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the-pen-pot · 4 months

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Could I ask about Where the Heart Is? (I’m still blaming/thanking you for my Bagginshield obsession, BTW) Or, if you’ve already done that one, Guard of Diocletian?

Both are on my TBR, and I’m really looking forward to them!

Lol, I will happily take the blame for your Bagginshield obsession.

Where The Heart Is: a typical mixture of "missing presumed dead" and "voyage and return" Bilbo returns to teh Shire, and has just made up his mind to leave Hobbiton behind and return to the Lonely Mountain when raiders sweep through Hobbiton.

Summary:

'There was an attack. Raiders. There was no warning of their coming.' Gandalf sighed: the broken sound of someone who has failed in their duty of care. 'They took everything they could carry, and burned everything they could not. Many of the fallen were impossible to recognise.' Gandalf leant on his staff, and the wizard looked more tired than Thorin had ever seen him. He swallowed, and Thorin wanted to put his hands over his ears, because he knew, sick and certain, why there had been no more letters from Bag End.

'Bilbo is not among those who live.'

And a little snippet under the read more 😉

There are several chapters of the draft of this for patrons, but currently it's not up on AO3 because it's unfinished, still in its draft stages, and I tend to only post one big project at once, (and currently Hiraeth has me in its thrall). It'll get its time to shine on the archive eventually!

Golden sunlight shafted through the trees, painting the ground with bars of light and shadow. The piping melody of birdsong flowed on the breeze. Rich loam fragranced the air, and a carpet of wildflowers splashed colour as far as the eye could see.

These were not the barren lands of the north, nor the dank deliriums of Thranduil’s forest.

This was the Shire.

Bilbo patted the neck of his horse, his breath escaping him in a shaking stream as he struggled with the disappointment creaking in his gut. After so long away, he had imagined that the gently rolling hills would bring him comfort. This was the end of his journey, after all. Should he not feel some sense of accomplishment and completion? It was over. He was home.

Wasn’t he?

His stomach twisted, but its hollow ache had little to do with hunger. He and Gandalf may have been living on road rations for the past three months, but there had been enough food to keep them going. Instead, uncertainty hollowed out his gut, leaving his body an empty vessel for his worries.

Looking over his shoulder, he stared behind him, not seeing the trees that lined the empty road or the butterflies dancing in the breeze. Instead, his mind conjured up a memory. The looming silhouette of a snow-capped peak reached up to challenge the sky. A beacon burning at its summit, guiding travellers home to warm, safe halls as the wide sweep of the road approached vast doors, flung open to welcome him. With months and miles between them, Erebor still beckoned.

The mountain had caught him in its thrall.

Bilbo grimaced at his own lies. It was not the kingdom that had enchanted him so, but its king. Thorin was the one who made him long for gleaming stone and blazing forges where once he craved lush earth and open skies. Even now, he could feel distance of his friends like a pull on his bones, urging him to turn back.

There had been too many lonely, cold nights with only Gandalf for company. Once, Bilbo would have appreciated the solitude, but these days it cut at him like a knife. He missed Bofur’s jokes and Kili’s carefree teasing; Ori’s shy conversation and Bombur’s simple meals. When the sun fell, the whisper of Dwalin’s whetstone over his axe did not lull him to sleep, and empty, cold air settled around him where warm bodies once lay.

Maybe he had started the quest a stranger to the dwarves, but by its end, bonds tighter than any he had ever known held them together. Without them he felt vulnerable; small, alone and helpless with it.

Absently, he checked his belt for Sting’s presence, as he had every day since he had left the mountain. The sword hung there still, not that he was any better at using it than he had been when Thorin first pressed it into his palms. There had been no time to practice his skills during the winter. He had been too busy helping Thorin hold together the broken bones of his home.

Before that…

The memory of the first few days after the battle assailed him anew, knocking the air from his lungs and shaking his body at its seams. He could not recall those desperate, painful hours without bringing back a flood of fear and despair. It had been a strange time, dream-like, hovering on a precipice of blood and misery.

The ghost of Thorin’s fingers, lax and unresponsive, drifted across his palm. Bilbo had clung to him for more hours than he cared to count, gripping tight as if he alone could anchor him in the living world. Ravages of fever robbed him of clarity, leaving blue eyes glazed and unseeing. Death had been an ever-present spectre in the shabby healing tent, carrying its dirge on the wail of the wind and its chill in the swirls of driving snow.

With a jerk of his head, Bilbo threw his thoughts aside. There was no point in dwelling on the past. Thorin did not lie dying; his sister-sons did not breathe their last. All were well and so they would stay, safe within Erebor’s walls. Besides, he would rather relish the moments that came since, when potential heartbreak had faded to nothing but a nightmare.

How many hours had he spent by the hearth, sitting in a makeshift nest and listening to Thorin speak of his plans to rebuild? That small space had been a haven for them both, neither private nor quiet, but intimate all the same. It was by the gentle balm of those leaping flames that they both began to heal.

It had been like witnessing the thaw, not up there, in the wilds of the north, but here in the Shire, where ice gave way to blossoming snowdrops and hardy evergreens shook snow from their boughs. Thorin glowed with strength, despite his lingering injuries. Determination filled him to the brim, tempered by compassion and dedication for his people: not just the dwarves, but men as well.

How could Bilbo witness that and not lose his heart all over again? Even what happened with the Arkenstone was not enough to smother those emotions. Instead, they lay dormant, only to awaken once more as Thorin came back to himself, more vibrant in Bilbo’s eyes than ever, but just as unobtainable.

‘Foolish hobbit,’ he whispered, chewing on his lip. He may look at Thorin with tenderness in his heart, but Thorin had given him no sign that he shared his affection. At least, not in any way Bilbo could discern. Of course, dwarves probably didn’t play by the same rules of romance as hobbits. Gestures that signified attraction to Shirefolk – such as providing and sharing food – seemed to mean nothing to the Company.

No, when Thorin shared scraps from his plate, he was simply making sure Bilbo had enough to eat from their sparse supplies; nothing more. With his kindness, he offered him a renewal of the tentative friendship they had once shared, and Bilbo would not ruin something so precious with his hopeless pining.

#Bagginshield #The Hobbit #Q&A

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louly-black · 4 years

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The pure grief and anger about the death of thorin oakenshield son of thrain son of thror king under this heck bloody mountain we traveled to for fucking ages opens all cucumber jars of middle earth for me.

#The hobbit #Dwarfes #thorin oakenshield #Thorin #bilbo baggins #im sad okay #i don't even know if this makes sense #but here i am anyway #Sad #And ANGRY #Why he's dead #This can't be it #No #i do not accept this #Bye #He lives happily ever after #With his hobbit boyfriend #thank you very much

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maaaddiexo · 3 years

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Birthday Encounters | Legolas Greenleaf

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Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x fem!reader

“Aragorn!”

Strong arms wrapped around her waist as her friend of countless years lifted her and spun her in circles.

“Y/N! It has been far too long.” The King placed Y/N back on her feet in his home.

Y/N nodded. “I agree. Thank you for the invitation.”

Aragorn gave Y/N a kind smile and gestured for them to walk. “Of course. How have you been?”

Y/N smiled. “Good. I have been helping the Ents repair their land since Saruman’s destruction of Fangorn Forest. Did you get my wedding present? I heard Arwen enjoyed jewelry-making in her spare time.”

Aragorn smiled. “Yes, she loves it.” He was upset Y/N could not make their wedding and considered postponing it just so that she could attend. But being so ill, they had no idea when she would be well enough to attend. “What else have you been doing?”

Y/N shook her head. “Traveling. Relaxing. You know that fight took more out of me than I ever got back.”

Aragorn nodded. “Somehow, I always forget you fought in the Battle of the Five Armies all those years ago. Perhaps because you never speak of it.”

Y/N smiled sadly. “Well, there’s nothing good to speak of. Perhaps if there was, I would talk more of it.”

Aragorn frowned. “Sorry. I did not mean to upset you.”

Y/N looked over the balcony they had stopped at, seeing Arwen talking to two elves she did not recognize. Not that she knew many to begin with. “It’s alright.”

“Come, Lady Y/N. I am sure you’ve missed Arwen.”

As they descended the stairs, Y/N said, “I’m not a Lady. You know that.”

“You are in my eyes. But don’t let Arwen hear that.”

Y/N laughed as they reached the bottom of the stairs, catching the attention of Aragorn’s wife, Arwen.

“Y/N!” The elf exclaimed happily, reaching forward to grab her arms. The woman had become used to the customs of men and women while married to Aragorn and moved to hug Y/N, a custom most elves did not engage in. As Arwen had put it years ago, elves did not like to touch people they were not close to.

“Arwen! I have missed you, my friend.”

Arwen, who looked like she had not aged a day, smiled in agreement. “The last time I saw you-”

“I looked horrible,” Y/N laughed. “Hopefully, I look much better now.”

Arwen smiled. “Much better.”

“Arwen? Are you not going to introduce us to your friend?” The two elves waited expectantly behind the dark-haired elf. Both were fair-skinned with braided silver hair. The one who spoken was a young girl, though it was hard to tell just how old she was.

Arwen smiled. “This is Y/N. She and Aragorn met when Sauron tried to regain power. She has been a friend ever since.”

The two elves gave short bows. “And this is Selina and Legolas. Sindar elves.”

Mirkwood elves, Y/N realized. And the name Legolas rang a bell. “You are the son of Thranduil.”

Legolas nodded but displayed a slightly sour face. “And Seline is my guard. She goes wherever I go and has become quite a close companion to Arwen and Aragorn.”

Y/N smiled at Seline, who did not talk much. Both were ethereal in their elven beauty, practically glowing. Y/N felt ugly in their presence – but that was what most non-elves felt. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“I assume Aragorn’s birthday brings you here as well?”

Y/N nodded. “Considering I missed their wedding, it was the least I could do.”

Aragorn sighed. “For the last time, we do not blame you. You made great sacrifices on the Lonely Mountain. It is not your fault you get sick often.”

Y/N looked away in shame.

“Oh, leave her be, Aragorn. You know how stubborn she can be. More stubborn than that red-bearded friend of yours, Gimli.”

“Seline!” A small girl appeared from the west hall, reaching the she-elf’s waist. “You’re back!”

The elf smiled and bent down, whispering something in the little girl’s ear before being towed down the hall to an unknown location. The little girl barely dodged the incoming servant, dressed in purple and gold thread.

“My Lord and Lady, the advisors need to speak with you. Urgently.”

Aragorn sighed and reached for his love. “We will be right there. Y/N? Do you mind showing Legolas around? He has not visited since the attack.”

Y/N chanced a glance at the elven prince before nodding. “Of course. Does that include the wine cellar?”

Aragorn playfully flicked his friend’s nose. “You stay out of there. You drink like a dwarf.”

“I take that as a compliment!” Y/N yelled as the duo followed after the servant. Once they were out of sight and earshot, she turned to Legolas. “Shall we start at the wine cellar?”

•••

“And that’s it,” Y/N said, stopping where they had started. She hid her pain well, casually leaning against a stone pillar to relieve some of the pressure in her lungs.

“They have expanded since I was last here,” Legolas mused, taking in the almost-elvish architecture. Then again, Aragorn had spent a lot of his live in Rivendell. Legolas looked back at Y/N, who seemed to have trouble breathing. Her chest expanded roughly, stuttering as her eyes watered. “Are you alright, My Lady?”

Y/N forced a laugh. “Why does everyone call me that? I’m not a Lady.”

“You look like one.” Legolas looked an elf caught off guard, which was a rare thing to behold. His fair cheeks flushed slightly and he looked away momentarily before speaking again, this time much faster. “You seem to have trouble breathing.”

Y/N waved him off. “It’s nothing, really. It’ll pass soon enough.”

“What is ‘it’?”

Y/N sighed. “A long time ago, I used to live in Lake-town. I lived there when Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo Baggins woke the dragon, Smaug, and he burned my home. The smoke damaged my lungs. I have struggled to breathe since but exercise makes it worse. I don’t expect an elf like you to understand. I know your kind never tires.”

Legolas squinted at Y/N. Her ears were round and her skin was not flawless but…there was something about her. The way she carried herself. “You have elven blood in you.”

Y/N was surprised. Most people didn’t notice the drop of elf in her. “Yes. One of ancestors was elvish. Though, I inherited nothing but prolonged aging and the ability to jump.”

Legolas felt himself smile at the news. There were few of his kin left in Middle-Earth. And halfling or not, she counted.

“Do you know any elvish?”

Y/N shook her head, still trying to catch her breath and stay the pain deep in her lungs. “No. Aragorn tried to teach me but it just doesn’t sound-” Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence, interrupted by a coughing fit. She bent over the railing, coughing and trying to catch her breath. Something touched her back – Legolas, she realized. She waved him off. “Just give me a moment. This damned corset makes matters so much worse.”

“Corset?”

Y/N nodded and something was brought to her lips. Legolas’ waterjug. She drank eagerly until the rough burn in her throat was soothed. “Thank you. And, yes. My mother insisted I wear a corset because it is what women do these days.” Y/N harrumphed at that and Legolas laughed.

“Is your mother here?”

“No, she stayed with my father back home to work on our farm.”

“Then why not loosen it? Or lose it entirely?”

“You make it sound like disobeying a parent’s order is easy.”

“I know for a fact that it isn’t,” Legolas said firmly. “But doing what you desire is freeing. Even if it means just losing a corset.”

“Legolas! Y/N!” Aragorn and Arwen appeared at the end of the hallway before Y/N could say anything. “Dinner is in an hour.”

Y/N smiled and Arwen moved forward. “Let’s get you changed, my friend.”

Y/N let herself be dragged off to her friend’s chambers where Arwen searched through the wardrobe, stopping on a pale blue dress with an attached cape and gold ringlets at the shoulders.

“Perfect.”

Arwen braided Y/N’s hair in a signature elvish braid, pulling it back to reveal her perfectly round ears. “I sense Aragorn and I interrupted something between you and Legolas back in the main entryway.”

Y/N shook her head softly. “He just said something, is all.”

“You’ve got the furrow in your brow you always get when you think too hard. Did his words bother you? He is from Mirkwood. They don’t have the best manners.”

“No, not at all,” Y/N assured as they moved to the door. It was almost time for the birthday feast to begin. “He just said something…eye-opening.”

“An elf? Saying something wise? How odd.”

Y/N laughed as they approached the garden. Legolas, Seline, Aragorn, and red-bearded dwarf were waiting for them. The human and two elves had changed, and Aragorn now wore his signature crown. He looked like a king. Arwen left Y/N’s side to join her husband’s.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just your wife finally grasping human humour. She’s become quite good at it.”

Aragorn rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me. Y/N, this is Gimli. I’ve told you about him.”

Y/N curtsied. “I have heard plenty about you. Pleasure to finally meet you.”

Gimli touched his heart like an elf would. “The pleasure is all mine, Milady.”

“Why do people keep saying that?”

Gimli stuttered. He was expecting a thank you, not an argument. “W-well…you look like a princess.”

Y/N glanced at Legolas from the corner of her eye in amusement. He was already staring at her. “People keep saying that too.”

Aragorn chuckled and the two humans shared a look. The other four looked between the two humans as their eyebrows furrowed and raised and, finally, Y/N stuck out her tongue childishly.

“Something is happening that I do not understand,” Gimli finally said.

Legolas, who did not take his eyes off the two, said, “Me neither.”

“Shall we go in?” Aragorn said. “The little ones are already inside.”

“You mean the Hobbits you always talk about in your letters? Y/N asked eagerly.

Aragorn chuckled. “Yes. I will introduce you.”

“May I escort you to our table’ Milady?”

Y/N smiled at Gimli and nodded, slipping her hand around his upper bicep. Legolas and Seline followed behind them. The vines parted to reveal a garden from a fairytale. People were chatting loudly and small children ran around their parents’ feet. Ahead, four small men were already seated at the head table and turned to see them arrive.

“Legolas! Gimli!”

Y/N moved away so that the six could rejoice, looking for her place at the table. Her name was written in beautiful Elven cursive and knew Arwen had written it. Her name was between Legolas’ and Aragorn’s and she felt comfort in that. Though she wasn’t sure why Legolas’ proximity had an effect on her. Y/N moved to walk around the garden, examining all the details that had been considered for Aragorn’s ninetieth birthday.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Y/N turned to see Legolas had approached her. She was standing by the wall of well-wishes, where guests wrote notes for the birthday boy.

“Yes. Arwen did a wonderful job of combining both human and Elvish customs. I’m sure Aragorn will be quite overjoyed when they finally come in.”

“May I escort you back to our table?”

Y/N stared at Legolas’ outreached arm, waiting for her take it as she took Gimli’s. “I was under the impression that Elves did not touch people outside their loved ones?”

“You are correct,” Legolas smiled humbly. “But humans do. Besides, I spent plenty of time with the Hobbits, Gimli, and Aragorn while fighting Sauron. I do not stick as strictly to Elven customs as I once did.”

Y/N smiled. “In that case,” she wrapped her arm around Legolas’ bicep. “I would love to be escorted. Perhaps…we could dance later too?”

“Mirkwood elves don’t really dance,” Legolas admitted. “But a few years back Gimli introduced me to drinking games. I’m quite good at those.”

Y/N laughed. “I’ll take your word for it and pass on that offer. I’ve heard elves cheat at them. But we could sit and talk.” They were at the table now. “Arwen and Aragorn have told me all about Rivendell but I know very little of Mirkwood.”

Legolas bowed. “You have an accord.”

The night was filled with laughter, spilt ale, and dancing. Pippin and Merry had been up on a random table for the past thirty minutes, singing as their mugs of ale were continuously filled.

Nyx’s stomach hurt from laughing so long and hard and was grateful her dress didn’t have a corset. Her lungs began to ache and she reached for a goblet of water in hopes of staying the oncoming coughing fit.

“You should try marshmallow root,” said Legolas suddenly. He and Y/N were the only two at the table, retelling stories of their past and laughing at their friends. “It will not heal your lungs, but it will soothe your throat.”

“Does nothing get past your eyes?”

“Well,” Legolas smiled. “Elves do have excellent eyesight.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I see you’re catching on to human humour as well. Do you know any jokes of ours?”

Legolas smiled. “Gimli once told me one. Are you ready? Okay. What hangs at a man’s thigh and wants to poke the hole it’s poked before? And I’ll give you a hint. It is not what you think it is.”

Y/N squinted. “It’s a dwarf joke? The answer must be inappropriate somehow.”

“I can assure you it is not.”

“What is it then?”

“A key.”

Y/N laughed, though she found it be less funny and more of a riddle. She did not want to hurt Legolas’ feelings.

“Now tell me something about your culture. Humans never cease to amaze me.”

“What do you want to know?”

“You commented on how elves treat loved ones. I know Aragorn is human but he was raised in Rivendell. What are your customs?”

“My father always kisses my mother on the cheek. And whenever either of them leaves the house, they tell the other they love them. And my mother often falls asleep on my father in sitting room when he reads.”

“Was he boring?”

“What?”

“She fell asleep on him when he read. Was he boring?”

Y/N laughed. “No, not at all. He was very good at telling stories, actually. And my mother always says that falling asleep on his shoulder is when she gets the best sleep. Because she’s close to him.”

“How is that comfortable? How does that even work?” Legolas laughed. Y/N could see he was trying to imagine it in his head.

“Like this.” Carefully, so as not to cross too many of Legolas’ boundaries, she moved closer to Legolas and slouched in her seat, gently resting her head on his shoulder. “And my father would read chapter after chapter. Tell story after story. And my mother would fall asleep on his shoulder and I would fall asleep in front of the fireplace.”

Legolas smiled, watching his friends dance together as a beautiful girl rested on his shoulder. “I understand now. This is nice.”

“So nice I may not move,” Y/N joked.

Legolas touched Y/N’s hand beneath the round table. “So don’t.”

#romance #love #legolas #legolas imagine #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagine #orlando bloom #orlando #bloom #orlando bloom imagine

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kumqu4t · 3 years

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In (Gold) Sickness and In Health

Pairing: Human Female!Reader/Thorin

Request: @anjhope1 requested a human reader with Thorin for the prompt: “I’m done. We’re done.”

Brief Summary: After the Battle of the Five Armies and Thorin’s actions under the Gold Sickness, you wonder if things between you and Thorin will ever be repaired.

Warnings: Violence and injuries

A/N: Gold sick Thorin is a gold mine (pun intended) for angst. Thanks to @anjhope1 for being so so patient and kind!!! I’ve never really written anything other than headcannons and I really enjoyed this!! I have a long list of fic ideas that I hope to write after school ends and this really got the ball rolling! :D

@fromthedeskoftheraven (who inspired me to actually start writing <333)

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“Thorin?” You called into the seemingly empty castle. Your voice echoed hauntingly. No response. You turned the corner and ventured into the treasury, though a part of you hoped you would not find him there. It was the only place he ever seemed to be, and not for good reason. You followed the sound of digging and hushed whispers. There you found Thorin talking to himself in furious murmurs, his voice tinged with hysteria. He seemed to be digging through the millions of glimmering treasures, bringing each item close to his face for a thorough inspection, and then scoffing angrily and throwing it over his shoulder at the discovery that it was not, in fact, the Arkenstone. You approached him quietly, gnawing on your bottom lip worriedly. You were soon only a few steps behind him, his back to you, yet he made no notice of you.

“Thorin?” He didn’t even flinch. You, about fed up with all of this, put your hand on one of his shoulders and lightly shook it. He whirled around instantly, a mad expression on his face that only eased slightly when he saw you.

“Ah, (Y/n). How have you been?” He asked absentmindedly, his gaze still stuck on the gem in his hand.

“Well, I’ve been better I suppose. Things are not looking good out there Thorin. I worry.” You made sure to keep your voice as non-confrontational as possible, because if you were being honest, you were a bit afraid of Thorin at the moment. You weren’t sure if you even recognized the dwarf in front of you. He finally raised his eyes to look at you. His lips curved into a slightly mad smile, one that showed altogether too many teeth. “You have nothing to worry about, my love. Once I have the Arkenstone, everything will be taken care of. The world will finally put itself to rights.” His eyes seemed to reflect the very gold covering the floor. You frowned at this response.

“Thorin, I know finding the Arkenstone is important to you, but I don’t know if it is the… greatest concern at the moment. The people of Laketown need our assistance, and there is talk of an orcish army heading our way.” Thorin’s head snapped up, and he took an intimidating step forward. You were almost nose to nose.

“Finding the Arkenstone is my one and only concern, as it should be yours,” he snarled. “Are you not on my side? Do you not want to see me as King?” You took a tentative step back.

“Of course I’m on your side, Thorin. I only want what is best for you.” Your voice turned stern. “But a King should be generous and fair, should know when to help others.

“A King,” he growled, “is measured only by the amount of wealth he has. If I don’t have the Arkenstone, I have nothing but these pathetic jewels.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your stomach churned at hearing the words he spoke. This was not Thorin. The man you knew and loved, who once spoke so passionately of honor and loyalty. Your sadness and grief were soon overpowered by anger. Not only does he speak such horrid, greedy words, but he would dare be so dismissive and uncaring towards his own beloved?

“You have nothing?” You asked in disbelief, your voice hard. “What about me? Your wife, remember? What do I mean to you? We have spent almost no time with each other since Laketown, I am surprised you even remember my name,” you said bitterly. Thorin’s eyes seemed to lighten a few shades. But it was still not your Thorin. And his next words only proved that.

“I have not forgotten about you amralime. I will have you. Seated on a throne next to mine. Adorned in precious jewels and fine cloths. My most prized possession.”

You suddenly lost all of your fear. Fists clenched tight at your sides, you spat out, “I am not a thing to be had! I am my own person.”

“You are my wife!” He roared back, “You will do as I say, and you will like it!” Your lip curled in disgust and dismay at this.

“Is that really what you think marriage means?!” Your tone, while still angry, held a hint of desperation, as if you were hoping Thorin would apologize for whatever sick joke this seemed to be. But alas, that did not happen. He only stayed silent, his eyes unfocused. Whatever clarity they had gained earlier had once again vanished.

The harsh silence created a lump in your throat. You swallowed once, and in a shaky voice said, “Well, then. I am afraid I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know who I am looking at. Who even are you? This is not the Thorin I know and love, not the Thorin I married!”

His mouth opened in outrage, prepared to no doubt yell back, but you continued before he could get a word in. “You know what? I can’t do this anymore,” you started. You grabbed your marriage bead- elegantly and thoughtfully crafted by Thorin, and once so tenderly braided into your hair- and harshly ripped it out. You definitely pulled out quite a few hairs along with it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

You curled your shaking hand around the small bead, and spoke. “I’m done. We’re done.” In a fit of intense anger and disappointment, you chucked your bead straight at Thorin’s head. You instantly ran as fast as you could in the opposite direction, fearing his reaction. You figured he did not see that coming, and was frozen in shock and confusion for a moment.

As you sprinted down the vast empty hallways, you heard Thorin’s enraged roar in the distance. You ran and ran and ran. You quickly gathered your belongings when you passed the room you had been staying in, and made your way out of the mountain. You said goodbye to none of the company. You ran and you didn’t look back. You squinted your eyes, trying to find your way in what was left of the daylight.

Tears ran in rivers down your face, and they didn’t stop. Not when you found Bard in Laketown. Not when you reunited with Bilbo and approved his plan. Not when you came across a small room to spend the night in.

You slid down the wall of the room, sobs tearing at your throat, as you looked at the split pieces of hair that once secured your marriage bead. How could everything have gone so wrong so fast? Smaug was dead. The mountain was reclaimed. Everything was supposed to be back to normal. You were supposed to be living happily in Erebor with Thorin.

But you weren’t.

You screamed into the night, “Why? Why?” Why did things have to happen like this? Why did Thorin have to be struck with the Gold Sickness after everything he had been through? Why did you two not gain happiness and peace? Did you not deserve that?

There was no answer. The universe was silent.

You were not only angry with Thorin. You were angry at yourself. Were you a coward for reacting the way you did? Did you give up too easily, running right when things got hard? Maybe you were a coward, but you simply couldn’t stand to see Thorin like that any longer. It made you sick to your stomach and tore at your heart.

With a wet laugh, you thought back to your wedding, which took place only about a month earlier. It is odd how things can change so much in so little time. That day had been the happiest of your life. Now here you were, at your lowest, with not even your husband to comfort you.

The company had been staying in Laketown for the time being. After a much needed relaxing night (free of the stress of orc attacks), you awoke blearily to Thorin’s smiling face. His rough hands tenderly cradled your face.

“Will you marry me?” He asked it in such a soft tone, and you were still so tired, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a strange, albeit wonderful, dream. After clarification that it was not, in fact, a dream, and a discussion with Thorin, you two decided to get married that very night. After all, you two were each other’s Ones. Why should you not? You were crazy in love, and you two hadn’t known contentment like you did during this resting period of the quest. There was also the lingering fear that one, or both of you wouldn’t survive for much longer.

After your affirmative response to Thorin’s question, tears of joy were shed by both of you. That day was full of warm, fuzzy feelings (and frantic planning by Dori and Balin, who despite being quite pleased with the decision, were extremely frazzled with the short amount of time left to prepare). You didn’t have an expensive, ornate dress (you borrowed one of Sigrid’s). There wasn’t a huge crowd. Just the company (plus Sigrid, Tilda, and Bain- Sigrid and Tilda because they wanted to experience the romantic declaration of love and commitment, and Bain because, in his words, his sisters “forced him to come”).

But it was perfect. It was all you could have wanted. Kíli, ever the jokester, insisted on being the “flower girl.” Fíli was the bead bearer (like a ring bearer, but with beads, because you and Thorin wanted to do it the dwarrow way). Balin was the justice of the peace. Bombur made a wonderful cake, especially considering the lack of resources.

It was a magical day. Your wildest dream had finally become a reality.

You remembered the vows from your wedding. You remembered the promise you made on that day. ‘For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.’ You couldn’t help but snort at the unfortunate irony of that.

You wondered what Thorin was thinking right now. Was the gold sickness still plaguing his mind? Or was he too thinking back to your wedding day, to the broken promises left between you two?

You crawled into bed and tried to calm your thoughts, to no avail. You laid your head on the flat pillow, feeling oddly numb. You let your eyes flutter shut, a lone tear escaping to trail down your now puffy face.

No sleep was had that night.

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Around you, the battlefield raged. You had arisen early in the morning, for the orcish army was no longer just a rumor, but a promise. A promise of war. The knowledge of the bloodshed the future held electrified you, helping you to use your fear and anger to aid your fight. You wielded your sword with ferocity and confidence, a scowl on your face as you quickly swiped at the blood that dribbled down the side of your face. Your head swiveled at every sound as you frantically looked to see if you recognized any faces around you.

You plunged your sword into an approaching orc, making a face at the horrid squelch it produced as you pulled out your blade. You ran across the battlefield, swiftly killing any orcs that dared get in your way.

What you saw in the far distance, through squinted eyes, made your heart drop into your stomach.

You saw Thorin, fighting Azog on the ice.

You watched as the pale orc fell off of the chunk of ice he stood on, and into the murky abyss. You prayed to all of the Valar that he was dead. But fate was not on your side. You watched in horror as a knife plunged upwards from below the ice and impaled Thorin’s right foot.

You heard his guttural roar of pain, and your body moved into action. You ran as fast as you could, your chest and legs burning. But you were still too far away. Everything now seemed to be happening in slow motion. You could still hear the echo of Thorin’s cry in your head.

Suddenly, Azog jumped out of the water and landed on his feet. Thorin was on his back blocking each strike from Azog to the best of his ability. All that you heard was the sharp clang of metal against metal and your own blood roaring in your ears.

You felt something harden within you. You were no longer afraid. You had only one job, and that was to save Thorin. Azog’s blade was now only inches away from Thorin’s chest. Thorin grit his teeth and gasped deeply, using every bit of his strength in an effort to block the attack.

You were sprinting straight towards Azog’s back. You had absolutely no plan. Common sense and battle strategy had officially left the building. Yet your rage towards Azog, who had already taken so much from Thorin, fueled your fight.

You propelled yourself up, in a strange burst of strength, and clawed your way up Azog’s back, clinging to him. He grunted and twisted his head around. But before he could do anything more, you drove your sword into his back with all of your might.

Azog’s roar seemed to shake the very ground he stood on. Your hands, slick with sweat, burned as they tightly grasped the hilt of your sword. Your heart sped up as you tried to pull your weapon out to strike once again, but it was stuck. Azog turned, his face now pulled into a sickly sneer, and he slashed at your shoulder with his sword. You hissed in pain, and jerked yourself away. You saw Thorin breathing deeply and attempting to get up out of the corner of your eye.

Go, you screamed at him in your head. Go, my love. Leave and get to safety.

Seeing Thorin in pain, thanks to Azog, filled you with a boiling rage. It filled you up from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head- a fiery, molten lava swirling inside of you.

Your lips twisted into a ferocious snarl as your hands tightened on the hilt of your sword. You twisted the sword further into Azog’s wound, plunging it deeper into his mangled flesh. As you twisted one last time, you pulled it out with a hard gasp. Azog’s stinking, black blood splattered your neck and arms.

You still clung to the pale orc’s back and shoulders, your nails digging into his scarred skin. He thrashed and blindly slashed at you, but you held tight still. You kept your mind sharp, blocking and ducking to avoid his stabs. Reaching your hand into your bloodstained tunic, you hurriedly patted yourself down, frantically searching, until your hand was greeted by your hidden blade.

You grabbed the hilt of the sharp knife and whipped it out. You positioned yourself so that your feet were pressing into Azog’s back. You drew your arm back and threw the blade, with masterful precision, into the back of Azog’s neck. He roared once again, his head spasming, and made to grab you.

Unfortunately, this time, you were unable to avoid his grasp. His sharp nails dug into your neck as he grabbed you and pulled your body off of his back. He held you in front of him with only his right hand, the blade at the end of his metal arm pointed at your throat. You felt the pressure building on your throat, and a low buzzing noise started to take over. The blade dug painfully into your flesh, and you felt it begin to break the skin. All of your previous confidence had vanished. You were now at the mercy of the pale orc.

Azog gave a sickening smile, his pointed teeth glistening with blood. He issued a raspy chuckle that chilled you to your core. Time seemed to slow down once again as he drove the blade of his arm into your side. You gave a sharp intake of breath, as if you could not fathom what was happening, before you let loose an ear-splitting yell of pain. Your voice crumbled and cracked as you screamed until your vocal cords were weak. In the back of your subconscious, you registered a voice, desperately screaming your name. You struggled uselessly, trying to escape the pain. The blade felt hot, as if your insides were being lit on fire and seared open. You wondered for a moment why he did not completely skewer you, and quickly rid himself of your bothersome presence, until it hit you. He wanted your death to be agonizing. Slow and painful. You felt the blade being slowly pushed deeper in, creating a sickening puncturing sensation, and you could do nothing. It must have been almost halfway through you at this point. He tightened his other hand around your throat, and you saw spots floating at the edges of your line of vision.

You were dancing at the edge of oblivion, barely holding onto consciousness, when you felt your hand which dangled at your side, still clutching your sword. A glimmer of hope sparked inside you. With a guttural cry of pain, you used your last bit of strength. Your arm elongated at your side and rose before you swiftly cleaved Azog’s head from his shoulders. Your face was promptly sprayed with his blood and innards, before his hold on your neck loosened, his grasp slack. His severed head hit the ground with a satisfying klunk, his eyes glazed over. His body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, bringing you down with him.

You gave a low groan of pain at the impact. Azog’s arm, still impaled in the side of your torso, left the two of you attached. You slowly took your sword, whimpering softly at the painful stretching the motion caused, and sawed off the small bit of flesh that attatched the metalwork to his body. You were left sitting on the ice, a blade sticking out of you, as a ringing filled your ears. You heard your name being called, and a blurry figure made its way into your field of vision. You squinted your eyes, trying to see who it was. Once your vision cleared, you breathed a shaky sigh of relief.

Thorin was here.

He hobbled over to you, his wounded foot dragging behind him. He lowered himself to the ice slowly. He looked at you with such sorrow as he scooted closer and cupped your face. His warm hands grounded you to reality. You felt every callous on them as he softly ran his fingers along the sides of your face, his touch only a whisper.

“Ghivashel,” he started, his voice cracking. “I-

“No,” you interrupted, your voice hoarse from the abuse it had endured. You gave a pathetic cough and said once more in a slightly stronger voice, “No. Not right now.”

Tears ran down his face, their clean tracks a stark contrast to the dirtied skin it ran down. “I am so sorry. So very sorry. I cannot even begin to apologize for all I have-“

You reached forward and put your finger against Thorin’s lips. You gave a soft smile. “I know,” you replied. You brushed his hair out of his face gently. “We have much to discuss. Many things have been left unsaid.” You gazed into his warm blue eyes, “But right now, just be here. Be here with me, my love.”

Thorin’s lips quivered slightly as he gave a sad smile of agreement. He gently positioned you so that your head was resting in his lap. You gazed up into his face. The soft cloth of his tunic tickled the back of your neck. The warmth of his body was much more comforting compared to the harsh cold of the ice you both lie on. The pain would have been almost unbearable, but Thorin’s presence was like a balm to both your soul and body. He took on a tinge of panic as his eyes locked onto the blade sticking out of your side. Knowing he should not simply pull the weapon out, he quickly tore fabric from his body and wrapped your side with it, securing the sword into place, so it wouldn’t move and cause more damage. You reached out and grasped his hand, your fingers shaking slightly as they ran over his bloodied knuckles.

“Thorin,” you rasped. “You are here.”

“Aye,” he replied softly, his eyes glistening in the light.

“My bead,” you begged. Thorin looked confused for a moment, before understanding lit up his eyes. He pulled out your marriage bead, that you had thrown at him not long ago, from inside his tunic. He had evidently kept it on himself. He took your hair into his hands, and quickly wove a small braid into your hair, placing the bead at the end of it. He moved aside his own hair, showing you his marriage bead that still lie in his own braid. You gave a watery smile as you clutched at his hand.

After a pause, you spoke. “You are mine, and I am yours.”

“Always,” he replied, his voice strong. “My wife,” he added after a moment, the word an unspoken promise. My husband, you thought warmly. He ducked his head down to meet your own, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your lips, his hand cradling the back of your neck. You responded in kind, deepening the kiss. You felt as if the part of yourself that had broken earlier had been sewn back together. You were whole again. You let out a soft sigh of contentment as Thorin pressed his forehead gently to rest on your own, his eyelids fluttering shut in the moment.

The King slid himself down, so that he too was laying down. Your head rested on his chest. His large hand rubbed soothing circles gently on your back as you breathed shakily in and out. You gazed out over the ice and saw eagles flying in the distance. You gave a grin of relief and squeezed Thorin’s hand. Healers were rapidly bustling about, gathering the wounded and tending to them. You had no doubt that you and Thorin would receive the help you required soon.

But for now, you were here. And he was here. You were together at last, once again. Your hands intertwined in each other’s, your head tucked under his chin as he planted soft kisses on your head and murmured soothing words into your hair.

“My King,” you said softly, petting the soft hair of his beard as your hand ran over his jaw.

“My Queen,” he responded, his voice full of emotion, as he pulled you into one more kiss, your bodies melding closer together.

The eagles were coming. And all was well.

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A/N 2: I hope you guys liked that! I am very new to writing, so I know I have lots of room for improvement, but I really enjoyed writing this. By the way, I do not picture Thorin and the reader dying at the end, but it is kind of a vague ending, so if you want to imagine that happening, no problem! (It would be quite tragically romantic, them dying in each other’s arms). Though personally, I like to imagine that they both eventually recover from their injuries and everyone lives happily ever after in Erebor with their beloved King and Queen under the mountain! :)

#erin writes i guess #fanfic #hobbit fanfic #hobbit imagine #thorin/reader #thorin x reader

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for the ask game : bagginshield!

THANK YOU

- when I started shipping it if I did:

Okay so I remember this moment the first time I watched the movie, I had this definite thought "People are so going to ship it", and then I went to see the movie for the second time and it was it for me. It was IT for me.

- my thoughts:

Honestly, out of all the- how to say it. Non canon gay ships, this one is the best. Not only because I love it best, but because it's a definite storyline from start to the end, with idk not really enemies to friends to lovers, with Bilbo growing to respect Thorin and Thorin growing to see Bilbo as the only one he can trust, even amidst dragonsickness.

- What makes me happy about them:

✨ Everything ✨

- What makes me sad about them:

The ending. Thorin did not deserve his death. Bilbo did not deserve to go to his ransacked home only to slowly fall to the same madness Thorin did.

- things done in fanfic that annoys me:

DFP Thorin and UwU soft Bilbo. Have you seen Bilbo? The hobbit never once lost a chance to complain and make his mind known. Bruh.

- things I look for in fanfic:

Everybody lives / Nobody Dies 😈

But also, mutual respect.

- Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

For Bilbo, it's Bofur. For Thorin it's Dwalin.

- My happily ever after for them:

Hey, literally anything where Thorin, Fili and Kili survive is a happily ever after! But yes, Shire AU. But Consort AU is also great. Hitch Hike to Mordor is Also great.

-who is the big spoon/little spoon: Honestly, I think it depends on who needs what ATM. But I do fancy the idea of Thorin letting his stoicism fall down and just need a good hug.

- what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Bickering about inconsequential stuff 😌😌😌

Send me an ask!

#oakenbaggins #bagginshield #thank you!#sansael talks

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Tolkien Secret Santa 2020!!!

Here’s my gift for the 2020 exchange! Happy holiday to y’all ( @officialtolkiensecretsanta ) and a fantastic New Year ! This was written for @stormwarnings uwu I hope you find it cute and funny and that there aren’t many typos on it... I am really bad with the typos. Anyways. Have fun!

Title: In which Thorin learns about Hobbit Christmas

Rating: G

Summary: Decorations up in mid-November, a pantry filled to the brim with food and declaring war on your cousin because of presents? It's the Christmas holiday at the Shire and Thorin wants to know all about it.

Read it under the cut or at AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287660

The hobbits had this thing called Christmas and Thorin was just discovering how much of a big deal it was. Oh, he wasn’t an ignorant old dwarf, thank you very much, he had some idea of what this Christmas holiday was supposed to be. There were feasts, and celebration, and presents, very similar to the dwarven traditions of Yuletide.

All in all, probably not that much of a big deal. Just harmless winter time fun!

Oh, boy, was he wrong.

It was the middle of November. Thorin was happily bouncing young Frodo on his knee and reading him a children’s story. Only five months since he decided to move into the Shire with his dear Bilbo and Frodo already adored him. The young man was nothing but a toddler, but Thorin was terribly blessed at how quickly he managed to charm Bilbo’s nephew. Young hobbits weren’t always fond of his rugged looks, and his beard was always raising suspicion around the Shire. Fortunately to him, Thorin was amazing at making different voices for the characters.

“…and then they lived happily ever after.” Thorin finished the book, making the three-year-old clap his little hands in a mismatched rhythm.

That was when Bilbo dropped a heavy box by his feet, startling both dwarf and hobbit. “Good, you’re done! Frodo, darling, guess what we’ll be doing today?!”

The young toddler stared at him with wide eyes. “Dunno?”

Bilbo smiled and opened the cardboard box. “We will be putting on the Christmas decorations!”

Frodo shrieked and hopped of Thorin’s knee, falling to the ground on his chubby knees and palms. He quicky raised back to his feet and dove inside the cardboard box, pawing at all the colored tinsel. Thorin raised an eyebrow.

“I thought your Yuletide celebration only happened in the end of December.”

“Yes, Thorin, but we start decorating earlier.” Bilbo said as a matter of fact.

“You start decorating in November, then?” He hummed, wondering why bother decorating before Christmas itself was knocking on their door. Wouldn’t they be tired of the decorations by the end of December, when the holiday was due to happen? He did not mention that, though, because both Frodo and Bilbo were happily scavenging inside the wooden box.

He ought to write that down. Get used to the Shire festivities!

And the Shire was boiling with celebration all over the place. Bilbo was consistently sending Thorin to the market to buy more and more food, and even though Thorin had no problem with eating a lot or stocking up food, their pantry was starting to cranky under the weight of all the stuffed hams, salted pork meat, gigantic pumpkins, pots and more pots of honey, a lot of bottles filled with red wine, dark ale and blonde beer. There were also huge blocks of hard cheese, and small blocks of blue cheese pilled on top of each other. Not to mention the vegetables, that, for all Thorin knew, would be stale by the second week of December.

“It’s just in case one of the in-laws drop by and we have to make a quick feast.” Bilbo ushered him off whenever Thorin complained.

“A feast is never quick, Bilbo.” Thorin frowned. In the paper Bilbo had just gave him, there was a small list of items to buy. “Why do we need an entire mutton?”

“Oh, I don’t know, why do we need it?” He placed his hands on his waist, tapping his overly large foot on the wooden floor. “Because it is Christmas!”

If the cranking pantry was worrying Thorin – Frodo can very much be standing under one of the wooden planks when they inevitably break down from the excessive weight! Have you considered that, Bilbo?! – he had not been prepared to deal with the market in the beginning of the third week of December. Not even the halls of Morgoth, during the first age, had been as crowded with mad creatures as that market. Thorin was blessed with height, otherwise he would have been swallowed by the crowd of fussy hobbits.

Patiently, Thorin stood by and waited. Everyone around him was yelling, leaning on the counters and trying to get their goodies first than the others. Fussy hobbits, Thorin thought with a frown. He could be the arsehole and use his louder, deeper voice that compared to theirs was like thunder, but he wanted so much to be a good lover to Bilbo, and he wanted to charm his family. He couldn’t be that guy who went to the market to yell at other people. He couldn’t be that guy.

So, he waited patiently in line and bought all the goodies Bilbo had beautifully written down on his note. Thorin always loved his calligraphy, how he added little dots on top of his letters that more looked like small crystals.

The other thing he learned was that entire feuds were held over not giving a gift to someone during the Christmas week. Not during Christmas day, no, not that. That was too late for hobbits standards. If you actually cared for friends and family, sending presents had to be done till the Christmas eve otherwise you were as good as declaring war on them.

And Bilbo was considering finally declaring war on his cousin, the dreadful Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.

“Is it worth it?” Thorin asked, fixing the golden tinsel that Frodo had ripped from the top of the entrance door. “What is it about the Christmas spirit again?”

“Oh, don’t you even start.” Bilbo tapped his feet. “Every holiday I give her something good. Something made of silver, or perhaps a new embroidered apron. And guess what? The damned woman will still try to abscond with my silverware.”

“Maybe…” Thorin touched his beard. “Maybe you should give her something extremely valuable. You should humble the woman until she is too ashamed and won’t even try to steal anything.”

“Or perhaps I should give her absolute garbage since she will inadvertently pick something else from this very house!”

And Thorin sat back on the armchair, watching as his lover fussed around the house, trying to select whatever piece of trash he could find lying around the house. Frodo appeared a few minutes later, his child-like voice asking what his uncle was looking for. Thorin bent down and picked him up, setting the young hobbit on his knee. “Your uncle is going on a personal vendetta against his cousin Lobelia.”

“What’s vendetta?” Frodo asked.

“Well… it’s when someone does something bad and you decide to do something bed to them as well.” Thorin frowned. Perhaps he shouldn’t be teaching something like that to young Frodo, and shouldn’t be telling the young kid that his uncle was a mean little bastard when he wanted to. “Actually… why don’t we go wrap up the presents and leave your uncle to his own devices?”

Little Frodo happily nodded and followed Thorin to one of the many rooms inside Bag End. Thorin was sure Frodo had quickly forgotten all about ‘vendetta’ when later that week, during the Christmas, he quickly found out just how good the memory and understanding of a three-year-old could be. When Bilbo was, with an overtly sweet smile, delivering his neatly wrapped present to Lobelia, little Frodo asked:

“Is that the vendetta?” While pointing to the colorful present.

“The what?” Lobelia blanched, frowning at the kid.

Bilbo paled. “Now, where did you learn that word?! Little kids really have a fascinating way of learning, don’t they? Frodo, dear, come, let’s get you another cookie in reward for your excellent vocabulary.” Said Bilbo while hiding the present behind his back and taking Frodo by the hand.

“But what about my gift?!” Lobelia asked, still confused by Frodo’s words but greedily staring at where the package had disappeared.

She would, obviously, receive her package later. Not the collection of old toothpicks Bilbo had smugly wrapped up in a big box, but a bottle of old brandy he received from Lord Elrond himself. Next year, perhaps, he would fool Lobelia and give her what she deserved. But the important part about a vendetta was not letting the victim know about it!

Now… Bilbo asked himself while he quickly wrapped up the bottle, where did Frodo learn that word?! It didn’t take Bilbo two seconds to figure out where he learnt that, or, even better, whom he learned it from.

Despite Thorin going on and ruining Bilbo’s marvelous plan of fooling Lobelia without technically declaring Christmas war on her, he couldn’t stay mad at the big oaf of a dwarf he had brought into his home. Their first Christmas together, and Bilbo was immensely appreciative of how much Thorin was trying to learn Hobbit customs and blend in with Bilbo’s gigantic family and never-ending family drama. He already loved Frodo, which covered the essentials, but seeing Thorin learning some of the Shire Christmas carols really warmed up his heart.

And, boy, did he sing them in dwarven fashion, all low notes and rumbling voice?

It was nearly morning when Bag End was finally clear of family members. Frodo was asleep, had been asleep for hours now, and Bilbo was putting the trash out. Thorin was smoking outside, and the Sun was making the sky shine in different colours. It was now light enough to see without the aid of a lamp.

Bilbo sat down next to Thorin. “How was your first Christmas experience?”

Thorin let out the smoke and tapped the pipe down, removing the burnt leaves. “You hobbits take it very seriously. It was enjoyable.”

“Even after all the times I sent you to the market?”

“Even after the multiple lines I had to stand by.” Thorin nodded and smirked. “Now, were you consciously sending me away? I thought you were too busy that you weren’t even noticing that.”

Bilbo snickered. “I wanted to make sure we had everything in case anyone would drop by earlier than the Eve, but, in honesty… I like it. Having this domesticity between us, being able to send the mighty King of Erebor whenever I wish to buy, I don’t know, carrots and salted pork.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, Thorin… this, this thing… it works, doesn’t it? Do you feel like it works? God, am I rambling? Sometimes I get overexcited.”

“It works.” Thorin said, making Bilbo shut up all at once. He leaned down to kiss Bilbo’s curls, the little braids he himself had put there. “I wasn’t sure I could trade rock and stone for sunny meadows and green hills, but it works.”

Bilbo stared at him. From the greying hair at his temples to the sharp tip of his nose. Wow, Bilbo thought, enamored, what a dwarf! He looked around for a second; in the next weeks the Shire would be snowy and wintery, but so far, it was only December. None of them were too fond of snow.

“Next year, maybe, we should go to Erebor. So you can teach me about your holidays.”

“It involves less fussing about unexpected relatives dropping by and more drinking competitions.” Thorin warned.

Bilbo’s nose twitched. “Then you better have some sugar and grease to help me with all that speculative drinking.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

#tss2020 #tolkien secret santa 2020 #bagginshield #the hobbit fanfic #my fanfics #my art #my writing

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Next Caller Pt 16

Morning stop in came again before the next spine tingling show with another stop after where you stole a moment with Balin while his brother and cousin were busy to go over a possible outfit list. Thorin had dropped you off and for some reason couldn’t seem to talk to you again seemingly noticing that you were going off alone together after his assumed welcome into your neighborhood as your date. You had stated he could bring Roac, though by then he had agreed with Dwalin to have him watch his raven to guard against the chance Roac would demand that he stay in your home while you were away. He couldn’t risk leaving your birds bonding unsupervised so that would have to wait until later.

Post show stop to the tea shop you were home again folding your clothes into the medium suitcase. Jeans, shorts for sleeping and t shirts and long sleeved shirts alike to go with Dwalin’s chosen shirt for you the bag was ready after adding basic toiletries and an empty sketch book with writing supplies for that. By the door you left the suitcase and turned your focus to a quick snack to counter the sweets you imagined to eat.

Scrubbing up post explanation as to why you would be gone a few days you simply let the birds relax and set their own schedules while you chose to go and peek in at your turtles currently sunning themselves on the rim of the fountain. A doorbell tore your focus away from the turtles and went to let Thorin in. Through the door he stepped with his gaze dropping to the middle sized suitcase and he asked, “That’s all you’re bringing?”

When his eyes met yours you crossed your arms saying, “Two days. Let’s not forget that my legs don’t reach to Orcarni like yours do. How big is your suitcase?”

“Well, the boys have taken turns hiding in it before.”

“I rest my case.”

“But you need room for souvenirs and such.”

“I have room. Don’t you worry about that.”

To himself he nodded then said, “I should probably take it out then to my car.”

Nipping at his lip he lifted the bag trying not to make a sound at how light it felt to him and made his way back down the walk to his car to add it to his trunk. A bit after four at the check of time you noticed people walking towards the park a call for Belly came with his flight through the house ending with his place on your shoulder planting his feet on your arm in the locking of your door. Out to his car you trotted closing your gate behind you and let out a giggle seeing the hefty black suitcase coated in rams heads you could no doubt work him into if you needed to.

“Don’t laugh, have to be prepared.”

“Not laughing. Come on let’s go get to tasting.”

Excitedly Belly looked around and your apparent fan club took notice that Thorin was here with you. From booth to booth you eyed the clear markers for any common allergens in areas separate and from person to person Belly puffed up excitedly greeting each Raven you passed as you greeted your passing neighbors who all greeted him happily in return. Cards in hand you tasted the offered treats and marked your scores and passed Belly the offered treats for the feathery companions as well he took to squatting on your shoulder using one of his feet to hold to sample and eat at his own pace.

Small talk and conversations circled around the deserts you were trying and still Thorin couldn’t help but grin at this very couply occasion. Together it seemed as if you were getting to know your neighbors, surely enforcing for them at least he would be more present in the future. Grins had eased out and surely ignoring the whispers as to you both being the new faces in town you continued to focus on Belly and Thorin. It had only been over an hour and with a comfy yawn Belly crouched again Lowering to your shoulder dozing off making you lean your head over, “Sleepy Belly?” He nodded and you said, “Alright, guess we can get an early start on the drive over.”

It was as if you both had a child in your care and jointly had taken to choosing his comfort over the needs of others expectations. With score cards turned in and silver coins added to the donation till you made your goodbyes and headed off home with others grinning at the Raven nestling his head under his striped wing clearly full and ready for a nap like many other Ravens who had been up all day being led home as well with keepers ready to return again once the task was done.

Quietly you walked back to your home and Thorin waited by his car allowing you to settle him in on your own. A task taking a few moments to gently cradle the bird encouraging his grip on your shirt to loosen allowing his transfer into his nest. “Love you guys, see you in a couple days alright?”

Kuu came over and pressed his head into your middle extending his wings around your sides as a makeshift hug. “Enjoy your trip. We shall protect our nest.”

Stroking his head you giggled out, “Thank you,” and turned to have the hummingbirds in flight nuzzle against your cheeks wishing you a safe trip.

Turned again you headed back for the door that locked behind you leaving just the sight of Thorin opening your door for you as you came closer. “Thank you.” Lowering into the car you shifted your satchel onto your lap and watched his stroll around the car to get in. Once his door was closed his head turned feeling your gaze on him and before he could as what the problem was you asked, “If I ever did get a car and gave you a lift would you be offended if I opened the door for you like that?”

Instantly a smirk split across his lips and he hummed back starting the engine, “I would be honored. What type of car would you like?”

“Why are you asking like you’re going to buy it for me if I told you?”

“I am not.”

“Sounded like it.”

“Well I am not going to buy you a car.”

“I think I might need that in writing.”

Lowly he chuckled saying, “I doubt I would agree to its validity.” Making you scoff and him to chuckle again. “In all the time you’ve known my family do you really think you could stop us from buying you gifts? We’re givers.”

“Oh ya, house, full paid trip to Rohan, why wouldn’t you think you could just surprise me with a car?”

Thorin glances over at you, “They will not all be extravagant. And honestly Dwalin acted alone in this. I had no idea.”

“Where do they live?” Thorin glances at you again, “Trying to picture what sort of home they would have.”

Thorin chuckled saying, “A Dwobbit home not far from your neighborhood. Maybe fifteen minutes away.”

“And you have a modern flat, I’m guessing Dis and Vili have something extravagant.”

Thorin chuckled to himself, “I always teased it was like the Addams family house, to the point they decorate it up like that on Halloween.”

“I know Mal would want something like that one day. Always talks about it.”

“Hopefully not too soon. Dis and Vili won’t let the boys jump too deep just yet.”

“You don’t think she would like Mal?”

“It’s not that, just the usual protection for their young. Have to follow the courtship rules.”

“Well, she is part Hobbit,”

Making him chuckle again, “I know they’re young and inching towards deeper feelings beyond that burning adoration and her genes would make it harder on both sides to honor tradition. They won’t be unfair to her.”

“Oh I don’t doubt that.”

“Bilbo surely would have been giving her some tips on how to fold into the clan.” You smirked at him and he glanced your way with a smirk of his own, “You’re different. Not everyone gets your treatment.”

“Right, I’m me.” In a move to prop up your foot on the seat you flinched your leg down again.

“Prop your feet up if you like. Get comfy it’s nearly an hour drive.”

“So is this the public airport we’re off to?” You said timidly tucking your legs up to lay sideways in front of you.

“Rohan doesn’t allow private jets to land there. We would have to fly to Gondor and take the train there. Only so much space at their airlines. Have you been?”

“On a private jet? No.”

“Rohan?”

“Um, rode through it on a train once.”

“To Gondor?”

“Yup. You like Gondor?”

“Only been when I was a baby. I assume I had fun.”

“I always assumed traveling as a baby is sort of like traveling drunk in a group of sober friends.” Widely his grin spread at the analogy, “You’re basically helpless and you won’t remember a thing so you just go off of pictures and second hand recounting from the people there. So they could have left you in the hotel for all you know past the pictures and you’d be none the wiser.”

Lowly he chuckled and then asked, “I take it this would be your first time flying post enlistment.”

“Yes. Depending how bumpy it gets I may or may not end up on your lap.”

“Only if I don’t beat you to it and jump in yours.” Making you giggle to yourself and watch the city turn to highway outside the windows. A turn of the knob on the radio had his grin deepening playfully at one of Belly’s travel jams you both hummed and sang along to starting a jumble of tries to do the same on the next bundle of songs you both collectively knew a quarter of the words to.

Lights in the dimming sunlight grew brighter as you eyed the airport signs growing closer together. Two round abouts and a long yielding turn found you in the parking lot for the departure terminals.

Out of the car you hopped drawing out your phone to snap a picture of the bush between his car the one in the row behind that. “What are you doing?”

“We’re parked by the butt bush.”

Deep in his throat a chuckle caught and he asked, “The what?”

On your heel you turned and answered pointing at the bush, “Butt bush, it’s shaped like a butt.”

He turned his head only to laugh out loud turning to the trunk he opened with a hit of the button on his key fob. “Oh that is priceless. I think it’s supposed to be a peach.”

“Huh,” You blurted out, “It’s clearly a butt.”

Again he chuckled, “I can’t deny that, but we’re in peach section of row 5.”

Easily he pulled his monster of a suitcase out and set yours on top of it extending his handle as he did, “I-,”

Playfully grinning at you he said closing the trunk, “I know. But there are unspoken rules.” He said stepping around you locking the car with a hit of the button to walk with you closer to the line of trunks and him near the possible lane for traffic.

“Is this a male female thing?”

Again he chuckled saying, “It’s eve of the crescent moon, no woman carries anything heavy while a male of their acquaintance is nearby.”

“Or?”

He smirked at you, “Or the man is turned into an ass by Mahal and the Dam’s beard grows an inch.”

In a whisper you replied, “But I’m not a Dam.”

“No, but I don’t have boarding papers for livestock.” As if in cue you both turned to the growing argument ending at the bray and shriek from far behind you. A fiery haired Dam stood next to a clearly stunned donkey she touched timidly before patting her chin now coated with an adorably curly riff of hair all along it instead of her usual heavy sideburns and goatee. “See. That’s gonna be an extra few hundred to swap papers and pay for the crate.”

He turned and you stayed there a moment then turned to catch up to him asking, “You weren’t joking! Does he stay a donkey?”

Lowly he chuckled, “No he’ll turn back after the month is out. On the waxing crescent.”

“Any more rules like that I should know about?”

“Well, I can’t have toast for breakfast, anything toasted really, least for tomorrow. After that we’re clear for anything. But if there was more I’d let you know.” He looked you over with a spreading grin at your next glance back, “No rules like that for your kin?”

“Mainly for colored moons or equinoxes.”

“I look forward to hearing about them.”

“What’s he gonna do for work?”

Holding back his chuckle he said, “We have donkey days for Dwarves. But his family will have to send in pictures for proof that no doubt will be posted on some sort of wall at work.” He glances at you again, “It’s the anniversary for when Mahal carried boulders to fashion Yavanna’s private spot’s walls. No one knows what the spot is for, but she wanted that space and he carried stones to aid in protecting her tiny domain. That was when she was cultivating some of her Ents I believe.”

With a grin you replied, “That is sort of sweet, you pay respects to his love for his love, who was at the time creating creatures bent to attack your kin for sacking her trees.”

Lowly chuckling he replied, “There’s a give and a take to every relationship. We’re headstrong so she ensured that we had creatures to check our destructive tendencies when attempting to create.”

“Well said.”

“What Gramps used to say to Gran. She was a Hobbit, and thought he was out of his mind most of the time.”

“Aren’t you?” You teased in a giggle making him chuckle again.

“Absolutely.” Once at the door to the closest guard he nodded his head saying, “Donkey, row 5.”

Huffing in his reach for his radio he nodded his head to you both and said, “We got a donkey in row 5.” Though his eyes flinched back to you and Thorin wondering at the pair of you in his own little distracting game to get him through his shifts. From his inner jacket pocket Thorin pulled out the tickets and handed you yours humming out, “I just have to check my bag and we should be able to carry yours on.”

With a grin you approached the counter on your tip toes handing the ticket to the Dwarf trying not to take too much amusement at your struggle as you signed in and weighed your bag Thorin had set on the scale for you then took off again through his being weighed and tagged. Just over the carry on weight by half a pound Thorin nipped at his lip seeing yours being tagged as well and taking your ticket again you joined Thorin at his side asking on the way to the gate, “Does this mean you have to carry my satchel now?”

With a grin he replied catching your eye easing his hand out over the top of your back guiding you to turn through a lull in the people crossing to later security check points father down the long hall. Into the line you went and he replied, “No, only heavy things.”

In a giggle you said, “If it makes you feel better I think most of the weight was in the case.” Spreading his smirk again.

“Little bit. So, nearly three hours, ready for it?”

“Three hours? Hmm, hope you weren’t wanting a nap,” he looked down at you again after your joint step forward seeing you pull out the book on tea he had given you with a open mouthed grin making him smirk, “Cuz I brought the book and you won’t be sleeping.”

Shaking his head as you put the book away to keep a blush from spreading across his cheeks his focus turned to the line again. Step by step you made your way to the pocket emptying station and tugged up your sleeves easing the strap of your bag off your shoulder readying to add it to the tray Thorin was emptying his pockets into. His phone and wallet settled in next to your bag you set your phone onto in his stroll through the metal detector.

After sliding the tray onto the rolling rack you walked through the archway that beeped making Thorin turn as you flashed a grin to the guard motioning you over for a wave of the wand over you. Curiously Thorin expected maybe your belt or a hidden necklace only to feel his heart skip seeing the wand pause at your belly and in a lift of the base of your maroon sweater a flash of a double belly button piercing had him frozen and the guard inhaling sharply.

Lowly he apologized and you nodded moving over towards Thorin whose mind was reeling at the meaning for you on the piercing. In actuality a marker of reaching womanhood for Elves it held an all too well known meaning for Hobbits sought after by Dwarves, a Lass in search of a husband. More bedfellow really as in they were aiming more for the affectionate and intimate aspects of yearning for a husband, even out of legal wedlock if fated to be that way. Overall it silently claimed an ache for suitors to stake their claims to be weighed as possible husbands to one day father children with.

“Keep forgetting it’ll set it off.”

“Um-,”

Hastily he wet his lips and you said, “Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean what you think it means.” That had his brow inch up, “Means the first to buy me a car gets to take me to wife.” That had his brow inch up a bit more only for you to giggle and say, “Joke.”

The approach of one of the screeners had you stepping closer, “Miss, there was an abnormality in your bag.”

You nodded and neared opening the flap for him and started to empty it into the tray until he saw what it was, your beaded Valar pendant necklace, “Tried wearing it last time I flew and they told me I didn’t have to.”

“Thank you, you’re all clear, have a lovely flight.” You thanked him and filled your bag again shouldering it and lifting your phone as Thorin pocketed his phone and wallet holding both of your tickets and leading the way to your gate.

Stealing a glance up at him you saw the reeling of his inner cogs going that halted as you said, “For Vanyar it’s a mark of our womanhood. There’s a whole ceremony where we make an oath to Yavanna and pierce the mark of our Naneth’s bond.” He glanced down at you, “Where the chord once was.” And he nodded at your grin easing out, “Honor our Naneth and the Mother of living things wife of the Crafter of Earth and all matter. We join their ranks.” After his second nod you said, “But I am part Hobbit as well,” making him glance at you again, “And I know what it means for that part of my kin as well.”

His gaze shifted over your head to one of the men from security behind you who passed by flashing you a wink saying, “Gate 67 if you’ve got a long wait.”

From him to Thorin you looked and smirked saying, “So if you’ve got your resume ready apparently I’m taking interviews. Not likely I’ll be heading to 67,” lowering your voice you said, “Think I smelled store bought chamomile on his breath.”

That had Thorin rolling his eyes and looking forward, but in the steadying of his gaze his heart was still racing through pondering if your teasing was meant to drive him off possibly offering courtship or to goad him on showing he had already gained your comfort by the joking back and forth you always ebbed through. A poke to his side had him look to you again and stop as you asked, “Aren’t we gate 98?” To the tickets in his hand he looked then looked up again and nodded.

“Sorry, sort of, zoned out. Long walk.”

“It’s ok, looks like we’ve got here with a nice cushion time before take off.”

Checking in again allowed you to take your seats and try to coax your grump back out of his shell. Sure enough as you cracked the book open his frame leaned over to peer at the page you were on. Subtly brushing his fingers over yours in a point to a part on the page to clarify what he was speaking on came as a minor test, seeing if you would shy away from his touch or not. Once he had held your hand, while you were being tattooed and it was hardly past comforting you in your moment of pain with only a couple of pokes and a pat on your back to add to the minor contact. Stolen glances to check your expression while he lingered closely only pulling back at the call for people to start boarding. From back to front they loaded on and near to the last people on the curiously packed plane and into the middle seat you lowered beside Thorin at the window seat the flight attendant insisted he stick to instead of swapping with you.

Buckled and settled in you readied for take off seeing Thorin’s fingers clench around his knee. Reaching over you planted your hand on his causing his hand to shift and mold around yours laced around his palm for the pressure building process of reaching your cruising altitude. Safety video and take off demo later the screen switched over signaling that you could all delve into any of the offered channels and in releasing your hand he bent to bring out your bag allowing you to pull out your book and distract you both again. Over your side he loomed and absently tapped his finger to your thigh next to the book between points he was discussing further with you, though the poking got a bit sideways at his hand gripping across your thigh entirely in a sudden jostle.

A shake of your head and pat on his arm had him calming that he hadn’t crossed a line accidentally in the release of it to hover next to your book again that you turned his focus to once again. Another hour flew by as you finished off another section of the book you eased back into your bag he settled under your seat again and bravely took hold of your hand for the landing in a grip that clenched slightly then released in the slow pull up to the extending tunnel leading to your exit gate. Last in you were the first section out and shouldering your bag you felt Thorin’s hand brushing against your back in the walk through the plane so that once in the tunnel he could step out to your side. Settling it on your upper back in the growing crowd as if he thought you might be lost from him if there was no contact.

After the exit gate you saw why. Even as a tiny country this airport was bustling and jam packed and just barely you managed to make it without having to leave Thorin’s side through the tall Men and Elves to the baggage claim. Waiting in line you watched the crowd disperse and were in front for the next layer of luggage to drop. One by one you eyed each then helped Thorin pull his monster bag off the turning belt and easily after he lifted yours and set it on top to begin the final steps of your airport journey to head out to the exit gate. In a line of drivers a clearly familiar driver lowered his sign and popped the trunk as he opened the back seat door nodding his head to you taking hold of your bags. A pat of his hand on your back had Thorin following you into the back seat, on which you settled eyeing the people passing while the trunk was closed and the driver walked around the car to take his own place to start the drive.

From highway to city you took it all in until out into a long stretch of green lit only by the trail of cars heading the same way you wondered just where you were headed until a point from Thorin had you leaning into his side to see what he was trying to show you. A lake fed by a series of dams behind the city of Helm’s Deep built into the wall of a small ring of mountains had your lips parting at the bridges jumping from each tiny island along the way across the vast almost endless lake. Each bridge taking you up in an almost hill allowing for boats to pass under that dipped on each island only to rise up again all the way into a near drawbridge like entrance to the fortress of a city lit to the tiniest out looking ledge on the outer wall.

Paved streets between stone buildings wound until you eyed one of the lavish hotels built in a half circle around the half mountain buried convention center yearly used for secure conventions for several topics and attractions. Under a covered spot at the front door the car stopped and following him you slid out and flashed a quick grin to the doorman who had opened the door for Thorin, who was now near the trunk to claim the bags from the driver he tipped and thanked for the both of you. Behind the burly grump a voice called out, “Oi, Oakenshield! Tiny shop couldn’t fund sending a friend for you this time?”

Without looking he rumbled back, “I have company Talbert.” Walking on to the waiting open doors feeding into the grand lobby that dropped your jaw. Painted roof sections between criss crossing breams in gold lit exquisitely in their drop onto lined pillars feeding into more halls all fed by the same copper, white and black illusioned square marble tiles stretching on to a distant dead end. Taking in the details at his side you mirrored his turn and saw the large copper desk that you steadily stepped closer to while a fluid stream of bellboys led the guests up to their rooms.

By the time it was your turn Talbert had apparently found the line and when you had stepped away to follow the chosen bellboy you heard him comment, “Good on you, Oakenshield. Brought a date to a convention. Should win over points.”

As he chuckled amongst his pair of chosen companions you replied before Thorin could, “I help with advertising for the shop, just so you know Mr Talbert.”

Talbert joked back, “Advertising? It’s the size of a matchbox!”

“An incredibly delicious little matchbox, you should be concerned.” You replied without looking back hearing their muttered conference making Thorin’s smirk deepen on your way to the lift.

Once inside he rumbled back, “Thank you.”

You swatted your hand in the air, “Nah, it is you know, and with the show you have a steady growing customer base. Even if they tend to linger around a bit.”

“You do have a point. We have doubled in refill sales alone.”

At your lingering smirk up at him he asked, “Yes?”

“You’re really not gonna explain?”

“Explain what?”

“Oakenshield?”

“Ah,” he chuckled out and looked to the floor dial rising closer to your floor, “Rugby nickname.”

“Hmm,”

Again he glanced at you, “Hmm?”

“Gonna be hard to get the image of you in a jersey and short shorts out of my head.” His blushing turn of his head to rub the back of his neck had the bellboy biting his lip not to laugh.

“That’s the image you get when you think of rugby?” he rumbled to the wall.

“Might be a bit uncivilized but arms and thighs, on some of the fiercest cuddlers you’ve ever met,” lowly he was chuckling.

“Did you play sports?”

“Tennis and jousting were the go to. I was better at the first. Managed to sneak into some ax throwing too when I was discharged, some of my new Dwarf buddies got me into it.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“They went home, and apparently going weekly to the ax throwing place alone is a bit unsettling for some.”

“Ah, I can bet. There is a place back home if you like, we could pick a day off, all hang out throw some axes.”

“Just be prepared to be smoked,” Making him chuckle again. “And I will warn you I get a bit cocky if I drink you’ll need to hide the axes if I offer to juggle.”

Through another chuckle he said sarcastically, “I can’t imagine you cocky,” earning a sarcastic smirk up at him, “Why would juggling be a bad thing?”

“Because last time I tried to see how long I could juggle, got up to two hours before the owner said he had to shut down for a private party. Could have easily gotten to twelve. Imagined myself a champion juggler when I was little.”

“I’ll have to keep you and the boys from drinking together then, avid jugglers. Kept trying to use knives when they were little, nearly had to have Kili’s finger stitched back on had Mili not caught it when he lost focus. Ten year juggle ban in their house.”

“Must have been painful.”

Thorin chuckled and led the way out on your floor, “You have no idea the hell they put us through until the ban was lifted. Only to remember they weren’t that good to begin with and had to start over again.” He stepped aside as you did to let the bag toting bellboy guide you to your room at the end of the hall.

Unlocking the door he opened for you both to pass through first he said, “Your room, double King with a mini kitchen and all the amenities.” In the middle of the living room while Thorin drew out another loose bill he had slipped into his pocket on the ride over you looked over the cozy half stone half wooden room framed around the flat screen on one wall across from a small dining table. “Now we did receive the call from your business partner to confirm on the restriction of lavender from the couples massage, manicure and pedicure treatment. Thank you.” He said pocketing the bill Thorin had given him.

“Thank you. I take it the dining floor is closed?”

“Yes sir, however room service is open 24 hours feel free to order from any of the offered menus they cover and you can even pre order your breakfast as well if you wish. Would you like turndown service? I could have one of the maids sent in.”

Thorin shook his head, “No thank you.”

Earning a nod from him, “Enjoy your night, Sir, Ma’am.” Turning to head back to the door that locked behind him

Looking around again you said, “Nice place.”

Thorin smirked and offered his hand to you palm up dropping the room packet on the couch closest to him saying, “You haven’t seen the best part.” Settling your hand in his he guided you through to one of the halls you saw the double door bath just before the door to a jaw dropping bedroom with an enchanted glass dome roof completely submerged in water with large fish swimming around the wood floored room.

“We’re under water?”

Thorin chuckled saying, “Between the falls and the dams the hotel thought to include the aquatic life around them. You should see your room.”

Turning around down the same hall to the other end he led the way through a room two thirds stone and wood with a full curved wall revealing its own coral centered aquatic scene. And just the same on your awed stare Thorin stared as the fish did in return to your skin shimmering ever so slightly as your Vanyar kin do when they are feeling sheer joy. Though it lasted just a moment then it stopped again when you noticed Thorin lowering his phone from stealing a picture of you.

“Two can play that game.” You said releasing his hand to pull out your own phone to snap a picture of him then you eyed your phone and asked, “What’s this event called?”

“World Tea Expo ‘43.”

You nodded and switched to your Mafioso social page writing, “So no updates for the Arkenstone this weekend as I am out at the World Tea Expo ‘43. Let’s see if they can keep up with my Mug Dealer. Can’t wait to see all that has been brought out this year.”

Looking at his pinging phone he chuckled out, “You do realize they have no clue who I am past a small group here.”

“Well they’re going to be buzzing about this Mug Dealer all weekend. I’ll make sure of it. And we’ll see just if anyone pays any mind to Mafioso’s postings.”

“It’s going to drive them crazy for who it is. You tagged the event.”

“As it should. Keep them on their toes. We may be small but always mighty. If anything I’ll get a few more chuckles out of you and drive that Talbert up the wall looking to impress the mystery Mafioso.”

In a low chuckle he said, “You and your mysteries.”

“You appreciate my mysteries and you know it.”

Again he chuckled, “Of course I do. I’ll get your bag. You do like that one?”

“Ya, long as there’s no crabs should be fine.”

“Crabs?”

“Ya, they don’t like me. Faced off in Ruun more than once.”

Remaining quiet he nodded and turned unwilling to break out the heavy question of what that place was like for you. Having seen pictures growing up it was hard to imagine any could live there a week let alone your 48 years. Back again he came with your bag after leaving his in his room and he asked with menus in hand, “What would you like to eat?”

Waiting for the food as he flipped through the channels you asked, “Couples massage and a mani-pedi?”

Smirking at you he replied, “It’s supposed to be relaxing on a work trip. We always get it done, if you don’t want to I can cancel.”

You shook your head looking at your nails, “Have to get my nails redone anyways. I suppose I could take advantage of your pre planned pampering, this once.”

Making his smirk deepen. “Glad to hear it.”

With a grin another worker brought up your meal they set out on the table while you untied then removed your shoes to take to your room finding it a bit odd to be on the other end of the service spectrum. And in his leaving you were back taking your seat while Thorin turned the tv on its rotating stand so you could watch the show he had chosen in his loss for small talk at the moment. The quiet was a thing you were both grateful for while your mind reeled as to how the weekend would go completely alone with your grump. There was no risk for him hurting you or crossing any lines but all the same it would be the first time to not have any job or relatives of his to distract you from one another. You supposed it could be a chance in disguise to see just what could possibly grow between you or if the pair of you would remain friends.

“What time are we starting in the morning?”

Thorin, “Breakfast will be here at six and the expo doesn’t officially start until eight. Plenty of time to sleep still.”

You nodded and turned for your room while he turned for his, “Seep tight.”

“Same to you, I know you’ll need it for your mischief.”

Joint sighs behind your closed doors car before wake to your suitcases you opened to start changing into your pajamas and climb into your puffy beds. Yet for all the poof of the comforter you grumbled into your pillow at the absurdly hard mattress and closed your eyes to force yourself to sleep without wasting any time complaining about the bed.

Pt 17

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#Thorin x Reader OC

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bitterestel · 4 years

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The Self Care Tag Game

Tagged by @fromathelastoveritaserum , Thanks, dear! I’ve never done one of these before! :D

Favorite comfort food: chocolate and jalapeno kettle chips

Favorite drink: Mello Yello

Favorite relaxing activity: Playing video games (I’m in between Dragon Age and Mass Effect right now), reading, listening to music, and day dreaming about my fanfiction ideas (sometimes even writing them!)

Favorite fluffy/feel good fic: So I’m a huge sucker for fluff, romance, and good feel vibes along with humor, action, and smut and a touch of angst. I also love seeing character development and a good plot is always nice too. I have many favorites so I’ll choose the top 10 that I’ve found on AO3 and/or FF.net:

Supernatural (Sam/Gabriel) “Learning to Live Again” by MonPetitTresor

Supernatural AU (Dean/Castiel) “Accidental First Date” by Powerfulweak

Mass Effect (Thane/FemShep) “This One’s Heart is Pure” by GarnetSeren

Mass Effect (Garrus/FemShep) “This Is It” by ArtemisFallen

Mass Effect Andromeda (Jaal/Evfra/Sara Ryder) “Mistletoe” by tinyfierce

Sherlock (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson) “Nature and Nurture” by earlgreytea68

Sherlock (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson) “Love Ballads For the Nonbelievers” by sienna

Dragon Age Inquisition (Cullen/Female Lavellan) “Our Happily Ever After” by ariannadi

Dragon Age AU (Alistair/Female Cousland) “Heart-Eyes Emoji” by carouselfancy and Tijgertje

The Hobbit (Thorin/Bilbo) “An Unexpected Addition” by karategal

Favorite calming scent: fresh cut grass and fresh brewed coffee

Favorite white noise: rain and soft thunder

Favorite relaxing (or uplifting) song: Oh boy....well I suppose it would be ‘Thunder’ - Imagine Dragons, ‘Rise’ - State of Mine, ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ - Def Leppard, ‘Flesh’ - Simon Curtis, and ‘Dance With the Dragon’ - Dark Sarah/JP Leppaluoto.

Favorite book to get lost in: Throne of Glass and A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Favorite TV show to chill-out: Rick and Morty, Ghost Adventures, Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, MASH, Futurama, and LetterKenny.

The best advice you’ve ever had: Not really advice but a favorite quote, “I won’t let fear compromise who I am”.

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#about me #about the blogger #fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #Mass Effect #mass effect andromeda #supernatural #the hobbit #sherlock

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loverichardarmitage · 4 years

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Saving you

Thank you for that amazing idea @emilypoole815

Summary: This Story is through out the battle of the five armies. You, Thorin, Fili, Kili and Dwalin are fighting off the orcs on ravenhill when azog appears and starts to attack you. Thorin ends up killing azog and carries your limp Body back to Erebor.

Pair: Thorin x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, death

All of you were Standing on ravenhill searching for azog. He had taunted Thorin in riding up to ravenhill and now you stood with the three durins and one of your best friends on ravenhill when out of nowhere a horde of orcs came running at the five of you. You raised your sword and charged at one of the orcs coming at you. You sliced its head off of his shoulders as you felt another presence behind you. Turning around, you came face to face with the pale orc. The most vile one of his entire race.

He clashed his sword agaisnt yours, driving you backwards more and more until you were separated from your friends and your secret love. You only noticed what azogs intentions were when it already was too late for you to sneak away. ‘ that Little bastard’ you thought to yourself as you kept fighting against this massive foe. Then without you noticing he threw his mace at you and you stumbled backwards through his blow, landing on backside. Azog started to try and hit you with his mace repeatedly. You did not have much time to recover before the next blew came and you quickly grabbed your sword and rolled to the side.

Before Azog could land a blow on you, you quickly stood back up and blocked his mace and made for a run but he grabbed you by the tunic and rammed you into the stonewall right from you. You fell uncoscious and Azog stood above you, grinning down at you devilishly. He successfully managed to separate you from the others as his plan continued on. Now where he had you, he could get Thorin to let his cover down and he could defeat the ing under the mountain, getting his revenge on him. Azog and the others always kept an eye on you, so they noticed the changing in yours and Thorin’ s relationship.

Nobody else had seemed to notice that Thorin developed Feelings for you as you did for him and now he could take this as an advantage. Azog ordered one of his orcs to capture you for he needed you alive. For now...

A few feet away from you the others seemed to notice that you were not with them anymore for they were kept busy by the other orcs. But now they had managed to defeat all of their enemies. Thorin turned around to see that you were not standing behind him like you used to. Fili, Kiliand Dwalin seemed to notice that something was definitely not going the way they wished to. “ Where is (Y/N)" Thorin bellowed. Dwalin shrugged his shoulders and turned around to look for you. Panic began to rose in the four of them.

Then they heard feet movement behind them and Bilbo showed up behind a large rock. He ran to Thorin, Fili, Kili and Dwalin while breathing heavily. He managed to get out a few words, ehcih were difficult to understand through Bilbo’s panting. The Little Hobbit began to calm down slowly before he repeated himself “ Thorin, there are coming a lot more orcs under Bolgs lead. This is a trap. You have to get away from here” shocked expressions formed on their faces before Thorin turned to the others and said: " Alright, Fili Kili you go back down with Bilbo. Dwalin you will stay here with me, I Need you to get (Y/N) back.”

Before Fili or Kili could speak against the uncle and voice their concern Thorin already had made his way over to them before speaking quite softly to them and looking them deep into their eyes “ You have to promise me that you do that, I know you both can fight and that very good, but I could never forgive myself if something happens to you both, knowing that it would be my fault” the two of the slowly nodded resinged, before they followed Bilbo back down.

Thorin and Dwalin took their weapons back in their hands just in time before another Horde of orcs came running their way. Both of them kept fighting bravely but stopped dead in their tracks when they heard an ear piercing scream. Your scream to be exact. Shivers ran down their spines and a bitter frown formed on Thorin’s face as pure rage and hatred rose up inside him. Azog would pay for laying hand on you and Thorin himself would ensure that he swore to himself.

Just then Azog appeared on an outcrop a dvilish smile on his face as he pulled something with him. Or even someone. Thorin’s breath got caught in his throat as he saw and which condtion you were. Dwalin placed his hand on Thorin’s shouder as another scream came from you and Dwalin seethed at Azog who just laughed at the two warriors before him. Your whole body was flayed with stitches and bruises down your arms and over your legs and even in your face.

Thorin seethed with Anger as he saw the fear in your eyes. He wanted nothng more than to kill Azog and hold you in his arms as he spoke soothing words into your ear and now he feared that this would never going to happen again. Yet he swore himself that no one would ever touch you if he could prevent it. He felt like he failed you though even though he knew you would never hold against him for it was not even his fault but yours and yours alone. If would not had charged at Azog all alone this would have never happened in the first place.

Looking deeply into your eyes he made you the silent promise to get you out of that and that he would hold you in his arms again even if it meant that he would die, saving you. You wanted to believe it, yet you doubted that you would live through this and the last thing you wanted was Thorin to die because of your stupidity. Silent tears were falling down your face and it broke Thorin’s heart seeing his love like that. The fear now clearly visible on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks. The next Thing he saw happen was how Azog slammed your body against the rock. A loud crack sounded through the clearing and fresh blood ran down the side of your head and face.

You fell unconscious again and Thorin ran at the smirking Azog before Dwalin could stop his best friends, he instead followed him. Thorin did not know if you were dead or not, he just hoped you were not and with pure hate he and Dwalin killed every orc that stood in his way towards your limp body. He would save you and hold you in his arms again, he tried to calm himself down. Azog stood on the outcrop smirking at the scene in front of him. He could smell Thorin’s angst and anger and it made him feel powerful. That was until he stood eye to eye with Thorin. Thorin charged at Azog and led him away from unconscious Body while Dwaling kept the other orcs occupied so they would not try anything with you.

Thorin and Azog stood on the ice now and they kept charging at each other. Azog swung his mace at Thorin but he crouched away in time before the mace could crush him. The mace came to a stand and Azog could not lift it anymore. Growling he charged at Thorin with his knife arm. This time Thorin smirked at Azog as he ran Forward ducking under Azogs blows and Tackling his enemy to the ground. Then he stabbed his sword into Azogs body. He smirked down at Azogs dead body and pulled orccrist out of Azogs chest. Thorin gave Azog one last glance before running back to dwalin to find him kneeling over your Body and everywhere dead bodies.

Thorin quickly ran over to the both of you and kneeled down beside you as well. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead making Dwalin smile at him before he stood back up and took you into his arms, bridle style. He and Dwalin made their way back downstair, but before Dwalin grabbed both swords and took them with them. Back down where the battle also had stopped and the people who survived stood at the entrance of Erebor where the rest of Thorin’ s Company stood, smiling happily as they saw Thorin and Dwalin alive, but their smiles faltered as they saw your limp Body in his arms.

Thorin quickly shouted for Oin “ Oin come with me please, I Need your help and Balin and Fili I beg you to help the survivors and lead them into the mountain.” Upon hearing that the People of day cheered loudly and Balin, Dain, Thranduil, Gandalf and the rest of the company looked shocked, but after the short shock the half broke out into wide smiles. Thorin ran inside Erebor with Oin and Kili on his heels as Balin and Fili led the People of dale into the safety of the mountain. Finding a chamber Thorin opened the door and went inside before placing you on the bed.

He realized that it was his sisters old room. A small smile formed on his face as he sat next to you on the bed. Oin tried to rush him out but neither Thorin or Kili left the room. Sighing Oin started to tend to your wounds before turning to Thorin, a frown on his face whiespering “ She will always have these scars. They will never fully go away. They will heal with time but they are a part of her now.” Thorin nodded, a frown on his face evident like on his nephews. It made him sad but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had beautiful long ( Y/H/C ) hair. And the most gorgeous (Y/E/C). Thorin smiled to himself and gently stroked his finger over your pale cheek.

Before Oin left he told Thorin: “ Do not worry lad, she will be alright, it just will take a while until she Wakes up, Kili lad, come with me. Lets give those two some alone time, they deserve it” nodding and smiling widely Kili followed Oin outside and back to where the others were now. Shaking his head and fond smile formed on Thorin’s facee as he took your Hand into his and softly guided it to his mouth, where he leaves a kiss on your hands. Slowly Exhaustion took over and consumed Thorin.

The next time he woke up he felt soft fingers gliding through his hair, down his cheeks where the touch lingered for a while, before gliding down to his chest, where now the Hand stayed. Not wanting to wake up yet Thorin tried to turn around but something heavy on his chest stopped him and a giggle. Your giggle. Sitting up quickly he glanced down at you. Smiling up at him you sit up yourself before grabbing his hands. Still not fully believing that you were indeed awake he placed his Hands on your cheeks before realizing that it is really you, he broke out into a wide smile and pulled your small Frame against him and placing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately.

Smiling against his lips you place your Hands on his chest while you return his kiss just as passionately. After kissing for some time he pulled away, but not without leaning his forehead against yours and whispering “ Told you, I would get you out of this monters grib” smiling you nodded before replying “ What happened to him?” “ he is dead, I killed him and now we can live in peace and I can oficially make you mine. I love you Amralime” he whispered before pulling you into another kiss, where you whisper against his lips “ I love you too, my love. Yes, now we can life in peace and be together” At your last word the door slammed open and the whole comapny stood in the doorway with happy smiles on their faces....

To be continued

#RichardArmitage #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader

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fai-marie-521 · 4 years

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An Unexpected Tagalong (P.2)

An Unexpected Tagalong:

(Hiya! This is my first chapter! I’m super excited for this series! If you have questions, suggestions or constructive criticism I would gladly take it. I want to my writing better! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!)

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. Estella Took loved the comfort of her home. The smell, the sounds. But something was always missing. She was a Took after all. She had the need for adventure in her blood. The stories she has read by her fireplace have twisted her mind and she often daydreamed of adventures of her own. Little did she know that on her 35th birthday, she would get exactly what she always dreamed of.

Main Characters: Estella Took, Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins

TW: None, I don’t think

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

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Odd. That is a word that most of the halflings in the Shire would call her. Very, very odd. So it could not be helped that Estella Took was a name that rolled off the tongue of every gossiping hobbit. They found her queer. She wasn't like normal hobbits. The young lass would often be caught daydreaming in the middle of conversations. Estella mostly kept to herself in her home, baking or reading stories of her adventurous ancestors. And when she was out she would always give cookies to the children and tell them stories about far away. "Filling their heads with nonsense," Most Sackville-Baggins' would say. "She should just get out of the Shire if she wants to leave so bad." They'd give her sneers and sideways stares as she sold her pastries in the market. But she would just send them a sweet smile and wave. Though Estella kept to herself, she was a gentle soul. Even to the Sackville-Baggins, who in the opinion of Bilbo Baggins, "Weren't worth the effort." Estella would just laugh off her cousin and continued to be kind to them.

Other than good old Bilbo, Estella didn't have any other close relatives. Her father kept her hidden away for most of the first part of her life. No one even knew she was Isengrim Took III's daughter. One day, on her 18th birthday she appeared out of nowhere. Hobbiton was buzzing with gossip for weeks. She was an unexpected surprise and hobbits weren't fond of the unexpected. The only good thing to come out of the gossip was Estella finally meeting some family members such as her Aunt Belladonna's son, Bilbo Baggins. They've been close ever since they first met. Bilbo and Estella loved each other very much. He helped her get more in touch with society and she helped him keep his fun side. But he'd never show that side to anyone else. Just her. Bilbo couldn't have anyone else know that the Took in him also wanted what Estella wants. Adventure. You can often see the two having tea and sharing laughs outside of Bag End, watching the clouds roll by. Estella always baked Honey Nut Cakes for him and he brought good tea. She would never trade anything for the time she spends with her dear cousin.

Today Estella Took would be 35 years old. Bilbo tried to convince her to have a grand party but Estella never wanted that. The hobbits would all talk about her at her own party. She would rather avoid the glares and nasty words. Estella just wanted to have a nice dinner with Bilbo on a nice quiet night, like they always do for her birthday. Bilbo kept insisting that she deserves something grand for her day but Estella laughed every time, with her brunette locks bouncing. She would hold his hand and say, "To me, dinner with my best friend is grand enough." Bilbo would sigh and smile. Giving up, he planned to make her a fantastic supper.

So the day started like any other for Bilbo Baggins. On the nice, warm morning he sat in front of his hobbit hole huffing on his pipe. While the minutes ticked on by, he would glance over at the hobbit hole beside his own. Waiting for his cousin to walk out and water her many flowers. While waiting for the birthday girl, he inhaled and exhaled smoke rings into the air with his eyes closed and a relaxed smile on his face. The smoke ring that left his lip did not stay a ring for long. It shifted and twisted into a butterfly. The butterfly swooped back toward Bilbo and into his face it went. Bilbo choked on the sudden blast of smoke. He coughed, forcing his eyes open to see a tall silhouette blocking the sun. Bilbo squints his eyes to make out a grey-robed figure with a matching pointy hat. The halfling tilts his head as the man looks down at him.

"...Good Morning." Bilbo says hesitantly.

The man looked down at Bilbo with an amusing gleam in his blue eyes. " What do you mean?" He began to speak, his voice low, almost like thunder rolling in from afar. Bilbo did not understand the question but before he could answer the man in grey, he continued. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

The halfling could not comprehend anything the man just said to him. What an odd guy. He tilted his head, taking the pipe off his lips. "All of them at once, I suppose," Bilbo concludes with a slight shrug. The man stares at the hobbit. His eyes sparkling with wonder. Bilbo shifts uncomfortably on his bench. With a clear of the throat, he gains the courage and asks: "Can I help you?" Good old hobbit hospitality. The man's eyebrows scrunch together.

"That remains to be seen," He answers, stroking his long grey beard. "I'm looking for someone to share an adventure."

Bilbo's eyes widen. He forces a look of disapproval on his face, but he could not lie that he was a tad bit intrigued. " An adventure?" He scoffs. "No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree, would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner!" A lie. He knew two hobbits who would love an adventure. One would happily admit it and the other would not. Bilbo stands on his feet. He retrieves his mail and slowly backs away from the gate. Trying not to be rude but hoping this man would give up and leave. When the man did not say anything, Bilbo clears his throat.

"Now, I have many things to do today so... er... Good Morning." He begins to turn and head into his home. The grey-robed man shakes his head.

"To think that I should have lived to be good- morninged by Belladonna Took's son as if I was selling buttons at the door!"

Bilbo spins around in surprise to face him. "I beg your pardon?"

The man shakes his head once more. "You've changed Bilbo Baggins, and not entirely for the better." Bilbo could have felt offended by this comment but his mind was trying to remember if he knew this tall man.

"Do I know you?"

" Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it," He replies. " I'm Gandalf, and Gandalf means" What does Gandalf mean? "...me!"

Gandalf. Gandalf... "Gandalf?" Bilbo asks aloud. That name does ring a bell in Bilbo's head. Until it hits him. "Not Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks? Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve! Well!" The hobbit scoffs, "I had no idea you were still in business." That came out far too judgemental than he intended it too. Why isn't Estella here to keep him in check, he wondered.

When Gandalf's amusing gaze turned stern, Bilbo shrunk down slightly. "And where else should I be?" Gandalf asked carefully. Bilbo let out a sharp, nervous laugh. He was about to answer until a yell is heard from afar. A sweet, soft yell. "Oh, Bilbo! Good morning!" And there she was, rushing over to Gandalf and Bilbo. He turned his head toward the yell. Estella was all prettied up. She wore a light pink dress with long, white, puffy sleeves. Her hair was braided up, a white ribbon holding it. A basket was on her arm, swaying side to side as she rushed toward her cousin. Gandalf's eyebrow raises at the sudden hobbit. Bilbo was relieved that someone was here to get him out of this mess. "Oh..." Estella squeaks, noticing Gandalf. She looks up at him and then looks to Bilbo. "I am so sorry, did I interrupt something?"

Gandalf gives her a big smile, "Not at all, my lady-" He extends lady, hoping for a name in return. This hobbit was very new to him. She gave him a bright, kind smile. Estella bows her head slightly. "Took. Estella Took."

Gandalf bows his head in return, "Lady Estella." the Grey Wizard announces. Estella heads into the gate to stand by her cousin, who at this point looked very annoyed and confused. In annoyance, he gently grips Estella's wrist with his free hand and drags her toward the front door. Though confused Estella decides to go along with it. Her cousin must have a reason for this behavior. Just before Bilbo opens the door. Gandalf looks at Bilbo and smiles, " I do believe it is decided then. It will be good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others."

"What-" Bilbo gasps, looking back at him. A grip still on Estella, who had a very baffled expression on her soft features. Her chestnut eyes darted back and forth between Gandalf and her cousin. Trying to keep up with the two. Gandalf gives him a mischievous smirk. "Wait! No, no, no! You will not be informing anything to anyone. We do not want adventures here, thank you!" Bilbo tells him. Estella's head perks up at the word and looks at Bilbo with excitement in her eyes but her cousin is too busy trying to get the wizard away for him to notice her expression. " Not today, not... I suggest you try over the hill or...across the water...." He opens his door and quickly rushes Estella inside. He turns back to Gandalf and huffs out one last, "Good morning."

Estella shakes her head. She looks to her cousin. "Bilbo, who was that?" Bilbo throws his pipe and mail onto the nearest surface and pushes Estella against the wall and then proceeds to push himself against the wall beside her. "Bilbo, this is ridico-" Estella begins but is interupted by a hand over her mouth. The girl let out a bothered groan, tapping her feet on the wooden floor beneath her. Both of the halflings grow quiet when a loud scratching noise upon the door is heard. Estella raises a brow. The two glance at each other. Once the scratching stops, Bilbo looks out a small window, praying that Gandalf was gone. His sigh of relief when he doesn't spot the man is premature when his piercing blue eyes stare into the hobbit hole, sending Bilbo backward onto his bottom. Estella raises a hand to her mouth and hurries to help her cousin up. "Ugh," He growls as Estella helps him on his feet.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was that all about?" Estella huffs, setting down the basket of honey nut cakes on the table in the living room.

"I wish I knew," Bilbo admitted. "That Gandalf, wizard.. person just randomly appeared and spouted off about adventures and whatnot."

"Adventures?" Estella grinned. It was a toothy grin. With the added sparkle to her eyes, Bilbo knew what she was thinking.

"So I sent him straight off, no one looking for adventures here." He said. He slightly felt bad when Estella's face fell in disappointment. He knew she always dreamed of such but... it's so dangerous and hobbits do not do danger. Why would they when they have such a safe and comfortable home.

"Well... I suppose you are right... Hobbits don't go on adventures," Estella sighs, mindlessly moving the honey nut cakes in her basket around. "We stay in the Shire."

Bilbo knew she was upset. She at least wanted to know what the adventure was about. A little part of him wished to know too. He decided to take her mind off of it. "Why don't we head down to the market. We have to pick up everything for your birthday supper."

Estella lets out a heartful laugh, "Must we?"

"Of course we must! Tonight is special. You're only 35 once, cousin."

Estella smiles, putting a hand on Bilbo's cheek lovingly. "All too true, my dear." He smiles kindly at her. Her hand falls, "Very well, let us go then. Before I regret it."

"Great!" He says happily. Bilbo extends his arm toward Estella. The girl takes his arm, locking elbows. "We must keep an eye out for that wizard though. I'd rather not run into him again."

"We will," Estella chuckles.

And with that, they were off to the market. Birds were singing all around. The sound of all the hobbits conversing, gossiping, asking for bread, asking about veggies. It was a sweet sound that Estella learned to love. Even if some of the gossip was bad things about her. She loved the Shire. She loved going to the market with Bilbo. But in the back of her brain, she felt the curiosity grow of the adventure Gandalf had mentioned. Goodness, she would kill to know more.

Arms locked, the two-headed to the center of the Market. Estella takes out her arm from Bilbo and smiles, "So, what's the plan?"

"How does fish sound tonight?"

"Mmmmm, with a lemon and fluffy biscuits on the side."

"I'm guessing that's a yes?"

"Yes!"

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birdkeeperklink · 4 years

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Bilbo pls! For the character ask ❤

I LOVE Bilbo, he's my clever handsome hobbit, I'd adopt him as my amazingly cool uncle if I could 🤣❤️

I ship him with Thorin and Thorin only, they're perfect husbands! 😍

Non-romantic OTPs for Bilbo are Dwalin, Balin, Bofur, and Ori

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one? I was sitting here trying to think of one, but there's nothing that sticks out that I think that almost everyone disagrees with. Most of what I have dissenting opinions on there's already a lot of discussion about, not a consensus of any kind.

What I wish had happened to Bilbo: that he got married to Thorin and they lived happily ever after, either in Erebor or the Shire 😊❤️

Thank you for the ask, darling! 😘 It was so much fun! 😄❤️

#ask #answered #x-kytanna-x #bilbo baggins #the hobbit

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mostlyemptycoffeecup · 5 years

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Food, Glorious Food.

Bonjour mes petits pétales!

Ok, so this is my first fan fiction that I've ever published! Please give me feedback, I really need the help! 😂🤭

Bit of a pre warning:

(I’m a bit of a history nerd) A Pavise is a large rectangular shield that would have covered the entire body, just in case you didn't know :)

Much love!

(ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉﾐ★゜・。。・゜゜・

The silence resonating amongst the prison of Mirkwood was chilling. Although this was somewhat an improvement for the residents. Some floors above, the white-haired elves tilted their heads and looked inquisitively from one another to establish why the dwarves had ceased their droning complaints, which before now were so loud and irritating they could have easily woken a Balrog from its slumber.

Now, you had been travelling with the dwarves for quite some time after they had accepted you with relative ease, all thanks to Gandalf’s pre-warning. A prophecy had been passed straight from Galadriel to the wizard himself when he had been summoned to Lothlórien with an urgent invite.

The prophecy stated that a strange woman would be found in Middle Earth and was to aid Thorin Oakenshield in his quest to regain the dwarves’ homeland. Gandalf had taken you to one side after the trouble of finding you, explaining how the dwarves could not know how it had been the elves to deliver the prophecy, despite you not really listening; it did not help that you were extremely cold and frightened, as, I think we can all agree, being transported midway through throwing an empty wine bottle at your god-awfully loud French roommate, whilst in your short Assassin’s Creed pyjamas was not the most ideal moment to be taken from.

Anyway, that had been months previous to now. The morning before the silence fell had begun like any other… stuck with a load of dwarves, in a prison cell, in a cave that looked like a big tree.

“No, no, no! But that’s not how names work!”

Thorin scrutinised the girl through tense, tired eyes and huffed out a response,

“Well, that is how my name works”.

“That’s not an answer. You are the line of DURIN, yes?”

Thorin leaned his cranium against the jagged wall behind him and closed his eyes. To his chagrin, the girl continued.

“I mean how do they even know it was a bit of oak, anyway? You were in the middle of a bloody battle, not a nature walk, it could’ve been, Christ I don’t know, birch! Thorin Birchshield! Doesn’t really have the same ring, does it?”

“(Y/N)…”

“If we’re completely honest, Durin does kind of sound better than Oakenshield. More regal.”

“(Y/N)-“

“But then Dis married another man so why is Kili and Fili Durin, because surely the line of Durin is your ancestors, not Dis’ husband's. Could Fili become Fili Pine-Pavise? Nah, that seriously doesn’t sound-“

“FOR MAHAL’S SAKE (Y/N)! WILL YOU SHUT YOUR GOB, OR GOD HELP ME, I WILL CHARGE THROUGH THESE BARS AND DO IT MYSELF!”

The rest of the dwarves were immensely glad for Dwalin’s roar because, let’s be real, (Y/N) could go on chattering to herself like a babbie rook for quite some time.

The (Y/HC) haired girl grunted and collapsed to the floor with the grace of a ballerina (with a broken foot, although in irritation her movement into sitting crosslegged seemed far more elegant).

She sat in that position for a good while, simply fiddling with the edges of her jacket. A slight crinkle made the woman’s hand pause in its ministrations. She fingered over the outline of the recognisable packet and allowed a Cheshire Cat grin to spread across her face.

Yanking the packet out of her inner pocket, she squealed when she indeed proved herself right and laid her eyes upon the glorious red packaging, the wonderful white letters imprinted over the wave of multicoloured ovals.

A sort of… gleam of obsession flowed its way across her eyes. She could fondly remember the days of how she would tackle Antoine to the ground before shoving one or two up his nose for bringing home another woman without informing his roommate. The wine bottle was the final straw, I mean the girl wasn’t that aggressive (only mildly). Besides, having to walk out of your room to find a half-naked woman making pancakes would get old after the first few times, no matter how delicious the pancakes were. Giggling to herself, she chanted under her breath, something sounding like “taste, taste, taste the rainbow”. It was a wonder she hadn’t fallen down with Bilbo in the goblin cavern, but maybe that’s just what Tumblr is doing to kids nowadays… moving on.

“What’s that you got there, Lass?” The lively voice of Bofur broke her train of thought.

“Hm? Oh! These, dear child, are the finest sweets in all of creation!”

The two’s chatter had gained the attention of a few of the other dwarves, the rest following after Fili and Kili’s “ooh”s and “aah”s. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the two ‘young’ dwarves and popped a couple of brightly coloured circles into her hand before passing them through the bars into Bofur’s cell.

He chewed. And chewed. And chewed. Swiftly, Bofur jumped up with a caw of excitement and laughed.

“Lass you’ve got to share those! Boys, why they’re the most incredible things I’ve ever tasted!”

A final wave of commands and pleads washed its way over the woman, who giggled at their enthusiasm and happily handed the bag around to her new (adopted?) family.

That was until a thundering voice shouted out in disgust: “Blech! Ugh no, they’re awful! How on earth did you eat those, brother?” Bombur exclaimed. The air in the prison stilled as the dwarves paused their pestering for more of the sweets.

Well, that was a first.

And to think, to find a food Bombur didn’t like only took a strange woman falling from another world.

Indeed it was true:

Bombur couldn’t handle the rainbow.

#hobbit #fanfic #bombur #the company #thorin oakenshield #reader insert #first fanfic #ahhhh #I'm sorry in advance #mwa mwa #I love you #i hope you're having a good day #company x reader #hobbit x reader #hobbitxreader

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pjwritingblog · 5 years

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Afternoon Tea

Imagine being Bilbo’s flower maiden at his wedding with Thorin and being paired up with Fili.

A/N: This is super long and several years old, one of my favorite things I’ve ever, ever written.

“Thank you again, Isi. It really means a lot to me that you would come.” Bilbo thanked you yet again as you gaped up at the splendor of Erebor, having just arrived after a long journey from the Shire.

You two had been best friends, sharing afternoon tea every day before he went gallivanting off with dwarves. Everything seemed to be returned to what it was for a few months, until one day you answered Bilbo’s door to find a dark-haired, bearded fellow you knew must be one of his dwarves.

“I’m sorry, perhaps I have the wrong home. Is there a Master Baggins here?”

“You’re at the right place, he’s just run to market, silly hobbit managed to drop the whole container of tea all over the floor! Do come in.” You stepped aside, letting the stranger enter. You weren’t sure how to proceed, so you did what a hobbit does for their guest. Sit them somewhere cozy and offer them food.

“Thorin, at your service.” He offered a slight bow at the waist before sitting. “I’m sorry to intrude like this, Lady Baggins--” You cut him off with a laugh.

“We’ve got no ladies, Miss Isi will do just fine.”

“Miss Isi.” The stranger smiled. “Bilbo spoke fondly of you, and often. It is no surprise that he made you his wife.” You laughed harder this time.

“Bilbo is my neighbor. And my best friend. Tragically, our love is merely platonic.” Bilbo took that moment to return from his trip.

“Sorry I took so long, there was the first of the summer corn, I just had to get some. I got plenty, if you’d like to stay for sup--”

Bilbo stopped in his tracks as he saw his guest. “Thorin.”

“I had to come. I...I cannot stop thinking about you. Please,” Thorin strode quickly to Bilbo, taking his hands, “End my suffering, and tell me you feel the same. Tell me you love me as much as I love you.”

Thorin stayed for two weeks. When he left, Bilbo went with him. They both promised you that as soon as the details were in place, they would send for you. You were to be the only family Bilbo had in attendance. So here you were, your bare feet slapping against the fine stone floors as you headed to meet the rest of the wedding party.

“Miss Isi!” Thorin rose from his seat when he saw you, placing a kiss on your cheek. He seemed warmer and kinder in spirit for his time with Bilbo. “Welcome to Erebor.”

“Thank you, Thorin. I’m delighted to be here.”

“Come, sit.” Tea was set up on the small table in the room, and you happily helped yourself to a slice of cake. The road had been long. “Afternoon tea is something Bilbo has insisted upon.”

“I told him, it’s important to us hobbits!” Bilbo poured you a steaming cup, adding a bit of sugar and plenty of lemon, just as you liked. “Making time each day for a bit of peace and quiet, a warm drink and good company.”

“Here, here!” You agreed as a fair-headed dwarf entered the room.

“Tea time already?” He asked, sitting.

“Where’s your mother? And your brother?” Thorin asked him.

“Still working on their own to-do lists, I imagine. A wedding starts tomorrow, you know.” He teased.

“Isi, meet my nephew, Fili.”

“At your service.” Fili nodded his head to you, and you offered your hand. Instead of shaking it, he placed a kiss upon it.

“You two will be seeing a lot of each other this week.” Thorin explained. “You fill the same role, Fili stands at my side as you stand at Bilbos.”

“So how exactly does a dwarven wedding work?” You asked, and Thorin and Bilbo began talking over one another to explain. They were quite an affair, the whole event would take five days. Everything began the next morning with the official ceremony, after that it was pretty much just partying.

You awoke early, feeling a bit homesick. Sneaking into the kitchen, which had only one lonely baker at work, you managed to get a hold of a mug of tea. Heading back to your room, you ended up wandering down a separate hall, and somehow you ended up at a door that led you to a balcony, overlooking the valley in front of the mountain. But it wasn’t empty.

“Good morning.” Fili jumped as you greeted him, turning to see who it was.

“Miss Isi. Good morning.” He smiled at you, patting the ground beside him and you sat on the cool rock, wishing you had brought a blanket with you. “How did you find my little secret?”

“Just wandering. I’m glad I did though, being indoors for so long is a bit much.”

“Don’t go telling anyone, but I feel the same way. I know our people live in mountains, it’s what we do but,” He shook his head, “I need to breathe some fresh air each day.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” You sat in comfortable silence for a long while, sipping your tea, offering Fili the occasional sip(it has been said that hobbits are incapable of eating or drinking anything without offering it to their companions).

“We should be going. Big day today.” Fili stood, offering you his large hand and you took it.

“Yes, I’ve got a nervous groom to go help get ready.”

“I guarantee my groom is more nervous.”

“Well, let’s go then, before they can get any more nervous!” You both laughed, headed back through the door into the cloying mountain.

“You look comfortable.” Fili came to stand beside you as you watched the dwarves dance in front of you, Thorin and Bilbo at the center of it all. “Don’t you like to dance?”

“Love to. But uh, things are done a little differently here.”

“Oh, come on. Join me. I think you’ll find it’s not so different after all.” Fili offered you his hand and you took it, being led into the swirling dance floor. He put a hand on your waist, guiding you into a lively jig. It was almost similar to a dance you knew, and you laughed as Fili attempted to push and pull you in the right directions. “See? Not so hard.”

“Having someone to dance with was my obstacle!”

“Well, allow me to pronounce myself your official dancing partner for the remainder of your stay!” He had to lean close to be heard, and his beard just barely brushed your face. It was something unfamiliar, but you didn’t mind at all.

“Might I cut in?” You heard Bilbo ask, and you turned to see your friend.

“Of course. I’ll come find you later, Isi.” Fili placed a kiss on your hand, leaving you.

“You two seem to be getting along quite well.” Bilbo pointed out, leading you in a familiar dance that fit the timing of the song being played.

“He’s quite the charmer.” You admitted.

“This makes me miss the summer festival.” Bilbo admitted, twirling you.

“I can’t imagine ever leaving the Shire for good. No matter how in love I was.”

“Just wait until you do fall in love.” Bilbo paused a moment, taking your hands in his. “And I hope you do, Isi. I really do.”

“Good morning, Miss Isi.” Fili greeted you as you exited the mountain the following dawn.

“Good morning.” It was later in the morning, you had slept in a bit due to last nights drinking. “I brought you tea.”

“Thank you, that sounds quite nice.” Fili accepted the steaming mug, and you sat down next to him, the ground warm thanks to the sun. “So, what do you think after Day One of our festivities.”

“To be honest, I have a few questions.” You sheepishly admitted.

“Shoot.” What began as asking for a few clarifications on some of the traditions and ceremony you had seen yesterday turned into a discussion about hobbit culture vs dwarvish culture. Compared to men and elves, you were fairly similar, but there were definite differences as well.

“We’ve been in here for ages, we’ll be late!” You noticed how high the sun was getting, it must be nearly noon.”

“Today is a boring day anyhow, they’ll just be accepting gifts for a few hours.”

“Then another feast?” You guessed.

“Then another feast.” Fili offered you his hand. “So dust off your dancing shoes.”

“Dancing feet.” You corrected him.

“Dancing feet.” He repeated, and you found yourself blushing. After a long, long afternoon of Thorin and Bilbo thanking dwarf after dwarf for gift after gift, you felt oddly restless. Your own offering had been predictable, it was customary for a newlywed hobbit couple to receive a new tea set.

“Exhausted yet?” Fili approached you with a tankard of ale as you sat down at an empty table. Dwarf after dwarf had asked you to dance this evening, and you felt rude denying any of them, they certainly were a merry bunch.

“I am, indeed! I may have to bow out a bit early, or I’ll have no energy for the next three days!”

“Come with me, let us get some air.” He took your hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, leading you away from the hot, crowded room. You turned for a parting glance, making a moments eye contact with Thorin, who smiled and raised his glass to acknowledge you. You two followed the now-familiar path towards the balcony, the night air blessedly welcome against your overheated skin.

“It’s so lovely out here.”

“It really is.” However Fili wasn’t looking at the beautiful sky above, he was looking at you. You sat on the ground, pulling your knees up as your dress fluttered around your ankles.

“Thank you, Fili, for being such an accommodating host. This wedding would be difficult without you to explain things for me.”

“It’s been wonderful having you here.” Fili assured you, sitting beside you. You shivered in the cold air, and he immediately placed a heavy, warm arm around you.

“Thank you.”

“Shooting star!” Fili pointed to the sky, but you saw nothing.

“I missed it.”

“Well, perhaps if we are patient we may spy another.” Fili took off his jacket, placing it on the rock so you could lie back and gaze at the inky sea above you. You found yourself leaning against his broad chest, fighting sleep.

“There.” You pointed to a streak of white, gone as soon as it appeared.

“We’re even.” Filis voice was a low rumble, and you suspected he was nearing your level of fatigue.

“We should...Get inside…” You managed to mumble, earning a chuckle.

“Come on then.” Fili stood, offering his hand to you, as always, and you wearily reentered the mountain. “My room is just there, why don’t you just stay here? I’m a little worried they’ll find you passed out in the hall.” He laughed.

“Sounds good.” He opened the door to his chambers, and you collapsed upon his bed, sleep finding you swiftly.

“Word has it, you woke up in the bed of a certain crown prince.” Bilbo smirked at you over the top of his mug.

“It’s not what you think. I was just too tired to make it down the hall.” You defended yourself. Having seen very little of you the past few days, Bilbo had insisted on sharing breakfast with you.

“Sure, sure. And I spent last night knitting a sweater.”

“Bilbo!” You swatted him in the arm. “Seriously. We’re just...We get on well.”

“And if he wishes to court you?”

“Well, I’m headed back home in a weeks time.” Honestly the thought of it hadn’t occurred to you.

“I’d be careful, then. Don’t go leading him on if you don’t feel that way about him.” Bilbo warned you.

“It’s not that I don’t feel that way about him--It’s not that I do!--It’s just…Impractical.”

“Well, just the same. Because I see the way he looks at you. Thorin does, too.”

“Hush.” You tried to tell yourself that there was no way Fili had developed any feelings for you. But how could you deny that earlier that morning you had awoken to find him lying awake beside you, just watching you sleep? How could you explain how gentle he had been as you two silently crept to the kitchen for your tea, placing a hand at your waist to guide you? How could you ignore the way his hands had felt in your hair as you enjoyed the morning sun, idly weaving and unweaving braids as you talked of your childhoods?

You took Bilbos warning to heart, and told yourself you had to back off a bit. You didn’t want Fili your friendship was any more than that. You stuck near Bilbo for most of the day, then sitting beside Dis for lunch, enjoying her stories of what Thorin was like as a child. It wasn’t until that nights feast began that you faced Fili, you couldn’t deny him when he came to you, offering you a bright yellow flower for your hair and asking you to dance. A dance was just a dance, after all. “Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, and you knew he simply wondered if you wanted to stargaze again that night.

“I think...not.” You did not look at him.

“Alright.” He didn’t sound too sad.

“I just...I ah, need a bath.” Perfect excuse. “So I’m going go do that. Curly hair, takes all night to dry. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Miss Isi.” He placed a kiss on your hand, bidding you to go. “See you in the morning?”

“Of course.” You retreated from the party and to your room, enjoying the cool water on your scalp as you shampooed your hair. It took a long time for you to fall asleep, wondering if it was right to be ignoring Fili, and by the time you dozed off, you had made a decision.

“Good morning!” Fili greeted you, taking the warm mug you offered him.

“Good morning.” You sat down right next to him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body.

“I feel like I barely saw you yesterday.” Fili commented.

“I have to admit, I was avoiding you a little bit.”

“Why?” Fili looked hurt.

“Bilbos silly comments, putting absurd ideas in my head. I’m sorry. I should have just talked to you about it.” You lay your head on his shoulder.

“Not to worry. It’s forgotten.” Fili smiled at you. “So I was wondering, I’ve got a small errand to run in Dale, it’s just across the valley, would you like to come with me? Today’s a quiet day until nightfall, you wouldn’t be missed.”

“Are you sure? I hate to abandon Bilbo.”

“We can ask him, if you want. But it’s just paperwork and being sworn into office, being a new member of the royal family and all.”

“Oh, that sounds dreadful.”

“So you’ll join me?”

“I’d be delighted.” So an hour later, you found yourself headed out the huge front gate towards the city of Dale. “So, where are we off to?”

“It’s actually, well, it’s for my mother. It’s her birthday next week and with the wedding and all I don’t want her to feel forgotten.” Fili sheepishly admitted.

“How sweet.” You resisted the urge to call him a Mama’s Boy. “What did you get her?”

“Well don’t go telling anyone, but I had something brought over from Mirkwood.”

“From the elves?” You had always wanted to see the elves.

“Yes. There isn’t much elves are good for, but when I heard about this yarn I had to--”

“Yarn?” You interrupted.

“Yes, yarn.”

“All this trouble for yarn?” You laughed.

“It’s made from spider silk. Softest yarn you’ve ever felt, but warm, and very strong. Very hard to come by, but worth every coin I am assured.” Fili explained.

“I’m sure she’ll love it.” You continued down the path, entering the city and heading down a meandering street towards a fabric store.

“Didn’t think I would see you until the wedding was over, Master Fili!” The shopkeep greeted you.

“I had a bit of time today, and I’ve been a bit anxious to see this perfect yarn.” Fili replied.

“Well here it is, just came in yesterday!” The man reached beneath the counter, revealing several skeins of pure white yarn. You stepped forward to touch it, and it was, as Fili said, incredibly soft, seeming to just wisp through the air.

“Wonderful.” Fili nodded to the man and he beamed.

“Always a pleasure doing business with you.” He packaged up the yarn into a bag, handing it across the counter. “Oh, and here. Something for your good lady.” He handed you a strip of pale pink ribbon.

“Oh, I’m not--”

“Thank you, I will be sure to call again if there is anything I need.” Fili cut you off.

“Give my best to your uncle!” The shopkeep called as you exited. At your request, you spent a while sightseeing around Dale, figuring you may as well absorb as much culture as you could.

“Let me braid that into your hair.” Fili offered, gesturing to the ribbon you were still holding from the kind fabric salesman. You handed it to him, presenting your back. Fili worked quickly, plaiting your hair and tying the ribbon into a big bow to secure it. “There. Now I can see your face.” He tucked a stray curl behind your ear, trailing his finger along your jaw. You found yourself closing your eyes, and felt his forehead press against yours. “Isi?” He whispered, and you knew what would come next.

“We should be heading back.” You turned your head away, pursing your lips.

“Right.” Fili nodded, standing. The town had grown crowded, and Fili took your hand so as not to lose you in the throng of men and women. You soon reached the path that would lead you back to Erebor, and Fili apparently saw no need to let go of your hand.

“There you are!” Kili greeted you as soon as you reentered the mountain. “Where have you been?”

“I had to run to Dale.” Fili explained, shrugging his brother off.

“In the middle of a wedding?” Kili protested

“Oh, it’s not as if I missed anything important!” Fili said.

“Well, everyone has been looking for you. As crown prince and second-in-command, your signature was needed. Twice.” Kili explained.

“Oh. Right.” Fili at least looked a little ashamed. “I’ll go sort that out.”

“Next time you want to go on a date, wait until after the wedding!” Kili called after him as he headed off. Your ears turned pink.

“It’s not like that. It wasn’t anything. He just...wanted some company.” You defended yourself.

“I know my brother. He doesn’t like company. Especially after four days of entertaining. Probably my fault, I never stop talking. An afternoon alone walking to Dale and back is exactly what he usually loves. So trust me. It was anything.” Kili smirked at you, heading where Fili had gone, then turned to offer parting words. “Your hair looks lovely, by the way.”

“Miss Isi, there you are.” Thorin greeted you a while later, as you enjoyed a mug of tea in the late afternoon quiet.

“Sorry, I was with Fili all day, apparently helping him abandon his duties.” You smiled at him, he seemed to be practically glowing these days.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s all taken care of.” He said, making his own cup of tea. “Your hair looks nice, did you do it yourself?”

“No, Fili did it for me. Some shopkeep gave me the ribbon as a gift earlier.”

“Fili braided it?” Thorin asked very seriously.

“Yes…?” You were a bit worried to answer.

“Well that’s...Never mind. I’m sure he meant nothing by it. You do not know how to braid it, he was just being polite, surely.”

“What am I missing?” You asked.

“Braiding hair is...not done lightly. It’s somewhat of an intimate affair, typically only family or lovers will braid one another's hair. It’s an affectionate gesture.” Thorin explained delicately. “Placed specifically, or adorned with beads, they signify courtship, engagement, or marriage.”

“Oh. I see.” You were blushing.

“It is just a simple braid. Affectionate, but not intimate.” Thorin assured you.

“You’re the first person so far not to suggest he’s interested in courting me.” You sighed.

“I did not say that. He just is not so impertinent as to braid your hair when you had no idea as to his meaning.” He put a hand on yours, the gesture oddly comforting. “Just as important is the question of if you want to be courted by him.”

“Thorin, I am going home in a few days.”

“That is not what I asked.” Thorin looked right into your eyes, demanding.

“It’s not that I don’t care for him. I do. But I just...” You trailed off

“Talk to him. Before it goes too far. I do not want to see him hurt.”

“Nor do I.” You sighed, draining the last of your tea. “I’ll talk to him.” And so after several hours of dancing with Kili, Thorin, and Bilbo, you went up to Fili. “Would you like to breathe some air?”

“I would indeed.” Fili grinned and your heart ached in anticipation of the conversation you were to have. “So, I have something to ask you.”

“Alright.” You knew what was coming, and you let him go on.

“I don’t think I’ve explained this before, but braiding has significance to dwarves--”

“Your uncle explained.”

“Ah. I should have known. I think you know where I’m going with this.” Fili smiled nervously at you, holding a hand out to your hair, which was still secured in its braid from earlier.

“Fili, I’m sorry.” His face fell. “I care about you. I really do. And if Bilbo and Thorin have taught us nothing, it’s that a dwarf and a hobbit can be very happy together. But I’m not like Bilbo. I can’t give up my life to live in a dark, musty mountain. I want to keep my garden. To dig my hands into the earth each day. I want to feel the rain on my skin. I want to take my afternoon tea as I look out over the sun shining on the flowers.”

“I could find a way!” Fili insisted, taking your hands. “Isi, I’ll build you a garden. I’ll bring you out here each time it rains.”

“I’m sorry.” It was all you could manage to say. “I love home too much. I love my life too much. I’m not going to give up everything I hold dear for you.” It felt cruel to say it out loud.

“I would never ask that of you.” Fili brought your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckle. “Please, Isi, may I kiss you? I know it doesn’t mean anything, but...l should very much like to kiss you. Just this once.” You knew you should say no. You knew it would only make it harder to say goodbye. But you still found yourself nodding, ever so slightly, before his lips found yours.

His lips were chapped, but full, and his beard against your face was more ticklish than itchy. Your hand moved to rake through his soft waves, then along his cheek, toying with the bead that dangled from his mustache. You decided that every person who had told you dwarves were rough and harsh was a dirty liar, for Fili was nothing in this moment but soft and gentle.

“Thank you.” Fili said as he pulled away, the corner of his mouth turned upward.

“We shouldn’t,” You began, placing another quick kiss to his lips, “Make this any harder than it has to be.”

“I quite agree.” Fili said, kissing your forehead, then your nose, each cheek, ending with barely a grace across your mouth.

“It would just be,” You took his hand, kissing the tip of each finger, “Unwise.” Many kisses later, you both lie on the rock beneath, he flat on his back, and you upon his warm chest, just nuzzling not-quite kisses here and there, swearing that after just one more minute, you would bid one another goodnight.

“Is it insulting if I say I’m glad that’s finally over?” It was the fifth day of the wedding, and things had finally drawn to a close. After a large lunch, the couple had bid formal farewell to all the visiting dignitaries and the festivities had officially ended.

“No.” Bilbo assured you, offering you a biscuit. Of course everything had concluded at just the right time for tea.

“Good. Because I am exhausted.”

“Now just imagine if you were the one actually getting married!” Bilbo teased.

“None of this five-day nonsense if my time should come. A good simple Shire wedding for me, thanks.” You made the mistake of looking at Fili, who quickly looked down at his cup.

“Would you like to go on a picnic?” Fili came up to you as the meal ended, asking you quietly, so the others would not hear. “Tomorrow? There are some very nice woods to the east.”

“Fili, please, don’t make this more difficult.”

“We’ve got two days. Please let me make them beautiful memories to remember you by.” Fili pleaded and you sighed, but couldn’t keep the smile from your face. And so the next day you enjoyed the outdoors, walking, talking, and eating in the beautiful sunshine. You lie on your backs in the twilight, sharing stories of summers gone by. Once the sky grew dark, you walked back to the mountain, your hands dancing lazily in the cool air. On your last day, Fili took you around Erebor, gazing upon the rows of books in the vast library, allowing you to view the splendor of the jewels the craftsmen worked with, buying you lunch in the market, and helping you select a beautiful necklace to take home with you. A gift.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, I’ve just been so tired.” Bilbo apologized over your final supper before you headed home.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sure you had someone to keep you company.” Bilbo nodded to where Fili sat at the other end of the table.

“Don’t.” You warned him.

“What?”

“Oh, Bilbo. I’ve got to go tomorrow. And I’m afraid I’ll be leaving my heart behind.” You explained.

“Believe me when I say I understand. And I think you’re making the right choice. You belong back home. And unfortunately, he belongs here. It’ll get easier.” Bilbo promised you, wiping the single tear that had escaped from your eyes.

You suspected that high atop the mountain, a prince was sitting alone on a perch overlooking the valley, waiting for you. You hadn’t told him how early you were leaving. The journey home was swift and simple, and you found yourself happy beyond belief to be back in your own bed, the smell of flowers drifting through the open window each night. A month passed, then two, and it was easy to slip back into your routine, even without Bilbo.

You sat down at four o’clock, tea steeping, a couple slices of cake and half a sandwich in front of you. Everything was as it should be, you were where you were meant to be. Even if you felt so lonely it sometimes ached. There was a sharp knocking on your door, and you headed to answer it, the large circle swinging open to reveal a golden-haired dwarf.

“Isi, I have a question for you.” Fili held a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, a nervous smile on his face.

“Fili…” You couldn’t go through this again.

“Would you teach me how to garden?” He held the flowers out to you.

“What?” You took them, confused.

“Please, teach me how to garden. I want to dig my hands into the earth each day. I want to feel the rain on my skin. I want to watch the flowers grow in the sunshine.” He took your hands. “I am yours, as long as you will have me.”

“The crown prince of Erebor cannot just leave!”

“Yes, he can. If something terrible happens, and Erebor needs a new king, yes, I shall have to go back. But seeing as Thorin and Bilbo have just impregnated their surrogate, I don’t see that as likely.” Fili smiled warmly at you. “Isi, I choose this life. I choose the Shire. I choose you.”

You kissed him, having missed the feel of hair against your face. “You are just in time for afternoon tea.”

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The Three Women Of Durin - The Morning (41)

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After Rosie had shared the positive news with her friends she had returned to her chambers for a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow was a big day, tomorrow they would let Bard have a share of the gold and, let him and his people stay in the mountain. And if they were lucky, they might even get Thranduil to stay as well, but for now, they were going to just concentrate on Bard.

Rosie slept like a log, as did the others, for the night was peaceful, no birds sang, no wind howled. The only sound that could be heard was the breath of each other. But there was one person not asleep, one person, whose dreams in real life were bigger than those in their head.

Kili stood on the gate, the cool air of the mountain brushing through his dark mop of hair. The world around him was quiet, yet the thoughts in his head were loud. So loud, that he did not realize the figure standing behind him.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Came a smooth voice. Turning around he gazed upon the image of Frankie, she was wearing something that wasn’t hers, something white and wispy that he could have sworn Cece had been dancing with Fili in a few days ago.

“That is not your dress,” He simply smiled up at her as she made her way over to him, a figure in the moonlight.

“Correct,” She smiled back as she climbed the barrier and resting on the cool stone, her legs slipping out from her dress and dangling over the edge. Kili tried to look away.

“It feels like the calm before the storm,” Kili said softly after a moment, looking out at where Dale sat, now a dim glow in the night, “Something’s about to happen,”

“No shit Sherlock,” Frankie chuckled.

“What does that mean?” Kili asked, turning to her.

“Well, Sherlock’s like a really big famous detective- “

“Detective?”

“Oh god,” Franke said, tipping her head back slightly, “If you don’t know what a detective is then there’s no point in me even trying,” She said playfully, Kili simply smiled to himself as he turned back to the view.

“Detective,” He said once more, familiarizing his tongue with the mysterious word, “You are full of mystery milady,” He then smiled.

“Thank you,” Frankie said softly turning her head slightly away, not before Kili caught a red glow on her cheeks, illuminated by moonlight. “One could only dream to be as mysterious as me,”

“Ah, of course, of course,” Kili smiled back before a comforting silence fell on the scene, “Speaking of dreams,” Kili continued, “What’s your dream?”

“What’s my what?” Frankie asked stretching out her legs.

“You know, your dream,” Kili said as if it were obvious.

“Well...do you mean that in any particular way? Or...,”

“Well," Kili began turning his head to the sky, "For my kin, it's just this thing where every dwarf has a dream. I'm sure there's some religious history to the idea but...I never listened to that part. I grew up being told, by my mother, that we all eventually conjure one ultimate dream. Like the Arkenstone of dreams,” Kili started and was interrupted by Frankie’s chuckle.

“You should put that on a t-shirt,” She smiled and Kili smiled too, for a t-shirt was, in fact, something he knew.

“Anyways, my mother’s dream was to see her sons grow old,” Frankie felt something hit her in her heart, “Uncle’s was to reclaim the mountain and give his people what they wanted, and I’m pretty sure Fili recently told me that his dream was to tie two elves in a physical knot...but he could have been joking,”

“You think?” Frankie spluttered as she grinned.

“But what’s your dream?” Kili then said, turning to her, she thought for a moment.

“I don’t know…um…I guess, in my old world...my dream was to do something meaningful,” She eventually said.

“What do you mean?” Kili asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you see, in my world we don’t have battles with life or death situations, no, we have politics and lawyers and businesses,” Frankie sighed swinging her feet, “We don’t get to have these true moments of going to war with a dragon to reclaim a mountain filled with gold…that just doesn’t happen. We read about it in books, see it in movies, dream about it! But that will simply never happen to us.

"We don’t even have elves or hobbits…trolls, orcs, magic! None of that! But, it’s okay, we get presidential debates between Hillary and Trump so it’s all good!”," Frankie was lost deep in thought, and whatever was coming up in her brain, was coming out of her mouth. “You know, back home, I always thought it would be cool to face problems that weren’t just about math, or science, or anything like that. But, true problems that test the natures of everything you believe, problems which take courage and bravery to solve, not test scores. And now I’m here. And I’ve actually been in battle, killed bad guys, done justice, saved lives! I’ve faced dragons and orcs and elves! I’ve ran from death! And now I’ve done all that…how can I possibly return to my old life? How can I possibly go back and go to university, take tests for a job that…I don’t even want…” Frankie trailed off.

“What do you want?” Kili asked softly, "What's your new dream?"

“I don’t know…” Frankie eventually answered, “Defeat Sauron? Get drunk with Galadriel? Throw a house party like the ones back home in Mirkwood? I don’t know…” She looked back at the view, “But whatever it is…it’s going to be incredible,”

The next day Cece found herself being jostled awake by a rather irate Fili.

"What? What?" Cece spluttered groggily had she stumbled to her feet.

"They're here," Fili said seriously giving her a certain look which pierced through Cece.

"Okay," She replied before taking one of her daggers and slipping it into her belt before turning back to Fili, "What's wrong?" She asked once she realized Fili wasn't moving towards the door.

"I'm worried," He said as if it were funny. "I'm actually worried,"

"Hey, hey," Cece said softly as she moved towards him and placed a hand on each of his arms, "It's okay to be worried,"

"That's not what I was taught growing up," He said with a smile although his eyes were sad.

"Fili...everything's going to be okay, I can reassure you that because I know this story, it's plot, it's characters. And I now know you guys better than ever, and if I say it's going to be okay, then god damn it, it's going to be okay," Cece said sternly. Fili looked up at her and gave a curt nod, the confidence growing within, "Besides, we're going to work things out today...with or without Thorin's help,"

Rosie awoke with a sharp dwarven boot in her ribs, which wasn't surprising considering she had fallen asleep on the floor. Groggily she looked up and found an icy pair of eyes staring back at her.

"You know, you're like my own personal alarm clock," Rosie said happily, still in a good mood after the events of the previous night.

"Get dressed and come to the overlook," Thorin simply replied back, his voice low and haunting.

"What, why?" Rosie asked, her happy mood dissolving in the air. Thorin had already moved across the room and was about to disappear when he turned back around.

"They're here,"

Before they knew what was going on, Rosie, Frankie and Cece were standing atop the stone gate, each of them wearing a minor layer of armour for the time being. The stood with the rest of the company watching as two figures made their way through a sea of golden-armed elves. One was atop a rather large stag and the other, a horse. Both sat straight as the elves twisted and turned out of their way, forming a path which led straight to the stone gate.

Soon they came so close and you could identify both Thranduil and Bard, stony-faced. No later, they eventually emerged out of the sea of gold metal and stood, clear and strong before them. Then, in a blink of an eye, Thorin drew an arrow and placed it in his bow before shooting it, inches before Thranduil’s stag.

“I will put the next one in-between your eyes,” Thorin declared which earned a few cheers from some members of the company, most stayed quiet. Thranduil stared down at where the arrow had hit the icy covered stone and then back up at the gate where he made eye contact with Rosie. Rosie responded by widening her eyes slightly as if to egg him on.

“We’ve come to tell you,” Thranduil said clearly, his voice echoing out over the stony scene, “Payment for your debt has been offered, and accepted,” Rosie reached a hand down to the shoulder of Bilbo who stood before her, squeezing it tightly.

“What payment?” Thorin spat, “I gave you nothing, you have nothing,” Rosie felt Bilbo tremble slightly under her fingertips. Thranduil simply turned to Bard who looked away, then, slowly, he reached his hand into his coat and pulled out the thrumming Arkenstone.

“We have this,” He said, raising the stone high in the air for all to see. The shock of seeing the Arkenstone rippled through many of the company, for others, it was not such a shock. Cece turned her head, however, to Thorin, who was caught in a trance as he stared at the stone, his face unreadable.

“The Arkenstone,” One of the dwarves breathed.

“Thieves!” Another called.

“How come you by the heir of our home?” Someone else hollered at the elf and man.

“That stone belongs to the king!” Someone a little way off to the right called, Bard brought his hand down and stared at the glowing gem.

“And the king may have it,” He said, tossing it in the air slightly before tucking it safely back into his coat, “With our good will,” Then Bard looked up, eyes piercing into those of Thorin’s, “But first, he must honour his word,” He said lowly. Thorin paused, staring down at the bowman, his eyes bright and alert.

“They’re taking us for fools,” He said under his breath, “It is a rouse, a filthy lie,” He said only loud enough for the company to hear. The girls watched as the others stared at their leader with shock and anger. “The Arkenstone is in this mountain! It is a trick!”

“It’s no trick,” Bilbo lurched forward and out of Rosie’s grasp before she could do or say anything. “The stone is real,” Bilbo said, with some confidence, moving forward and towards the sick king, “I gave it to them,”

The tension lay thick, like a fog that no one could see clearly through. As Thorin slowly turned away from the elf and man and towards the hobbit, almost everyone on the scene held their breath. Rosie glanced down at Bilbo before staring over the gate and at Thranduil and Bard who both nodded in response. Members of the company stared at Bilbo, everyone lost for words in their own way, some of them angry and some of them proud, all of them worried for the safety of the hobbit.

“You…” Thorin said, his hurt of Bilbo’s actions so clear in his face.

“I took it as my fourteenth share,” Bilbo said simply as Fili and Kili slowly moved closer to the hobbit, there to protect him if need be.

“You’d steal from me?” Thorin asked his voice low, a growl from his chest.

“Steal from you? No,” Bilbo said, “I may be a burglar, but I like to think I’m an honest one,” He said, not realizing the anger that was swelling inside Thorin’s features.

“Thorin,” Rosie started but Bilbo spoke up again.

“I’m willing for it to stand against my claim,” Bilbo said, his voice getting louder.

“Against your claim?” Thorin said as if it were a joke, a trick.

“Thorin,” Rosie said firmer.

“Your claim,” Thorin growled, “You have no claim over me you miserable rat!” He spat as he threw down his bow and arrow and moved closer to Bilbo.

“Thorin!” Rosie now cried moving closer and placing a hand on his arm, stopping him slightly. Bilbo simply looked up at Thorin, no fear in his eyes, only pity.

“I was going to give it you, many times I wanted to,” Bilbo said sadly. “But…”

“But what? Theif,” Thorin growled.

“You have changed Thorin,” Bilbo said accusingly, “The dwarf I met in Bag-End would never have gone back on his word! Would have never doubted the loyalty of his kin!” There was a pause as everyone awaited Thorin’s response, Bilbo had just shown a new side to him, a side to him that was daring the sick king.

“Do not speak to me, of loyalty,” Thorin growled as he moved closer, but Rosie’s hand on his arm was pulling him back. “Throw him from the rampart!” He cried and the shock of what he just said echoed throughout the whole company and not only that, but it travelled through Thranduil and Bard as well. Rosie, however, had had enough.

“Thorin!” She yelled, her voice the loudest yet. It drew all attention of the scene to her.

“What!” He cried back turning around to face her, Rosie paused for a moment before answers.

“He’s right!” She yelled so loudly it echoed at least thrice throughout the kingdom that was Erebor. "Can you not see it? The man you have become? Do you not wake up each god damn day and feel different. Because I'm telling you right here right now...you are! Almost everyone from here to god damn Mirkwood will agree with me...scrap that...here to fucking England!"

"And what place are you in to say such things?" He spat back, with equally as much anger, "What are you to me?" Rosie recoiled, taken aback.

"I'm your friend," She breathed, the words barely audible.

"Friend?" Thorin spat almost as if it were funny, "Friend?" He cried again, "We are not friends,"

"Thorin!" Bilbo joined in again, "Listen to what you are saying right now. Hear the words on your tongue!"

"No!" Thorin cried back, "There is nothing to hear! I don't have time for two traitors in my company...throw them off the rampart!"

"Thorin," Rosie breathed, her eyes turning glassy, "What did I do?" But no one was listening to Rosie anymore.

"How dare you!" Cece moved forward, standing in front of her friend, "How dare you?" She repeated. Thorin simply looked down at Cece with a menacing glare.

"Get out of my way," He growled but Cece stayed put.

"You think you’re so big and tough now that you wear that crown on your head?" She cried, fearless, "Well...you look pretty god damn stupid if you ask me," These words took Thorin aback, and it was obvious his anger was wearing thin. Almost in slow motion, he raised his arm almost as if he was going to hit Cece and began to bring it down. Cece did not turn, she did not run, for she would stand there and take any blow that he would give, for there was nothing that Thorin could do physically, that could hurt her anymore. But Thorin's hand never met its mark, it never landed on Cece, no. For another one had caught it in the air and Thorin swivelled around to find his own, eldest nephew glaring back at him.

"Don't, even, think about it," Fili growled in a way that was similar to Thorins. Thorin stood in shock for a moment as he stared back at his nephew and for a few seconds, the old Thorin was visible, but as soon as he came, he left.

"Not you too!" He cried turning on Fili, "My own kin, heir to the throne!"

"I don't want the throne if this is what it does to you!" Fili retorted, going against everything he had ever said to Thorin.

"Me neither!" Kili joined in, running forward to meet his brother, "I would rather marry an orc than letting the gold sickness take me!" Thorin stood aghast as he looked down at his two nephews, his kin, the closest thing he ever had to sons.

"They're right," Came an old familiar voice from behind him, "They're all right," Thorin turned to stare up at Balin, the dwarf who had raised him and followed him to the ends of middle earth, now standing there, staring at him with sorrow and pity, "You're grandfather fell like old stone to the gold sickness, you were young a mere 20 years or so when the dragon attacked. But you were old enough to see the pain in his eyes, how the sickness tore apart every relationship he had, the one with you, your father...your grandmother," Thorin moved back, his heart-breaking at what he was hearing, "You saw what it did to him and yet you stand here, fallen into the same trap,"

"Thorin," A softer voice said and he turned to Frankie who had not yet spoken, "We're your friends, and we want to help, but we can only help...if you let us,"

Thorin stumbled backwards and into a stone pillar where he looked around at all the friendly faces, ones he had known for years and others only a few months. He looked around at this group of people who he had let down and disappointed in just the last few days. He looked at his family, the ones who he raised telling them of the dangers of the gold sickness, to the family's from the blue mountains who were not even of royal blood but yet, wanted to go on a life-risking adventure to reclaim what they once had. To all of the family's that had come along, dropping everything and leaving behind their loved ones to risk their lives for a journey. The Hobbit that they met in Bag-End who made their days more merry and brighter, who cooked and cleaned, hummed and sang, who was the bravest out of them all. To the three women, who had fallen from the skies above from a different universe to join them on his quest. Who sang weird and wonderful songs, who pierced the hearts of many with hope, who saved their lives more than once, who stuck together, no matter what. He stared at this group of people, his friends...his family, and he let out a choked sob.

"I'm sorry."

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