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I'm considering it. I never wrote smut before bc I never thought I'd be any good at it. But recently I've been kind of wanting to venture more into it.
And please, if you have the chance, fill out my smut survey. I’m debating whether or not I want to add smut to my writing repertoire. I really want to use my platform to portray healthy examples of kink relationships because 50 Shades of Grey is abuse and so is 365 Days. I also know that smut isn’t everyone’s jam and I want to make sure my blog is a safe space
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mira being brave on the battlefield and dwalin being the one finding her afterwards (she’s alive though, just like everyone else cause I live in a land of denial)
#the hobbit#dwalin#botfa#battle of the five armies#verkomy oc mira#mira thimbleberry#the hobbit oc#hobbit oc#oc#everyone lives au#tolkien#lotr#fanart#angst#my art#verkomy#verkomy 2023#procreate#scheduled
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Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader
Title: Flower Crowns
Dwalin X Female Reader
Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))
Requested By: Anon!
WC: 5,252
Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff
Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.
Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?
"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.
But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.
Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers.
"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room.
You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"
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And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books.
During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily.
Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.
You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.
But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least.
~~~
Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.
"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.
You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.
"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought.
You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.
Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking.
Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands.
Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking.
Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone.
The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head.
"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."
Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.
You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.
"I'm sorry, Y/N..."
You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground.
~~~
The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.
Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.
"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."
Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings.
But he knew that you were his One.
He knew the moment he saw you.
Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you.
"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.
A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.
Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.
You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role.
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The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.
Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?
You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile.
Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin.
You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it.
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You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders.
Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight.
As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.
With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound.
Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe.
At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless.
"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.
"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away.
The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered.
Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.
A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining.
"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"
"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"
Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead.
Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth.
"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.
"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."
Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.
"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."
"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys.
~~~
When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.
Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.
But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards.
"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"
You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head.
You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves.
"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you.
You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now.
Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel.
Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters.
Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully.
"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.
Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.
Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."
At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.
"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur.
You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material.
"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms.
"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard.
Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread.
Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.
"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today.
Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his.
You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant.
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"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side.
"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.
Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."
You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."
"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."
"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."
Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."
"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die."
Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.
You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain.
Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."
You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."
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Four for Valentine: Week 2 "The Letter"
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield / Reader
Characters: Dwalin, Thorin, Gender Neutral Reader
Important Tags: written from Dwalin's POV, romance, angst, death, alcohol consumption, grief, love, redemption, healing
Words: 1146
Summary: When Dwalin attempts to heal his grief after the Battle of Five Armies, his finds himself not just grieving Thorin but also his sibling. But in the depth of night, ghosts come to life, and Dwalin finds that the letters are more healing than he originally thought. (I really meant for this to be fluffy but then my brain made it bittersweet instead because apparently angst is all I can manage today)
Written for my "Four for Valentine" event 🩷
My dearest y/n.
They are calling it the Battle of Five Armies: a Historic event, it seems. I certainly won’t be forgetting it. And I will make damned sure no Dwarf ever forgets it either. Just like I am making sure that no Dwarf ever forgets Smaug’s taking of the Lonely Mountain. Two points of important Dwarven history… and two moments in my life I would rather forget than remember. But it is crucial I don’t forget. If people remember it feels like people also remember you. Both of you.
My brother said writing down feelings is better than cutting down Orc filth. I still disagree. But I can’t deny that it helped me greatly when I lost you. It will certainly help me greatly now that I have lost him.
I loved you. You were my sibling, how could I not? But even if you had not been my family, I think the two of us would have gotten along well. You were funny in a way I didn’t really get, but which others seemed to find endearing. Thorin certainly found it endearing. More than he dared admit.
You see, I found a letter of his in his belongings. I didn’t mean to rummage through his things. It fell out when I was moving it. So don’t come yelling at me from the rocks now! And I only read it because it was addressed to you.
I hadn’t read your name in so very long. Maybe it was the already present grief, but I suddenly grieved you once more. I had to. Because when I read his letter to you, I saw the life you could have had if I had just been quicker in getting to you. That damned dragon!
He is dead now. Smaug. Revenge didn’t taste as sweet as I thought.
You would have had a life with Thorin. I know it. Because he wrote so. He loved you. Dwarves only love once. He was more devastated than he admitted to any of us. I knew he slipped away from us for a long time after the fall of Erebor. I knew he grew quiet. Distant. I never in a million years thought it was because of you too. I thought his family, his people… And here I was grieving you in front of him, burdening him with my own shite.
Yet, he never once said a word. He simply supported me.
He loved you.
You could have been his. He could have been yours.
Maybe this is for the better after all. If you had been here, you would have had to grieve him. The loss of Thorin is one I do not know how to handle.
I wish you were here to help me.
Perhaps the two of you are there in the afterlife, living among the rocks of Erebor, reunited at last.
Stupid.
Dwalin put the pen down and crumpled the letter in his hands with a little more force than necessary. He threw it aside where he watched it land among all the other attempts. Alone in a room in Erebor, finally home, Dwalin thought he might find some solace in a successful quest. But everything felt wrong.
With a sigh, he moved over to his bed and simply… drank himself to sleep, like he usually did. It helped with the nightmares, it helped with the grief, and it put him right to sleep. It was a win win, really.
Balin hated watching him do it, but Balin wasn’t around at the moment. He was on his way to Moria to continue furthering their people’s wealth; to try and retake the mountain. Meanwhile, Dwalin was still stuck in the past, in his grief… doing nothing with his life… or so he thought, at least.
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As the darkness engulfed him, a restless sleep devouring Dwalin, he found that the alcohol actually did very little to help him. Rather than steering him onto a path of just dark, dreamless sleep, Dwalin found himself suddenly standing in his room.
Actually, that wasn’t the best description on where Dwalin found himself. He was in his room, yes, but he was sort of… standing by his bed, watching himself sleep.
It was a weird position to be in, and for a long time, Dwalin did nothing but stare at himself.
Had he died?
Was this the afterlife?
But no, he was breathing… Snoring, actually. It was a rather pitiful sight.
There was a strange humming in the background. As if someone was singing, but it wasn’t one person. It was a vibration so loud it sounded like a thousand people humming. It was peaceful, almost recognizable. As if Dwalin had always heard it in the background whilst walking in the mountain, or out and about.
But he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
The humming was interrupted by a little shuffle in the room behind him. He turned, finding it rather difficult and slow to do so, and watched…
You.
And Thorin.
Both of you looked ten times better than you’d ever done alive, warm peaceful looks on your faces at all times. The two of you were picking up Dwalin’s attempts at writing a letter to you, reading them with your heads held together, arms locked in a loving touch…
“Y/N?” Dwalin asked, staring at his sibling with pure… shock. And Thorin, his king… “Thorin?”
Both of you looked up at him. But it was you who answered Dwalin: “I like your letters. They make me happy.”
Dwalin must have looked quite dumb as he simply stared in shock, because suddenly you began to chuckle. That chuckle… He’d missed it.
“My dear Dwalin,” Thorin said, “you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Both of you chuckled a bit at this.
“You both are…”
“Dead,” you finished for him. “Yes, quite. But that doesn’t mean we’ve left you.”
Thorin nodded along. “We’re always with you. In the rocks that make up your home. In your memories. And we’ll be waiting. Until you’re ready.”
You smiled. Thorin smiled.
…
And far too soon did that ‘dream’ end because suddenly Dwalin woke up with a start in his bed, looking around the room, searching…
He pushed away the bottle of alcohol. His heart lighter, and went back over to the crumpled up drafts of a letter.
Okay… he thought to himself… I’ll keep writing if it makes you two so damn happy.
Chuckling for the first time in a long, long time, he wrote at least twenty long letters in the candlelight, telling the both of you everything that he wanted to. Because he missed you both, and he loved you. And if you two really did read his letters, then he was going to keep at it until he was sure you both knew just how much you meant to him.
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"Untitled Work"
Word Prompt: Slam
Dialogue Prompt: "Your dreams have been a nightmare for everyone who knows you."
Word Count: 213
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Thorin knew he was the same as his grandfather in that instant. He knew, and it ate him alive, but he couldn't stop. No. Every time he considered asking for help, it called to him louder, gnawing at his insides to not change.
So yes, here lay the king of Erebor, serving a much higher god, greed. A god that takes and takes, demands constant worship. And what is Thorin left with? The the cold embrace of Gold, a kingdom that despises its ruler and no one.
Thorin knew he was the same as his grandfather in that instant. He knew the moment the words slipped from his mouth, "Your presence is as insignificant as your courage, Bilbo—a mere shadow pretending to stand in the light." Thorin knew. He saw it in the way Bilbo's eyes sunk, his heart shattering into a million pieces.
Thorin heard it more than felt his body slammed against the walls of the gallery of kings. "You are going to die alone Thorin," Dwalin's words reverberated inside the walls of his skull, "You're going to die alone unless you realize that you dreams have been nightmares for everyone who knows you."
He was alone. Completely. And the receding heavy steps of Dwalin's boots proved his point.
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yk what no i was ROBBED of fili content in the hobbit movies
he's such a good character, and the few central moments with him that we had, they were so perfect and telling of his character.
he's almost always one step behind thorin, he chimes in with plans (when he, balin, and kili are with thorin in bard's house!!!! and he's adding his own thoughts!!!), and he's so fiercely protective that half his lines in the trilogy are just him shouting kili's name
but the main moment of his that always stands out to me and makes me want more screentime for him is when kili is being left behind in laketown, and fili doesn't hesitate to get out of the boat, to stand up to his uncle for his brother's sake. he doesn't hesitate to lose the chance of seeing erebor for the first time with his uncle, he doesn't care that he's thorin's heir, in that moment, he's a big brother whose little brother is hurt, and needs to be taken care of.
he doesn't hesitate to step back, to tell thorin that his place is with his brother, because he's one of the only ones who starts to see the shift in thorin. we could have had such a good secondary gold madness storyline with fili, and yes ik that it's not technically book accurate but yk what idc because he deserved more.
and he's such a strong fighter, teaming up with dwalin and the way he fights the orcs while they're escaping mirkwood, and fighting the goblins, he's one of the best swordsmen and i will have no debates about that.
and don't even get me started about his death because it makes me SO upset that his death happened so quickly and he didn't get any moments with kili or thorin or any final moment with someone who cared about him.
also he's just... so funny for no reason. his swagger when he walks into bag end, "if there's a key, there must be a door" like my love PLEASE put the single braincell of durin's line to use
#someone pls make a compilation of fili just being a Worried Big Brother bc it's my favorite thing#dwalin finding fili just before he dies... mmmmmm yummy angst#bc dwalin is definitely a second father figure to fili#and i will not take any fighting on that your honor#the hobbit#the lord of the rings#fili durin
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⚔️~sometimes a little 💋 hurt is nice isn’t it? ⛈ Here’s a shelf full~
Time for Healing by @floral-and-fine
Fili struggles to heal after loosing his brother and uncle in the battle, but you refuse to give up on him.
I Miss You, No Matter How I Left by @writingfromkitchenator
Fili and you fight before he leave to reclaim Erebor and it haunts him.
Cruelty of Time by @laurfilijames
Fìli’s healing is taking longer than you both would like, causing you frustration and worry, so much so it makes you doubt his existence. He wakes in the middle of the night and takes a bath, sharing a long overdue tender moment with his One that proves to you just how alive he is. This fic includs NSFW and smut.
Return to the Mountain by @asparklethatisblue
After living on the outskirts of society in Ered Luin, not even fully accepted by fellow outcasts, Nori returns to his former home. This time not as a refugee of Erebor, but as the Consort of Lord Dwalin. He is, understandably, very smug about this.
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Little Miss Warrior
Little Miss Warrior
By: Ruth_Oakenshield
WARNING: FOR 18+ AGE READERS only!
Mentions of: Nudity, Smut, fluff, mentions of death.
No permission is given to copy nor reproduce this story without written consent.
All rights reserved by their proper owners.
Chapter 1
You’re out gathering firewood in the nearby forest like your Mother asked you to. It’s getting late and you realize you wandered too far into the forest this time. You curse in Khuzdul and start heading back home to your Parent’s cabin near the village of men. Your Parents settled there after Moria fell and this village of men was where you grew up.
You got to your favourite oak tree when you heard the screeches coming up fast behind you. You froze in horror then heard the screech again… Orcs. You dropped the firewood and climbed up your favourite tree as quickly and as high as the branches would allow. Your Human friends had taught you to climb trees from an early age. You did it so often that you developed an unusual strength in your upper body from having to haul your weight up into the trees you climbed.
You sat in your oak tree, hidden from the Orcs and their keen sense of smell. You watched in horror as they attacked your village and burned the homes. You heard people’s cries and then you saw the filthy Orcs drag your Parents from your home and slay them in front of it.
You bit your lip to keep from crying out, knowing that if you tried to attack, you’d be killed as well. There were too many. All you could do was watch and wait for the orcs to leave.
It seemed like hours passed, but finally they had all left. You waited in the tree till the moon was descending before you finally climbed down and went to see the damage.
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You sat in front of your Parents’ graves at the foot of your beloved oak tree. You mourned their loss and grieved deeply. When you had no more tears to shed, you got up. Said goodbye and went back to the cabin.
You wondered why the Orcs did not burn it like they did the homes of the Humans. But you were thankful it was not burned.
You looked around. It had been ransacked, as if they looked for something, but you quickly realized nothing was missing.
You quickly packed your travel pack with a couple changes of traveling clothes, bedroll, blankets, food, and cooking utensils. You took your battle axes, throwing axes and throwing knives as well as your Father’s jeweled sword that he had hidden in their room under a floorboard. You knew it was there only because he had shown you it and told you of how it came to be in his possession.
You took your Mother’s necklace with the blue sapphires and her earrings and bracelets and rings. Carefully putting them in the pouches you found in a desk drawer and then put them in your inner pocket of your shirt.
You took all the coins your family had and divided them into manageable pouches. You hid them all over your person and in your travel pack.
You looked around and then sighed. “Goodbye home.” You said quietly. “Thank you for the happy memories.” You said as you caressed the door casing where your Mother had measured your height each year until you stopped growing at 5 feet tall.
You walked out of the cabin and the sun was just coming up over the horizon fiery red and making the clouds around it glow red and hot pink and orange. You looked around at the carnage and with tears streaming down your face you started walking East.
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You don’t know how many days you had been traveling. You lost count and figured it no longer mattered. You were filthy and smelled and your hair badly needed washing. You had just fought off a small hunting pack of Orcs and were covered in their blood.
You heard water running nearby and came to a stream that fed into a small lake. You looked around and saw no one. The trees grew almost up to the shoreline of the lake except for where you were standing, on a small sandy beach.
You found a spot in the shade and set your pack and weapons down, dug out your bathing supplies, clean clothes and a towel, and covered your pack and weapons with your cloak. Effectively camouflaging it. Then you undressed and carefully brought your clothes, a throwing axe and dagger, and bathing supplies to the shore.
You washed your dirty clothes first, then hung them on some bushes in the sun to dry. Then you took your bar of soap and found a small piece of drift wood that floated and placed your soap on it. You tied a long leather strip to the wood and then to your ankle so the wood wouldn’t float away with your soap.
You stood on the shore and let your hair down from its bun and braids. You unclipped your beads that your father gave you when you ‘Came of Age’ and the ones he gave you when you mastered hunting and had killed a deer all on your own. He declared you “master huntress.” You smiled at the memory. You carefully placed the beads on a large leaf on top of your clothes, which covered your weapons, and covered the edge of the leaf with a stone.
Then you waded out till the water was at your shoulders and you ducked down under the water to get your hair wet.
You pulled over the floating wood piece and grabbed your soap. You had just gotten your hair all sudsy and washed your face, neck, arms, and upper chest when you heard voices. ‘Oh no! You thought. What am I going to do! I can’t let them see me and I can’t hide in this lake forever! Ugh!!! What horrible timing!’ You thought to yourself and quickly ducked below the water and rinsed off your face, neck, chest and hair. You pulled the wood piece with your soap over to you, then grabbed it and started to swim away under the water.
You slowly peeked your head above the water just until your eyes cleared the surface. Your eyes got huge when you saw 12 dwarves and a smaller figure come onto the beach and plop their gear down near where your pack was hidden.
You saw one white haired Dwarf look out into the lake and then notice your things along the shoreline. “Nonononononono!” You thought as he approached your belongings and squatted down. He picked up the leaf with your beads and examined them. You saw his eyes get wide and then he pulled out a small bag, put the beads into the bag and then tucked it into your clothes.
You watched in horror as he picks up your clothes and towel, your two weapons and moves them over to the tree line where you had your clothes drying. He sets them down by the shore and the tree line then goes back to where the others were setting up camp.
A few minutes later you see the white haired Dwarf talking to two taller ones and they look out to the lake. You quickly duck down and wait a few moments and swim closer to the wooded shoreline. Pleasantly surprised with the depth of the water so close to the shore.
You peek back up over the waterline and see them staring at where you were a moment ago, watching the ripples from where you ducked under the water. Then they look over to where your clothes hang drying. They walk over to them and examine the clothes hanging on the bushes.
You hear one of them say that they look like Dwarvish travel clothes. Another says, “Aye, and a Dwarrowdam’s judging by the size and style.” They look around again trying to find you, but don’t see you.
“Leave these be. Perhaps she is out hunting and will return. When she does, we will talk with her then.” The one with the long, dark hair instructs.
You watch as they rejoin the rest of the group and someone with dark hair and no beard starts stripping and makes a run for the lake. The rest quickly join him and soon they are all in the lake swimming and splashing and having a grand time of getting cleaned up.
You turn away with a blush and slowly swim farther away from the beach and from them.
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“Kili, what are you looking at?” Fili asks as he jumps on his Brother trying to dunk him below the water. Kili comes up sputtering and looks over by the tree line again trying to spot the movement he had seen a moment ago. Thorin notices his intent gaze and comes over.
“Kili, what has caught your attention?” He asks quietly.
“There’s movement…. over there…” he points, “in the water near the shore by those trees! It’s moving away slowly like it doesn’t want to be seen or caught.”
This piques Thorin’s attention. “Stay here. Be on your guard.” He tells his Nephews. He takes a deep breath then ducks under the water and swims for the shoreline by the trees where Kili had spotted the movement. He slowly comes up to the surface and breaches the waterline with his head just enough to see and take some breaths.
He spots movement a little ways away. A dark head of hair slowly moving along the edge of the lake, staying in the shadows.
Thorin takes another deep breath and ducks below the water, he opens his eyes and is surprised he can see quite well in the water. It’s nearly crystal clear. Then he sees a naked Dwarrowdam’s body ahead of him and he is mesmerized but frowns seeing bruises on her. Her hair is quite long and floats like seaweed around her naked body. She is treading water and is beautiful. He suddenly feels himself drawn to her and wonders if she is his One.
He quietly swims up behind her and comes up for air just as she turns. She lets out a shriek and tries to swim away, but Thorin’s hand clamps down on her arm before she gets away. She struggles against him and is trying desperately to escape. He speaks quietly to her, trying to calm her down. He realizes the other Dwarves are probably watching him now that she shrieked.
“Shhhhh now. I won’t hurt you! Calm down and lets talk.” He says as he holds her by the wrist. He can see the fear in her eyes but can also see fire.
“Let me go! How dare you sneak up on me here… like this! Go away! Leave me alone!” You hiss at him and continue tugging at your arm trying to get it out of his strong grasp.
“I apologize for startling you. We were not aware someone was already camping here, and in the lake until we had already set up camp.” He says to you. “Now if you would PLEASE stop struggling, and talk with me, perhaps we can come to an agreement, so you don’t have to spend the night in this cold lake hiding from us…” he says in a smooth, baritone voice that commands attention and respect.
You stop struggling and turn your head to face him. His dark blue eyes open wide when he sees your face. Your heart starts pounding as you look at his handsome face and up into his deep blue, captivating eyes. You quickly crop your gaze and get embarrassed that you are naked before such a handsome being.
He chuckles when he sees you blush and drop your head. “Now, will you come back to the shore and join us for supper if I have my men get out, get dressed and we keep our backs to you so you can do the same?” He asks with twinkling eyes and a raised eyebrow. You look up at him not sure he can be trusted. “And how can I know that you or your men will not sneak a peek?” You ask.
He chuckles. “You have my word, my dear, none of us will look at you until you tell us you are dressed.” He promises. “And how can I know that I can trust your word. I don’t even know any of you.” You say as you try to move away again.
Thorin tightens his grip on your wrist. “I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror. We travel to reclaim our homeland that was taken by Smaug, the dragon.” He explains as he gently pulls you closer to him.
You immediately stop struggling when you hear him say his name and you look at him in shock. He chuckles at your reaction. “Now, will you do my company and I the honor of joining us for supper and tales of adventure?” He asks again as he pulls you towards him. “We mean you no harm and no one will hurt you.” He promises.
“Okay.” You say as you begin to shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you are getting cold or if it’s because you are in the presence of a member of the Royal Family… in a lake…and you both are as naked as the day you were born. He has let go of your arm and is looking at you with an odd look on his face. Just being in this Dwarf's commanding yet quiet presence, you feel safe for the first time since your parents were killed, but you also feel something else… you can’t put it into words.
He lets go of his gaze on you, then quietly says, “Come.” As he gently takes your hand and pulls you along the shoreline near to where your clothing is. Once the two of you get close to the shore, he stops and says, “Wait here with your back to us. When we are out and clothed, I will have my men put their backs to you and I will stand behind them to make sure none try to sneak a peek. I will tell you when you can come out and get dressed.” He looks down at you and asks, “What is your name, my dear?”
You look up into his questioning sapphire eyes and then quickly look down. “Beyla Emberblade” you reply.
“Beyla, I will leave you now to get my men out of the water, so we can all dry off, get dressed and have supper. Promise me you will come join us when you finish dressing.” He asks.
You nod. “I promise.” You reply quietly.
He kisses the top of your head, enjoying the smell of your hair, then turns you to face the tree line.
You hear him swim away and bark orders for everyone to get out of the water, get dried off and dressed quickly then to stand with their backs facing the trees.
You hear a few asking questions and hear Thorin saying something, then you hear them all get out of the water quickly and get dressed. After a few minutes you hear Thorin say your name and that it’s safe for you to come out, dry off and get dressed.
You turn your head and look to see all 13 of them with their backs to you in a line, and Thorin standing between them and you with his back to you as well.
You quickly pull yourself up out of the water and scramble to your clothes that the white haired Dwarf had neatly set by the tree line. You quickly dried off and dressed in the clean clothes. You quickly took down your freshly washed and dried clothes and folded them. Placing them in a neat pile at your feet. You looked at them then said, “Okay. I’m dressed.”
You watch as they turn around slowly and face you. Thorin comes up to you smiling and reaches for your hand. “Come, let me introduce you to my company.” You bend down, place your throwing axe on top of your pile of clothes and you shove your throwing knife into the sheath on your boot. Then you pick up the bag with your hair beads in it and the pile of clothes and you let a Thorin lead you over to his men.
You keep your head down as you follow him. He stops in front of the white haired Dwarf, and you look up to see him smiling brightly at you. “Beyla, this is my friend and advisor, Balin, son of Fundin. Balin this is Beyla.”
Balin gives you a bow and says, “At your service Miss Beyla.”
Thorin then moves to the next Dwarf. “Beyla, this is Dwalin, son of Fundin, my Captain of the Guard and a dear friend. Dwalin is Balin’ Brother. Dwalin, this is Beyla.”
“At your service, Miss Beyla.” He replies with a small bow, eyeing your throwing axe.
Thorin did this introduction for each Dwarf and their Hobbit. They all smiled warmly at you and greeted you with friendly smiles.
Once the introductions were done, the Dwarves began to prepare for supper and rest. You wandered over to the tree line and surprised them all when you removed your cloak from the pack it had hidden, and you put it on.
You heard them gasp as it seemed to them you had disappeared into the trees, so well did the cloak camouflage you. You chuckled and picked up your Father’s sword, wrapping it’s belt around your hips and then you picked up your harness with your axes and then grabbed your pack.
You felt all their eyes on you as you walked back over to the group and looked around for a place to settle in for the night. You noticed a spot near a fallen log that wasn’t too far from the fire, so you plopped your things down there. You unrolled your bed roll and blanket, then dug around in your pack for your sharpening stone and oil, so you could check your weapons’ blades.
The Dwarves watched you as they settled in for the evening and talked quietly. You settled yourself on the log and pulled out your arsenal of throwing knives, daggers, axes and your two battle axes. You sat there checking each one carefully, cleaning off the orc blood from their hilts and sharpening them to a razor sharp edge.
“You have about as many weapons on you as Fili does!” Bofur teases you suddenly. Fili looks up from his discussion with his Brother at the mention of his name. Many of the Dwarves laugh and nod. You look across the fire to the Dwarf with the funny hat, who teased you. He chuckled and smiled. “Do ya know how to use those, Lass, or do ya need someone to teach ya?” He teased.
You looked down at the dagger in your hand and looked back at him laughing with Dwalin. “Thwunk”
Bofur looks down on the tree stump he was sitting on. Your dagger a few inches from his crotch.
Dwalin and the other Dwarves roar laughing at Bofur’s surprised expression. He pulls the dagger out of the stump and looks at it surprised you threw it and where it landed. “Please tell me you meant to throw it there and not at me chest!” He teases. You give him a devilish smirk. Dwalin roars laughing and pats Bofur on the back.
“Nice.” Bofur rolls his eyes and says. “Did you craft this yourself?” He asks as he examines the dagger. Dwalin stops laughing and looks at you to see your reply. He frowns when all you do is look down into your lap at its twin dagger in your hand. “No.” Is all you say.
Dwalin takes the dagger from Bofur and examines it. “I’ve seen this dagger before! But it’s been such a long time ago I can’t remember where or who had it!” He exclaims.
Thorin sits up and looks at him then over to you. “Let me see it.” Thorin demands.
Dwalin hands it to him and Thorin looks at it then realizes who it belonged to.
“Where did you get Lord Danvar’s daggers? And is that not the Lord’s sword as well?” He asks pointing to the sword at your hip.”
Everyone went silent and stared at you….
Chapter 2
“Beyla, I asked you, where did you get Lord Danvar’s daggers and sword?!?” Thorin asks you a second time when you did not reply.
You shudder at his tone. “They were my Grandfather’s.” you mumble quietly.
The Dwarves just stare at you in shock. Finally, Balin looks from Thorin to you and chuckles. He takes the dagger from Thorin and brings it back over to you. Balin holds it out to you with his palm open and the dagger resting on it. “Here Lass.” he says softly.
You look up at him and he smiles warmly. You take the dagger and check the blade for any damage from the tree stump. Balin sits next to you on the log, watching you put away your weapons as you finish cleaning and sharpening each one. The daggers and knives into your boots’ sheaths and some on your thigh’s sheath, some into your clothing.
“Beyla” how did you end up here? Where are your traveling companions?” Balin asks you the question they’ve all been wondering since you came up out of the water.
“I have none.” you simply reply as you play with the edge of your throwing axe. Balin looks up at his Brother and Thorin, concerned. Thorin comes around the fire and stands in front of you with his pipe in his hand. He squats down and tries to look you in the face, but you look down at your foot instead.
He takes your chin gently in his hand and tilts your head, so it is even with his face. “Beyla, why are you traveling alone? Where is your family?” you keep your eyes closed and feel them start to burn with tears.
Balin scoots over on the log and places a hand on yours, giving it a small squeeze. “It’s all right Lass, you can tell us what happened.” he encourages.
You sigh and open your eyes, feeling the tears start to roll down your cheeks.
“They’re dead.” was all you could manage to get out before closing your eyes and quietly letting the tears fall.
Thorin looked at Balin worried. Balin shooed Thorin away and he wrapped you up in an embrace and let you cry. He rubbed your back and murmured to you that you’d be okay now. They would keep you safe.
Once you had calmed down, he asked you what happened. “Grandpa and Poppa fought in the battle for Moria. They had been out on patrol when the Dwarves in Moria were attacked by orcs and goblins and the Balrog was awoken. They managed to get Grandma and a few others out when they realized what had happened and went to try to save the Kingdom.
Grandpa was mortally wounded and gave his sword and daggers to Poppa telling him to take Grandma and the others and flee to someplace safer. Poppa did as he was told and He, Grandma and a Dwarrowdam all settled in the village I was born in. Poppa married the Dwarrowdam, my mother, and they lived with his mother until she died of old age. A few years later I was born to him and Momma.
I’m not sure how long I have been wandering the wilderness now. Our village was attacked while I was in the forest gathering wood for Momma. I heard the cries of the Orcs and quickly climbed my favourite Oak tree almost to the top and hid. I watched as a huge hoard of orcs attacked and burned my village and I saw them kill my Parents. I hid in the tree until they had all left and the moon was on it’s downward journey to the horizon.
I climbed out of the tree, buried my Parents at the tree’s roots, and then salvaged what I could from our home and left. For some reason they ransacked my Parents’ house, but took nothing and did not burn it like they did to the others. I do not know what they searched for, but I quicky took Father’s sword from it’s hiding place in the floor and his daggers and a few other things and left as quickly as I could. I’ve been wandering ever since.
Somehow I ended up in Lothlorien and Lady Galadrial gave me this cloak after hearing my tale and seeing Father’s weapons.
She told me to wander to the East and I would find a new home and my One. I do not know what she meant by that, but I did wander East. Beorn, the big bear skinchanger, welcomed me into his home after he found me hurt and bleeding in his pastures. His magnificent and huge horses had found me and protected me from the Orcs who had been following me. He chased away the orcs and nursed me back to health. He gave me provision when I told him I needed to leave, and he told me I was always welcome there.
I wandered to Mirkwood and camped at the entrance for a few days, feeling uneasy entering it’s borders after the warning I got from Beorn. One day a red haired Elleth met me at the entrance and welcomed me to the Woodland Realm. She took me to meet Legolas and Thranduril. They let me stay there a while and then, when I was ready, they let me leave and told me I was always welcomed there.
I ventured to Dale to find it in ruin and so continued on to Lake Town. I disliked it there. The Master was cruel and greedy and his men reminded me of slippery eels. I left there quickly and wandered more. The Lonely mountain was barricaded shut and no one answered when I called out, I suppose it was abandoned. I had heard talk in Laketown of a Dragon that had attacked it a long time ago. So, when I left, Laketown, I stopped at the mountain to see if it was truly still abandoned. I guess it was. So, I continued traveling East.
I met Dain of the iron hills, who offered to let me stay with them for the winter. He taught me to use my weapons and how to forge new ones, and begged me to stay there with his Dwarrow, but I refused. I didn’t feel comfortable in the iron hills.
My spirit seems to be restless, searching for something, but I don’t know what it is, and I can’t find anyplace that feels like home and calms my spirit.” you tell Balin, not realizing that the entire company had gone quiet to hear your tale.
“I traveled as far East as I could, then came back to the west, thinking that perhaps I missed something on my journeying. I eventually came upon this lake this afternoon after fighting off another small band of Orcs, and decided to rest here for a while and get cleaned up. The sound of the water and the peacefulness of the atmosphere appealed to me. So, I set my pack and weapons down, covered them with my cloak after I had pulled out my things to bathe and fresh clothes, and decided to wash my dirty clothes first, so they could dry as I bathed. I had just washed my hair and face when I heard you all coming and went under the water and to the edge of the tree line.” you explained.
“When you saw my things, why did you move them over to the tree line and why did you put my beads into this bag?” you ask Balin as you held up the bag.
Balin smiled. “Lass I was good friends with your Grandfather. I remember your Father showing me the beads he had just proudly made for the One he would court if he found her. I recognized his crest on them and knew you must either be his One or his child. When I saw the huntress’ beads I realized they were most likely belonging to his Daughter.
I put them into the bag so they would not get lost amongst the sand if they got bumped off the leaf. I moved your clothing and weapons, because I know these lads quite well and your belongings would’ve ended up wet and you would’ve had to climb out of the water in amongst this rabble instead of the privacy you should have. So, I put them where you could climb out and have more privacy, thanks to Thorin there rounding this rabble up and making them face away.” he explained with a grin.
“I am sorry for the loss of your family, my dear. Do you not have any siblings or other family you can go to?” Balin asked.
You shook you head. “I have no one, Sir. I am an orphan now, but I take care of myself, though I miss my family dearly.”
You yawn and apologize for it. “You are tired, aren’t you lass.” Balin states.
You nod.
Balin takes a bowl of stew from Bofur who was passing them out and he hands it to you. “Eat Lass, then you can lie down and go to sleep.” he tells you, then takes a bowl from Bofur for himself and gets up to go sit with his Brother and talk for a while.
You sit and eat, nervous because Thorin and several others are watching you, all be it discreetly. You finish your bowl of stew and bring it to Bombur and thank him for making supper. He smiles and asks if you’d like any more. You shake your head and thank him anyway.
You head back to your pack and dig through it looking for your hairbrush and comb. You find them and then get up and walk down the shoreline as far away from the camp as you can get. You sit down in the sand and start to comb out your snarled and tangled hair. You curse up a storm in Khuzdul because you didn’t comb it out when it was wet and now your hair has dried and is in knots you can’t seem to get undone. You give up and lean forward and look into the lake. Then you get an idea.
You lay down on your belly and dunk your head into the water, so your whole head is now submerged. You reach up and swish your hair in the water to make sure it all gets wet. Then you flip your head back as you quicky get up onto your knees and hear someone sputter. You whirl around to see Kili and Fili behind you soaked by your hair flinging water everywhere.
“Just what do you think you two were doing???” you ask.
“Uncle sent us to keep you safe.” they said sheepishly. “We thought you were going to fall in. What were you doing?” Fili asked as he came up to you and sat down next to you and threw pebbles into the lake.
Kili plopped down into the sand on the other side of you and looked at you. “You’re gonna get sick going to bed with wet hair out here.” he said as he pulled a strand from off your forehead.
“I needed to get it wet, so I could get it combed back out. It dried before I could get the snarls and tangles combed out and the snarls were just too much to handle.” you explain.
“You should try the oil Uncle uses for his. It keeps it from getting all tangled up during the day.” Fili states.
You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What oil is it? Maybe I could get some in the next market I happen upon.” you state.
Kili giggles. “Or we could lend you some.” he says.
You raise your eyebrow at him and say, “Lend me some, or do you mean steal it from his pack and give it to me?” Kili giggled at you catching on to his meaning and getting caught by you.
Just then Balin came up and scolded the boys for pestering you. He shooed them back over to the fire. “You okay, Lass.” he asked as he came over.
You nod. “I’m just trying to get my hair combed out so I can rebraid it with my Father’s braid and the huntswoman braid he had placed in my hair, but I’m afraid I was never able to master them before he died.” you say realizing you had no way to redo them properly. Balin knelt down and saw you were close to tears.
“I know you don’t have any family left, Lass, but if you would allow it, I know how to do the huntswoman braid and can help you with that one at least. I saw my Mother do it often enough”
You look up at Balin and smile. “Please?” you ask.
He chuckles. “Get it combed out and I will do the huntswoman braid for you. What will you do for the other family braids?” he asks cautiously.
You begin combing your hair, starting at the ends and working your way up in sections. “I don’t have family anymore.” you say sadly. What does one do when there’s no family left to tie yourself to?” you ask him. He sits down next to you and thinks as he looks out on the stillness of the lake.
“Some Dwarrow, especially Dwarrowdams, will be adopted by a close friend of the family if she loses her Parents unexpectedly. If the Dwarrow are young children who are orphaned, they will usually be adopted by another family and will take their name and lineage. I guess it is up to you. What would you like to do?” He asks.
You think for a while as you finish combing out your incredibly long hair. Balin watches you, mesmerized at how long your hair is. “Have you ever cut your hair lass?” he finally asks.
You stop combing your hair midway through the section you were on. “No, it’s never been cut, other than to remove split ends. Though, I thought about chopping it short when my Parents died, out of mourning. But then I remembered Momma saying, the day before the orc attack, how she never wants to see my hair cut. She loved how long it was and was always playing with it.” you tell him.
He nodded.
“Okay, Master Balin, could you do my huntswoman braids now?" you ask.
He smiles and stands up. “Here, Lass, hand me your comb.” he says as he holds out his hand. You give him your comb and he sections off a piece of your hair on the side, just behind your ear, and begins to do the huntswoman braid he saw his Mother put in her hair every day when he was a little pebble of a Dwarf.
He enjoyed the soft feel of your damp hair and took his time with the braid, making sure it was tight enough to stay in once your hair dried completely. When he reached the end of the braid, you handed him the huntswoman bead your Father had crafted for you.
Then Balin moved to the other side of you and parted another section to do the other huntswoman braid on that side. Again, taking his time and making sure the hair was smoothed and tight enough, so the braid wouldn’t come loose. He finished and you handed him the other bead. You sighed and looked down at the two other beads sitting on the pouch.
“Balin, what do I do with these? I have no family now. These beads…” you couldn’t finish the sentence as tears rolled down your cheeks. Balin came and sat by you again. He pulled out a long leather strip from his pocket, and strung the two beads onto the strip. Then he looped the strip around your neck and tied it in the back. He carefully lifted up your long hair and slid it out from under the leather strip. Then he smoothed your hair back down. “Just keep them on this for now. If we can reclaim our home in Erebor, and I survive, I will make you a fine mithril chain to put them on and you can do with them as you wish.” he offers.
“You remind me a lot of Poppa.” you tell him quietly.
He chuckles. “Your Father was a good Dwarf, Beyla. He was a captain of the guard in Moria for many years and we became good friends when I had to travel there as an emissary for King Thror.” Balin told you. “He would be proud of the warrior his Lass has become.” he said gently as he rubbed your back.
You looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you Balin.”
He chuckled again. “Any time Lass. Now it’s getting late, go to sleep now and get some rest. Someone will be on watch so don’t worry your pretty little head about anything.” he said as he stood and helped you up. The two of you walked back to the camp.
He chuckled when he saw where Kili and Fili had placed their bed rolls… one on each side of yours. You rolled your eyes and looked at him for help. Balin just chuckled and said, “Don’t worry lass, you’ll be safe. They won’t do much more than cuddle or steal your blankets during the night”
You sighed, took off your Father’s sword and leaned it up against the log by your pack. You unhook your throwing axes from their harnesses at your hips and set them under your pillow. Earning a chuckle from Dwalin. Then you laid down, curled up under your blanket and went to sleep.
You didn’t notice when the two Durin boys laid down on either side of you and wrapped their arms over you making a Durin sandwich. Thorin, Balin and Dwalin all chuckled at the picture. Dwalin looks over at Balin and asked, “What were you doing with her by the lake?”
Balin chuckled, “Don’t worry, Brother, I’m too old for courting her. She needed help putting in the huntswoman braids. I remembered watching our Mother put them into her hair every morning, so I told her I could do them for her if she liked. She said she was never able to master it and she doesn’t know how to do her family’s braids. She said she wouldn’t wear them any longer since she no longer has a family.” he said sadly.
Dwalin grunted and looked back at you in the midst of the Durin boys. “Well they sure took a liking to her.” Balin chuckles. “I think it’s just that they aren’t the youngest ones anymore and they are curious about her and her past.” Balin muses.
Thorin doesn’t say anything, but wonders if he was right in thinking you were his One or not. He offers to take first watch and Balin tells him to wake him for the second watch. Thorin nods and goes to sit on the rock by the tree line.
Dwalin looks over to his Brother and says, “10 gold coins says she will be snuggling with Kili by the morning.” Balin looks at them and then at his Brother. “Nay, brother, she will be snuggling our King by morning.” he says with a wink.
Dwalin looks at him in surprise and grins. “Shake on it?”
Balin grins and nods. They shake and get ready to sleep.
Balin isn’t able to sleep and just watches across the fire as you spin in your sleep. Wrapping yourself up like a burrito. When ever you shift a ¼ turn, the two boys tighten their grip and after you reposition yourself, they finally relax their grip on you. After a while you have unwound yourself from your blanket and Fili somehow gets a hold of it and steals it. Balin chuckles quietly watching the scene.
He sees you start to shiver and Kili pulls you over to him and snuggles up with you and unconsciously wraps you up in his blanket and shares it with you. For a while you calm down and then Balin notices you start to get upset again and try to roll away from Kili. He tries to pull you closer but you pry his fingers off your waist and you fling the blanket off and roll back to the middle. You tuck his blanket back into his arm and he cuddles the blanket and leaves you alone.
You lay on your side facing Kili and after a while you start to shiver again. You sit up and look around for your blanket. You see Fili has it over himself and you smack him and take it back.
Balin chuckles quietly when your smack barely fazes Fili. He just grunts and rolls over to you and grabs you and pulls you against him. You groan and cover yourself with the blanket. Things quiet down for a while and Thorin comes to tell Balin it’s his turn for watch.
“Haven’t you slept, Balin?” Thorin asks with a yawn.
“No, Laddie, I couldn’t sleep. Been entertained with your Nephews fighting over Beyla and her blanket in their sleep.”
Thorin raises an eyebrow and Balin tells him what he observed.
Thorin chuckled. “Fili always the blanket thief. Kili was always crying because Fili stole his blanket when they’d sleep, and he'd wake up cold. But then Kili would just snuggle up to Fili when he got cold, and Fili would automatically pull him against his chest, and they’d share body heat and fall back to sleep. I don’t think they even realize they do that anymore. It’s just automatic for them.” Thorin says.
To prove his point, Kili wakes up a little, is cold and crawls over to Beyla and Fili and snuggles against Beyla’s back and goes back to sleep. Balin and Thorin chuckle and Balin gets up to take watch. Thorin lays down on his bedroll near where Balin’s was and just laid there watching his Nephews with you. After a while you started to squirm, rolled over and pushed Kili away from you and then pried off Fili’s arms and sat up and quietly groaned.
He watched in amusement as you climbed up onto the big log that served as your headboard for your sleeping area and curled up and threw the blanket over you and tried to go to sleep.
Kili got cold again and snuggled over to Fili who wrapped his arms around his Brother and the two went back to sleep completely unaware that you had escaped them. Thorin grinned.
Thorin watched you for a while. The sweat that was glistening on your face and soaked your sleep shirt when you first woke up and escaped his Nephews seemed to dry quickly as you lay curled up on the fallen tree. He closed his eyes and just laid there listening to the crickets. After a while he heard you get up and cracked his eye open just enough to see you walk quietly over to Balin and say something. Balin chuckled and said something back. Then he heard you walk over and stop in front of him. He opened his eye and glanced up at your trembling form.
He chuckled and opened his fur for you to come snuggle. “Come, you look cold.” he said to you.
You knelt down and nodded. “Is it ok?” you ask unsure.
“Come here, Lass. I will keep you warm and safe.” he tells you.
You cautiously lie down with your blanket wrapped around you. You scoot back towards him, so your back is against his chest. He wraps his fur around you, and you are instantly warm.
“Your Nephews are a pain to sleep between. One steals my blanket, and the other is so blazing hot, I feel like I’m being roasted alive! And don’t get me started on the two of them making a Durin sandwich with me in the middle. Way. Too. Warm!” you quietly tell Thorin.
You hear his chuckle rumble in his chest. “No worries now, my dear, go to sleep. Tell me if you get too warm and I will adjust the fur for you to help cool you off.” Thorin tells you.
You sigh contentedly and fall asleep. Balin chuckles as he sees you snuggle in to Thorin’s fur and when he doesn't see you squirming any further he realizes you fell asleep.
Come morning you wake to hear a bag of coins land by Balin’s head. You glance up and see Dwalin frowning at Balin and Balin winks at you and grabs the bag. Kili and Fili are asking the other Dwarves where you disappeared to and Balin keeps his mouth shut and just chuckles.
Thorin hasn’t moved and is still laying on his bedroll watching the scene with amusement. No one noticed your dirty feet sticking out of the bottom of his fur lined coat. His hand still resting on your waist under the coat. He squeezes it gently telling you to stay put. You just rest there and enjoy the trick that the two of you are playing on them.
Bombur gets the breakfast going and Thorin still has not moved from his bed roll. “You feeling all right, Uncle?” Fili askes as he squats down and looks at his Uncle.
“Never better.” Thorin replies with a smirk.
“Then why aren’t you up like you normally are?” Fili asks.
Thorin grins, “Because I am enjoying the morning and the beautiful sunrise.” he says and as Fili and Kili turn to look at the sunrise Thorin nudges you to sit up. You do and when they turn back, they see you sitting there wrapped in his fur and rubbing your eyes.
The two Durin Boys look at their Uncle with mouths agape. “How did you end up with Uncle, when you were between the two of us when we went to sleep last night?” Kili says surprised.
You smirk. “Well, I got tired of my blanket being stolen, and then getting pulled against the two of you blazing furnaces and being roasted alive! So, I went to lie down elsewhere and got cold. Thorin saw me shivering and said I could lay down under his fur and he would keep me warm and promised he wouldn’t steal my blanket.” you tease.
They just look at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. The two boys let out a huff and go back to their bedrolls bickering about who’s fault it is you ended up with their Uncle.
Thorin sits up and chuckles, then frowns as he watches you stand and stretch and walk over to your pack. He watches as you pick up all your stuff and haul it over to the water’s edge. You shake out your bed roll and roll it carefully and attach it to your pack. Then you shake out your blanket and go to fold it as well. You pause in folding it, realizing it now smells like Thorin. You grin and huff his scent as you finish folding the blanket and tuck it in with your bedroll.
Then you take out your soap and a cloth and wash your face, neck, and chest. You feel all sweaty again and wish you had time to bathe properly before leaving. Thorin watches you and then looks up at the sunshine. He goes over to Balin and asks him if they can afford to spare a day here and rest on the lake shore.
Balin grins and nods. “Aye, we have time for that.”
Thorin tells everyone to enjoy the day and rest / relax and that they will leave the next morning. Everyone lets out a hoot and both Kili and Fili strip down to their sleep pants and make a run for the lake. They jump in and start racing to see who can swim to the other side of the lake first. You look up and chuckle, wishing you could do that.
Thorin comes over and stands by you and watches his Nephews’ antics.
“I am sorry my Nephews made it for a miserable night of sleep for you.” he says quietly as he sits down next to you, still watching them swim. “It wasn’t ALL miserable.” you tease. “I was pretty comfortable after you let me lay down next to you.” you say with a smirk. You see his cheeks and ears turn pink at your remark.
“What will you do now?” he asks. “Where will you go?” he says and looks at you. You look down at your hands and shrug. “I don’t know.” you say.
Chapter 3
Thorin sits next to you quietly for a while, watching his Nephews swim and play in the water. After a bit, Bilbo comes down and joins you.
"Thorin, do you think it wise that we stay here another day? Shouldn't we be moving on?" he asks.
You chuckle.
"Bilbo," Thorin says, "... it is perfectly safe here. We are far enough from the tree line, that nothing can sneak up on us, we have the protection from any weather, and a water source. We will be fine. We can spare a day to rest and just relax after all the running we have been doing. Now go, relax and enjoy the day's break from traveling."
Bilbo nods, stands, and wanders off to join Bofur and Bombur to look for some berries for breakfast.
You chuckle and watch him leave. Then you turn to finish packing your belongings. You pull out a comb and run it through your long, dark hair. Thorin watches you as you carefully untangle a few knots and curse a bit in Khuzdul as some were being stubborn. Thorin chuckles, "Here, let me get some oil for you to use. It helps gets the knots out and will keep your hair from getting tangled. Wait here." he says and then stands and walks to his pack and pulls out a small bottle of oil.
He comes walking back and sits down behind you. "Will you permit me to apply the oil to your hair?" he asks nervously.
You nod and sit still. You hear the bottle click as Thorin opens it and pours some into his palm. He sets the bottle carefully in the sand next to him and he rubs his palms together, coating them in the oil. He takes a deep breath and begins to finger comb your hair, working it into the long, soft strands of dark hair. He would carefully pick out the knots in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard and would work the kinked hair with his oiled fingers until it worked itself straight. You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes.
Balin watched from the campsite, chuckling at Thorin's bold action. Dwalin came over with an armload of firewood he had collected. When he saw Balin chuckling, he asked, "What's so funny, Brother?"
Balin nodded over towards the shoreline where Thorin sat oiling your hair and removing the tangled knots.
Dwalin's eyebrows raised, and he looked at you two surprised. "Well, he's moving in mighty quick." Dwalin said chuckling.
Balin just grinned. "He knows the story behind the Lass' Grandfather's sword and daggers. He also knows she is alone now and knows she will need protection if Azog finds out she has the weapons." Balin states. "I think he's enamoured with her and fascinated by how long she has survived on her own without travel companions. It wouldn't surprise me if he asked to court her and invites her with us by tonight." Balin tells his Brother.
"Well, none of us will complain about it." Dwalin says chuckling as he stacks the firewood off to the side. "Care for a swim, Brother?" he asks.
Balin looks up at the sun, just starting to peek out above the treetops. "Aye, I think that sounds lovely." he replies. They both strip, down to their underclothes and head for the lake.
Thorin sees them coming and turns to block your view of them entering the lake as he works on oiling the hair on the side of your head.
Finally, he finishes oiling your hair and reaches down and takes the comb from your hand. Your eyes dart open since you almost fell asleep. You look up at him confused. "Allow me to comb through your hair to make sure all the knots are out?" Thorin asks.
You smile and nod.
He grins and begins to slowly run the comb through your hair, being careful not to snag your braids. He finds a few knots near your neck under the outer part of the hair. He gently parts your hair horizontally from ear to ear and twists it into a knot. He takes a large bead out of his pocket and clips it up and out of the way. Then he gently pushes your head down to open the space at your neck, so he can work the knots out. He puts a bit more oil in his palm and gently works it into the knot and surrounding hair. Slowly he picks out the knots and smooths the hair strands. Thorin runs the comb through the bottom half of your hair and sees all the knots are out and the hair is nice and smooth now.
He sighs, sad that he is done and unclips your top section of hair. He combs through it once more, smoothing it all down. The sun hits it, and it shines like a raven's black wings.
Thorin sighs and hands you back your comb. "There, all the knots are out, and they should not give you any problems for the day." he tells you. "Will you stay with us and join our company?" he asks as you tuck your comb back into the bag. You look up at him and are surprised to see his azure eyes boring into you as if he was searching for something, some answer that only you could give.
"I don't know..." you reply. "how would it look if a Dwarrowdam traveled with so many male Dwarves and a Hobbit on such an adventure? Surely people would assume inappropriate things!" you say quietly.
Thorin Chuckles. "Do not worry about such things, Ghivashel (treasure of all treasures), we will treat you properly. No one will force themselves on you in such a manner. Though if you decide to share any one Dwarf's bed, none will complain. Dwarrowdams are treasured by us and fiercely protected. I cannot in clear conscience let you leave and continue to travel alone without our protection. Please, stay with us, let us protect you now." Thorin said quietly as he traced the side of your face with his fingers gently.
You shivered. You looked up into his eyes, that were dilating, and you could see desire in them, and love. You shivered again and closed your eyes as he continued to caress your face, then moved his hand to caress your neck. Gently brushing your hair from your shoulder. You felt his calloused fingers caress your bare shoulder and it sent tingles throughout your body. He watched your reactions to him intently and grinned when you closed your eyes and didn't stop him from caressing your soft skin. Oh, Mahal, did he want to take you! Right there on the beach, but propriety kept him in check.
"Ghivashel, will you stay with us? Stay with me? Help us reach Erebor and if we succeed in killing the dragon, will you stay and help us rebuild?" he purred into your ear as he shifted closer to you.
You shivered at his hot breath on your bare neck as he slowly leaned down and whispered in your ear. "Will you let me court you, Ghivashel? You are my One, and I can't stand the thought of you with another or wandering the wilds any longer alone and unprotected. Please, Ghivashel?" He whispers as he begins to gently kiss and nibble your neck and shoulder.
Your breath hitches and you are lost in the feelings he is creating inside you. His words swirling around in your mind. "You want me???" you ask quietly. "I am nobody. No one. I have no family to belong to any longer!" you say quietly, confused by his confession to you.
"Then be mine, belong to me, Amrâlimê." he rumbles into your ear with his rich, velvety, baritone voice.
You shiver and he grins when he sees goosebumps rise on your skin. "Be miiinnnee." he whispers again with an even lower tone this time and he nibbles on your ear and peppers your neck with kisses.
You turn to face him, tears in your eyes. You look up to his face and see he is serious, and you drop your gaze. He sees this and gently grasps your chin and tilts it up towards his face again. "Do you doubt my words?" he asks quietly.
You shake your head, no. "Then what is it, Amrâlimê?" he asks, worried you will reject him.
"I'm not worthy of your love, my King." you say almost in a whisper. "I do not deserve such love and adoration. I am just a worthless orphan." you barely get out as tears begin to silently roll down your cheeks.
Thorin smiles sadly and moves to sit in front of you. "Amrâlimê, look at me." he says quietly, "You deserve so much more than what you give yourself credit for. You are beautiful, inside, and out. You captured my heart from the moment I first saw you. I will love no other but you, Beyla. You are a rare treasure to all of us, and especially to me! Please, let me into your life, let me court you, let me love you and worship you, let me provide for you and protect you the best that I am able to." he pleads as he wipes your tears with his thumbs.
You look up into his wonderful azure eyes and nod. "Okay." you whisper. He gives you the biggest smile you have ever seen, and his eyes light up with happiness and joy. He takes you into a tight embrace and gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. "Oh, thank you Amrâlimê! Thank you!" he whispers to you.
Finally, he lets you go and then asks. "Will you allow me to give you courting braids, my Love?"
You nod shyly.
He carefully sections off your hair at the front of your face, and carefully starts to weave it into his courting braid. He fastens it with the long, thin, courting bead he crafted as a young Dwarrow. It was beautifully carved with his insignia and faceted with slivers of the Arkenstone and sapphires of Durin Blue. It looked striking against your dark, straight locks.
He moved to the other side of your face and sectioned off the other bit of hair and wove the second courting braid into it and clipped the end with the second courting bead. He moved back in front of you and examined how it looked. He was beaming and his eyes twinkled with such happiness that you couldn't help but blush and grin.
You could hardly believe that the King of Erebor wanted to court you and make you his! He seemed too good to be true. You kept waiting to wake up from this lovely dream to find that you were alone and had fallen asleep on the beach; but there he was, kneeling in front of you, grinning from ear to ear. His large, strong, calloused hands gently cupping your face as if it were delicate porcelain.
Suddenly his lips were crashing into yours and he again held you in a tight embrace. "I love you, Ghivashel." he said. You kissed him back with the same fervor and he grinned as he kissed you.
Suddenly you see his Nephews sneaking up behind him and before you could do anything a huge wave of water came crashing onto the two of you and the two Nephews are swimming away as fast as they could.
Thorin is caught off guard and when the wave of cool water hits him, he breaks the kiss and gasps. Growling he turns to see who had the gall to interrupt his make out session with you. Dwalin is laughing, "Get a room, you two!" and Kili and Fili are swimming away giggling.
You giggle and Thorin turns back to you with a mischievous grin. You quickly realize where his Nephews picked up that look.
Before you could scramble away, he picked you up and carried you to the deeper end of the lake where you had scrambled out the day before. He kissed you and held you close to him as he toed off his boots and set you down. You looked at him confused for a moment as you watched him strip down to his underclothes and then came over to you and helped you out of your overtunic and skirt. He took you in his arms, kissed your nose, then grinned and jumped into the lake with you in his arms. You shrieked realizing what he was doing a second before your bodies hit the water.
You came up sputtering and teeth chattering. Thorin was laughing and held you close against his body. You could feel every inch of him and it sparked a fire in you. He saw it light your eyes and he grinned and began to kiss you slowly and tenderly. Deepening the kiss and pressing his tongue against your lips seeking entrance.
You parted your lips allowing him to explore and you lost yourself in his ministrations. You moaned quietly as he caressed your back and held your head. His member becoming hard against your belly. Your desire to feel it inside you growing by leaps and bounds as he continued kissing you.
When he broke for air, he peppered your neck and shoulder with more feathery light kisses and love nips. "Oh, Mahal, do I ever want you. Right here, right now." he whispered. You reached up and wrapped your arm around his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair.
"I am yours, my King." you whisper and snake a leg around his strong thigh. He groans and pulls you flush with his body and begins to grind against you. You both moaning softly and panting with want. He reaches down and loosens the ties on his under pants, letting them float down to his ankles. You grin as he pulls you close again and tries to fumble with yours. You take his hand and pull it away. "No need to untie them. You whisper. He looks at you puzzled. You lead his hand down to your crotch and show him the bloomers you wear have no crotch. He grins wickedly and again pulls you flush. "May I?" he asks.
You nod.
He gently rubs himself against your opening, the two of you enjoying the feelings it is creating. You feel him at your entrance, slowly throbbing. He holds you close and kisses you feverishly. Once he feels you're adequately distracted he plunges into you as he takes your mouth in a breath taking kiss. You moan and hold onto him tightly. He gives you a moment to acclimate to his large size and girth.
When he feels you relax, he gently begins to thrust in and out of you. You close your eyes and put your forehead against his, the two of you sharing breaths and pants. Slowly he works his way with you into the shaded tree line where no one was swimming and he continued to make love to you, thrusting in and out of you with want and desire gradually building to a feverish pitch.
He pushed your back against the side of the lake thanking Mahal this end of the lake was just deep enough to cover you both to your necks yet shallow enough for him to touch the bottom. He took you, letting himself go and with feverish kisses and love nips he made you his and the two of you moaned deeply in pleasure as you both tumbled over the edge of orgasm, and he filled you with his heat and seed.
Panting there in the shadows, he held you close and caressed your body as the two of you came down from the high of climax. He continued to slowly thrust into you, so as to stay hard and stay joined together. He loved how you felt encasing him to the hilt with your hot, deep cavern. He loved how your walls caressed his length with each stroke and how they milked him as he came deep in your cave.
He moaned deeply into your neck as he thrusted slowly into you again and again. He made love to you there all morning, ignoring the teasing and taunts from the company that made you blush. Finally, they all got out, leaving the lake to the two of you and they dried off. Smelling the scent of lunch cooking on the campfire. Thorin grinned. "Are you hungry, Amrâlimê?" he asked you after you both came for the umpteenth time that morning. "Only for you, my King." you replied.
He growled and took you again, this time hard and fast. "I am all yours, my Love. You shall have me whenever you wish." he told you.
"Mmmmmmmmm, you feel divine!" you reply, "So hard, so large, you fill me full and caress every pleasurable inch of me. I wish we could stay like this forever." you whisper into his ear and then nibble on it, driving him to thrust faster and harder. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh. MMMMMMMmmmmmm. More, Thorin, don't stop!" you groan in his ear.
He wraps you in a vice like grip, and thrusts a few more times, groaning loudly as he struggles to not come until he undoes you. You lean back and it changes the angle just enough for him to suck your breast as he fucks you and that is what it took to make you come with a loud groan of his name.
He groans yours and comes, filling you so full with heat, you feel it oozing out around his member. He collapses onto you as you both float there in the water, your head anchoring you both to the bank of the lake, panting hard and clinging to each other.
You hear loud shouts and laughter coming from the camp. You giggle when Dwalin hollers out to the two of you, "You two coming te eat or are you going to fuck around in the lake all day and be wrinkled prunes by tonight? Come on, the food's getting cold!" Then you hear the company roar with laughter.
Thorin's belly grumbles, making you giggle. "Worked up an appetite, did you?" you tease. He looks up at you and grins. Then promptly fucks you again as an answer. Making you giggle and laugh as he gives you light kisses all over your neck and just when he was about to come, he latches onto your shoulder and starts to suck you hard. You moan and feel the heat pooling between your legs, suddenly it releases, and you cry out as he thrusts and joins you in a sweet release.
"MINE!" He says grinning when he sees the mark on your juncture of your neck and shoulder. You giggle and he begins to work his way back to the shoreline where your clothes sit. He manages to get ahold of his underpants and pulls them back up around his waist after he pulls out of you, making you whimper. He grins wickedly. "Are you not satiated?" he asks.
You smirk. "I could get addicted to you." you simply reply. " I like the way you make me feel." you say shyly.
He just grins and kisses you silly. He climbs out of the lake and helps you out as well, being careful to keep his body between yours and the company's. You both dry off and get dressed. He smooths out your hair and grins. "I might need to comb it out again for you, Love." he teases.
You just chuckle and nod.
The two of you walk back to your travel pack and you pick it up, he grabs and closes the bottle of hair oil, and the two of you head back to camp for lunch. You both receive much teasing and ribbing when they see you two approach and that you now have Thorin's courting beads and braids in your hair. They hoot and holler and cheer. Making you blush a deep red. Much to theirs and Thorin's amusement.
You set your stuff down by Thorin's and Bombur hands you a bowl of rabbit meat and mashed potatoes and root veggies. You thank him and he gives you a small bowl of berries as well, and a smile. Thorin comes and sits next to you. He tosses the bottle of hair oil into your pack, and the two of you relax and eat, enjoying the banter tossed about between the company.
"So, did you two enjoy the swim this morning?" Bofur teases.
You giggle and nod. "I take it she's comin' with us then?" he asks Thorin.
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You nod.
"Yes, she is joining us." Thorin says as he wraps an arm around you possessively. She is my One, and I will not leave her behind." He informs the company.
They stare for a moment then all cheer when they realize you will be their new Queen should you all survive this quest.
Everyone goes back to talking amongst themselves as they eat and Thorin chuckles. Once the two of you finish eating, he holds you close and murmurs into your ear. "Grab me your comb, love." You pull your pack over to you and pull out your comb. You hand it to him, and he combs out your hair again. You are amazed that it isn't nearly as tangled as it usually is, and you sigh contentedly. Closing your eyes, you enjoy the feeling of Thorin's fingers combing through your hair.
You don't realize it, but he braids another set of braids into your hair. Marriage braids. He clips them with beads from his own hair.
Balin eyes him as he does this and raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.
Dwalin leans over to him and whispers. "Moving a little quickly, isn't he?" when he sees Thorin adding marriage braids into your hair. "I think he realizes that there is a chance we may not survive this, he wants to be sure there is a Queen to rule should we not survive. And possibly an heir if they did what I think they did this morn'." Balin says.
"Well unless she's an extremely fertile Dwarrowdam, it might take a few times before that happens, Brother. And is it such a good idea to have a pregnant Dwarrowdam with us? We still have quite a ways to go yet." Dwalin whispers quietly.
"Brother, they were at it all morning in the lake. Why do you think they stayed clear of the rest of us!" Balin chuckled, amused. "He is claiming marriage through ‘the old ways’. Hopefully they both survive this and will have him at her side once Erebor is reclaimed, or we may have trouble." Balin sighs.
Dwalin nods. "Well for now, at least he has found her and is happy. Hopefully this won't be a distraction for him, though. We are SO close!" he says. "Wonder how she does with her weapons?" Dwalin says, as he strokes his beard.
After they all finish eating, Dwalin comes up to Thorin and you. "Mind if I see how well yer Lass does with her weapons?" he asked Thorin. "If she is going to be traveling with us, I suppose we should see how well she can fight and what she needs te work on."
Thorin looks up and frowns. "Do you doubt her ability to fight?" he asks.
"No, Thorin, I don't doubt she can fight. I just want te know how well. If she has a weakness, we need te be mindful of it, so we can help ye protect her. We all have each other's back. We have seen each other fight, but none of us has seen her fight."
Thorin sighs, realizing Dwalin is right. They need to know how well she will be able to hold her own in battle. "Very well. Ghivashel, get your weapons and show us how well you fight. Dwalin is our best fighter. He will fight you to see what we need to help you with."
You look at Thorin surprised, and frown. He looks down at you and returns your frown. "My Love, we mean it as no insult. We simply need to know how well you will hold your own in battle. We need to see where your skills are at and where we can help you improve."
"Please???" Kili and Fili beg. "We want to see you whoop Dwalin's ass!" they tell you, trying to provoke Dwalin.
Dwalin turns on them, "Youuuu two are next when I'm done evaluating her skills with the blades!" he says pointing his axe at them. They just snigger and say, "Good, she will wear you out and make it easier for us to beat you!"
He just growls and turns back to you. "Come on Lass, let’s give them a good show. Show us what you've got, what you're made of!"
You look at Thorin and he grins and nods.
You sigh, stand up and grab your hand axes and slip them into your hip holsters. Then you put on your harness with your battle axes. You strap on your Grandfather's sword and follow Dwalin to the beach. Everyone stands to follow and excitedly watch. Some place bets on you, others bet on Dwalin to win.
You pull your Axes out of the back harness and make yourself ready. The two of you circle a few times, evaluating each other. When it is clear you won't attack first, Dwalin grins. He rushes you and you swing your axes to defend yourself and spin out of his way, swinging yours to connect with his shoulder.
He grunts and turns. There's a cheer and coins exchanged that you got the first hit.
You crouch and prepare again for his attack.
He tries to fake an attack but you don't buy it. You shift in the sand and continue to keep circling.
He attacks again and you block his attack. The two of you trade blows back and forth, he manages to knock your axe out of your hand, and you draw one of your hand axes to replace it. He chuckles and continues the attack.
You are quick and easily evade many of his attacks, despite being in the sand. You can see he is surprised at the strength with your hits, and quickness. He is clearly tiring, after several rounds of attacks with you. Though you are down to just your two hand axes and your sword now. You refuse to use the sword unless it is a last resort during real battle.
He catches one of your hand axes with his battle axe and knocks it out of your hand, then he swings, and you move to dodge, but he sees you move and trips you up. You land on your back, and just as he goes to lower his axe to attack you, you pull a dagger and poke his gut with it in warning.
He looks down and sees the fight has ended in a draw. He grins and nods. He extends his hand to you. You look up at him warily, unsure if the battle is done or not. He grins and says, "Lassie ye fight well. Just gotta keep a grip on those weapons, so you don't lose ‘em during battle." he tells you as he helps you up.
Kili and Fili grab your weapons and bring them over to you. "You fought really well!" they say. You just grin and thank them.
Kili and Fili look up at Dwalin. "Ready, Old man?" they ask. Dwalin growls, making you giggle. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You stand next to him and twirl your battle axes in your hand. "How about a two on two?" you suggest.
Dwalin grins and Kili and Fili look at each other, knowing they're in for it now.
They both back away nervously, making Dwalin chuckle. "I think ye intimidated 'em Lass."
You smirk and twirl your battle axe again. "You ready?" you ask him.
He nods and the two of you separate and begin to circle the boys in opposite directions.
The two brothers instantly are back to back, moving to follow you and Dwalin. You look across to Dwalin and he gives a slight nod. You fake an attack and Kili buys it, swinging to block and realizing it was a fake too late. You swing and tap his arm with the axe. He growls at you and swings back, getting you in the side. You stumble a few steps in the sand but stay upright.
He swings again and you tuck and roll in the sand, swinging your axe and taking his feet out from under him before he could jump. He lands next to you and you both quickly try to stand. You're faster though and pin him to the sand with your axe. He grins and kicks you in the back knocking you forward so your chest is in his face.
You growl and smack him up side the head with your fist. "Ow!" he shouts. "Serves you right, brat." you say and move to stand.
He grabs your feet and moves to lift them out from under you, but you see it coming and lower your two battle axes onto his arms and lean on them, pinning his arms in the sand.
You look down at him with a raised eyebrow. He grins and lets go of your ankles. You chuckle and quickly step back into the ring letting Kili get up.
You move to help Dwalin with Fili and He grins and swings at you with his sword. ‘CLASH’.
You shudder at the strength of his hit, but you keep your hands on your weapons this time. You swing and knock his feet out from under him. ‘THWUMP’.
He lands in the sand on his back. You hear footsteps behind you and turn in a defensive posture as Thorin comes charging with a smirk on his face. The two of you fight and exchange swings and blows.
He is impressed at your ability and wants to push you to see how far and how long you will last. In the end though, you take his feet out from under him as well when he doesn't jump fast enough to evade your swing. He growls, but yields.
You are getting tired, as one by one the Dwarves take turns fighting you and Dwalin. Dwalin is clearly slowing and getting tired, but you refuse to yield. You have taken down all the Dwarves you have fought. You have three left and finally Bofur lands a hit that disarms you leaving you with nothing but your sword.
You look down at it. You don't want to use it, knowing it is ONLY meant for real battle and WILL kill whomever you use it on. You hold your hands up as you yield. He looks at you confused. "You have a sword, Lass, why don't you use it?" he aks.
"I will not use this weapon against friend, you explain. It can ONLY be used in real battle as it will INSTANTLY KILL any I use it on. It is not meant to be used as a practice weapon." you explain.
"Then why do you wear it?" FIli asked. "So that none of you would unknowingly pick it up to use as a practice weapon." you reply.
They nod.
"Anyone else want a go at me?" you ask.
The remaining two, Bombur and Bilbo shake their heads, no. You sigh and lower your hands. You remove your belt with the sword on it and hand it to Balin. "Will you hang onto this for me?" You ask. He nods.
You move over to the lake and kneel, using your two hands to cup water and rub it on your sweaty face. You feel a point of a sword at your back. You grab for one of your thigh daggers and turn your head to look and see it is Thorin.
You raise an eyebrow and he smirks. Quick as a wink, you spin and take out his feet again. ‘THWUMP’. He lands on his back, and you move to straddle him, pinning his arms at his sides.
"DO NOT EVER do that again. I still have my daggers and may have used them on you!" you scold.
"AH, Love, but you didn't." he grins. He moves to push you off and is surprised you have effectively pinned him and that your strength matches his own. He growls. You reply with one of your own. His eyes open wide, then narrow. "Do you wish to continue this battle?" He asks.
"I was content to let it rest, but someone thought they could catch me unarmed and decided to provoke me and continue this." you reply.
He throws his hips up suddenly, knocking you off balance and you tumble over him and summersault onto your feet and pop up. Kili tosses you your hand axes which you catch and slide into their sheaths, then Balin tosses you a Battle axe. Dwalin chuckles and picks up your other one laying at his feet and tosses it to you. You catch them both and wait for Thorin to make his move.
He gets up out of the sand and smirks. He knows your tricks now and thinks this will be an easy take down.
You grin knowing he only knows a handful of your tricks. You crouch ready to defend yourself. You are standing near the edge of the Lake with your back to it. You realize if you step to the side when Thorin charges, he will run right into the water before he can stop himself. You grin an evil grin.
He sees the look on your face and knows an evil thought has crossed your mind, though he doesn't know what. He growls and moves to attack. He swings and you raise your weapons to block. The two of you are caught in a fight of strength. His sword caught between the two arcs on your battle axes, so he can't pull it free. He leans forward forcing you to take a step back. "Yield, my Love." he demands in his sultry, baritone, sexy voice.
You grin, "Not a chance, Honey." you say as you grin and quickly release his sword and spin out of the way, causing him to fall forward into the lake. You start walking back toward the group who is trying hard not to laugh out loud. You hear Thorin's fall into the lake and a string of Khuzdul curses fly. Then, you hear his heavy footsteps in the sand behind you and you whirl out of the way just in time to block his charge.
He growls and says, "You'll pay for that one, Love." You smirk and lean forward across the two crossed weapons and kiss his nose. "I am sure you will deliver a just punishment, my Love." and grin cheekily, wiggling your eyebrows.
He grins and pushes you away from him. Then swings again, only this time he catches your arm and the force of the blow, makes you yelp in pain and drop your axe. You frown and glare at him. You move to pick up your axe, and he steps closer. You swing your other axe and he swings to block it. ‘CLANG’.
You growl and the vibrations through your arm almost cause you to drop this one too, but you manage to hang on to it. Suddenly there's a sword tip at your throat. You lower your axe, but he isn't paying attention and you hook it around the back of his boot with the lower arc of the axe. You study his face for a moment, and when he gets a smirk thinking he has won, you give the axe a hard yank as you do a backwards summersault and it yanks his foot out from under him, causing him to lose balance and tumble backwards. He lands with an “OOF!” and you stand, pick up your axe and move towards him.
He rolls to stand and grins. "You don't go down easily, do you, Love." he says.
You just chuckle. "Nope. I rarely surrender. And apparently, you don't know when to stay down." you taunt and hear a few gasps and chuckles from the Dwarves.
Thorin looks at you and growls. "We'll see about that." he says and charges.
You realize he is going on purely adrenaline now and you know it will be hard and fast. You quickly evade his blows and land a couple of swings and blows to him. He is getting pissed and you wonder if you should let him win this one since it is in front of his company, but if you do, they will use it as a reason to protect you. You don't want or need their protection. You continue to fight.
You both are heaving and refuse to back down. Twice, Thorin has thought he has pinned you and twice you have evaded him and knocked him on his ass. He is determined to pin you and be done with this. He knocks both your battle axes out of your hands with blows and you are down to your handaxes.
He swings and you block with them, catching the sword between the two. He tries to pull it free, but you have it in a death grip. You yank it with all your might and Thorin's sword goes flying out of his hands and the look of utter shock on his face makes you chuckle. You take two steps toward him, your hand axes held out in attack. "Yield!" You say.
He growls, "Never!" he replies and charges you. He grabs your hands before you can land a blow and knocks you on your back as he lands on top of you. You both let out an "OOmphh!" as he knocks the air from your lungs. He pins your arms above your head and takes your axes from them. "YOU yield!" he growls in your ear.
"Or what?" you ask.
He grins. "Or you will regret letting me fall into the lake like that in front of my men." he replies.
You laugh, "That doesn't sound very threatening, Love!" you giggle. "It will if you're the one who's soaked and cold." he replies with a grin and then quickly picks you up by your hands and swings you over his shoulders, with you kicking and screaming. He walks over to the deeper end of the lake while the company chuckles and giggles.
"Now, Love, do you YIELD?" he asks loudly for the company to hear.
You're cursing like a sailor in Khuzdul and reply, "NEVER!!! I WILL NEVER YIELD TO YOU THORIN OAKENSHIELD!"
He laughs and tosses you into the lake. Then walks back to the company all smug and grinning. You come up spittering and sputtering, and cursing. You swim back to the shallow end of the lake where everyone is standing, and chuckling. You frown and remove your soaked harnesses. You toss them to Dwalin. "Here, can you see that these dry properly so they aren't ruined?" you ask.
He chuckles and catches them. "Aye, Lass, I will do that for ye." he replies with a grin and picks up your weapons.
You tread water for a moment, then remove your wet outer tunic and skirt. You toss them up onto the shore and then swim out into the lake. You don't notice Balin pick them up, wring them out, and drape them over a bush near the shoreline so they can dry.
He chuckles at your stubbornness and knows the two of you will have a fiery, but loving relationship. The company moves back to the camp, thinking you would follow. When Ori looks around after a few minutes and realizes you aren't there, he asks, "Where is Beyla?"
Thorin sits up and looks around. When he doesn't see you, he gets worried. He stands and walks back to the lake. He looks around but doesn't see you. Kili and Fili come up by him. "Where did she go, Uncle?"
They spot your skirt and top hanging on the bush. Thorin frowns and looks around again. Kili looks out on the lake like he did the first time he spotted you. He squints and puts his hand above his eyes to block out the sunlight.
"There! Over there!" he says excitedly, and points to the far end of the lake. Thorin looks but can't see that far clearly. "What is it, Kili, what do you see?" he asks.
"There's movement in the lake on the far side. It's in the shadows, so I can't be sure what it is. It's probably Beyla swimming along the shoreline like she was last time, when we found her." Kili says.
"You don't think she is upset with you, Uncle?" Fili asks. "She didn't seem too happy about having to show us her fighting skills at first." he said quietly.
Thorin frowned. "Go back to camp. I will swim out and talk with her." he replied as he began to strip off his clothes, draping the wet ones on the bush to dry in the sun.
The two boys nodded and headed back to camp.
"Where's Thorin and Beyla?" Dwalin asked when they came into the camp.
"Beyla had swum to the other side of the lake and was hanging out in the shade there. He went to go talk with her." they replied.
Dwalin looked over to Balin who just shrugs. "I have a feeling their relationship will be a fiery one. She has shown she has a fiery spirit and won't back down. Thorin is the same way. She probably just needed some time to cool down on her own, especially after all the fighting she did today with us. I know I could go for another good swim before it gets to be too late again. For now though, let 'em be." Balin states.
Dwalin grunts and goes back to drying out the harnesses you had tossed to him. Being careful to make sure they will still hold your weapons and that the leather doesn't shrink.
Thorin steps into the cool lake water. He walks down into it until it is up past his waist and then he slowly starts to swim out to you.
You see him coming and duck down into the water. Your eyes open wide when you realize he is naked and you quickly swim away from him, only coming up when you need air. Your head quietly emerges from the water long enough to see the confused look on Thorin's face when he realizes you aren't where he thought you were. You quietly take another deep breath and duck back under the water. You see his body turn to where you were just at, and he starts to swim towards you.
You quickly swim away in another direction, annoyed. You just want to be left alone. Your body aches from the beating the Dwarves gave you with their battle simulation. Your arms especially hurt. You're sure there will be dark bruises there by tonight. You already have some on your sides and legs from some of the hits from the Orcs the other day. Despite being able to fight well, you bruise easily, which infuriates you.
You turn to look and see if Thorin is following you and your eyes widen. He is under the water, looking at you with wide, and sad looking eyes. You stop and don't move. He pauses his pursuit of you and just looks at you.
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Thorin can't find you anywhere. He finally ducks under the water to see if he can see you swimming below the surface. He spots you swimming away from him... naked. He follows and is shocked to see all the bruises on your body, that are starting to form. ‘Did we really hit her hard enough to hurt her?’ he asks himself. He sees you look back and you stop swimming away.
Thorin just stops and looks at you feeling horrible for all the bruises that he sees littering your back, sides, and body. When you turn to meet his gaze, he sees the bruises on your arms and sides. He lowers his gaze, sad that they hurt you like that and disappointed that he allowed this to happen to you, all be it unintentionally.
When you see Thorin lower his gaze and look so incredibly sad, your heart breaks just a little. You need air and slowly move for the surface. He notices your movement and looks up. He sees you heading for the surface, and he follows suit. You come up and take a few breaths of air, then see Thorin's head emerge from the water.
"Amrâlimê," he says quietly. "I did not realize we hurt you so badly. Why did you not say anything?" he asks, his blue eyes glassy. "I am so sorry!" he apologizes.
You swim a little closer. Then stop. "You said to show you what I was made of, Thorin, and I did." you say quietly.
He looks up at you, not knowing what to say. "I am sorry, are you in much pain?" he asks, concerned.
"Not any more than what I normally am after fighting off a pack of Orcs." you reply.
He looks at you with raised eyebrows.
"You should've seen me after the pack I fought off the day before you found me here! Most of these bruises are from that." you tell him. "Except these ones on my arms. They're new, and this one on my side."
Thorin hesitantly swims up to you and gently takes you in his arms. "I did not even notice all these bruises earlier." He replies.
You chuckle. "I had on my under clothes earlier that's why, but I bruise easily, Thorin. It takes a day or so for them to appear, but I will be fine. They will just be tender for a while." you reply.
"Is this why you kept dropping your weapons?" Thorin asks as he raises your arm to look at the bruises beginning to form. They are red welts, right now, but you know they will be purple and black by nightfall.
"Partially," you reply. "I don't have very thick padding to protect my arms, and I have no armor to protect my torso or legs." You tell him. "I have had to make do with what I was able to take from home or was given by the elves or Dain’s Dwarrow. Most of their armor did not fit me, despite their offers to give me some. I could not stay and wait for their craftsmen to make me special armor." You explained.
"I did not expect to have to fight nearly all of your company in one shot, and you twice." you said bashfully as you lowered your head and looked at the two of you treading water.
Thorin pulls you up against him and gently rubs your back. 'I am sorry, my love, I did not realize you had no armor, or I would've told them to go easy with the hits, as would have I." he says and kisses your head.
You nod. "It's okay, Thorin. I will survive. I'll just be sore for a few days." you tell him as you rest your head on his chest. He swims over to the shore with you in one of his arms. He sees where you draped your underclothes in the sun to dry.
He can touch here and gently starts to kiss you and caress your battered body. "Let me make it up to you?" he asks as he peppers your face with kisses, tickling your skin with his beard.
You raise your eyebrow. He slowly moves his body against yours and you feel his hard member gliding against your thighs. You open your stance a little allowing it to slide into the gap and rub against your entrance.
Thorin groans quietly and rests his forehead against your neck. "Mahal, you feel so good against me!" he tells you.
You moan and gently rub your fingernails up and down his back. "Are you going to punish me for beating you in front of your men?" you ask innocently.
He chuckles, "Maybe later, once you've healed, but not right now. Right now, I just want to love on you." he replies.
You tilt your head back and rest it on the bank of the lake letting the sun bask your face in light while Thorin nuzzles against your neck. His hands roam all over your body as do yours on his. You feel him start to rut against you and his moans become deeper and you feel them reverberating in his chest as he presses against your body.
You moan again as he takes your breast into his mouth and begins to suck on it. His hand wandering over to your other one and gently starts to mimic the feeling with his fingers.
Your eyes roll back in your head and your hands grip his ass tightly. Thorin moans and sends shivers throughout your body. "I need to feel you in me, please, Thorin!" you manage to squeak out when you feel his member rubbing at your entrance.
You wrap your legs around him as he slowly enters your body. You both let out a low moan of pleasure and he takes you in a gentle but tight embrace. "Mahal, you're so tight and hot!" he growls in your ear. He gives you a moment to adjust to his girth, then he starts to make love to you. Passionately and slowly. Taking his time to worship every inch of you and to make it last for as long as he can.
You giggle when you hear someone from across the lake say, "So much for talking to her!" and he just gives you a hug and mumbles, "We did talk, now we're making up." which sets you off in a fit of giggles as he nibbles your neck and fondles your breast as he continues to thrust into you.
After a bit, he pulls out and tells you to turn around. You turn and face the bank of the Lake. He nudges your legs apart and enters you from behind, making you moan as his girth fills you once again and your head flops back onto his shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you. One at your waist with a hand on your lower belly, the other around your chest with his hand over your heart. His head next to yours and you feel each hot breath he pants against your cool, wet skin. He leans you forward slightly to get a better angle and begins to thrust into you a little faster. "MMMMmmmmm" he rumbles into your ear.
"OOOOoooooh, Thorinnnnnn!" you moan as he starts hitting the one spot in you that makes you see stars. "Don't stopppp, Oooohhhh, right there!" you beg.
He growls a low rumbling growl you feel in your body as it reverberates in his chest. His thrusts are becoming stronger and deeper. His grip on you begins to get tighter. "I won't be lasting much longer, Love." he rumbles into your ear. "Oh, Mahal! You feel SO good!" he growls.
His moans and grunts become deeper and slightly louder as his thrusts become more erratic. He moves his upper hand to the middle of your breasts and he is holding your body tight against him as his lower hand slides down and his finger finds your sensitive pearl. He begins to gently rub it and it sends you over the edge with a shuddering breath and a groan of his name.
Thorin follows a moment later with a hard thrust and you feel him explode inside you and fill you with his hot cum. He bites your neck trying not to scream your name for all to hear. He moans and shudders at the strength of the orgasm that hit him. His lower hand moves back to your lower belly, and he gently rubs it in circles as he rests against you.
Once he comes down off the high, he looks up at the sun. "We should be getting back soon, Love." He says as he peppers you with kisses. "I'm afraid I gave you another bruise on the other side of your neck" he says when he sees the bite mark he left. He kisses it gently. You look down and giggle. "Yours" you say and turn in his arms now that he was no longer inside you. "Mine!" he replies with a grin.
"Why did you stay in the lake after I dumped you in here?" Thorin asks once you've settled in his arms again. "The cold water felt good on my aching body. Especially my arms and hands." you explain.
He nods and takes an arm and starts to kiss it tenderly all the way from your shoulder to your finger's tips. Then he takes the other arm and hand and does the same thing. "Again, my Love, I am SO sorry we bruised you so badly." he apologizes and kisses you on the lips with an apologetic look on his face.
You could see in his eyes he meant it and you caressed his bearded chin, scratching it with your fingernails, making him hard instantly and he let out a deep, rumbling moan.
"Apology accepted, My Love." you tell him and give him a breathtaking kiss.
He grins and enters you again, causing you to squeak in surprise. He just grins and holds you still as he thrusts into you. "Mahal! I can't get enough of you, Love." he grunts as he peppers your chest with love nips and kisses.
You giggle and run your hands through his long locks and his beard. Peppering his face with kisses. "I love you, Thorin. Don't ever leave me alone again." you tell him.
"Never. Will. I. Leave. YOU. Alone. Again!" Thorin grunts out between thrusts. He can feel your orgasm building and is chasing it as he feels his growing. "You. Are. MY. QUEEN!" he roars as he feels you clench around him and come hot and hard, milking his swollen and hard member, sending him over the edge in a roar of release as he crushes you against him.
You squeak and he chuckles and releases you after the initial wave of pleasure passes. "You are addicting, my Love." he says with a chuckle.
You grin. "We're going to have to control ourselves if we are going to get you to Erebor by Durin's Day." you tell him. "Once you reclaim the mountain, you can have me as long and as much as you want!" you promise him.
He chuckles and buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply.
"I love you, Beyla, so VERY much! I never thought I would ever find my One. I feared having to rule Erebor without a Queen. I didn't want to have to marry someone who was not my one, just to hopefully produce an heir. I would much rather have let Fili take over as King, once I was ready to step down, than have to marry one who was not my One and my Love." he mumbles as he nuzzles his face into your hair more. You giggle.
"And now?" you tease.
"Now, I have found you! You will join us and help us win back Erebor, and will rule at my side as Queen, join me in my bed at night, keep me company during the day and Mahal willing, give me heirs and daughters to bless our halls with the sound of Dwarfling pebbles once again." he says beaming as he cups your face and puts his forehead to yours.
"I look forward to the day when I can place a golden crown upon your head and declare to the kingdom their new Queen is here and will be by my side to rule and reign in peace and prosperity!" he whispers to you, kissing your button nose.
You grin. "My, King..." you giggle when you see the company standing on the lake shore starting to strip and enter the lake. "I do believe our loyal subjects are coming to look for us and are growing impatient." you giggle again and point when Thorin looks up into your face and then turns to follow your finger pointing to the shoreline.
He chuckles. "You should get your underclothes back on. Why do your underpants not have a crotch?" he inquires as you yank them down off the bush. You giggle, "For easy access when I need to go to the bathroom. I don't have the luxury of one of these that I can just whip out and pee off a cliff." you tease as you grab him down there and give it a gentle tug.
He smirks. "It's also easy access for other things..." he growls. You giggle and nod. You quickly pull down your undertunic and slip it on. A few moments later, Kili pops up a little ways away from the two of you. Fili pops up next to him a moment later.
Thorin growls. "What are you two doing over here?" he asks.
They chuckle, "We're racing across the lake to see who can cross it the fastest."
Thorin raises a brow. "Well then better get on with it." he suggests. The two Brothers giggle and duck under the water and you see them pop up a few minutes later about half-way across the lake, Kili in the lead. You chuckle.
Thorin turns your head back to him and kisses you sweetly. "Are you ready to re-join the group now?" he asks.
You nod. The two of you begin to swim back to the other side of the lake. You get about 3/4 of the way across when you feel someone tickle your foot. Luckily your head was above water. You put your face into the water and look. You see Dwalin grin and put his finger to his lips telling you to be quiet. You raise an eyebrow, and he comes up behind Thorin and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Thorin laughs and leans backwards when Dwalin starts to raise him up out of the water. Thorin and Dwalin fall back into the water with a huge splash.
You giggle and cover your eyes since all the Dwarves and even the little Hobbit were naked. You weren't sure how much Thorin wanted you to be seeing, though you got quite an eyefull of Dwalin. He chuckled and came up beside you and grabbed your waist making you gasp. He chuckled again and chucked you over to Thorin who caught you and kissed you silly. Causing the other Dwarves to cheer, making you blush a beet red. Making them all laugh again.
You grinned and splashed Dwalin. "Oh, ye better be careful, Lass, Thorin might let us get ye if ye keep splashin’ us like that!" he teased.
You looked at Thorin and he just grinned and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking.
Balin laughed and scolded his Brother, "Now don't go scaring the Lass, Brother!" he chided. Suddenly Thorin was pulled under the water, and you turned with a gasp. You felt something brush against your leg and you shrieked and ran as fast as you could over to Balin.
He chuckled. "Don't worry, Lass, it was most likely his Nephews." he tells you with a chuckle. You feel something brush against your leg again and shriek, grabbing Balin's arm. He grinned and looked around, seeing Fili in the water behind him, grinning. Balin shook his head and chuckled.
Fili tickled you again and you kicked at whatever it was that was tickling you. He came up coughing as your kick got him in the... well... nuts. And he was kneeling in the water, coughing, and glaring at you.
You giggled, "Serves you right for sneaking up on me like that!" you said with your hands on your hips. He just smirked. "Aw, come on Auntie Beyla. Have a little fun!" he replied swimming over to the other side of Balin and trying to stand, wincing at the ache.
You giggled, so did Balin. "Maybe you'll think twice before sneaking up on your Aunt." Balin said chuckling. "She's not a Dwarrowdam to be scaring, as she will retaliate..." Balin said grinning. "You okay, Laddie?" Balin asked with a smirk.
"I'll be fine... eventually... she got me in the, uh... crown jewels..." he coughed.
Balin roared with laughter, as did Dwalin who had come over to see what was going on. "What did I miss?" he asked.
Fili just glared at Balin and moved off to join Kili in trying to dunk Thorin.
Dwalin looked at you and you were giggling and were blushing a deep red. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his Brother.
Balin chuckled. "Fili was trying to spook, Beyla and after the third time he tickled her legs, she gave him a kick.... to the, uh... crown jewels." he replied chuckling.
Dwalin looked from his Brother, to you, to Fili and winced. "Ouch!" he said.
You giggled again. "He asked for it. And in my defense, I didn't look to see what it was that was doing the tickling. I just kicked blindly at whatever was tickling me!" you defended with another round of giggles.
They both chuckled.
Well, I think I've had my fill of the water for the day." Balin said. "I'm going to get out and go dry off." he tells you with a raised eyebrow.
You giggle, "Don't worry, Balin, I won't look." you promise. He chuckles and pats your shoulder, then notices your bruises. He looks up at you concerned, then gently takes your arm and looks at the bruises beginning to appear. "What happened here, Lass?" he asks quietly.
Dwalin looks down and his eyes open wide.
You frown. "I just bruise easily. It's nothing. Most of them are from the Orc attack from the day before." you explain.
"Most of them?" Dwalin asks with a raised eyebrow. "Ye mean to say, the rest of these are from yer, mock battle with us?" he asks, suddenly concerned.
You don't answer right away and look down into the water with a frown. He looks down at you then gently takes your chin and tilts your head up. "Lass if we hurt you, I'll have you tell me. It was not our intention to harm you." he tells you looking concerned.
"You didn't hurt me all that much, Dwalin. Like I said, I bruise easily. They, smart, but it is nothing I can't live with for a few days. I know none of you meant to do it. It just happens sometimes when practicing. Some of ye hit harder than I'm used to practicing with is all. And like you said, I need to learn to keep my weapons in my hands even when I get hit and it hurts. I can't keep losing my weapons during a real battle, and how else will I learn unless I get hit and it hurts a little... or a lot." You reply.
Dwalin and Balin frown. "Lass, we don't want to hurt you. Why didn't you say anything?" Balin asks. "Because I can defend myself. I don't want to be coddled and treated like I'm crystal or glass and will break with the slightest blow. I can take hits. They just leave ugly bruises for a few days afterwards that smart for a bit. It's nothing that I can't handle." you say defensively and cross your arms and look down.
Balin looks up at Dwalin who just shrugs. "Very well, Lass. But if it gets too much, please say something. We treasure your presence and do not want to see you in constant pain." he says gently.
You nod. "If it gets to be too much, Balin, I will say something." you tell him. He grins and gently pats your elbow.
"Very well then, I'm off to get dried off and dressed." he tells you with a chuckle.
You keep your back to the shoreline and Dwalin chuckles and moves away to join Bofur and Gloin in their antics. Most of the Dwarves were naked, but the water hovered around their waists for the most part so all you really saw were their chests or backs and an occasional set of butt cheeks.
You watched their antics and suddenly felt a soft brush of skin against your legs. You looked down to see Thorin looking up at you from under the water, and he had his finger over his mouth. You raise an eyebrow. He grins and caresses your leg. The water being up a little past your waist. He settles between your legs after nudging them open wider and he begins to caress your inner thighs with his hands. You close your eyes and enjoy the touch and the sun on your face.
Your eyes fly open though when you feel his fingers slowly enter your cave and begin to move rhythmically in and out of you. You look down to see Thorin looking up at you with a smug grin. You shake your head and smile. He moves his fingers a bit faster and adds another one to you making you catch your breath before you could moan out. He grins and then moves his head up near your entrance. You let out a little gasp as he pulls you further into the water and he begins to suck and nibble your pearl as he finger fucks you.
He nuzzles your hair down there and nips at the lips to the entrance of your cave.
You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a tug. He gives one last nip making you jump a bit, then he removes his fingers from your cave causing you to whimper at the loss of girth there. He emerges from the water behind you and stands behind you, with his arms wrapped around your waist. He pulls you back towards a large boulder under the water he spotted, and he sits down on the boulder, then pulls you towards his lap and settles you on his member as he slowly lowers you down.
You groan and he reaches around and holds you with his hands, One on your belly, the other playing with your nub. Your head flops back onto his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth.
If anyone looked at the two of you from above the water, they wouldn't know he was inside of you, making love to you. But it was clear as day, if anyone saw you from below the water's surface.
He grinned and whispered to you all the filthy things he wanted to do to you once he reclaimed Erebor. He told you all the places he wanted to make love to you in and the first place he listed was the throne of Erebor.
You shuddered at the thought of your voices echoing in the halls. You moaned quietly into his ear.
He chuckled. You lifted your head up when you heard a loud splash and realized someone had been thrown into the water. Bofur was on Kili's shoulders, and Dwalin was laughing as Fili came sputtering back up out of the water.
You chuckled and moaned as Thorin's thrusting in you became harder. You could feel him throbbing inside you and becoming harder. His pants and moans more lower in pitch and muffled in your hair or shoulder. He surprisingly came quickly and quietly as you felt him grip your waist hard and his thrusts became erratic under the water. The only hint of his coming from above the water was a low, almost inaudible moan at the back of your neck as he buried his face in your hair when he came.
You felt him explode in you and throbbing with each pulse of warmth he shot into your deep cave.
You chuckled and he nipped your neck. "What was that chuckle for?" he asked quietly.
"You fucking me to completion in front of your oblivious company." You quietly replied.
He chuckled. "They know, they are just trying to ignore it." he replies grinning.
"You two done over there?" Dwalin teases.
"See?" Thorin chuckles. He nods to Dwalin who grins and shakes his head.
"You're as bad as rabbits!" he teases, making you blush a deep red and cover your face. They laugh and Thorin just chuckles. "Wait till he finds his One, he'll be just as bad." Thorin remarks.
You grin. "How am I going to get out without everyone seeing me like this?" You ask.
Thorin chuckles. "They will see you like this on the journey, Love, better get used to it. But if it bothers you, I will get out first and bring you a towel." He offers.
You nod. "Please?"
Thorin chuckles and lifts you off of him. He sets you back on the boulder and gently cleans himself off in the water, then goes to get out and grabs a towel for you.
The other Dwarves hoot and holler and tease him paying him compliments on his ass and strong back and hard abs, while winking at you and making you blush again.
Thorin just chuckles and brings you the towel, using it to shield you from their eyes. You wrap up in it and he helps you onto the shore. He grabs your outer tunic and skirt and helps you into them while you shield yourself with the towel so the others can't see. Thorin kisses your forehead and then the two of you head back to camp.
Chapter 4
The two of you get back to camp and Bombur and Bofur are getting lunch ready. Balin is lounging in the shade of one of the nearby trees. Thorin gestures to you to sit on his bedroll. He starts to dig through his pack looking for something.
One by one, the remaining Dwarves leave the lake and dry off. They dress and head back to the camp when they smell Bombur's cooking. Dwalin looks over to see Thorin has dumped his whole traveling pack out and is looking for something.
"What're ye lookin' for Thorin?" he asks.
Thorin looks up and then over to you. Then he looks up at Dwalin, who is now standing next to Thorin, looking down at the mess in front of him.
"I'm looking for stuff Beyla can use for armor. The vambraces on her arms are not thick enough to protect her arms from the kinds of attacks she will see on this trip. She has no other armor.
Dwalin looks over at you and you shrug.
"Stand up, Lass. Show me what you have for armor." He tells you.
You stand and go to your pack and pull out the vambraces and the leather shirt you wear when traveling. You hold them out to him, and he looks at them. His eyes get wide when he sees your Father's vambraces. He shakes his head. "These are worn out, Lass." he says as Balin comes over to look at them.
"Does anyone have some extra leather?" Balin asks the group.
Everyone moves to their packs and proceeds to dump them out on their bedrolls to look for anything that might work for you. Fili finds some extra leather (enough to line your vambraces to make them thicker), Kili finds a thicker leather brigandine vest and tosses it to you.
Bifur finds some leather and comes over and squats down and holds it to your shins. He nods and marks the leather for the width and length for both of your shins. He gets up and moves back to his bedroll. He makes motions to Bofur who looks at them and nods. He pulls out some leather straps and a couple spare buckles and tosses them to Bifur.
Gloin hands over some leather and a belt to Bifur who grins and comes back over and looks up at you and says something. You look to Bofur for translation. Bofur asks Bifur something and Bifur nods.
"He wants to know if you'll let him hold the leather up to your thighs to measure it and see if there's enough to make some protection for your upper legs, Lass." he informs you. You look down at Bifur and nod. He measures the leather and mutters what you assume is a thank you, then heads back to his bedroll.
Dwalin goes to check on your harnesses and once they are completely dried, he hands them back to you, cleaned, oiled, and already holding your weapons. You thank him and lay them on your pack, next to your sword that Balin laid there when he came back to the camp after swimming.
Over the course of the rest of the afternoon, you changed into your black leather traveling pants, then the Company fitted you with better armor and more protective clothing for traveling in.
You thanked them all and beamed when you saw the leather leg greaves and even a belt complete with thigh armor, and leather tassets that would protect your front, side and back of the thighs! Bifur had crafted them and engraved them with the designs from your Grandfather's sword sheath and daggers! He even made spaces in them for you to sheath your thigh daggers and knives.
Kili helped you with hiding them both in your new thigh pieces and also in other parts of your armor.
Finally, they were all satisfied that you were sufficiently protected, and you stood there in your new armor grinning from ear to ear.
Thorin came up behind you smiling and placed around your neck his gorget to keep your upper neck and chest safe from swords or axes. He whispered in your ear as he moved aside your hair to fasten the buckles. "Now you will be safe, Amrâlimê. Do you wish to try it out and see how well they work for you and if anything needs adjusting?"
You look up at him from over your shoulder and then down at your armor. You bend down and place your throwing axes on your new belt and then finally put your holster for your battle axes back on. You strapped on your Grandfather's sword and moved about the camp getting a feeling for the new armor and how it affected your balance, gait, and movement. You were still able to reach all your weapons and move, so you nodded.
Everyone grinned and you moved back to the beach. "NO throwing me in the water!!!!!" you emphasized. They all laughed. You removed your Grandfather's sword and asked Bilbo to hang onto it for you and told him not to lay it down anywhere. He nodded and slung it over his shoulder.
The Dwarves made a circle around you and each took turns going at you. You traded blows with them back and forth; they were careful how hard they hit you, until both you and them could gauge how hard a hit you could take before it hurt too much.
Dwalin and Thorin as well as Kili and Fili and Bofur had the most fun attacking you and getting you used to your new armor. Nearly everyone had contributed something to make sure you were protected. Some parted with precious leather scraps, others parted with spare straps, buckles, and lacings.
Suddenly you all heard rustling in the woods, and you ran to Bilbo. He quickly handed you your sword and you had just finished buckling it to your waist when they emerged from the tree line.... Orcs.
It was a small hunting party and when they saw you all on the shoreline, they attacked. Luckily the Dwarves all had their weapons and were not caught swimming. You chuckled at the thought.
Dwalin looking at you with a puzzled look. "At least they waited till you all were done swimming!" you giggled. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. You all formed a line and Bilbo hung back behind everyone not wanting to deal with Orcs at the moment.
Dwalin was on your left, Thorin was on your right. You pulled out your Grandfather's sword and held it ready. Dwalin, Balin and Thorin grinned when they saw it glowing blue and it began to let out a humming sound.
The Orcs were close and saw the sword and froze. Some who did not recognize the sword attacked and were quickly cut down by you and your companions. Making your sword hum louder as it cut the Orcs to ribbons. The Orcs who recognized your sword were hesitant to attack.
You grinned. "Afraid of a little Dwarvish sword?" you taunted.
They growled. "We know what that sword is, you Dwarvish filth! It has killed many of our kind!" they replied, retreating a few steps.
"Cowards!" Dwalin taunted. "You'd flee from a Lass with a sword! Now that's a new one!" He further taunted.
The Orcs growled. They ran and attacked. You took a couple blows, but thanks to your armor, you were fine. Your sword sliced through the two Orcs who attacked you and Thorin and the other two attacked Dwalin, Balin and Bofur. The rest of the Dwarves kept an eye out for any other Orcs, but none appeared after that. You looked at the dead orcs and growled. "They would have to come and desecrate this lovely beach with their blood!" you huffed.
The Dwarves looked at you then at each other. They all grinned and laid their weapons near you and began to haul the bodies away from the beach and off to the side away from everything. Then they burned the bodies. By the time they finished, everyone was filthy again and it was getting close to dusk. While they hauled the bodies, you cleaned the weapons that had been used and laid them by the packs of their owners.
When they got back, Dwalin showed you how to clean off your armor so it wouldn't be ruined. Then everyone went to the lake to clean up and get ready for supper. You and Thorin went to the deep end of the lake where you had bathed before while everyone else stayed by the shallow end.
You all quickly bathed and re-dressed as the evening was beginning to become cool. Though Thorin still took the opportunity to make love to you once more before you got out to get dressed, earning giggles from you and some teasing from the company.
When you all came back to camp. Bilbo came over to you as Thorin helped you pack up your armor. Once you were back to just traveling clothes, you sat down and enjoyed a nice cup of tea that he handed to you and Thorin. You both thanked him.
"Beyla, why did your Grandfather's sword glow blue and sing when those Orcs were attacking?" Bilbo asked as he sat down.
You giggled and looked at Thorin, who smirked.
Balin overheard the question and came over. "That sword, dear Bilbo, was a gift to Beyla's Grandfather from Glorfindel. He fashioned it specifically for her Grandfather and enchanted it to glow blue when Orcs or Goblins are nearby; it's humming comes from the delight it takes in cleaving it's enemies, which is why it kills instantly with only one blow. It never needs sharpening and as you saw, it can cut the head off of an Orc in one swipe." Balin explains. "Only those of Beyla's Grandfather's lineage are able to wield it effectively." he explains.
"Ahhh." Bilbo replies.
You nod.
Balin chuckles. "We should all get some food then rest tonight. We need to be heading out by morn'." he informs the group.
You stand and walk over to help Bombur with the stew he was preparing. Thorin watched grinning, unable to take his eyes off of you in those black leather pants.
Dwalin noticed Thorin's gaze and chuckled. "Are we gonna have to keep the two of you separated, so you can focus, Lad?" he teases Thorin with a jab to his rib.
Thorin growls and looks at Dwalin, his ears a bit pink.
"I don't know what you're talking about Dwalin." Thorin replies grumpily.
"I think you do, Thorin. Is she going to be a distraction for you? Because if she is, I'll make her the rear guard!" Dwalin threatens quietly.
Thorin sighs and looks down. "Mahal, I was not expecting to find my One on this journey, Dwalin. All I can think about is her now." he sighs.
Dwalin grumbles. "I thought so. Thorin, you NEED to focus on the quest... Otherwise we might as well just head back to the Blue Mountains. We can't travel and have ye distracted by the Lass, even if she is your One." he reminds Thorin. "There's too much at risk te let your guard down with distractions!" He prods Thorin.
"I know, Dwalin!" Thorin growls, trying to keep Beyla from hearing the conversation. "I know." he says again, quieter. "I just need time to think." he says and gets up and walks to the far end of the lake.
You look up and see Thorin walking away from the camp and start to follow, but Dwalin grabs your arm. "Let him go, Lass. He has some thinkin' he needs te do. He needs to start focusing on the next leg of the journey and can't afford distractions." he says quietly.
You look up at him and feel your eyes start to sting. You nod and look across the lake to where Thorin is walking. You turn back and grab your things. Everyone watches as you repack and don your belongings. "What are ya doin' Lassie?" Bofur asks.
"I'm going off over there, where I won't be a ‘distraction’ for a certain Dwarf." you tell them and move your pack away from the group, so you will be out of Thorin's line of sight once he gets back to camp.
Balin looks up annoyed at Dwalin. "What'd you go and do that for?" he asks, smacking his Brother on the arm. "Thorin is struggling te focus, Balin. She's distracting him, and she's all he thinks about!" he replies quietly.
Balin sighs, "Well ye didn't have to go and kick her out of the camp!" he scolds Dwalin.
"I didn't!" Dwalin defends.
Balin rolls his eyes. He gets up and goes to sit by Beyla. "Aren't ye gonna be cold over here, Lass?" he asks.
You look up. "Perhaps, Balin, but I don't want to be a bother and a distraction to Thorin. I understand he needs to focus on your quest and not on me." you tell him quietly. "I'm content to wait and stay in the background until the mountain is won." you inform him.
Balin sighs, "That's very considerate of ye Lass, but I don't think Thorin will see it that way. When he returns, he will be worried if he doesn't see ye. If ye keep your distance and push him away, he will think you do not want to be with him and will think ye no longer want to be married to him. You two need to talk and figure out together how to handle this. He will need time to focus on the quest, but he will also need you for the peace and love you give to him." Balin tells you.
"Let him do his thinking, and when he comes back to camp go to him and talk about this. Ask him what he needs from you, so that you are not a distraction to him as we travel and see what you can do to help him stay focused on the quest." Balin suggests.
You sigh and nod.
"Come on now, Lass, Bombur has supper almost ready, come back and sit where you were so Thorin doesn't begin to worry." Balin says as he stands and offers you his hand.
You nod, stand, and walk back with him. You place your pack near Thorin's but leave distance there, so he can have his space. You go back to helping Bombur finish supper. When it is ready, you begin to hand out the bowls of stew and the bread to the Dwarrow.
They thank you and you look out across the lake, seeing that Thorin hasn't returned yet. You leave his bowl near the fire to stay warm and tell Bombur he isn't allowed to eat it nor the leftovers until Thorin has eaten his fill. Bombur looks at you sheepishly, and nods.
You sit down and eat your supper. When you are full, Kili and Fili collect the bowls and eating utensils and head to the lake to wash them. They return and hand everyone back their eating utensils and bowl. Then everyone settles down for the night. Some talking quietly, others smoking their pipes.
Dwalin takes first watch as everyone begins to settle down for the night.
You get up and walk to the large boulder near the lake. You climb onto it and look up at the stars. Thinking about how quickly your life has changed since meeting these Dwarrow. You watch the moon slowly glide across the sky, shining it's silver light onto the land and lake.
"Ye should lie down and get some sleep, Lass." Dwalin says quietly as he comes up behind you. "You okay?" he asks.
You continue to look up at the stars. "I'm fine, Dwalin. I just needed to do some thinking too." you reply.
"I'm sorry I came off as an ass earlier." he apologized. "I didn't mean to make ye think that ye should leave camp." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I know. I guess I was just upset and frustrated." you reply. "I don't want to hinder you all and I certainly do not want to distract Thorin from his duties and focusing on this quest." you reply.
"I'm content to wait and stay in the background until Erebor is reclaimed." you tell him. "I'm not essential for the success of this quest, he is." you mention.
Dwalin comes up and stands beside the boulder and looks at you for a minute. "You are essential, Lass. You have given Thorin something none of the rest of us could." he tells you.
You look at him puzzled.
"You give him hope for a future in Erebor. Before he wanted to reclaim it for his kin. Now he wants that, but he also wants to reclaim it for HIS home with YOU." You have given him peace, love, and a future that only someone who is his One can offer. He has been happier these last few days since finding you, than he has in all the years I've known him." he tells you.
You look at him speechless.
Dwalin chuckles. "Just be there for him when he needs you. You can be in the background if he'll let you, but don't be surprised if he wants you by his side. But you'll have to help him keep his focus on the quest and not on humping you like a love-sick bunny in the spring!" he teases, chuckling.
You look at him in disbelief for a moment then when he raises an eyebrow and gives you a wink and a smirk, you bust out laughing. "Okay, Dwalin. I will try to rein him in." you giggle. He pats your back and thanks you. Then he turns and heads for the camp.
After a while, you see Thorin's shadow moving along the edge of the lake. You watch as he comes up the beach to you, not noticing you sitting on the boulder. You begin to hum quietly, and he looks up surprised. He comes over to you and helps you down off the boulder. "Amrâlimê." he says and kisses you gently.
"I wondered when you were going to come back." you tell him. "Your supper almost got eaten by Bombur." you tease.
Thorin chuckles. "It wouldn't be the first time, my Love.” He replies.
“It is sitting by the fire, waiting for you, Amrâlimê. I threatened him that he could not have leftovers nor your food until after you had eaten." you giggle.
Thorin grins and takes you in his arms. "Thank you, my Love." he says and kisses you again.
"Come," you say quietly, and you lead him back to camp. He sits down on his bedroll and you bring him his supper. He pulls you down next to him and then begins to eat.
"You lie down and put your head on his lap, using his thick thighs as a pillow. He looks down at you and chuckles. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to drip this on you?" he asks.
You shake your head, 'no'.
He quickly finishes eating and then sets the bowl down off to the side.
You stand up and untie your bed roll from your pack and get ready for bed. You don't notice Thorin pull your bed roll next to his and when you look, he is laying on them looking up at you. You raise an eyebrow and he motions for you to come join him. Pulling your pack over to be near his, you take off your harness with the battle axes and unhook your belt with the throwing axes, and thigh protectors. You take your throwing axes and place them under your make shift pillow.
Thorin watches you and chuckles. You grin and toe off your boots and set them by your pack. You snuggle in next to Thorin and he wraps the two of you in his fur cloak. You hear Dwalin chuckle and Thorin looks up at him. "She disappears under that. Looks like she isn't even there, except for her feet stickin' out the bottom." he teases.
You poke your head out the top and glare at him. He just chuckles again and tells the two of you to go to sleep... "and no humping like bunnies!" he teases, making Thorin chuckle and rub himself against your bum. You give his thigh a smack and he chuckles.
"Goodnight, Amrâlimê." he whispers in your ear as he nuzzles your neck and peppers it with kisses. You tell him the same thing and he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and places his hand between your breasts. "Mine." he whispers. "I love you." he tells you as the two of you fall into a deep, restful sleep.
#Thorin Oakenshield#Thorin#thorin x oc#Dwalin#Balin#Kili#Fili#Company of Thorin Oakenshield#mock battle#smut and fluff#smut and angst#make up sex#Lake fun#Middle Earth#Arda#the hobbit au
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Hello beautiful, remember me? The one who asked for bubbles baths? i loved that so much !? I was wondering if I could ask for the reactions of the same Tolkien characters if the reader dies this time (oh aangst continuing on from with i n n their relationship from the buble baths ). If not it's all good in da hood. 🥰
Dearest anon, you did a 180 here, huh? I, of course, remember you...🥰🥰🥰
-> Link to the original (happy, fluffy, cracky) ask
That was a hard one for me, I won't lie...
so @kibleedibleedoo, here's my very soft angst, nothing too extreme.
@medusas-hairband, @eunoiaastralwings, here's the second (much darker) part of the ask you were so good to help me with lol
Words: 3,3k
Characters: Thorin x reader, Dwalin x reader, Elu Thingol x reader, Caranthir x reader, Ulmo x reader
Warnings: slight angst, character death, reference to injury and illness
Disclaimer: Not only do I not know the characters very well, but I also am NOT an angst writer, so please be kind and lenient!
Ficlets under the cut ⬇️
Thorin
“Don’t…” the king huffed, his usually so strong voice wavering like the flickering candle-light painting scenes of a world to come onto the bleak walls of your small chamber.
“You cannot command death, Thorin,” you smiled softly; the wounds sustained in a skirmish with roving Orcs were too deep even for his skilled healers, and all the gold in Arda would not buy you a single second more than was allotted to you by fate.
“I refuse,” he bellowed, despair turning his eyes as dark as the night sky, “I object! I am the king and I forbid you to die!”
In his eyes, you could read how desperately he tried to convince himself of his delusion as his hands closed tenderly around your upper arms. You could see him move, but your skin had already grown too cold and numb to really feel the touch you had always enjoyed so.
“Be strong,” you wheezed and coughed faintly, “be brave! I will wait for you beyond the veil.”
“It should have…I should have…” he stammered, the frenzy of his helpless, powerless panic clear in the way his fingers clenched and unclenched in irregular intervals.
You had led the life of a warrior by the side of your king, and you had nothing to regret now that you died a hero’s death in the chambers you had shared with the one they called ‘Oakenshield’ still.
“You cannot yield,” he barked but the softness of his massive palm against your brow – cold and clammy with a sheen of sweat – belied his superficial fury, “I do not know how to go on without you.”
“I…” breathing became increasingly hard, “I loved you best. You, the people, the kingdom.”
You took a deep, shuddering breath that sounded like the wind rattling a broken window and tasted like blood and mud.
“Honour me by taking care of these.”
When he nodded solemnly, you added: “In that order, Thorin!”
He would be devastated, you knew, for he was a dwarf of a possessive, jealous nature when it came to his personal treasures, and he was loath to even consider losing them.
At the same time, his strength of mind and willpower were unparalleled, and he would not be alone and forsaken in his grief; you had to trust that his sister and his friends would find a way to tease that ancient fire back into roaring flame.
“I shall hunt them down and make them suffer,” he promised then, his eyes flashing like his sword and swirling with light and colour like the Arkenstone, “you will be avenged.”
“I love you,” you whispered; your lips felt stiff and cold around the words that suddenly seemed too big and unwieldy to speak, but he had heard you utter this truth – in whispers and ecstatic screams – often enough to understand it in his heart even when his ears could barely make out the garbled sounds.
“Farewell, Thorin,” you mouthed; there was no pain now, only peace, and the air held the crisp aroma of pine needles and fresh summer wind.
“You disobedient wretch,” Thorin sobbed in a choked voice, “how I have loved you. I wish I could have kept the dangers creeping in the darkness at bay to preserve your light…”
He might have said many things beyond that, but blessed silence blanketed your senses now and the last and only thing you clutched to your stuttering heart as you departed this life of sorrow and love was the memory of his sad, beautiful smile as his eyes met yours for the final time.
Dwalin
It was so cold, you thought hazily, it was so terribly cold, and night had fallen so fast.
“Don’t move,” Dwalin – beloved, sturdy, reliable Dwalin – grumbled as his heavy, broad hand settled on your shoulder, “I’ll take you home…in a minute.”
You could feel the warm wetness under you congeal into a lake of cool, sticky jelly; it had been your own fault, reckless and daring, you had challenged him to a rock-climbing expedition from which you would, in all likelihood, never return.
Had it been the fell shadow swooping down on you or a moment of inattention – distracted by the rolling muscles under his worn tunic – for which you were to blame?
Either way, your hand had slipped, and you had fallen – long and deep – until your body was shattered on a rocky outcropping; you had lost consciousness then for you knew not how long, until Dwalin – soaking wet with transpiration and panting heavily – had appeared, his hands bloody and torn from his hasty, heedless descent.
His eyes flitted over you with dizzying speed, never resting on one particular part of your form for too long, and his reticence to even catalogue your injuries or treat them, beyond the tunic he had spread over you to stave off the biting chill of the night air, made you understand that they were beyond repair.
As you tried to speak, your tongue was stuck against the dry palate of your mouth and so you merely groaned; the pain – flowing like fire through your veins – made you feel as if you were spinning wildly in an abyss of flame and whipping chains.
“In a minute,” he repeated, stroking your hair tenderly while tears – opaque with sweat and dirt – rolled noiselessly down his bearded cheeks, “no doubt, the princes will come looking for us! They’ll help me bring you back home.”
It had been hours, you remembered blurrily, you had been hiking to this remote area for hours; it was highly improbable that anyone would search for you before morning light, and even then, it was outright unlikely that they’d find you. Cowering hidden on the small ledge only barely perceptible from the steep slopes of the mountain, you were all but invisible and definitely unreachable to whatever rescue party potentially sent out for you.
“I’m here,” he babbled on, and his voice sounded like the gravel under his heavy boots as he scooted closer to you, effectively shielding you by hunching around you like a wild beast protecting its fallen mate. Maybe, that was exactly what you were.
Again and again, you tried to speak or move, desperate to tell him not to worry, but it seemed that your earthly shell had already assumed the position of burial – still and rigid – no matter how frantically you attempted to shatter the broken cocoon stifling your thoughts into silence.
I love you, you thought, don’t cry, but no sound breached your stiff, numb lips.
“Oh, you’ll be alright,” Dwalin whispered, “but there will be no more rock-climbing!”
There wouldn’t, you well knew that, there would be no more winter walks either, or late nights in a tavern laughing about bad jokes while drinking watered-down ales. Gone and lost were the nights spent in his strong arms, his tender kisses weaving an ephemeral garment of love and starlight around your limbs; your memories blurred into a blinding light that cleaved your hazy mind like Dwalin’s axes could hew through wood and flesh alike.
It pained you that a single moment – so brief and so irrelevant in the big picture of your life together – would deprive you of the love, deep and enduring as the mountain you were perishing on, of that noble dwarven warrior weeping by your side.
The broken, flashing throbs of anger and hurt rattling around your immobile body like shards of glass in a broken crate or snowflakes drifting in a winter storm abated into dull fatigue as the moments ticked by; you were no longer feeling cold, you were merely tired.
“In a minute,” Dwalin said a third time, but his voice sounded muffled and far away now; you were not even given the chance to say goodbye or to release him from that minute that would stretch on endlessly until it had devoured the rest of his life.
Hours, minutes, seconds became meaningless as they contracted and settled into your frozen flesh heavily.
The last thought you could cobble together before the darkness gaped open and engulfed you was ‘good night’ because – even now – ‘farewell’ was a thing too dreadful to even think.
Elu Thingol
“You cannot be serious,” Elu Thingol – who had the world at his feet and the threads of centuries wrapped around his long fingers – gasped as he saw you, shivering and weak, stretched out like a ghost on the soft sheets of your bed furnishings, “this is ridiculous.”
Death was a concept that was strange and distasteful to him; he, who had travelled beyond the confines of the world known to you and who trusted that he’d find himself in those sacred lands once more, could not fathom the bleak truth of someone vanishing like a candle snuffed out by a gust of wind.
“Don’t struggle,” you said quietly as if it was him and not you battling the shadows creeping in, eager to devour your flesh and bone and turn them into ash and dust.
You felt for him; unable to truly die, Elu Thingol – Elwë, the timeless – was the cracked vessel of the poison following the sting: grief.
It was his fate – whether this was a curse or benediction only Eru knew – to be the living, breathing, eternal memorial of those who had been whisked away to places beyond his reach.
Long was his memory and deep was his pain, and you hated yourself for adding to the agony that choked and dimmed the light of his eyes.
“We could heal you,” he grunted, but he knew very well that all his healers had already exhausted their powers; all they had done though was to prolong your suffering as the rot overtaking your body was only ever stayed but never eradicated.
“When the world is remade,” you murmured, “we shall be together once more; until then, I bid you farewell, esteemed king, cherished protector, and beloved soul.”
“Don’t,” he cried out – all the power in his blood rushing to the surface in what looked to you like a flash of blinding light – as he lifted you into his arms, “don’t leave me! Will all I’ve ever cherished be torn from me?”
Looking up into his beautiful face, radiant with a light he had managed to find where it had no reason to be, you had to concede that it must have been unbearably hard to be impervious to sickness and hurt on the surface while your soul was in the throes of deep agony.
“Remember me,” you choked out, “and the frailty of life, beauty, and love.”
A part of you knew that he would not heed your words; it was in his nature to hold on too tightly and squeeze whatever blessing was resting in his hands through his clenched fingers until he found his palms empty and smeared with the blood of what he had so tried to save.
He was glorious and – after the gnawing ailment had robbed you of nearly all the light you had ever possessed yourself – you were convinced that it would be his radiance that greeted you at the end of the long tunnel from which you would emerge – renewed and hale – at long last.
“Do not mourn me,” you went on, forcing your voice to be the trembling violin that accompanied your inevitable departure, “don’t let it make you bitter. Live as you were always supposed to and be brave in the face of seemingly impossibly daunting challenges.”
Your numb fingers clawed themselves into his long, silver hair as your head drooped weakly against his chest; life was draining out of you to pool – unheeded and shimmering – at his hallowed feet. The earth would drink up your essence and make new flowers bloom in his protected realm; the thought of staying with him – in all the manifold fragments and moods of your soul – comforted you now that the fatal moment had come.
“I beg you,” Thingol whispered as his arms tightened around the hollow shell that had once been a body flourishing with brimming, thrumming, invincible life.
As was his destiny, his pleas came too late and would bear no fruit though, and your serene slipping away was marred by a tinge of bitter regret as your last smile broke midway, leaving Thingol with the sharp-edged shards of loss and the biting knowledge that he had been robbed.
Caranthir
“You will not come back,” you whispered, touching a hesitant hand to that handsome face you had loved so well, “and we shall not meet again in this life.”
“I shall,” Caranthir hissed sharply, but – in his eyes – you could clearly discern that he dreaded himself the moment his fate – and that Oath that bound his soul in unbreakable chains – would overtake him.
Before he could say anything else, you lifted your other hand to stay his words of love and promise.
“They are your brothers, and you owe them allegiance,” you said gently, pressing a kiss onto the white-knuckled hand now clasped tightly around your own as if to keep you by his side, “I know the forces that drive you; they have ever been the shadow on my every sunny day and the starless void swirling in my night sky.”
You sighed; you had not been granted the gift of foresight and yet, you knew with appalling certainty that this would be the last time you laid eyes upon the angry, helpless flush covering the unbearably handsome face of your beloved Lord with these eyes.
“I am bound to you,” you went on, trying to comfort him, “and your crimes are mine.”
“You shall not be judged for my trespasses,” he roared, his hands scrabbling frantically across your pleated robes now to find purchase, and you didn’t doubt for a moment that he’d fight the Valar themselves for your sake if it came down to it.
“Are you telling me that your wicked cunning knows boundaries, Moryo? Are you insinuating that you would be unable to find me when your destiny is finally full wrought?”
He pondered in brooding silence for a few seconds; the fierce frown and the pinched lips only made him more statuesquely beautiful, and your heart clenched in silent longing.
“They might keep you from me as punishment for what we are about to do…” he then whispered and the weariness weighing down his tone cut through you like a blade.
“You’ve gone down a path sketched out by another’s hand for too long to turn back now, beloved,” you smiled wistfully, “and I promise that I’ll be waiting at the end of it.”
Taking his pale hands into your own and brushing your lips against his in a last effort to stem the tide of his persuasive speech, you pulled him into a tight embrace, unable to find words that would counteract the spell his love had cast upon you.
“Let me go join the widows and mothers; we both know that even the sons of Fëanor cannot outrun, outsmart, or outman fate! Have you ever come home from battle and not found me waiting?”
“No,” he admitted, his eyes darkening into the shade of empty, bleak doom spreading on the horizon of your shared life.
“Different as our paths may be – mine being one of dignified fading and yours leading through fire and blood – I truly have faith that they’ll lead to the same place in the end. The day has broken, love, and it is time to go.”
One last passionate, desperate kiss later, he got up and dressed in sullen silence.
“Until we meet again,” he rasped, his hand tight around the pommel of his sword.
“Until we meet again,” you echoed, “ride to – if not a glorious – at least a valiant conclusion to this wretched chapter in a never-ending story.”
“You are leaving,” he smiled with a sadness that was always lingering just beneath the surface, “and – whatever is to come – I shall not be afeared for I am eager to return to your arms.”
With him gone, you sunk back against the pillows still holding the echo of his scent and closed your eyes, giving yourself over to the cold but welcome embrace of death.
Ulmo
“This is the way things go,” you sighed, sitting by the shore that had been your home for so many years, “and I am unafraid.”
A soft smile passed over your face; you had spent too many afternoons in Ulmo’s company to dread what was to come for you had faith – having seen one of the great Powers with your own unworthy eyes – and you accepted your mortal fate unconditionally.
“I will not give you up!”
The gurgling words whispering like the wings of unseen seabirds sounded strangely petulant for a being who knew everything and had nothing to fear.
“Where I go, you cannot follow me,” you laughed but your voice was diluted in the insistent howling of the wind; you knew that you were dying, you had felt the darkness creep into your bones and slowly paint your body from the inside out until you were naught but a shadow of your former self.
Dark swaths of otherworldly wrath gathered ominously – the tears of which you’d never feel on your wilted face – and, despite the chill of the grey afternoon, you wanted your last moments to take place here.
Reclining onto the moss covering the sharp rocks, you looked up into the sky – swirling with those clouds in the shape of all you had ever loved and admired – and made your peace with leaving this world behind forevermore.
“You will not leave,” the same ethereal voice – pebbles clicking in the stream of a jauntily leaping river – replied adamantly, “I won’t let you!”
Your head turned slowly as something cold started prickling in the palm of your outstretched hand.
“Do you remember?” He was mourning already, you realised, his tone deep and hollow like the unexplored abyss in which he reigned supreme.
Your fingers – thin and brittle like twigs drifting on the ocean – twitched as you saw the tiny, pristine bubbles popping merrily in your worn palm. Only now did you hear the angry crashing of the waves against the cliffs; Ulmo had whipped the ocean into a frenzy, lathering plants and swirling up soil to create a semblance of the stupid soap bubbles you had shown him long years ago.
What devastation would follow for the fishermen and farmers? The thought but caressed your mind, a shadow of guilt for the shared grief for one as inconsequential as you.
“I do remember,” you croaked; your limbs felt heavy and numb with cold and fatigue, but you tried to hold on to this last conversation a little longer.
“Will you do me one last favour?”
“Anything!” You had nothing to lose anymore; where you were headed, your riches, your pride, your very existence would be forfeit.
“Give yourself over to me,” he prompted softly and – as impossible as it seemed – warm water embraced you as soon as you had managed a faint nod, lifting you up as if you were as fragile and ephemeral as the dying foam in your hand.
Which you were, at least to him.
Dying, you cared not to which place you’d be whisked away; you had been blessed with experiences so extraordinary in life that you would have accepted an eternity of dull nothingness as counterbalance.
Sweet calm washed over you, drowning you in memories of bliss, before oblivion cradled you in her warm arms as you felt the weight of the world be muffled by a heavy wall of water that swallowed you eagerly.
“You shouldn’t have,” a foreign, enchantingly melodious voice drifted into your now quickly fading conscience while you sunk ever downwards.
“A grave is a grave,” your lifelong friend replied quietly and then, warm, wet sand was heaped upon your unfeeling body like a blanket of tender love.
So, there we are, tiny angst and dead readers...
I have tried my best to do as many different reasons and ways and reactions as I could think of; I hope you like this, dearest anon...
Other than that, I hope you all enjoyed this venture into unusual territory and - if so - I'd love you forever if you could comment/reblog.
Thank you so much!!!
Lots of love from me <3
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Insecurities. . .
(Kili x Reader)
(A/N); Hello and welcome, readers!! As always, thank you for stopping by!! I thought it was high time to write a fic for Kili! After all, who can resist that cheeky smile of his?? Do enjoy! ❤
Plot; Comfort drabble
Pairings; Kili x Reader (Romantic)
Warnings; fluffity-fluff and some angy-angst
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The evening was cheerful, the Company of Thorin Oakenshield having stopped for the night after a long day's travels. Peaceful ambience of the forest began to increase in the nightfall, the breeze light and cool as it swayed through the rustling trees.
Firelight filled the camp with a warm flickering glow, the smell of woodsmoke and Bombur's cooking potent in the air. Conversation was easy to find and delightful, as always. Bofur, Dwalin, Nori and a few of the others were sat together, conversing in what sounded like their native tongue. The intricacies and mysteries of Khuzdul still left you amazed, despite how it was only merriful banter.
You had stood by Bombur, offering to take Bofur's place tonight as the food-server. Each bowl of soup was steaming hot, your steps having to be quick to avoid burning yourself too badly from the scalding liquid as it dripped from the bowl. Each Dwarf had eagerly taken the food that was offered, exhaustion fueling their hunger. Even Bilbo and Gandalf seemed relieved to finally be eating this evening. The days were long and draining, trudging through the wilderness in the everchanging landscape. You too found relief in finally dropping down beside the youngest of the two Princes once your rounds were finished.
Fili, who usually kept him company of a nighttime, was occupied in the audacious conversations nearby. The booming laughter that rang out almost startled you whilst you settled in alongside Kili, him offering the occasional soft chuckle at the words being thrown between bites of his food.
Darting to you, the Prince's hazel eyes glistened with the embers of the campfire. A soft smile of amusement crossed his face, the action always seeming to offer you comfort. "What are they on about now?", you quirked a brow, his expression becoming contagious.
"By this point in the conversation, I don't think you want to know".
"Enlighten me", you encouraged, laughter slipping from the Princeling's lips. It was hard for Kili to restrain his smile when he finally obliged.
"They're taking bets on whether or not Bofur uses his hat in the bedroom".
"Pigs", you huffed, a moment's silence passing before you added, "He clearly does". The Prince snorted, his soup suddenly travelling through his nostrils. Something akin to a guffaw escaped his lips, whilst he desperately tried to grapple his composure in your now shared laughter.
"Agreed", he managed to wheeze out, wiping at his face and mouth.
In moments like this, you appreciated the bond that had formed between you both. Despite the seriousness of the quest at hand, you always found yourself at ease within Kili's easygoing nature and cheeky humour. He always had a way of soothing your anxieties with his jokes and lighthearted conversations, always looking on the brighter side of things. And although he was oblivious to such things, you'd come to find him to be quite beautiful.
It was hard not to when the light of the fire danced over his features, illuminating the strands of hair that fell effortlessly over his face. You'd come to admire those wavy tresses with their now auburn glow, sitting over his strong and broad shoulders. You wondered how he cared for them, keeping them so clean despite the lack of hygiene this quest entailed.
With his head turned and gaze fixed on the forest ahead, you found that his messed half-up had lost a few strands that dangled, masking the Prince's handsome face from your current view. His metal clasp was now sitting loosely on the back of his head. And although it offered him a fitting style, you wished to fix it for him.
Dinner became suddenly forgotten in your new endeavours when you decided to test the waters with Kili. Reaching for the strand that had fallen loose over his face, your fingertips worked the silken strands behind his ear with a delicate precision. The Prince almost seemed to stiffen at your touch, his breaths halting whilst goosebumps ignited across his skin. His lips had parted, lashes fluttering. No woman had ever touched him like that before. And although there was nothing sensual about your touch, it made every part of him light up like fire, craving more of that soothing gentleness.
Sensing his quiet, you became hesitant to continue. "May I fix your hair for you?". Your question had his hazel orbs clouding in confusion, scanning your face for any sign that you may have been jesting. He nodded shyly, his voice seeming to waver slightly,
"Please". That being all the confirmation you needed, you pulled the large clasp from his hair, the thick layers falling loose. Excitement bubbled in your chest whilst you shuffled closer to the handsome Dwarf.
Steadying his breaths, he resisted the shudder that passed through him when your fingers began working through his hair like a gentle comb. You began to remove the small tangles, relishing in the soft touch of his hair. The moisture in the strands was not greasy or dirty in nature and his waves bounced back, unaffected by your touches. The Prince's eyes had fallen closed, his dinner being long abandoned in his blissful state. The sensation of your nails brushing over his scalp had him drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to fight the pleasurable sighs that dared to leave his throat.
The boisterous conversations that once ensnared his attention had faded from his ears. He was barely able to register your voice when you spoke so gently to him. "Your hair is so beautiful", you marveled, spindling his soft hair between your fingers playfully. "How do you keep it so soft and lovely?". The young Prince felt his throat tightening from shock, pondering what your interest was in his hair. In his opinion, there was nothing special about his tresses.
Kili gathered no attention from women, unlike his fellow kin. His complete lack of facial and body hair meant that to any respectable Dwarf, he was considered ugly or unattractive. At your compliments, it was only normal for him to be in a state of disbelief. You were the first and only woman to take interest.
"It's nothing special", he finally murmured. "I just use a light oil after I wash my hair".
"You need to lend it to me sometime", you insisted with a grin, your eyes seeming to sparkle with mirth. "It works wonders on your hair. It's so beautiful". Kili felt his heartbeat increase, his tone falling quieter amidst his further disbelief.
"Do you think so?". In a sudden surge of confidence, you replied,
"I know so. You have the most gorgeous looking hair out of all the Dwarves in this Company". His eyes had blown wide, his lips parting in surprise. "It looks lovely pinned back", you added, finally binding his hair securely with his clasp. "Or left out". You shrugged. He grew confused when you shuffled in front of him. "But, I think I like your fringe the most. It frames your kind face without hiding it".
You were so close now, your (e/c) eyes trained on the delicate strands that made up his bangs. Your touch was featherlight and uncalloused, your face screwed in concentration. In your current focus, you didn't see the admiration and awe for you that shimmered in his gaze. Never had he gotten attention like this, even from a friend. Friend. He despised that word when his thoughts drifted to you. But, how could you possibly ever find him attractive?? His lack of facial hair and muscle was unmanly, even by human standards.
You were strangely beautiful to Kili. You weren't as tall or lithe as the Elves, nor as creamy-skinned or graceful. You had perfect little imperfections in your skin and freckles. Your hair had character, being curly. And you almost always wore your hair out of your face, the odd stray hair coming to frame it perfectly. And from the moment he sensed his feelings for you some weeks ago, Kili had felt his confidence decrease. He felt as if he had no chance with 12 other eligible Dwarves in the Company that could easily win you over with their toned bodies and lavish, braided hair.
The Princeling wasn't oblivious to how you often spent your time with Ori, looking through his books and learning how to knit the varying patterns he practiced. And despite how Ori was much younger than Kili, he had an attractive amount of body hair. He was nowhere near as confident as the Prince, nor as rehearsed in the prowess of battle. However, it didn't stop the envy that crept its way into his heart and mind. Looks had always mattered to everyone else before, so why would it be any different now?
When your cooler hands brushed over his face whilst you worked, it left burning tingles in his skin. You noted the perfect shaping of his eyebrows, running your thumbs over them to smooth any stray hairs. His features were strong, to be expected of a man in Dwarven culture. You swept loose pieces of his fringe from his cheeks, his stubble seductively rough beneath your skin.
Some part of you preferred Kili without a beard. All the hair that hung from the others was so extravagant, but you liked seeing more of his face. His cheeky smile was your favourite thing to see, even on a bad day. Perhaps a beard would hide that?
Raking his fringe up for slight volume, you found yourself taken by how ethereal he seemed. You questioned yourself on whether or not it was your lack of food and rest from the day, but you couldn't ignore the fondness that crept into your soul at being so close with him. A smile marked your face, setting the last strands of his dark locks aside.
"Beautiful", you'd murmured, a sense of accomplishment filling your heart. The warmth of his skin increased beneath your lingering fingertips, his hazel gaze playing over your softer features. To his greater surprise, there was only genuity in your expression. Not wanting you to retreat from him, Kili placed his heated callouses over your own, fighting the way his eyes slightly glazed over with tears.
"Thank you". He offered you one of those boyish smiles, taking comfort in the suppleness of your skin beneath his own. You caressed the stubble beneath your skin, grazing your thumb over the smoothness of his sharp cheekbone. Kili chuckled in amusement, "I look a bit more dignified now".
"Nonsense. Your hair looked fitting either way", you laughed softly, squeezing the warmer hands that held your own. "It's truly beautiful. Stubble and all". His dark brows had risen, wonder filling his kind gaze. You really didn't mind his lack of body hair??
"I always thought my stubble was– I thought it may have been unsightly", he confessed with the hints of a nervous smile, your brows creasing in light concern. "Beards are of high importance in my culture".
"Not in mine", you shrugged, slowly trailing your thumb over his dimples and slightly chapped lips. "Besides, how else would I be able to see that gorgeous smile?". The shy grin that slowly splayed onto his face at your words was the happiest one you'd ever seen on the Prince. Your words had dissolved any unsurities in his heart. "That's the one", you giggled, Kili trying and failing to restrain his smile.
"I think I like yours better", he murmured, sweeping one of your stray curls from your face. "It's the one I fell for, after all".
The small gap between you both closed, Kili's burning lips meeting yours in a gentle touch. It started off unsure and light, becoming almost fervent when your head tilted and lips parted to allow his tongue to slip past them. Using his hand resting along your jaw, he guided your head closer to his own, relishing in the need to be as close to you as possible. His stubble scratched the skin of your face pleasurably, a soft sigh exhaling through your nose.
The both of you separated, your lips swollen and tingling from the caresses and nibbles of his own. Kili's eyes finally fluttered open after a few moments, skimming your face with a soft tenderness. "Abnâmul", he whispered, running a heated digit over your tingling lips. "You'll have to let me do that more often".
"I'll have to think about it", you mused, squeezing the hand that cradled your face affectionately.
"Hopefully not too hard", Kili sighed in pretend dejection, tracing his thumb along your cheek. "I do really love you".
"I'm glad the feeling is mutual", you chuckled softly, pressing your lips to his with a playfulness. No longer burdened with his insecurities, Kili's laughter chased your own,
"Me too".
The End. . .
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heartbeat (thorin oakenshield x female!modern! reader)
gif by me!!
desc. - reader puts her CPR lessons to good use when thorin's on the brink of death. (inspired by an imagine by @imaginexhobbit but make it sad🫶 also i listened to "farewell to dobby" while reading this, it adds so muchhh)
warnings - angst 💔
word count - 2.7k
For most of the time you’d been traveling with Thorin and his merry band of warriors, you could only account a few times you provided yourself useful to the group. Bofur was a whittler and toy maker, Oin a healer, Ori a scribe. Thorin and his sister-sons, the rightful heir to a kingdom. Even Bilbo had squeezed his way into a position of burglary, though he was hardly fit, and was still fighting to prove himself.
You?
A few stories around the campfire. Some questions answered about where you’d appeared from out of nowhere in particular. Mouth watering modern food recipes you babbled on about, over rabbit stew Bombur happily served on the cold nights on the road. And sure, you were getting good with a sword, but not nearly as skillful as the fearless fighter Dwalin.
You could see the malevolence and distaste in Thorin’s eyes when Gandalf decided for himself that you would make a fine addition to the group. After all, some otherworldly stranger happening upon them just as their fateful quest began was no coincidence. To him it meant something. But to the leader of the group? Danger? Deadweight? You couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, it settled behind his cold, steel-blue eyes and swelled whenever he watched you fail miserably at every task given.
You simply weren’t built for a world like this.
Thorin didn’t hate you. He wasn’t necessarily fond of you either. And how you longed to fit in, impress him maybe. Break past whatever tough exterior that he used to keep a distance between the two of you. Pushing too much would surely annoy him, so you opted to keep to yourself, sitting back and placing yourself near Gandalf and the witty Bilbo Baggins, who seemed to have walked a few miles in your own shoes. If he could wear them, that is. Hoping maybe one day the King under the mountain would come around. Maybe.
But now, soaring over the horizon of a morning sun and above the towering mountains, on the feathered back of a massive bird, Bilbo had proven himself in his bravery, and you were alone and useless in your skills.
You were seated atop the same eagle as the halfling, right behind another that carried Thorin’s limp body in its talons, wind and the worried cries of his nephews rushing through your hair and past your ears. Azog’s fight was not an easy one. Not that you could do much anyways, dangling uselessly from a blazing pine tree and fingers slipping from its scorching branches. But Thorin, ever the brave, was taken down quickly.
Thank the lord for Gandalf’s endless alliances.
Now, the eagles circled a plateau, oddly sticking out from above high treetops like a sore thumb, and began to descend to its slanted surface where each member of the company jumped off. Some destination this was, hundreds of feet off the ground. You’d think they might find a safer spot to land this band of underground dwelling travelers but beggars can’t be choosers. At least you were out of harm's way for the time being. The eagle you and Bilbo rode flew low enough for you to hop off and land safely on the cliff’s surface, then turn and see Thorin, unconscious and unmoving, set down gently in front of the rest of the group.
They all crowded around him, shouting and shaking his body vigorously, but to no avail. Your stomach dropped when you heard one of them mutter a word that sounded like “dead”.
You rushed over, just getting a few glimpses of his face from behind the heads of thick hair and heavy fur coats circling him like vultures, Bilbo at your heels and following in curiosity.
“He’s not breathing!”
“Thorin! Thorin, wake up!” A hand tapped on the side of his face.
You immediately began shouting to clear some room. The sea of worried dwarves parted for you, just enough room to sling your haversack off your shoulders and lean down on your knees, bringing an ear to his mouth. They were right. Not a breath to be heard. Nor a pulse, you discovered, after placing your fingers to the side of his cold neck.
“No…no no, no.”
The company shared confused mutters and looks, worry lines still etched like canyons in their faces as they watched you clamor to unclasp his thick cloak and pull away as much clothing as you could from his chest.
Now, you were no doctor. Not even a medical student for that matter. Just barely scraping by with an art degree and two, low paying part-time jobs back home. Wherever that was. But, thankfully, those required CPR lessons back in junior high suddenly came rushing back to you, and you were gonna put to the best use you could.
You locked your elbows, flattened your palms, and then hastily pressed against the brute of his firm chest. Mahal, it was stubborn, and the armored shirt between your hands and his heart was no help, but acting quickly spared no time for shedding any more of his clothes. Again and again you pressed, one, two, just how the instructor taught you with her quick tongue and loud voice.
“An even pace! You’re going to lose him!”
The recall made your head spin, especially considering it might have been a bit comedic at the time, trying to revive an armless mannequin on the tile floor of your classroom. But under the steady pressure of your palms was a real person, teetering on the edge of life and death.
Gandalf landed somewhere behind you, being the last to touch ground, but he was forgotten in the sea of deep voices asking what you could possibly be doing.
By the 16th compression, you were beginning to break a sweat. Twenty, twenty one…
“Lass… what are ya’ doing?” Bofur's voice, usually friendly and jovial, was a low and cowering one. His question left the rest of the group quiet. You heard, but you didn’t answer. That would be for later when this was over. Preferably with a happy ending.
Thirty.
You moved to pinch Thorin's nose shut, tilting his head just slightly off the ground with the other hand tangled in his hair and breathed into his open mouth.
Any and all bewildered muttering was lost on the focus you had, to watch for any movement in his relaxed face.
You breathed again, and then bent over to listen. Nothing.
Now things began to get more grave than you’d taken them before.
You moved back to begin compressions again, this time pressing harder and deeper against his heart. You lifted a forearm to wipe the sweat gathering on your brow.
In your class, you were supposed to take turns, and rotate when one got tired so they could properly compress. But this wasn’t class.
Thorin was beneath the weight of your hands and his face was losing color.
“Come on… come on Thorin.”
You lost count after the 19th shove downwards, adrenaline kicking in and tears blurring the corners of your eyes as Thorin convulsed.
A warm hand settled on your shoulder above.
“Lass… he-” you smacked it away, anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach like fire that you spat out.
“No! No he’s not, n-not yet.”
Again, you breathed into his airway, heavy and even, like you were supposed to. You were doing everything right. So why wasn’t it working? Why wasn’t he breathing?
This was the quietest you had ever heard the company. Only birds and the sound of your exhausted, heaving breaths and choking sobs floating in the cool morning air.
You moved back to compressions, starting again, one, two, three. You were begging him, hysterically pleading his unresponsive body to kick start back up.
“Please Thorin. Come on.”
Now tears rolled down the apple of your cheeks, warm and bothersome and blinding, falling over your hands and his clothes. Your arms ached at the now desperate shoving against his heart. You looked pathetic, like a widow begging for scraps of Thorin’s lifeline, something to get him through. The ground dug harshly into your knees, bruising and irritating them through the pants as they dully scraped with each movement.
Twenty two.
You were slowing down, growing weary and tired from the work. But it wasn’t good enough. At this point, with the silent stares, you knew that even the ever stubborn dwarves had lost hope for their leader some time ago. And you had too, but now you were already getting past the twenty-fifth press down. Curse the lot of them, just staring down at you with pity as you sniffed and wiped the snot and tears from your face. And curse the beauty of the morning sun peaking over the mountains, so regal and beautiful, and staring down at the morose show of a sad little human weeping to herself.
“Please… please, God you idiot. Running down there like that.”
A cry frogged its way out of the back of your throat, raspy and gurgling. You lift his head for the third time, sniffed in and then pushed your shaking breath as hard as you could manage, pulled away, then back down to press your quivering lips upon his cold ones and-
A breath. Soft and faint, just barely there, and it slightly cooled the tears on your face.
You froze, staring down at Thorin to see his eyes twitch just slightly underneath their lids. Another exhale fled him, his time much more apparent, and his brows furrowed as he stirred awake. The gasps and shouts from the company, scrambling over and circling him like they did before to help him up as he came to.
“He’s alive!”
“A miracle! Bless the Valor!”
You lifted yourself from the ground, onto your feet, but the shock of your attempts actually working, and exhaustion, just left you to stumble backwards onto your butt, crying harder than before, in relief and joy, nonetheless sobbing like your life depended on it. You gave into the fatigue of your muscles, the tiredness from the adrenaline, and exhaustion from your sobs, and fell onto your back, covering your eyes with a forearm with the other limply laying on the ground next to you. Bilbo kneeled next to you and laid his small hand over yours, watching as the king was pulled to his feet and grimacing at the noises of his jovial party celebrating with shouting and laughing.
“You did it,” The burglar said quietly, just enough for you to hear. It wasn’t just amazement in his voice, but reassurance. Something to ground you, like the warm squeeze of his hand.
You trembled, breaths coming in and out with a shiver.
Thorin’s dazed when you slowly sit up off the ground to look at him, swaying about and being jostled as each excited dwarf embraced and jumped around him, and an arm shouldered over Kìli’s to keep his balance.
“You were dead.” Dwalin’s normally stony, hard-set face, was graced with the most horrified look you’d ever seen in your life, eyes widened and brows twisted upwards in awe. That seemed to settle everyone down enough, and shake Thorin from the rest of his stupor. Once again, the world around you was blessed with silence that you hadn’t gotten a taste of since you arrived. It was short lived.
“Dead?” Thorin asked, incredulous and confused.
“Ye’ weren’t breathing lad!” Gloin chimed in, “we thought you were gone!”
The king’s eyes narrow, and shift between the members of his party, blinking away a head rush.
“How is that possible?” The second set of words he’d spoken since he screamed Azog’s name. Thorin’s voice was low and rasping. He slowly turned, following the astounded, wide-eyed stares from the surrounding dwarves, boring into you like you were some God.
You sniffled, wiping at your reddened, runny nose with the sleeve of your shirt.
He lifted a jeweled hand to graze over his heart, where you were reviving him, just staring at the sad sight of your tearful eyes.
“She saved ya’, Thorin,” Balin’s voice is serious and somber, breaking the silence, “Brough’ ya’ back from near death. Mahal knows how.”
Thorin’s eyes grew sharp, brows furrowing and piercing into you, where you pulled yourself to sit on your knees. His fingers tightened around the cloth where his hand laid, clutching at his chest.
“You,” he gruffed, “You did this?”
“I-I… I didn’t know if it was gonna work.” Your throat tightened and squeezed. Great, even more tears flowed down your face. Thorin’s eyes held the same glint that made your stomach twist with embarrassment and shame. The least he could do is offer a nod of gratitude towards you. Instead, he tore free from the group, ripping his arm away off his nephew’s shoulder and stumbling towards you like a drunken fool, with thudding footsteps.
Dwalin calls after him uselessly, just hanging back and letting the scene play out.
When he stops in front of you, eyes firey and broad chest heaving breaths in and out, standing a few inches over where you’re knelt, all you can do is try not to look away. You’re glad you hadn’t.
A boa-tight grip took hold of your heart and tightened when you saw his features soften, worry lines and crow's feet disappearing in the appearance of a small, incredulous smile. His softened eyes lined themselves with the hint of tears catching like jewels in the morning sun. Thorin dropped down to his knees to meet your height in a hug that you could never have prepared yourself for. You freeze for a moment, completely dumbfounded. Thorin, fearless, merciless, King Under the Mountain was hugging, no, embracing you, with the force of a thousand winds and strength of ten thousand men, because he was alive, thanks to you. And you hugged him back, pulling closer than you already were, and grasping at the back of his shirt and cried into his shoulder. The dwarves cheered in excitement behind Thorin. Through the yelling and praise, you can hear Thorin’s low voice next to your ear.
“I cannot repay this deed. Thank you.”
You pull away to see the kindest, warmest smile your eyes had ever been blessed to lay upon. It knocked the breath from your lungs. The corners of his eyes and the arch of his nose wrinkled upwards. It suited his face much more than the cold and stoic stares he was prone to.
“I wasn’t sure you were gonna make it.” Was all you could huff out.
“Yet I did. I misunderstood you greatly.” Thorin wiped a tear from the side of your face, “You make a member of this group. My life is indebted to you. And you,”
He peered over your shoulder at a wide-eyed Bilbo Baggins, standing just past your shoulder. You helped him stand from the ground, arm linked in his to meet the hobbit.
“You nearly got yourself killed,” he slipped free from your arm, and started toward Bilbo, just as he did you. “Did I not say you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild?”
Your face fell, akin to Bilbo’s solemn look. He stood there, taking the string of insults like a punching bag.
“That you had no place amongst us?”
And then he pulled the hobbit in just as he did you.
“I have never been so wrong, in all my life.”
Your heart reeled, and this time you smiled along with the rest of the company’s rejoices, watching the surprised grin spread across Bilbo’s face. Thorin pulled away.
“I am sorry I doubted you.”
“No, no. I would have doubted me, too.”
A hand planted itself on your shoulder, and you turned to look at Gandalf and his sagely smile.
“You’ve made yourself quite the home in these dwarves' hearts, young lady,” he said. It was comedic, the way his silvery hair and beard dramatically blew in the wind, “Perhaps once this has settled, you stay with them. I think you’d find yourself more than welcome in Erebor’s Halls.”
You hummed in thought. The band of travelers were gathered on the edge of the plateau, looking out in the distance towards the peak of the Lonely Mountain, calling their name through the mist.
Thorin turned back to look at you over his shoulder with a gentle smile, and nodded his head to you in a silent thanks. The ghost of a blush spread across his face.
“I just might.”
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Caught Red-Handed - Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader
Title: Caught Red-Handed
Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader
Additional Characters: Balin and Bilbo
WC: 835
Warnings: Nervousness, awkwardness, some confusion, first meeting, slight angst, Dwalin eats everything, taunting, and overall fluff
It was night, and you and your cousin Bilbo were getting ready to eat supper. He had made a delicious meal, and you were starving. You were just about to dig in when there was a jingle from his door. You both paused, staring in the general direction of the door with furrowed gazes.
"Are you expecting anyone, Bilbo?" You asked as Bilbo stood, shaking his head.
"Not anyone I can recall." He spoke before leaving the room. You pursed your lips as to stare off to where he had left, before hearing Bilbo speaking to someone. You stood, confused and curious, slipping out of the kitchen to the hallway, peeking around the side of the wall to spot Bilbo with a Dwarf? What was a Dwarf doing here?
"Supper. He said that there'd be food. And lots of it." The Dwarf spoke with his gruff voice, tossing his furs into Bilbo's arms and leaving the room.
"He- He said... Who said?" Bilbo tried to ask, but the Dwarf was already gone.
You wandered over, crossing your arms as you looked toward your cousin, "I didn't know you had friends." You taunted lightly as Bilbo swiftly turned to look at you, with slightly narrowed eyes.
"You know I have friends, Y/N." Bilbo spoke defiantly, "Now, if you'll excuse me." He spoke, passing the furs to you before rushing to the kitchen.
You huffed, adjusting the heavy furs in your arms before tossing them on top of the old trunk in the corner. Curious about the man you heard was called Dwalin, you followed your cousin, peering out behind the wall once more to watch Bilbo watch Dwalin eat. You yourself stared at the Dwarf, curious and yet also slightly annoyed that he was eating your poor cousin's food, and yours.
Bilbo watched as Dwalin ate his supper before the Dwarf asked for more. Bilbo grabbed a piece of bread before handing the rest of the biscuits to Dwalin, who immediately stuffed his face with the bready treat.
"It's... Just that, uh... I wasn't expecting company."
Before either of them could say anything more, the doorbell jingled again, and Bilbo's eyes widened slightly.
"That'll be the door," Dwalin spoke ominously, as Bilbo sighed and walked over.
Before he could answer the door though, you had already done so, revealing yet another Dwarf. Bilbo saddled up beside you as you greeted the Dwarf with a smile.
"Balin." He then bowed, his arms stretched, "At your service."
You giggled lightly, "My name is Y/N. At yours. And this is Bilbo." You spoke before sharply nudging Bilbo in the side.
"Good evening."
Balin nodded, looking up at the sky, "Yes, yes it is." Before he enters with a slight frown. "Though I think it might rain later. Am I late?"
Bilbo tilted his head slightly, "Late for what?"
Before Balin turned his head and let out an 'Oh!' You turned alongside Bilbo, watching Dwalin had his hand in the cookie jar. Finally, your eye met his, he stared at you briefly before he greeted Balin; his hand was still stuck in the jar. After their... To you, an odd but cute greeting, Balin continued to speak to Bilbo, as you walked over to Dwalin, who tried to get his hand out of the cookie jar. Jiggling his large hand, the jar was completely stuck around his hand. As you neared him, he glanced up at you, before trying to pull his hand out more aggressively. You tutted, placing a hand on Dwalin's arm, stopping him before placing your hands on the jar, tilting it slightly before sharply pulling down; the jar popping off of his hand instantly.
Dwalin looked at you intensely, as you glanced up at him with a smile before taking out a cookie from the jar and handing it to him. "Here," You stated simply, holding the cookie, offering it to Dwalin, "These are my favorite." You grinned brightly.
The Dwarf stared at you incredulously, as you held your hand out, palm up expectantly. His gaze shifted to your hand before looking back at you, before finally taking the cookie; his large fingers brushing your palm delicately. You felt yourself blush as Dwalin bit into the small sweet treat, as you looked away, a small smile on your face.
"Thank you, lass," He spoke, causing you to look at him once more, "Your mate makes good cookies."
You covered your mouth as you laughed, shaking your head as Dwalin titled his head slightly, "Bilbo's not my mate, he's my cousin."
Dwalin narrowed his eyes as he tried to slow his racing heart, "Oh."
"My name is Y/N, by the way."
Dwalin muttered his name back, after he ate the last bite of his snack, he gave you an awkward nod and bid you farewell, making his way out of the living room and into the pantry. Your grin remained as you watched him leave, instantly intrigued by the Dwarf; your own curiosity sparked.
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What We Left Behind in the Flames
Chapter 10
Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader
Summary: sleeping arrangements are debated and a late-night talk with Bilbo has you reliving moments of your childhood with Thorin by your side
Warnings: no use of y/n, angst
Author's Note: Thank you sooo much for your patience with my new updating schedule (if you can really call it a schedule lol) If there is anyone I forgot to add to the taglist please just send me another message to let me know. Enjoy and have a happy new year :)
Word count: 1528
“Search to the back,” Thorin calls out to Dwalin, “caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied.” The rest of the company starts to shuffle into the damp cave. “There’s nothin’ here,” Dwalin’s voice calls out and you all start to drop your things down in relief. “Right then,” Gloin rubs his hands together in anticipation, “let’s get a fire started!” “No,” Thorin stops him, “no fires, not in this place.” You shiver and pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders. There is a horrible draft in the cave and you’re already soaked to the bone from the rain storm. “Get some sleep,” he instructs you all, “we start at first light.” You plop your wet things down onto the cavern floor. Everyone’s starting to unpack the necessities for the night, unfolding bedrolls and blankets. Finding free spaces on the cavern floor to claim. You’ve never put much thought into where you slept when setting up camp with the company. If you were in a particularly bad mood, you’d sometimes try and sleep as far away from everyone as safely possible. But now that you stand here, shivering in your rain soaked clothing, there is only one thing you desire: warmth. And if you cannot have a fire, there is one enticing alternative…
Your gaze drifts to the other side of the cave where Thorin speaks with a frustrated looking Balin. The two are huddled closely together.
Do you dare sleep next to Thorin tonight? The two of you had certainly crossed quite a few boundaries already, but only ever behind closed doors. Never while the rest of the company was there to witness any form of affection between the two of you. Would Thorin object to allowing them any kind of clue as to what has already transpired between the two of you? Do you even want them to know? It almost feels like admitting some sort of defeat. Thorin finally wore you down after all your claims of not being able to stand him. Fili and Kili would never let you hear the end of it.
“Bofur,” Thorin calls out, “take the first watch.” He turns away from Balin, briefly catching your eyes as you stand there watching him, still frozen in indecision. You can tell he’s having the same internal debate over your sleeping arrangements.
He averts his gaze from yours and instead turns his back to you, heading towards the furthest corner of the cave.
Ouch
That decision has been made for you then.
It should bring you some relief but instead all you can feel is…hurt.
But there’s really no reason to. Just because the two of you had been semi-intimate a couple of times doesn’t meant that you’re now…together. You aren’t even sure if you want to be with Thorin that way. Publicly, romantically, or however it was you used to imagine the two of you growing up.
Back when you were just a young, foolish girl. So certain that the dashing dwarven prince you’d grown up with would be by your side forever.
One way or another.
Marriage and courtship were never anything the two of you discussed but Dwarven society demanded that you would both marry someday.
Not long before Smaug arrived, your parents were already bringing by the occasional suitor. Desperate to try and marry you off, as if that would ever tame your wild nature the way they hoped it would. And of course Thorin would need a queen. A fully dwarven queen. Someone of status, not the half dwarf girl he spent all his time with. But even though you both knew you’d be married off eventually, it was always implied that you’d still be in each other’s lives. You’d been best friends since childhood, why would that ever have to change? You couldn’t imagine ever having to live without him.
That is, until you did.
Until he left you no choice.
You pick your things back up with a huff.
Fine then. If we wants to give you an orgasm then immediately go back to being a grumpy asshole, that’s on him.
You toss your pack against the cave wall. Angrily unpacking your things next to a very quiet Bilbo. Thorin has always been very hard on the hobbit, tonight especially. After nearly plummeting to his death over the slippery cliffside, the last thing he needs is Thorin’s aggressively cold shoulder. You feel bad for the poor thing, but you’re too busy festering in your own frustrations to say so.
After piling on every single blanket you own, you angrily lay down to sleep. Glaring up at the cavern and pulling the blankets all the way up to your chin.
Everyone else is already asleep. Snoring away in a deep slumber, clearly exhausted from the day’s journey.
Your eyelids are starting to droop as well. But just before you can drift off, a soft voice whispers your name from beside you.
Your eyes snap back open and you turn to look at a sheepish Bilbo.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers. You yawn and rub your eyes, turning onto your side to see him better.
“I don’t mean to pry, but I heard some of the other’s mention you’re only half dwarf. Is that true?”
“Yes,” you nod, “on my father’s side. My mother is-was a human.”
“Is that common in Erebor?” he asks curiously.
“Not at all,” you laugh quietly, “My father was a very well respected lord in Erebor. My mother was the daughter of a merchant from Dale. He would take any excuse he could to go into town and visit her stall. When they eventually decided to get married there was quite a fuss. My mother’s family wanted nothing to do with her- or me for that matter. But luckily my Father was very good friends with Thorin’s father, Thrain. They’d grown up together, they were as close as brothers. He blessed the union and when I was born he helped ensure that I was treated as a full Dwarven citizen, just like everyone else.”
“It must have been hard growing up though, I can’t imagine everyone was as accepting as Thorin’s family.”
“At times,” you admit, “but I had friends in high places. And people would rather hold their tongues around me than risk the wrath of those friends.”
“You mean Thorin?” Bilbo asks bluntly, and you peek over your shoulder at your king, making sure he is still asleep. “Everyone says you two used to be thick as thieves, practically inseparable.”
You can see the steady rise and fall of Thorin’s chest even from here.
“He was my best friend,” you confess in a soft whisper, not tearing your gaze from him.
Even in his sleep Thorin looks cross. That ever present frown still on his face as he holds his sword close to his chest, as if someone will attack him in his dreams.
“What happened?” Bilbo asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the memories of dragon fire and the anguished screams of your kin.
“Smaug didn’t just take our home and our loved ones,” you can still feel Thorin’s strong arms wrapped around you as he drags you away from the flames, kicking and screaming in protest.
“Every dwarf that walked out of those halls that day, did so with a piece of themselves missing. Joy, innocence; it all had to be left behind in the flames. Thorin had to step up and become a king, everyone was looking to him now. And I finally had the freedom I’d always longed for, but at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. We both had to leave behind our childhoods in Erebor, we had to grow up quickly to survive this new reality. We started to show our true colors, and neither of us liked what we saw.”
“You were angry,” Bilbo translates, “both of you.”
“There are many different kinds of anger, Master Baggins. His made him stubborn and afraid, mine made me reckless and bitter. Those don’t mix well together.”
“I don’t see why you two can’t get that back now,” he insists, “you were both young and grieving, surely enough time has passed since then?”
“Time has nothing to do with it,” you hiss, a sharper edge coming into your tone, “He’s done things I can’t forgive, and he’d never forgive me if he knew half the things I’ve done since we last parted ways.”
“What have you done?”
“You wouldn’t understand!” you snap, your voice slightly louder than you had intended.
“Go to sleep, hobbit,” you insist, rolling onto your other side to turn your back to him.
After a moment or so, you hear him settle back into his bedroll.
Your gaze falls back to Thorin’s spot across the cave. You could have sworn you saw his eyes close as soon as you look back in his direction, but you’re too tired to care. Your eyelids droop as you fall into a deep sleep, dreaming about that view from the doorway of the inn, tears running down your face, curses and insults screamed at his back as Thorin walks away.
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Men and Flowers
Pairing: Dwalin x human!F!Reader
Genre: Angst/fluff
Description: Insecurities creep up on Dwalin when he sees you with a young, human man. How could you ever want a dwarf like him compared to that? Little does he know, there's only one person you want, and it’s not the human man.
Warnings: None
Word count: 2080 (My longest fic so far!)
It started when Gandalf convinced the company to stop for supplies in a little human town on their way to the mountains.
Well, technically it started as soon as Gandalf introduced you to the company. He’d always thought that if he found his one it would be a darrowdam with a long, thick beard, but no. Instead he felt a warm rush of feelings he wouldn’t admit to having when you, a very beardless human lass smiled at him.
Thorin would never let him live it down if he found out.
So here he stood, with the other dwarves, watching as you spoke to a lad running a market stall filled with fresh fruit and flowers.
The humans weren’t used to seeing dwarves (or hobbits) in their town, so naturally, you had been chosen to do the shopping and communicate with the humans while Gandalf had disappeared off to who-knows-where yet again.
Dwalin could feel a frown creeping up on his face as you laughed at something the young man said. The man was around your age, he could tell, and he was everything a dwarf wasn’t.
His light brown hair was neat and tidy as it hung around his face, and he had less of a beard than Kili which was saying something. His face was scar and tattoo free, without any signs of living a hard life, and he clearly knew how to make a girl laugh.
You had lingered at the store longer than you needed to, admiring the bright flowers as the man chatted easily with you, and now Dwalin was scrutinizing things he wouldn’t have had you been anyone else.
The man certainly wasn’t bad looking when it came to humans, and Dwalin’s mood soured even more as you smiled, accepting a single periwinkle blue flower from the boy who was clearly trying to charm you-and succeeding.
Dwalin was knocked out of his brooding when someone nudged him in the side, and he turned to see Thorin looking at him knowingly.
“You're glaring. If looks could kill the lad would be dead ten times over.” Thorin’s voice was low, if slightly amused, to keep the others from hearing.
“Am I?” Dwalin muttered, glancing back at where you were slowly making your way back towards them.
“I don’t think you could be more obvious if you tried.” Dwalin sent a scowl at his friend for his offhand comment.
“Can’t you point out the obvious elsewhere then?”
All Dwalin received in reply was a shrug as Thorin moved away towards his nephews, most likely to break up their bickering before they began tussling on the ground in front of the humans.
~
That night Dwalin let out a quiet sigh as he leant back against the rock he sat by, his pipe in his hand as he took the first watch.
He knew it shouldn’t bother him, but his mind kept going back to your smile at the human man.
For the first time in his life, Dwalin was feeling something he’d never felt before; insecure.
Then again, since he met you, he’d been feeling a lot of things he’d never felt before. He’d never wanted to win someone's love and affections before.
In Erebor, and Ered Luin he was built like any other dwarf; stocky and strong with scars and tattoos that would only be admired. But it was different now. You were a human, so wouldn’t you prefer a human man? Someone tall enough to kiss the top of your head, without any scars or imperfections that other human women would frown upon.
And don’t even get him started on building a family. He didn’t even have a home, or a job. He couldn’t offer you any of the stability required to start a family, or even just make sure you had a safe, warm home to go back to every night. Besides, he was way too old for you being 169 while you were only in your twenties.
Surely a young human man, your own age, in a peaceful village with a stable job would be better suited to give you these things, to have a human family with.
Dwalin didn’t even have the resources to make you a courting bead, let alone gift you the jewels you deserve.
Dwalin winced, thinking back on how he’d treated you when you’d brought back the supplies. He’d been rash, still sour from seeing you with the young man, and given you nothing more than a displeased grunt when you tried to speak to him, brushing you off. And he’d still had a scowl on his face too.
He’d seen the hurt and confusion in your eyes before Fili and Kili had whisked you away to see what you’d bought. Even Thorin had given him a raised eyebrow once you were out of the way.
It had only given him a small bit of satisfaction when you’d handed the flower to a blushing Bilbo whom he knew you had no romantic interest in rather than keep it for yourself.
As he lay down on his bedroll (he noticed you’d put yours further from his than usual, and therefore closer to Thorin of all people) after waking Ori for his watch, he promised himself he’d make it up to you, whether he had a chance with you or not. The least he could do was have your friendship.
~
It was the next afternoon, when the company was setting up camp and you went to collect mushrooms from a small patch you’d seen earlier that Thorin nudged him.
At his questioning look, the king nodded towards where you’d disappeared into the forest. “She shouldn’t go alone. We don’t know what may be following us.”
Surprisingly, after the initial cold treatment, Thorin had warmed up to you. Maybe it was the dwarven instinct to be protective of their women as there were so few, but the king, and the rest of the company, had silently agreed to make sure you came out of this alive and as unscathed as possible.
Dwalin glanced at where you’d disappeared before picking up his axe and nodding, following your path into the forest, only pausing when a patch of delicate purple and white flowers caught his eye.
~
You hummed quietly as you crouched down on the forest floor, using your small dagger to carefully cut mushrooms from the patch growing and tuck them into the small bag that hung across your body. They would go nicely in the stew Bombour was going to cook that night.
You thought back to the previous day. It had been nice to stop in the town, seeing other people for a change. The dwarves and Bilbo had certainly grown on you, but they were all men and you hadn’t seen anyone else for a while, so it had been nice to see some other people, and the fresh groceries were worth it.
The only thing, or rather person, that confused you was Dwalin. When you’d first met, he was silent and said next to nothing, but you’d thought he’d been warming up to you.
He was happy to answer your questions, and even took the time to teach you to fight after the troll incident. He smiled at you sometimes, and you’d taken to sleeping not far from him, feeling safe with the warrior nearby.
You knew, if you’d been talking to a group of human girls like those you grew up with, you all would have been giggling over your crush. Because that’s what it was. A crush that was strengthening every day, and you were sure that by the end of the journey you would be fully in love with Dwalin, whether he cared or not.
But between visiting the town, and leaving it, something had changed. You weren’t ignorant. You had seen the glare he’d been giving you while you were at the final stall, and seen the scowl he’d been wearing when you’d tried to talk to him after and he brushed you off with an annoyed grunt.
He hadn’t talked to you since then, and the last night you’d even moved your bedroll away from him, lest he not want you near him and get annoyed.
You let out a harsh sigh as you put your dagger back in your boot and stood up.
“You sound frustrated.” You spun around, hand going towards the hunting knife strapped to your waist before you saw who had spoken.
Dwalin. You stiffened. “You startled me.”
The dwarf stood in front of you, leaning against a tree, axes strapped in place on his back. “That was not my intention. Thorin sent me to make sure you were alright.”
Well there went any hope he’d come because he wanted to. “Of course he did.” You headed for the path back to the camp, intent on ignoring him.
“Y/N.” You would have kept walking but a strong hand caught your arm, forcing you to stop. You huffed, refusing to look back at the dwarf.
There was a moment of silence, which you were about to break when Dwalin spoke. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you upset with me.”
You turned around, surprised. “Upset with you? I thought you were the one upset with me, although I can’t figure out why.”
The dwarf shook his head, suddenly looking sheepish. “I wasn’t upset with you. I had no good reason to be.”
You furrowed your brows, confused. “But you were glaring at me. At the market. And then you seemed annoyed.”
Dwalin looked surprised. “You noticed that?” Before you could speak he continued. “I wasn’t glaring at you. Not really.” You were about to ask just who he was glaring at then but he rushed on. “It was the lad. The young man serving you. He was flirting with you…”
You tilted your head. Yes, he’d been flirting with you, but you really weren’t interested. You much preferred a certain dwarf. “So?”
“So I was…” Dwalin broke off, looking to the ground. Flustered, you realized. “This is stupid.” He mumbled quietly.
He threw a bouquet of purple and white flowers you hadn’t realized he’d been holding behind his back to the ground at his feet.
You don’t know why it hit you then, but you blinked as you stared at the fallen flowers, realization washing over you.
“Were these for me?” You crouched down as you spoke, gently picking up the bouquet and brushing dirt off the petals. As you stood back up you noticed that the leather strip holding the stems together was the one Dwalin usually wore on his wrist, occasionally using it to hold his hair back.
You looked questionably at Dwalin who looked embarrassed as he watched you examine the flowers. “Like I said… It was stupid. I shouldn't have even hoped…” He paused, taking a breath. “You don’t have to say anything, lass. I get it.”
“Get what?” Did the warrior not realize he was making your wishes come true?
“You’re better off with that human man. He’s your own age, he’ll be able to give you a family… he’s not old, and scarred like me. You can’t tell me he’s not the ideal man every human woman in her right mind would hope to marry.”
You took a breath. You never thought you’d see this. Dwalin was insecure… because of a human man.
A rush of boldness hit you. “Then I guess I'm not in my right mind. Because I’d much rather marry you. Yes, he was sweet… but I much prefer strong, grumpy dwarves with lots of tattoos.”
The expression he gave you only made you continue. “I don’t need a house, or promises of a family. I want to be with someone because I love them, human or not, wealthy or not, it doesn’t matter.”
His expression grew more hopeful, although you could tell there were still doubts.
“I want someone who picks me flowers because they make him think of me. I want you Dwalin, can’t you see that?”
He moved closer, his voice rumbling as he brushed his fingers against your cheek. “I think I see it now.”
You smiled softly. Finally.
“Kiss me?”
“Of course. As many kisses as you want.”
~
And that night, when Dwalin set up his bedroll right next to yours and put his arm around you, the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep was his whispered words.
“I love you, Y/N.”
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One More White Hair.
Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader (human)
Warnings: ANGST! Insecurity, mutual pining, fluff.
Summary: From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you but won't let on as he believes he's an old man and is no good for you'.
Comments: Requested by two anons and @lemond57 Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll regarding when this fic should be set. The majority asked for post Quest. We also get a bit of match-maker Dis. So, enjoy!
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Thorin sighed as he stood in front of his full length dress mirror. He was sure that another grey hair had appeared overnight. It shone silver as it wove through his braid. Each hair was a reminder of all those years that he was ahead of you. But nothing could stop his heart wanting you as much as it did. By human years you were in your prime of life, at your peak. Thorin felt as though he was now deflated, crumbling away as he approached his second century. Surely if he had met you all those years ago when he was young, and his hair was black and his skin free of blemish, you would have fallen for him. The scars which littered his body acted as a map of all the wars he had participated in. Each blemish was a sign of his experience. Your skin was still unmarked, unbroken. So much innocence.
That evening would be your weekly dinner with Thorin, the rest of his court advisers and Dis. Since being part of the King's Company only a few months prior, Thorin had made sure you now had a home, security and position. You remembered your first day at council, all eyes were on you. No one of the race of Men had ever taken a seat on Dwarf council. However, as time passed, you had gradually found your place. Dwalin and Balin had welcomed you immediately, having been two of your traveling companions.
In your bedchamber and you began pushing through the clothing which hung in your wardrobe. Dresses, tunics, shawls, cloaks, robes. One dress sat at the end of the line of clothing: it was the dress that Thorin had gifted you upon moving into your bedchamber. It was deep, midnight blue. Dresses always made you feel insecure, as if unwanted attention would be drawn to you and mockery would be shown. And this one had been no exception, until now. You picked it up and draped it over your arm. Something hit you, a revelation... it was the same colour that Thorin always wore. Had this been a simple coincidence? Probably. You highly doubted that Thorin would have thought that deeply into such a thing as this.
With a sigh, you shifted away and began to dress for the occasion.
Thorin was first in the hall, sitting at the head of the table. And gradually everyone began to appear, filling up the seats around the long table. Wine and ale was on hand, plenty to keep everyone merry.
You sat at the far end of the table, next to Balin. First off, you placed a napkin into your lap, preparing for the meal. Then you looked up and noticed Thorin glancing at his own reflection in a goblet. Why did he do this so often? Was he becoming vain?
Thorin sighed and looked over toward you, noticing that you had your gaze in your lap. But his heart hammered in anxiety and delight at the sight of you wearing the dress. It looked just as he had imagined; it was a snug fit and showed off your curves beautifully.
Balin smirked to himself as he noticed Thorin watching you. It had become known within the main circle of advisers that Thorin had his eye on you. However, you remained oblivious to the fact.
The evening went as it normally did: eating, drinking and plenty of chatter.
You noticed that Dis kept whispering to Thorin, nudging him. But his face would then contort and grow angry, until finally he hissed something at her and she crossed her arms in frustration. "I think you take the stubbornness of Dwarves to a whole new level!" Dis exclaimed.
"Enough!" Thorin bellowed.
Everyone stared for a second at the King and his sister, then shifted their nervous gazes elsewhere.
"Umm, we'll begin taking our plates to the kitchens," you proposed, feeling awkward. The rest of the table, apart from Thorin and Dis, muttered in agreement and grabbed their plates and cutlery, hurrying to the kitchen, which was just out of the hall.
Thorin and Dis remained sat down, almost side by side.
"Thorin, I'm being serious, you need to tell her," Dis said, her voice soft but firm. "You've given everything for this kingdom, for our people. You deserve some happiness. I see the way you look at each other."
"Dis!" Thorin warned.
"You think the fact you're older than her makes a difference. It doesn't."
"Look at me!" Thorin exclaimed. "I'm an old man. What kind of woman would want..."
"She would," Dis replied. "Trust me. You've got nothing to lose here, Thorin, and everything to gain. Just talk to her."
Thorin sighed and smiled weakly at Dis. "I shall."
As the guests of Thorin's dinner began to disperse, he called you back. "Can I talk with you privately?" he asked.
Dis smiled to herself and winked at Thorin as she disappeared out of the main double doors.
"Of course," you said. You sat down at the table where Dis had been sat. "You look worried. What's bothering you?" The set of his face seemed to be that of anguish. Did this relate to his outburst earlier?
Thorin blinked hard and looked down at the table.
You reached across and took his hand. "You've put your faith and trust in me this far, please do not stop now."
"I..." Thorin began, his silver blue eyes locked with your gaze. "I love you."
You gasped, unable to hold back your shock at this. "You...you..."
"I love you," he said again. "But I'm old, and while I know my sister means well, she doesn't see the years on my face that I do. Every time I look in the mirror, I see one more white hair. My body is littered with scars. I should not be yearning for you the way I do...."
You gripped his hand tighter, your thumb caressing his. "You're not old. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"What?"
You smiled as you saw his eyes widen in shock. "I mean it. You are. You might be older than me, Thorin, but I never see your age. I just see a beautiful man who I would never have any chance with."
Thorin chuckled. "You're very wrong in your estimation of chances."
You brushed your hand through his long locks, still smiling as you did so. "These white hairs just add to how handsome you are, you know?"
"You are trying to flatter me now..."
"No, I'm speaking the truth. I'd never speak anything but truth to you. I've seen you look at your own reflection so many times, and I kept wondering if you were growing vain."
Both of you couldn't help but laugh.
Thorin cupped your cheek with his hand. "It felt like with each new white hair you were growing further and further away from me."
"Never," you whispered, and leaned in for a kiss.
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