you said. The weight of your station as the queen of Erebor began to crush you as all eyes turned to you. For a moment, you wavered. You were a shepherdess, born and raised in a small cottage on the outskirts of Erebor. You had been well prepared for a life shearing sheep and spinning wool, weaving blankets when you had the time. Diplomacy among recently warring kingdoms was beyond you.
Thorin’s familiar fingers touched the back of your hand. He was depending on you. An entire kingdom was depending on you. You gathered your courage and smiled.
“King Bard, how lovely to see you again,” you told him with a gentle nod of your head. “And King Thranduil, I look forward to officially making your acquaintance. I hope your journey was not too taxing?”
“Not at all,” Bard assured you, bowing. “I am glad to see you in good health.”
“It is most interesting to meet you, Queen of Erebor,” Thranduil said, his voice far deeper than you had expected. “Your welcome is appreciated, if a surprise coming from this kingdom.”
At your side, Thorin gave an unenthused snort. You cleared your throat in an attempt to cover the sound, but it fooled no one. Balin frowned so deeply that his entire beard moved with the expression and Bard glanced almost longingly at the door behind himself. Thranduil, however, looked intrigued, an almost savage joy sparking in his eyes.
“I will admit, I have been eager to meet the human woman who could capture the attention of Thorin Oakenshield,” Thranduil continued. “The dwarves have always been a remarkably… xenophobic race.”
“Only one of us has seen the inside of the other’s dungeons, Elvenking,” Thorin said at last. His voice held the grit it always took on when he was close to losing his temper. That alone was interesting to you. Thranduil was condescending, but had said nothing extreme enough to have provoked this reaction.
“And only one of us has told the other to burn in dragon’s fire… among less pleasant sentiments,” Thranduil reminded, voice silky. He turned his attention back to you. “I would have offered you some insight into the exclusionary ways of the dwarves - a warning, perhaps - but your wedding ceremony was so sudden…”
You narrowed your eyes as his gaze dipped to your waist. Your wedding to Thorin had been private by your request, but it had been sudden only in the sense that you hadn’t advertised your courtship across Middle Earth. Suspicions that you were with child had run rampant in Erebor, but you had ignored them all. The fact that it had been a full year since your wedding should have squashed the rumors, but you still encountered them with disconcertingly common frequency.
The fact that the Elvenking believed the same was a disappointment, if not an unexpected one.
“Our wedding ceremony is none of your business,” Thorin snapped, his vehemence a shock to your system. “Nor is our relationship.”
Thranduil’s dark brows rose swiftly. “A surprise to hear. The few elven traders who have been allowed to sell their wares in Erebor report that the queen is far more reasonable than her king. I suspected I would work more closely with her than you, Thorin.”
There was an undercurrent in Thranduil’s voice that you did not particularly care for, but your reaction was a drop in Esgaroth’s lake compared to Thorin’s. “You have a human woman of your own, Elvenking. There is no reason to take such an interest in mine.”
Thranduil laughed at that, a rich sound that made you want to strike him. Thorin felt the same, if you were to guess by the way his hands tightened into fists.
“And you claim to have no spies,” he said, tossing the words like blades in Thorin’s direction. “Perhaps your children will learn to navigate the wilds of diplomacy even with a father who spent well over a hundred years without a kingdom.”
“You needn’t concern yourself with our children, Elvenking,” Thorin spat venomously, tightening his fingers around yours. “They will be raised correctly, with the proper suspicion and ‘xenophobia’ that has kept our people safe even without help of those who would call themselves our allies.”
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Well, your throne, actually. You had gone into this relationship with Thorin knowing that you were different species, no matter how similar you may have looked. Children had always been a potential for the future, but now, you were having doubts.
Did marrying you mean that Thorin accepted your differences or that he intended to ignore them? You were a human and your children would be half-human. They would need a relationship with both cultures, regardless of your home in a Dwarven kingdom. In that case, you would need to have trade relationships with Dale at least. Surely Thorin’s dislike of other cultures wouldn’t extend as far as humanity?
On that note, were you certain that you wanted to have children together? You and Thorin had both done your best to learn about interspecies relationships and children, but… Well, the process of childbirth was dangerous enough on its own. When you added in the fact that your children would be half Dwarves, the prospect seemed even more intimidating.
You had thought these were issues you could explore at length, but Thorin was speaking as if you intended to start a family immediately. Thranduil seemed convinced that you and Thorin were already working toward that end.
Thorin’s thumb smoothed over the back of your hand. When you glanced over at him, you found him watching you with eyes full of reassurance and you relaxed slightly. This was Thorin. You had known him for years. Surely he wouldn’t push you into taking such a large step when you were feeling uncertain.
Bard’s voice rang through the distance between you and your guests. “I am sure none of us wish to start these meetings with a confrontation. We should-”
“Balin,” Thorin interrupted. Balin stepped forward, folding his hands in front of his torso. “Show our guests to their quarters. We will convene in the morning.”
After another round of nods from everyone, Balin led Bard and Thranduil from the throne room. When you were alone with Thorin, he fixed you with an intense look. “I apologize for putting you through that. Thranduil has always shown a remarkable disrespect for my people, but I had hoped he would show some consideration for you.”
You nodded slowly, waiting for him to say more, but he only stood and pulled you to your feet as well. “Shall we return to our own chambers?”
As you struggled under a wave of disappointment, you offered Thorin a weak smile. “I have a few tasks to complete first. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”
Some hours later, you were wandering the abandoned depths of Erebor - lost in the circling, sharp-toothed company of your thoughts - when a displeased voice sounded from behind you. “There you are. Thorin is waiting.”
“Dwalin,” you greeted, keeping your back to him as you swiped at your cheeks. You weren’t openly weeping, but your tension had encouraged occasional tears to fall. “My apologies. Please tell Thorin I will be there soon.”
Dwalin snorted. “I can escort you there just as quickly as I can deliver a message. Come.”
You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I need a moment.”
“I don’t-” Dwalin's complaint broke off abruptly, leaving a suspicion-filled silence. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you ill?” he asked. “A head cold, a stomach-? Oh. Ah… I should get Thorin. Stay there.”
His pause and following promise made you sigh. Yet another person who believed you were carrying Thorin’s child. “Dwalin-”
“What do we have here? A secret meeting? You know how much I love secret meetings.”
Normally, Bofur’s cheeriness could bring a smile to your face faster than anything, but you couldn’t find any amusement in his joking.
You heard his footsteps halt behind you. “What is going on? And where are you off to Dwalin?” You glanced over at Dwalin, accidentally catching Bofur’s eye in the process. In the millisecond you saw him, his expression went from teasing to concern. “What’s the matter, lass?”
“She’s sick,” Dwalin told him impatiently.
Bofur moved so that he could see you more clearly, shaking his head slowly. “Heartsick, maybe. What’s really going on?”
You offered him a weak smile. “I’m just a little scared.”
“Of what?” Bofur pressed.
“Being queen,” you explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie. “I’m the queen of Erebor.”
Dwalin stepped closer, giving you a strange look. “Aye, you have been for a year now.”
“And you’ve been doing a wonderful job,” Bofur reassured you.
“Yes, but…” You took a breath, smiling wryly. It wasn’t traditional to talk about things like this with anyone other than another female, but there were no females immediately available. “I’m not sure I’m ready for all that entails.”
Dwalin grumbled. “Most people get cold feet before the wedding.”
“Is this because of Bard and Thranduil?” Bofur asked.
“No- well, a little. It’s just…” You took a breath, trying to gather your courage at the same time. “Has Thorin mentioned wanting children in the past?”
The shocked little silence put your nerves on edge. The polite thing to do would be to break the tension, to tell them they were under no obligation to answer you. But you were worried and you needed the insight. Who better to provide it than two members of Thorin’s company?
“Is that what this is all about?” Bofur asked. “Is Thorin saying he doesn’t want children?”
“No,” you quickly denied.
“Is he pushing you for them, then?” Dwalin demanded, sounding thoroughly unhappy at the idea. “I’ll go beat some sense into him.”
Bofur couldn’t possibly look more shocked. “Dwalin, what are you saying? You’re his personal guard.”
“Having children isn’t something that anyone should be forced into,” he replied.
You sniffed quietly, admitting, “I didn’t think you would have an opinion on this.”
“I was never blessed with a sister, but after the fall of Erebor, Balin and I stayed with some distant relatives,” Dwalin told you, voice gruff as he studiously avoided making eye contact with you or Bofur. “I’ve seen many cousins marry and more than one of those hearty dwarrowdams died in the birthing bed.”
“Don’t scare the lass,” Bofur chided.
Dwalin shook his head. “I’m not trying to. The midwives of Erebor are excellent at their work, but childbirth is dangerous. It’s not something for anyone to be pushed into.”
“Thorin isn’t pushing me,” you told both of your confidants. “And I’m certainly not pushing him. I’m just realizing how important it is for the king and queen to have children.”
The only answer they gave were blank stares. At length, Bofur said, “Well, the line of heirs is a big deal for kings. Inheritance and everything.”
“I know that,” you said, impatient - though your impatience was with yourself rather than with either of them. “But it’s something I didn’t expect to apply to me. Marrying royalty was never in my plans. I… I feel like everyone’s expectations are high. Far too high. Do they expect me to know all of this already? Should Thorin and I already be starting a family?”
Bofur made some kind of gesture to Dwalin. You didn’t see it, but the burly dwarf walked off at a rapid pace. Bofur’s hand gently clasped your elbow, steering you down the hall in the vague direction of Thorin’s chambers. Your questions continued, though they dropped in volume until you were speaking mostly to yourself.
“I think you know who has the answers to those questions, lass,” Bofur said kindly, waiting until after you had stopped muttering to say it.
You thought on that point for a while, but you couldn’t think of any way to approach the topic without making Thorin feel like he had to choose between reassuring you and accurately representing his own wants and needs. You wanted to make Thorin happy, wanted it more than anything… but you were worried you would lose yourself in the push for children if you weren’t careful.
“But how can I ask him?” you sighed. “What if I end up disappointing him?”
Bofur scoffed.
“Impossible.”
The single-word assertion didn’t come from the dwarf beside you. Instead, Thorin came striding quickly down the hewn-stone hallway in front of you. His hair was loose and damp, and he was wearing a casual tunic and trousers. Clearly, he had left your shared quarters in a hurry.
His eyes studied you, alight with worry. When he found no injury, he looked past you. “Thank you, Bofur. I’ll escort her from here.”
“Your highnesses,” Bofur replied cheekily, giving an overly deep bow before he walked away.
Thorin gave you another searching look, then held out a hand. It was a wise gesture, silent by nature, but asking so much more. Were you angry with him? Would you fight against him or would you fight with him against a common enemy?
You slipped your hand into his without a second thought. The deep crease in Thorin’s brow eased slightly, but his shoulders stayed tense as he led you to the royal quarters you shared.
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Author's Note - As a helpful life tip, don't ask recently married people (or anyone, really) when they're having kids. It's weird and puts pressure on them. If they bring it up, it's whatever, but don't ask invasive questions.
There is be a second (explicit) part to this that I'll post tomorrow!
#fanfic february#fanfic february 2023#fanficfebruary#the hobbit#thorin oakenshield#thorin oakenshield x fem!reader#thorin x reader#thorin x you#dwalin#bofur#the hobbit dwalin#the hobbit bofur#self insert#self insert fanfiction
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Durin Queen of Erebor Pairings
- Why Choose—
Thorin x Reader OC x Dwalin Pairing – After finding you dripping in blood after an accident Dwalin cares for you sparking up the conversation of courtship, quickly sliding you into a Dwarven love triangle happily ending in marriage. Leading through your finding your way through becoming Queen. Pt 1 fluff, Pt2 + Smutty. Hurt/comfort – injured oc – smut – courtship/marriage – Becoming Queen – Repair Erebor – Pg/Birth.
Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9
Long Live – oc x Thorin/Dwalin/Thranduil pairing - Reborn into your namesake’s body after a brutal attack a change for adventure and love comes calling on the heels of a hard to shake trauma.
Pt 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17966738/chapters/42436316
https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/186143450614/long-live
https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/186145203132/long-live-pt-2
Oc X Fili/Thorin
- Sculptor— Pt 1, Pt 2
Fili x Reader OC x Thorin Pairing – Soulmates – After an accident in the forges you find yourself once again saving the life of the ruling Durins and reclaiming your old bed in the healing Wing. If you want more of this let me know. Hurt OC – Dwarf Courting
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🌸~So you want 📚 something soft and 🐝 sweet? Try this 🌱 shelf~
Under the Table (part 1), (part 2), by @immawriteyouthings
You don’t want to go to the princes ball to find a partner, but your mother was persistent. When you find a dwarf hiding under a table by the name of Fee, you chance your mind about it being so bad. Fili x
Tavern Tales by @arrantsnowdrop
A drunken night at the tavern leads to Fili taking you home and putting you to bed. Fili x
Letters from amad (part 1), (part 2), by @erosofthepen
Lady Dis is unsure of you marring her son Fili and you try your best to sooth her untrust. Fili x
Something Sweet by @immawriteyouthings
A playful moment turns into one ruined cake. Fili x
Stupid Goose by @ironmandeficiency
Fili brings home a goose one day that proceeds to terrorize the mountain, not realizing what a soulmate goose is. Fili x
As It Pleases by @thorinthehottotty
It is yours and Fili’s marrage night and you are nervous. Fili washes those worries away. A little steamy but no explicit smut. Fili x
I’ve Got You by @guardianofrivendell
When the reader gets hurt and must be carried, Fili grows jealous when its not his arms carrying you. Fili x
Lion And Fire by @ally-holmes
When Thorin tells Fili that Dáin has offered to introduce him to his goddaughter Maen and that expects them to get on good terms and, maybe, end up married, Fili decides that he’s going to hate her. Little does he knows that she’s not only beautiful, but she’s also smart and strong. He expected to be the one with an opinion on the matter, yet she confessing that she won’t marry him hurt his pride deeply. Fili x
No Idea Why by @immawriteyouthings
Fake dating Kili leads to unexpected feelings. Kili x
And We’ll Love by @midearthwritings
You braid Kili’s hair not understanding what it means to dwarves. A little bit of Angst. Kili x
Sleep Song by @immawriteyouthings
You get so used to hearing Thorin snoring on the quest that when you get to Erebor you are left sleepless without the sound. Then one night Thorin finds you wondering the halls. Thorin x
Sweet Treats by @i-did-not-mean-to
You make cookies for Dwalin. Dwalin x
Tied With A Bow (Or Two) by @immawriteyouthings
You try to prank Bofur by putting pretty pink ribbions in his hair, unaware of what that means in Dwarvish culture. Bofur x
To be a Cat by @immawriteyouthings
Gandalf turns Bilbo into a cat. He is not mused. Kind of Baggensheild
Pretend To Be Nice by @blairsanne
Reader has feelings for Anders that they try and swallow down. Anders Johnson/Bragi x
Beware Of The Dragon by @ally-holmes
Anders is interrupted by an old friend after becoming mortal, and it turns out they’re a dragon. Anders Johnson/Bragi x
Boonies by @blairsanne
Reader finds an injured Will in her chicken coop. Will Johnson x
#soft#fluff#sweet#fili#fili durin#kili#kili durin#thorin#thorin oakenshield#bofur#baggensheild#fili xreader#kili x reader#platonic thorin x reader#bofur x reader#Cat!bilbo#anders johnson#anders x reader#will johnson
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Chapter 3: Dwalin
a/n: Dwalin kind of got away from me *fans self* I'm, uh, gonna go over here and pray for my soul.
Warnings: Sex pollen (slight dubcon), Dwalin, angst if you squint, please let me know if I need more warnings!
Balin knew as soon as the girl told him about the flower who would end up in the cavern with her. Dwalin sat across from him, growling as the others tried to decide who would go down there and save their healer. He was trying to act like it didn’t bother him that the others were currently fighting over who was going to relieve the lass, but each argument made his face a little redder and his scowl a little deeper.
He could hear Fili over the others, boasting that he was the only one with the stamina to get through the entire day. Dwalin glared at the young Durin, gripping the hilt of his axe so tight that his knuckles turned white. Fili would not make it to the stairs if he tried.
Thorin’s sharp gaze settled over the scene, and he looked at Dwalin thoughtfully before clearing his throat. “Dwalin.”
Dwalin looked up at his friend, eyes almost panicked. “But…”
Thorin’s lips quirked up in a smirk. “She’s dying, Dwalin. And I have a feeling that if anyone else tries to get to her, you will relieve them of their heads. Stop fighting it and go.”
Dwalin looked to his brother, who was also smirking. “You are painfully obvious, little brother,” Balin said lightly. “If your age has caught up to you, then…”
He didn’t get to say anymore as Dwalin stood, dropping his axes and stormed towards the stairs. He paused, looking back at Balin with wide eyes. “What if she doesna’—”
“Go, you rock-head,” Balin chided. “Give her the choice before you worry it to death. Because she might surprise you.”
“If you don’t want to,” Fili called from where he sat far away from Dwalin, “then I will.” The young Durin shrank at the look Dwalin shot him, realizing he was in obvious danger. He kept his mouth shut after that.
Dwalin ran his hand over his bald head, looking down the small opening where the steps led down to the lass. He was so enamored with her that he didn’t know what to do. She was in obvious danger, but it had been so long since he even looked at a dam. What did he have to give someone like her? He was a warrior, had planned to never settle and do whatever his king needed him to do, and then she showed up and turned his entire world upside down.
He felt Balin at his right, but he kept his gaze on the steps. “Maybe I should send a whelp,” he said finally.
“Nonsense, brother. She’s quite taken with you. I know this isn’t the way it’s normally done, but there are very few choices now. Ye’ could send Thorin, I suppose.” Balin smirked at his brother’s snarl, patting his arm gently. “That’s what I thought. Also, while you’re up here woolgatherin’, she is actually in pain. Go be the hero and save her.”
“I’m no’ a hero, though,” he grumbled.
“No, you’re the best fighter we have. You’ve stood down orcs, survived a dragon, and you’re going to let a flower defeat you,” Balin tsked.
“If you don’t go, I’ll save the lass!” Bofur called from behind them. Dwalin didn’t even have time to turn around before he heard a ‘smack!’ and Bofur’s pained grunt.
Dwalin’s ears perked up as he heard a faint noise drift up from the stairwell. Balin handed him something—a blanket roll—and pushed him towards the stairs. He looked back at the others, glaring at Kili who was giving him a thumbs up. Rolling his eyes, he started down the stairs, ignoring the cheers of his fellow dwarves as he descended.
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He got to the bottom of the steps, blinking at the way the air was hazy. He saw the giant flower not too far from him, and to his right he heard water splashing. Gripping the blanket tightly, he looked around for a clear spot to set up, quickly, so she would be comfortable while they were…
As he rolled the blanket out, food and clothing escaped from their confines. Setting them to the side, he felt his face heat as he tried to keep himself focused on his task. If he let his mind wander, he would think about all the nights he woke up hard from the dreams he had about you. You were so soft, and the thought of your hands anywhere on his skin was the best kind of agony. For so long he had settled on being your protector, your friend, because what would you want with a scarred-up old dwarrow like him? Not when royalty itself was nipping at your heels. Both Fili and Kili, even Thorin on occasion, looked at you like you hung the stars.
The thought of anyone touching you like he wanted to touch you filled him with a rage he had never felt before. You were his, his One, even if he had a hard time admitting it.
Your whimper brought him back to the present, and he breathed deeply to settle himself. This was not the time to be caught up in his own demons. Making sure everything was as good as it was going to get one last time, Dwalin stood and made his way to his lass, praying to Durin that this was not going to be a disaster.
Your bare back was presented to him when he found the pool, and he nudged off his boots and removed his shirt, deciding it was best if he kept his pants on for the moment. The water was surprisingly warm, and he reached out to touch your bare shoulder, trying not to startle you even though it seemed you were in your own world.
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At the touch of his rough hands on your skin, you turned slowly, trying not to show all your bits even though every part of you thrummed with want. You reached up to take his hand, though Dwalin seemed to be struggling to keep his eyes on your face. “Hi,” you breathed, scooting closer to him. So close you were almost touching.
“Lass,” he warned, taking a step back. “Before we do this, I just…” he lost his train of thought as you took his hand and placed it over your heart.
“Just?” you prompted, pressing a little closer. “Just wanted to make sure I didn’t want someone else?” Even with that accursed dust swimming through your veins, lighting your entire body on fire, you still had enough thoughts left to frown at him. “Your brother was right. Sometimes you are as clueless as a rock.” You followed him as he pressed back against the wall, close but not quite touching. You lean just a bit forward to touch your noses together, ghosting your lips over his. “I want you, you ass. Why do you think Fili and Kili have been incorrigible lately? They’ve been tormenting you so you make a move.”
You pull back a little, tilting your head as a thought hit you. “But if you don’t want to do this, then I’d rather let my heart actually explode.” That cooled your thoughts a bit, and you started to sink back into the water when two large hands grabbed you around the waist, tossed you over a broad shoulder, and dragged you shrieking out of the water. “Dwalin!”
He chuckled, sliding you down his shoulder to set your feet on a blanket and keep you flush against him. His hands were firmly clutched around your middle, and you would have paid him to move them anywhere or everywhere else. You look down, seeing the palette he laid out, then looked at him. “It’s no’ much,” he said sheepishly, his thumbs drawing absent circles on your back, “but it’s better than scratching your back up.”
“You say that like I won’t be scratching your back up.” You close the small space that was still between you, still holding his gaze as you reach up to grip his beard and tug playfully. “Now if you don’t touch me, Fundinson, I may have to get violent.” And you would. It was getting harder to think straight when you were this close to him.
Hie eyes darken, and the noise he makes in the back of his throat zips directly to your core. You suddenly find yourself on your back with Dwalin hovering above you. His eyes wander over your bare form as if you were the greatest treasure he had ever seen, and he gives you one more chance to back out. “You’re sure?” he asks, accent growing thicker as he runs both hands along your ribcage. They settle just under your breasts, almost touching.
“Yes,” you hiss out, arching slightly to get him to move his hands up just a little. “Please.”
He groans at the word, settling between your thighs. He crawls up your body, beard tickling your skin in the best ways as he makes his way to your lips. As soon as his mouth touches yours, your brain shuts down and your legs automatically wrap around his waist, trying to pull him as tightly against you as possible.
He doesn’t move an inch.
Instead, his gentle movements against your lips rip embarrassing noises from your throat, and he holds you to the ground while you arch beneath him. He was going to kill you, you were certain of it.
Another dark chuckle shivers through your nerve endings, and he nuzzles your neck, nipping at the skin. “I’ll no’ rush this,” he murmurs, his left hand finally moving upward to squeeze your breast. He was regretting his initial action of leaving his pants on, now that they were so tight he was sure to lose a button or two.
“Rush,” you beg, barely able to form coherent sentences anymore. Now that you knew this was happening, what little control you had over your body had left. You were a ball of need, and your entire world had condensed down to his hands on your skin. It was almost painful how sensitive you were.
He cursed under his breath, realizing that this was not the time to savor. There would be other times now that you were his, but he could hear your heart fluttering dangerously fast. He pulled away to sit back on his knees, untangling your legs from around his hips just long enough to toss them over his large shoulders and tug you closer to him. He could smell your arousal tempting him, and with a groan he sank down onto his stomach to devour you.
While Dwalin had not been with a woman in many years, he had been rather wild in his youth. He used all that knowledge now to your advantage. You keened as his tongue glided over your clit, pushing you close to the edge but not quite over. You tried to move closer, but his grip on you was like iron. You weren’t moving until he let you.
One of his arms loosened around your leg, and you felt a thick finger probe at your entrance. You were so wet by this point that you were surprised he didn’t just slide in, but that wouldn’t be like Dwalin. He had to have control over every battlefield, even this one. You were begging by the time he sank in to his first knuckle, and when he pulled out completely you lifted up just enough to glare daggers down at him.
The mischievous twinkle in his eye told you he knew exactly what he was doing, but before you could utter a single word, he held your gaze as he sank two fingers deep into you, crooked them just right, and licked.
Your entire body seized as stars burst behind your eyelids and ecstasy like you had never known rushed through your veins. Your cries echoed off the walls as you shivered through your climax, and just when you thought you had settled, you heard a gruff command in dwarvish as he shifted his fingers again and buried his face back between your legs.
There was no build up, no warning, just bliss as he worked you through another mind-numbing peak. Your hands had, at some point, found their way onto his head. With every shock of pleasure that zipped through you, you had tangled your fingers through his hair and tugged. His growl vibrated through your core, and you clenched around his fingers for a third time.
He whispered gentle words against your skin as he brought you down gently, giving your shivering form a smug once-over before untangling himself from you. He slid up to lay beside you, his hands running over every inch of skin he could touch. He nuzzled your neck, and you could feel your wetness still clinging to his beard. “I willnae be able to get anythin’ done,” he grumbled into your ear, and you shivered. “With your scent all over me, in m’ beard…” You could feel his grin against your skin as you whimper at every word he growls.
You pull back just enough to kiss him, then with a mischievous thought you push at his shoulders. He rolls over onto his back easily, and you clamor over him with a happy giggle. “It won’t just be your beard,” you purr, settling directly over the bulge in his trousers. He grunts, gripping your hips so tight you’re sure you’ll have fingerprints there in the morning.
“Lass…” Whether he is begging you or warning you doesn’t matter, because you slide along his length anyway, hands pressing against his chest for balance. You make a pleased sound in the back of your throat as the friction alone is delicious, and he glides his hands up from your hips to cup your breasts reverently. He tweaks your nipples, moving one hand up to cup your head and pull it down so you are both nose to nose. “Like this,” he rasps, blue gaze holding yours, “take it.”
He thrusts up at just the right angle, fabric sliding just right, and you are once again flying, nails digging into his chest as you shudder and cry out. You are still so empty, though, and you press your face into his neck and beg him to take you with incoherent mutterings.
You hear the animalistic noise he makes right before he flips you onto your back, and you think you hear fabric ripping as he divests himself on the final barrier between the two of you. He slides a hand beneath your shoulder, cradling your head in his hand as he forces you to look at him. “Last chance, lass,” he breathes, sliding into your wetness without entering you. His words barely register as you arch up against him, feeling the thick head of his member nudging your entrance.
“Dwalin,” is the only word you can form, reaching down to guide him into you. He groans and closes his eyes as your fingers grip him. He’s so thick you can barely close your fingers, and you slide your hand along his length once, twice, guiding him into you on the third stroke.
He tries to ease into you, shaking with the control its taking to not lose himself. That will not do, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than just that. You reach up to run your hands through his beard, tugging gently as he growls out a warning.
“Take me,” you whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”
You saw the moment his control broke, gasping as he gripped your hip with his free hand and slid completely inside you in one smooth movement. You wrapped your legs tightly around him, savoring the feeling of him filling you before he pulled all the way out and repeated the process. All you could do was hang on, as he was the one pulling and pushing you along his length, his other hand buried in your hair holding you still while he growled dwarven words into the skin of your neck.
He slammed into you and held you there, rotating his hips in small circled to grind against your clit. You could feel him swelling, and the broken groan of your name as he filled you with his seed had you trembling around him with a wail as you came. You felt his teeth sink into your neck enough to sting, and he groaned as you tightened around him again.
You clung to him as you shivered, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. He held himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t squish you, but you tugged enough that he settled his weight on you for a moment.
“Mmm..tha’s nice,” you murmur, burrowing deeper into his neck.
He huffed a chuckle, peeling you off of him after a few minutes. “Ye’ need to drink some water, love,” he said, reaching over for the waterskin. “While you have the mind to.” He uncorks the bottle and pulls you up just enough that you can take a deep, glorious gulp.
You curl up at his side, running your finger along his arm. Even now, the burn was only at a dull roar. You knew it would soon be back. You sat up enough to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him gently on the lips.
He turned, laying down on his back and pulling you with him. “Once yer system is normal again,” he murmurs against your head, fingers tangling in your hair, “I would like to court you.”
“We’ve gone past courting, silly,” you tease.
He snorted. “This was an exception. Would ye mind it?”
You grinned into his skin, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t mind it at all.”
Choose your next dwarf!
Thorin Fili Kili Bofur
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Requests are open [before you request]
Fandoms: The Hobbit, LOTR, GOT
50 Dialogue Prompts
The Hobbit
*I was formerly known as bluemountainsmajesty and plan to rewrite some of my orphaned fics on ao3. For now, I'm linking them below:
Domestic Oneshots Masterlist - A series of oneshots (with the occasional second or third part), focusing on domestic relationships and moments between you and members of the company. [33/33]
Bilbo
Comfort - Bilbo has a relaxing Valentine’s Day planned, starting with a nice bath.
More than Friends - A dear friend is visiting the Shire and Bilbo discovers he may want to be more than friends.
Bofur
Alterations - Bofur means well, but is ill prepared when ordering a dress to surprise Y/N.
Cold Shoulder - Y/N feels ostracized and like she has intruded on dwarrow life, just by living in the mountain to be with Bofur. He finds a way to fix things.
Fixated - "If it’s not too much to ask you for a Bofur smut fic where he has a particular oral fixation so he goes down on the reader a lot? I’d like a gender neutral reader" nsfw
Mr. Sociable - “Are you jealous? Want me all to yourself, do you?"
Subtlety - Bofur wants to make a grand gesture for the woman he loves, and it gets a little Great Gatsby on him.
Dori
A Perfect Fit - “I’d like to ask for a Dori (hobbit) domestic fic please. I just don’t think he gets enough love. Maybe falling for a small dark-haired human running an orphanage? Cause that would channel all those great parenting instincts he has.” request
Dwalin
A Dream Come True - "Were you dreaming about me again?" w/ Dwalin - smut smut smut NSFW
Love Story - Dwalin is a bigger softie than he lets on.
Ode to my One - Dwalin's anniversary gift for his wife is both unexpected and endearing.
Suspenders - At the royal wedding, Dwalin has a wardrobe malfunction. Reader offers to lend a hand. Hints at some NSFW
They Gave Each Other a Pledge - Thorin's youngest sister is in a secret relationship with his best friend. All is well until he catches them together. NSFW
Fili
Confessions - “Fili feat. miscommunication, confessions, nearly missed chances (and more than a little bit of wine)” I want to say this was from a Fizzy writing event.
Dwarven Merchants - Fili x reader role switching au. The Durins are merchants from Erebor while Y/N is a distant relation to human royals. Fili doesn’t feel like he’s good enough for her. [incomplete series]
Enough is Enough - Thorin’s had enough of his nephew and his wife. Borderline NSFW
Lullabies - Learning to live under the mountain brings certain challenges, like getting used to falling asleep in complete and utter silence.
Not an Overreaction - Fili x reader where Dwalin’s daughter gets caught with her boyfriend. NSFW
Sugar Rush - Fili has a sweet surprise for his wife on Valentine’s Day.
Unveiled - Fili brings you to the Shire with him. Thorin thinks he’s being clever, spiting the wizard by asking you to join the company. He doesn’t know what’s coming.
Kili
Golden Years - The company finds out Y/N’s birth year and think she’s much older than she really is. Kili tries to fix the situation, not wanting her to hate him for his poor choice of words.
Meeting Again - Kili and Y/N reunite after their first meeting on the shore. She gets a bit of a surprise.
Nearly too Late - Y/N is about to return to Rohan, Kili panics.
Nori
Favorite Star - Nori is a bit of a dork on Valentine’s Day, but a dork in love.
Supply Run - Nori and Y/N get some supplies for the company, and Nori reaches a realization.
Ori
Anonymous - These letters just keep coming, it’s time to find out who the secret admirer is.
Into the Woods - “Reader from our world figures out how to survive for months in the wild. Encounters Ori and helps him, in turn asks Ori if you would come home with him. Maybe showing some of Dori’s and Nori’s influence in Ori’s actions towards you.” requested
Thorin
For the Dancing and the Dreaming - Thorin proposing to the reader by singing the “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from HTTYD. With the reader joining him as a duet - request
Light of Day - Winters in Erebor really take a toll on their human queen. Thorin has an idea on how to fix that.
Skyless Stars - I got inspired by a gifset of glowworms from Waitomo Caves in New Zealand -> I like to think there are caves deep in Erebor like this and lovers take strolls there. Maybe there’s a pool and they go for dips in this little hideaway- away from the others for a moment of peace and privacy, contemplation… or secret kisses with Thorin.
Take a Break - Thorin and his Queen were invited to Rivendell to speak with Lord Elrond. She sees it as a vacation and tries to get her husband to see it the same way.
Unwind - My first smutfic: Thorin’s wife has been getting stressed with her duties lately, he tries to help her relax. NSFW
Valentine’s Festival - Thorin organizes an entire festival for the person he loves.
Wounded Pride - Thorin’s one is hurt, his nephews are to blame, the wizard is gone, and apparently, he had been right about their campsite.
Dragon Age
DAO
Zevran
Retired Crow - Zevran and his warden “retire” to Antiva, raising their own type of family.
GOT
Tyrion Lannister
The Best of Them - After the attack on King’s Landing, Tyrion must find Y/N and warn her of his plan to resign from his position.
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Dreams into Reality
Summary: Falling asleep to the hobbit, but waking up in the Shire, how would you react?
Warnings: Eventual Smut, slow burn romance, implied/reference to self-harm, depression, self-harm. MDI
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Thorin Oakenshield x Reader
Do you know those dreams that feel so real? I like to think I’m currently in one, a dream, but that's not the case.
I fell asleep watching one of my favorite movies, The Hobbit, which I tend to do every night, before you try to tell me how to live my life, don't, just fair warning. The hobbit brings me more comfort than I believe any human could, besides the actors in the movie.
Back to what I was saying. I fell asleep watching The Hobbit, the part at the beginning where the dwarves are throwing Bilbo's dishes around causing the little hobbit distress, but the next thing I remember is hearing a familiar voice and then hearing a crash all around me, before feeling hard ground against my back, compared to the soft comfort of my bed, as well as a heavy feeling on my chest, I look down seeing my backpack.
“What the hell…” I groan sitting up, eyes quickly searching my surroundings, “The shire… there’s no way I’m here, this is a fucking dream, or I shifted, but shifting has never given me pain like that before” I mutter looking around, quickly pulling the sleeves of my sweater down as I hear that familiar voice again.
“My dear Tayler, I’m glad you were able to make it, I was unsure if my magic would reach you.” I try to center myself, hoping that I'm only dreaming, or shifting like I normally do, but when I look down and see the clothes I fell asleep in, I know that's not the case.
I turn quickly, looking up at the wizard in front of me, “Gandalf… What am I doing here? How did I get here? I have got to be dreaming… this can't be real” The older wizard chuckles softly as he listens to me talk, “no, my dear Tay, I brought you here, because you’re needed for this quest, you’re needed here, and more importantly, you’re wanted here. Now, let's head inside so you can meet the others of Thorin Oakenshield's company.”
He moves to help stand me up before he starts to usher me inside, and I try to fight it, but all he does is push me through the door, “I’m hardly dressed to meet anyone, I-” My voice faltered as we got inside the hobbit hole, seeing it in person was better than seeing it on a screen.
“Gandalf, you finally came back inside…” the voice starts to trail off once they round the corner of the wall, I look up seeing Bilbo first, “that's a lady… a rather small lady, but she’s no hobbit, her feet aren’t like mine, she's no dwarf, has no beard…, definitely not an Elf, no pointy ears and she's rather short,” Gandalf interrupted the poor Hobbit, “she’s a man, dear Bilbo, let's get into the kitchen with everyone else that way I can explain why she’s here.”
I follow behind Gandalf, trying to stay hidden, my arms being wrapped around my waist, and my shirt being pulled down to cover a certain spot on my legs.
“Thorin and Company, I’d like to introduce you to… where’d you go, my dear?” Gandalf looks around before chuckling and pulling me from behind him, smiling softly. “I’d like to introduce you to another member of the company. This is Tayler, though she prefers Tay.”
I feel all the eyes on me but I continue looking down at the floor, “She’s not from middle earth, from rather another reality at that. She needs to be here for certain parts of the Durin story to stay true.” I finally find the courage to look up, my eyes finding a certain pair of blue eyes already staring at me, my eyes go wide and I quickly look back down, my heart pounding against my chest.
‘Fuck, why did he have to be here already’ I look back up, avoiding the king's eyes as I smile, waving softly.
“Gandalf, are you sure she’s needed?”
I turn and see Dwalin questioning the wizard, and I too, look up at the wizard raising a brow, “I didn’t want to say this, but where she’s from, we’re in a book, and a moving picture, she knows everything that's going to happen, from before to the future, she’s needed Dwalin,” the intimidating dwarf looked my way again and I looked around meeting more brown eyes.
‘Kili’
I smiled more before finding his brother's blue eyes, who had a worry in his eyes. I see them glance down at my arm quickly covering the blood that was seeping through, “excuse me..” I quickly leave the kitchen, making my way away from the group, hearing footsteps behind me.
“Tay,” I turn to the oldest of the Durin brothers, and I can see the worry still evident in his eyes.
“You’re bleeding, did you get inju-”
“n-no... I’m not bleeding,” I quickly lie, shaking my head gently, his brow raises as he moves closer, taking my hand softly.
“I’ve hidden a few of my own wounds to know how this works…” he pulls my sleeve up slightly, his eyes wide before they soften. “what happened to you?”
All I can do is shake my head quickly before he pulls me to a farther room, “breath dear, it's okay,” he whispers, pulling me into a tight hug, holding me tight as I break down.
I finally calm down after a while, taking a deep breath before I pull away from Fili, “I... In my world, I’m not the strongest, I can’t... I don’t believe in myself as everyone else does, I fight my thoughts every day, my mind is a battlefield and I’m the person getting injured.. so, instead of talking, I control the pain... I use anything I can get a hold of, because when I control the pain I can’t hear the thoughts in my head..” I admit quietly.
"I know it's not the greatest thing, and I was clean for over a year but then something happened and I couldn't handle it anymore, the pain was getting too much, my mind was getting too much for my heart to handle so I became weak."
Fili was quiet as I explained, before he pulled away fully, walking to the nearby sink before coming back and cleaning the fresh cuts before he wrapped them gently.
“May I ask what caused you to do it this time? These look fresh, like moments before Gandalf brought you here kind of fresh..”
I look down, biting my cheek, soon a metallic taste coming into my mouth, “the people.. or I should say one person I live within my world, I feel like I’m nothing to him lately, like I don’t matter, it's like he’s only with me to have someone warm his bed, to keep him company... It hurts my heart and soul, so to combat that pain, I use the only thing that I know helps me…” I avoid contact with the blonde Durin, not wanting to see the sadness crowd his eyes.
“If you feel anything during this trip, come to me please,” his voice was just above a whisper, “I won’t tell anyone what's happening but if you must, and I’m not there go to Kili or Balin, they will help you until I can.” I let my head nod in agreement, he finished up wrapping my leg, “if you feel comfortable with it, you should tell Balin, he's one you can trust if you cannot place your trust in anyone else,” his voice was just above a whisper, I nod, letting him know I heard him.
“But please dear one, I know we hardly know each other but don't hurt yourself again if you can,” he started before Kili walked in, causing our conversation to halt.
“Oh, my, are you okay? Did you get hurt when you arrived?”
“She did, she’s all set now though, I noticed it at dinner, I'll just have to check the wounds now and again to make sure they don't get infected” Fili responded for me before I could. “Oh well, I’m happy you noticed brother, don’t need her getting an infection,” he was even sweeter in person, same as his brother. The only person I dreaded talking to was their uncle, the man who stole my heart from my world, the same as he did the moment my eyes met his earlier.
“Bilbo found some clothes for her, he thinks that they’ll fit, and says she can cut them if she needs to,” Kili spoke gently setting some clothes down on the table near the entryway, “I’ll be right out that door, get changed and then we can go back to the others,” Fili’s voice was soft as he spoke to me, I nodded letting him know that was okay. I quickly change before moving back to stand by Fili.
We walk back out to the group of dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard. Before I speak, I look around at the company around the table, chewing at my cheek. I still couldn’t believe I was in my favorite movie with one of my favorite characters by my side, helping me more than people from my reality when I was there.
Thorin’s POV
The moment my eyes met her’s, I just knew, it was exactly as Dis described it, my world felt complete, almost making me want to go back to the blue mountain but I needed to get to Erebor, I needed to be king, same as my father, and grandfather. I watched as Fili chased after my one once she left the room, making me question what was going on, I shook my head, turning my attention to Gandalf who was already looking at me like he knew exactly what was happening, the small smile on his face telling me he did. He knew exactly what was going to happen, or at least he made it seem as if he did.
“So, she knows about us. What can you tell us of her?”
“She's a small woman, as you've noticed. Part of that is due to where she's from, her world is not the kindest to those who are kind. A warrior, she knows her way around a… a blade if you will, not in the way she should, but she does. She knows what will happen, though I suspect she won't speak about it until she deems it necessary, as I would hope.” He began to explain, "she is a fighter, you can trust her to fight along your side if it comes to it," Gandalf’s voice had sincerity in it as he spoke, causing me to nod, knowing he spoke the truth, and after his anger earlier when they were speaking of allowing Bilbo to join, I did not want to bring that forward again.
I stopped the conversation when my nephews came back with my one behind Fili, in different clothes now, making a small growl escape past my lips without me realizing it until Balin nudged me with his elbow, cursing the dwarf in my mind, always knowing everything.
As she speaks, I calm my heart. “I'm sorry about the sudden absence. I got injured upon my arrival and Fili helped me get patched up, as well as Bilbo has provided me with more suitable clothing.” She admitted. I frown, turning a glare toward Gandalf, who only shook his head softly, meaning the injury didn't occur here. He knew something about her that he wasn't wanting to speak of. I had to get it from him or see if my nephews knew anything. At least Fili, who seems to have gotten close to her within these moments of her being here.
“We shall leave in the morning, despite Gandalf telling me you do, I wish to hear from you. I do have to ask, do you have any weapon experience?”
I noticed Fili physically freeze, panic in his eyes before he cleared his face quickly, “I do, daggers and bows, I suppose swords as well,” she spoke, her voice sounding like a warm spring coming to life after months frozen.
‘Mahal Thorin stop’
I nod softly, “Fili, can offer you a dagger and a sword, my nephew has quite a few to spare. Don’t drag us down,” I spoke before I could stop my words, a frown evident on my face as I noticed the hurt come across her face.
“I’ll offer her the weapons when sh-” “give them to her now, Fili,” I growled out before he agreed, handing her the weapons I had insisted on. I notice a look skim across her face as she takes the weapons, before it's quickly replaced with a smile, "thank you Fili, but I have a dagger of my own, I shall be fine with that for now," her voice was like honey, and it made my heart flutter. I quickly nod, "fine, don't get lost, and don't lose the weapon, you'll probably regret it."
I remember hearing Bilbo and Gandalf arguing in another room, before hearing Balin, "it appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us." He spoke, causing me to turn to look at him, "after all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkers, and toymakers, hardly the stuff of legend."
"There are a few warriors amongst us," I told my dear friend.
"Old warriors," he told me in response.
"I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the iron hills. For when I called upon them, they answered. Loyalty, honor, a willing heart. I can ask no more than that." I stood up from the wall, standing straighter as Balin stands, "You don't have to do this. You have a choice. You've done honorably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the blue mountains. A life of peace and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor. Especially now that your one is here, My king..." I look down at my hands, before glancing into the next room and seeing my nephews with Tay, her showing them what was in the pack she had brought with her.
"From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me." I knew deep down he was right, I glance back at Balin, holding the key up, "Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done."
Balin and I head back to the other dwarves, I make my way to the fire place, leaning against it as I light my pipe, soon all of us humming before I start singing
'Far over the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep and caverns old
we must away, 'ere break of day
to find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height
the winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
#thorin x original character#the hobbit thorin#thorin x oc#the hobbit#thorin oakenshield#the hobbit trilogy#Dwalin
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