(the parallels)

(I just think they’re neat)

Sleepless Nights. . .

(Fili x Reader)

(A/N); Hey, readers! Thank you for stopping by to read this!! You can probably tell that this was a "lying in bed whilst cold" idea. Cos let's face it - we all want to snuggle a Dwarf. Enjoy! ❤❤

Plot; Bedsharing drabble

Pairings; Fili x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; if you like sweet fluff - you'll probs need a dentist, sexual themes / implied smut / brief scene (18+)

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The last light of the day had finally descended behind the horizon when the Company had finally set up camp for the evening. Although the wind of the evening was soft, its chill bit down to the bone. For the Dwarves of Thorin Oakenshield's company, this was not the case.

The Dwarves had thick, hardy blood from their upbringings and many winters spent within the Blue Mountains, making them immune to what they considered a light evening breeze. Gazing at their merriment, you found yourself envious of their indifference to the elements whilst you sat close to the crackling embers of the campfire. You had no such resistance in your blood. Your homeland was mild and warm, the summers being considered hot. None of the furs and clothing you had brought with you were enough to combat the chill of the nights in this part of Middle-Earth. Snuggling into your blanket that you'd draped over your shoulders, you sighed. You prayed that the cold evenings would cease or that you magically gain resistance to the elements over night. These were only the first nights of the quest, and there would be hundreds more. Bombur's hot stews only gave temporary relief, not being able to stop the suffering you felt in your nightly attempts to sleep restfully.

Night after night now, you'd slept horribly. In your futile attempts to rest peacefully, your sleep was light and consistently broken with your trembling. In the mornings, you'd been feeling drained and sore from being curled so uncomfortably in your bedroll. The Company had sensed your quiet and if they'd seen your exhaustion, they'd kept silent about it for your sake. Thorin Oakenshield was a hard man to please, still remaining unimpressed with your presence, like that of Bilbo's. He'd made it clear to the both of you that you were not to be liabilities on the Company. There would be no stopovers in cities, only the dangers of the wilderness. Despite Thorin's hardened will towards you both, you'd grown close with the Hobbit and become quite fond of him. His soft, kind nature had inclined you to feel more protective over the smaller man. However, Fili and Kili saw it as a point of exploit for their mischievous teasing.

There had been many wails and cries from the forest, heard within the evenings, some even managing to startle Thorin himself. He never rested easy either, to your understanding. "The Orcs must be getting restless", Kili mused beneath his breath, knowing that Bilbo was within earshot. The Hobbit had worriedly glanced around the quiet camp. Kili fought his grin, sharpening and cleaning his blade with careful strokes.

"I wonder how long it'll be before we come across them? Or how long it'll be until they find us?", Fili sighed nonchalantly. Your brows furrowed in distaste at their jesting. This was the second time over the course of the week that they'd done it, Thorin telling them off on the first time. It was your turn now.

"Don't listen to them", you chided Bilbo, sparing half a glare to the younger Dwarves as they sniggered to themselves. "They're just trying to be funny". Bilbo sighed, setting his bedroll next to yours,

"Don't you worry that they may be right??".

"No". Your flat answer and shrug surprised not only Bilbo, but the two mischief-makers across the fire. "We're in a camp full of Dwarven warriors armed to the teeth", you elaborated, eliciting smug brow raises from the Dwarven Princes who eavesdropped. "Their pained screaming would probably alert us so that we could escape". The Hobbit found himself chuckling at your addition, the two Dwarves quickly losing their smugness. Despite that, they found themselves in admiration of your fiery wit and sense of humour; Fili especially. He remembered your meeting in Bag End, when he protected you from Kili's food throwing. Although, you really didn't seem to mind it at the time. Both Dwarven Princes had taken to you quickly, despite their Uncle's coldness to you. You had been kind to them since the moment you'd met, carrying many hilarious conversations and jokes on the journey thus far. A smile curled onto the blonde Prince's face whilst he lit his metal pipe, his eyes dancing over to where you and Bilbo prepared to sleep. The Hobbit turned to you,

"Are you sure you want to sleep so close to the fire?". Pulling your blanket closer to your shoulders, you nodded,

"I'll be fine". Bilbo couldn't help his concern. One turn, and you could easily catch fire. He hadn't realised it, but you'd been trying to sleep closer to him each night, praying that some warmth might leech onto you. Even that had become futile now, this becoming your last resort.

Shuffling down, you started to make yourself comfortable for the evening. A soft hum left your lips once you settled, the deep warmth of the fire reaching your frozen limbs effortlessly. Fili watched in curiosity, as he'd done for the last few nights thus far, unbeknownst to yourself.

He'd noticed the paleness starting in your face, the way you constantly needed to stretch your limbs as if they were weak, tired and sore. You'd also developed a soft darkness beneath your eyes, seemingly more tired with each day's passing. Something was wearing you down. He even thought of telling Oin that you were unwell, Kili refusing the idea. If their Uncle caught wind that you had a sickness, he would leave you in the nearest town for care, unable to risk the safety and health of his kin. Kili was positive that it would pass. Yet, Fili wasn't so sure. Seeing you now trying to curl up to the fire after countless nights of lying extremely close to Bilbo had him worried that you had caught chills from a disease. That slowly, hypothermia may take you. Your eyes fluttered closed, unbothered by the world, Fili's brows creasing with worry.

"What is it?", Kili whispered, noting his brother's expression with equal concern.

"Something isn't right", he replied underneath his breath, eyes drifting to his counterpart. Kili's lips pursed, eyeing your form from afar.

"Agreed. She strays further from being herself every day, growing more exhausted".

"I wish I knew how to help her", Fili sighed. "But, she is silent about whatever this is. Maybe Oin—".

"No", Kili halted him. "I don't think she's sick". The blonde's brows rose, encouraging his brother to elaborate. Yet, before he could, a figure had crossed the camp.

"No, I've seen enough", Dori hushed his brother Nori, turning to your figure on the floor. "(Y/n), pardon me for disturbing, but I can't take this any longer". Propping yourself up on your elbows, you gazed up incredulously at the pompous Dwarf you'd also grown fond of. Dori had begun to fuss over you in previous days, ensuring that you were eating enough. You appreciated him and his motherly nature, yet now you weren't so sure.

"Dori?", you questioned, a brow quirking in confusion.

"You need to move from the fire right this very instant, lest you wish to burn yourself alive!". Sighing, you rubbed at your eyes.

"Dori, I'll be fine—".

"No!", he cut in harshly, silencing you. His eyes seemed to plead with yours, clouded in concern. "You'll catch alight being this close and I will not allow it!".

"Dori, please", you begged, the exhaustion in your voice softening his eyes. "I'm freezing. I'm cold—". Before the argument could get around the camp, Fili marched forward. He now understood why your nights had been sleepless. It all made sense. You were cold. He'd almost forgotten that you'd come from a more tropical part of Middle-Earth.

"Dori", his stern voice seemed to break the resolve of the older Dwarf. "I'll handle it from here". In his crystalline gaze, there was a surity and a sense gratitude for the other's efforts. Dori conceded hesitantly, sparing you a sympathetic glance before he parted. You came to dread the Prince's presence, grumbling to yourself in frustration. He was going to ask you to move as well, wasn't he?

"(Y/n), just move aside from the fire a moment".

Not wanting any more fights, you huffed, coming to a stand. The evening air attacked your form, your lower jaw beginning to tremble. The comfort of the fire was no more whilst you settled not too far from Bilbo. You curled painfully in your blanket, forcing your eyes to close. Fili had a sense of relief within him. You weren't sick, thank Mahal, but, he wouldn't let you suffer it out anymore.

In your numb, painful state, you hardly noticed the Prince setting his bedroll beside your own. He slid down, increasing the cold you felt when he lifted your blanket from your form. Your eyes shot open in a form of shock, your body tensing and covered with goosebumps. Instead, Fili set the blanket with his own, creating a double-layer blanket. Not only did the Prince cover you, but himself as well, shuffling closer to you. "Fili", you breathed out his name, your teeth beginning to chatter. "What are you doing?".

"It's okay", he murmured with a softness, wrapping you under one of his larger arms. Heat seemed to pour from Fili, his barely clothed form alike to a furnace. "Can I move closer?".

"Please", you shuddered, the Prince obliging quickly. Your arms came to wrap around him, the cold of your hands resting on his back seeming to give him shock.

"Mahal, you're so cold", he mumbled, curling his head over yours to comfortably have your head in the crook of his neck. You huffed harsh breaths, your body slowly becoming used to the warmth enveloping you. His large hands were like branding irons on your clothed skin as he rubbed circles over your arms and back, his hair masking your face from the cold. Once you ceased your breaths, your trembles coming to fade, he eyed your face for sickness. "Are you alright?".

"Yes", you sighed, nuzzling into his chest. "Thank you". A soft smile splayed on his face, relieved to see you no longer in pain. "Please don't leave".

"Just sleep", he encouraged, running his hand over your hair. "I won't leave you". There was a gentle compassion in his crystalline gaze that completely mesmerised you. Your tired gaze finally closed, fully trusting the kind Dwarf. Sighing in contentment, your body relaxed for the first time in many nights. Fili's heart thrummed like a lullaby close to your ears. His soft breaths were calm and steady, repeating in a blissful loop. It wasn't long before your breaths evened out, his callouses running gentle caresses over your cheek. And despite how he usually stayed up later, Fili allowed his eyes to come to a restful close as well.

The following morning came quickly over the horizon, your eyes fluttering open to find soft breaths fanning over your face. Fili's expression was peaceful whilst he slept, his arms holding you flush against his form. His legs had tangled with yours in your shared unconsciousness and you found that your muscles and bones no longer ached with inflammation. It had been the best sleep of your life.

With him already awake, Thorin's ocean gaze scrutinized your tangled forms from afar, yet said nothing. The rest of the Company didn't share his response as they rose for the day.

"You were awfully quiet for two people that bedded each other", Dwalin had teased, earning a disappointed look from Balin.

"Can't have been that good in bed then", Nori commented playfully. Gandalf had shaken his head at their antics.

"I was just keeping her warm!", Fili had defended, the Company laughing in their amusement.

"Aye, I believe that", Bofur conceded. "But, with or without yer pants on?". The blonde glared, sparing only you a sympathetic glance.

"Did you sleep well?", he asked, slipping his coat on over his tunic.

"Yes, thank you", you grinned, your muscles no longer stiff and your face no longer like death. Fili matched your expression. "I'm sorry about them".

"Don't be", he chuckled, shrugging. "They're just jealous". Some part of you felt as if you'd never sleep that well again. You knew Fili was doing this as a one-off and it saddened you. However, you would not waste this energy while you had it. You'd relish in it, even if it was for only one day.

Bombur had made a hot breakfast, rehydrating dried meats, cooking eggs, tomatoes and frying the mushrooms Bilbo had picked in the woods yesterday. Dori had set you aside a plate, ensuring that you had enough sustenance to carry you throughout your day. "I'm sorry", the older Dwarf planted himself beside you. "For everything". You turned to him, feeling the regret in his gaze.

"Don't be. I was lying too close to the fire. You cared for me, like Fili. Thank you". Dori offered you a smile of warmth, rubbing your back comfortingly.

"It's alright", he assured you.

As the day progressed, Ori had offered to knit you an extra blanket. Thorin didn't like the idea of his scribe forsaking his job for you, however, he understood why. Compassionately, he'd offered you his coat instead, which had shocked even his nephews. You didn't wish to deprive Thorin of his source of warmth, thanking him kindly, but declining the offer. The days were growing warmer, you'd noticed, but the nights were less promising.

The evening approached all too quickly, the late afternoon winds carrying a chill. Eagerly, you'd awaited Bombur's rabbit stew, courtesy of Fili and Kili's hunting skills. Ori had approached you whilst you ate, wrapping a scarf gently around your neck that he'd knitted post-haste for you. "I know it's not much", the young Dwarf fumbled. "But, I hope you like it and that it keeps you warm". You smiled, causing his expression to light up before you offered him a side hug. Happily, he obliged.

"It's more than I deserve, thank you, Ori". Dori smiled at your interaction, clapping his youngest brother on the shoulder in gratitude when he returned to his family. Bofur had taken to giving you his hat, lowering the flaps over your ears to keep them warm.

"Keep that safe for me, Lass. Can y' do that?". You grinned at his friendly demeanour, nodding.

"Thank you, Bofur".

"Was the stew hot enough?", Bombur asked with some insecurity. It occurred to you then that word had spread fast around the camp about your more tropical background.

"Beautifully so", you'd assured him to his delight. Oin had even taken to offering you a tea he'd made from chamomile flowers and honey-dipped sage for more peaceful sleep and happy muscles.

However, you dreaded only being with one blanket as the cold front moved in. You'd set up your bedroll as the trees rustled up above. The stone-covered floor beneath you matched the cold in the air, stealing the warmth from your form as you attempted to settle for the night. Steps approached your tensing form, the blonde Princeling aligning his bedroll with yours again to your surprise.

"What are you doing?", you whispered, eyes darting up at him in alarm. A soft laugh rumbled in his chest whilst he settled in with you.

"What does it look like?", he bounced back. "I told you I wouldn't leave you. I meant it". He offered you a lopsided grin that made your heart do backflips. "How close you snuggle up to me is entirely up to you". And despite his cheekiness, you didn't refuse his kind embrace, that same compassion twinkling in his icy blue gaze. His hot clothed skin met your own, a sense of bliss travelling into your very soul at the soothing feel of it. He adjusted Bofur's fluffy hat, ensuring Ori's scarf was also adequately covering you.

"Thank you", you hummed, almost gasping at his callouses trailing up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"It's alright", he murmured, his chin resting upon your head in contentment. Some part of you prayed that he'd never stop sleeping beside you like this.

To your delight, it became a nightly ritual. Most times, no words had to be expressed. It never mattered how involved in a conversation Fili was, he would always follow you to your slumber whenever you decided to sleep. If he was on nightwatch, he would hold you in his arms, bundled into his lap. It was in the quiet hours of the night in which Fili allowed himself to admire the evenness of your breaths and your restful expression. Sometimes, he would lay soft kisses upon your forehead when he was sure you were entirely asleep. Slowly, he came to the understanding that he was becoming taken by you.

Guilt had begun to fill his heart over time. This was an entirely innocent act and yet, Fili felt as if he had tainted it. You had no idea about his feelings and if you did, would you still allow him to be so close? To hold you with the hands he desired to do so much more with? He found it was selfish to keep you so close, feeling that you deserved more than him.

It mattered not when danger struck the Company.

First, it had been trolls who'd taken to stealing the ponies for their meal, before putting yourself and the Dwarves on their breakfast menu. But, with the coming of Radaghast the Brown afterwards, Fili realised there were far worse worries than the trolls they'd faced or his impure thoughts.

Wargs with Orcs astride were hunting you all and there was nowhere to run. Adrenaline carried the Company across a field littered with boulders. "Ori, no! Get back!", Thorin exclaimed, pulling the younger Dwarf back against the fifteen-foot boulder your group had begun to pass. Sweat beaded down your forehead, eyeing Thorin for further instructions. It was Gandalf who instructed you to keep moving instead. "Come on, come on, quick!!", he ushered everyone along. Fili stuck close to you, pulling you with an iron grip to ensure you kept up. You never fought his touch, holding onto his larger hand whilst your legs burned amidst your sprint.

"Where are you taking us?", Thorin had ground out in his suspiscions, eyeing the grey wizard who declined to answer him. The howling of the Wargs was enough to heighten your anxieties, alleviating your pain, pushing you forwards. Radaghast's cries of laughter descended over the hills ahead, alerting you all to the nearby Orc pack. What you weren't expecting was to see Radaghast leading them in the hills right ahead of you. The Dwarves were lead to a sharp left, you all ducking for cover beneath a boulder. Thorin pinned Bilbo beneath his arm and against the boulder face, doing a headcheck to make sure that everyone was accounted for. Fili had you pinned behind him, his large twin-swords drawn. Thorin admired his nephew's instincts to protect those weaker than himself. Not that you weren't a capable fighter, you just weren't as seasoned as the Dwarves. Dwalin growled beneath his breath, his axe at the ready. Ori clung to your arm, holding on for dear life. All of your breaths, despite wishing to catch them, shallowed as the jaws of a Warg gnashed menacingly above. Thorin's ocean gaze darted to his youngest nephew, armed with a bow. Panic leapt into your throat. You would get caught, you knew that. Your mouth opened to protest, but Thorin had given his orders. Kili stepped out from beneath the boulder, firing true between the Warg's eyes. This was not enough, to everyone's surprise. The Warg and his rider tumbled to the floor, the Dwarves striking hard and fast. Your face had screwed into a cringe, the wails of the two hellish creatures echoing throughout the hills. A moment of tense silence passed before a foul tongue was heard on the wind, Gandalf's gaze snapping to the hills ahead. Howls began to echo in the landscape, the wizard shouting, "Move!! Run!!". Your feet hit the ground, Fili pushing you forwards, ahead of himself. Noticing that Bilbo was lagging behind to your right, you gripped onto the Hobbit, pulling him with you.

"Ori, quick!!", you ushered the smaller Dwarf that flanked your left.

"I'm trying!", he gasped, gaining on your lead.

"There they are!!", Gloin yelled, pointing to your far right. You spied the many numbers they had, your heart battering within your ribcage.

"This way!", Gandalf called, looping you further left and down the yellow hills. Thorin was faster than the rest of his Company, taking the lead ahead of the grey wizard. Yet, it was all for naught. Thorin's arm stopped your group, growling at the Orc riders dead ahead.

"There's more coming!!", Kili shouted, arming his bow to fire.

"Shoot them, Kili!! Shoot them!!", his Uncle ordered with urgency. You drew the sword on your waistbelt, holding it in a defensive position.

"We're surrounded!!", Fili proclaimed, only a few yards ahead. The enemy had completely enclosed the Company in. And you were all heavily outnumbered. You darted forwards to help build the front lines, Fili catching you in his peripheral. His strong arm outstretched, catching your smaller form. "Stay behind me!!". The sternness and desperation lacing his voice whilst he held you back was almost terrifyingly different to the softness he usually offered you.

"I'll fight with you! I can fight!!", you argued.

"No!!". His voice dropped an octave. "Flank the others. Protect them. Let me protect you!". His eyes pleaded with you whilst he gently shoved you back. "Do as I say, (Y/n)!". Fili was a seasoned warrior. With so many enemies, you may be the Company's last line of defense. Kili shot arrows effortlessly into the wind, the other Dwarven warriors falling into a panic.

"Where's Gandalf?!", Dori shouted. Now that you looked around, running to regroup with Bofur, Bilbo and Thorin, you didn't see the wizard anywhere. Dwalin flanked your right, responding hatefully,

"He's abandoned us!!". You panted, watching to your horror as Ori took the first line of defense, shooting his slingshot weakly at the leader of the pack to no avail.

"Ori!!", your cry broke the air, Thorin charging forwards from your left to join the outer circle with his nephews.

"Hold your ground!", he screamed, Dwalin and Bofur lingering with you to protect the others. Readying yourselves for a difficult fight, you all jumped when hearing the voice of the wizard you'd all come to love so much.

"This way, you fools!!", Gandalf yelled, seemingly within a ditch in the rocks. It was your best chance. Everyone knew it, not hesitating to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the boulders.

"Come on! Move!!", Thorin barked, ushering Bombur, Fili and Ori ahead of himself. Kili had not stopped holding his ground courageously. "All of you, let's go!! Move! Move!!". As per Thorin's proclaimations, you helped Bofur, Bilbo, Balin and Dori into the ditch below. Meanwhile, the King skillfully struck down the Wargs that attempted to foil your escape. Oin, Gloin, Bombur and Bifur slid down, one by one. Dwalin grabbed ahold of you, once assuring himself that Fili, Nori, Ori and Thorin were near enough.

"Let's go!", he'd shouted, dragging you down into the darkness below. Eagerly, the Dwarves below attempted to catch you both, cushioning your rough fall successfully. Quickly regaining your foothold, you held up your weapon in renewed fervour.

"Kili!!", Thorin shouted, still not descending until all of his kin were accounted for. Gandalf helped keep track of that, having counted you all as you fell in. Ori and Nori had come tumbling into the cavern, everyone pulling together to break their fall. Nori pushed Ori behind himself, growling with a primal fury. The two Dwarves were followed by Fili, Kili and finally Thorin. Dwalin and Fili fronted a defense in front of you, the latter tucking his arm behind himself to cover you.

Instead of the onslaught you'd all expected to follow, a horn broke the air, hooves breaking the softer ground above with thunderous steps. An onslaught had begun, just not involving the Company. Metal clashed in the fields above and arrows flew, an Orc tumbling into the cavern with one piercing his chest. You all were ready to fight the creature, sighing in relief when you found it to be deceased. Not satisfied, Thorin ripped the arrow from the Orc's chest to examine its make. "Elves!", he spat, throwing it aside distastefully.

"I canny' see where the pathway leads!", Dwalin called out, having now moved ahead from the group. "Do we follow it or no?!".

"Follow it, of course!!", Bofur responded all too eagerly, pushing his way through the crowd his kin had formed. The Company didn't wait for further orders, Nori leading his brothers behind Bofur and his cousin and brother. Balin followed suit with Kili at his side. Gloin and Oin followed after them. Thorin's eyes darted between Gandalf and Bilbo with an unreadable amount of frustration before following his kin.

"I think that would be wise", Gandalf agreed with some lighthearted amusement. You breathed a sigh of relief, placing your sword back into its scabbard. The Company had survived, you were all alive. Fili waited for your steps to follow his own before moving forwards. Bilbo lingered with the wizard, their steps falling far behind your own.

"Are you hurt?", the Princeling asked, his gaze travelling over your beautiful body for any signs of injury.

"I'm fine", you sighed. "In need of a lot of rest. And you?".

"The same", he assured with an amused huff. You were all finally safe, having landed in the realm of the Imladris, better known as Rivendell; the home of the Elves. You had always wished to visit these lands, having read about this place only in legends.

The rays of the setting sun reached over the cliffs of the Valley. It provided a dim, natural lighting of a golden orange. Upon seeing the water that flowed freely through the small and beautiful city, your body craved a bath and a new set of clothes. Sweat and dirt had matted your clothing heavily, creating an unpleasant stink and stickiness to your skin. Thorin was in no way impressed about being in Rivendell over the next few days. Yet, most of you couldn't care less.

You all had descended the stone steps, having an Elf by the name of Lindir greet you upon entry. Gandalf had asked for an 'Elrond', a name you had read only in Middle-Earth's greatest history books and legends. Lord Elrond Half-Elven. And it wasn't long before he showed. He and his men came astride many stallions, surrounding the group of Dwarves that shoved you and Bilbo into the middle of their kill-circle. You had been relaxed all along, realising that there was no harm intended. The Elven Lord was kind beyond words, greeting the wizard as a very old friend. He had looked upon your group, noticing how weary everyone was. Without hesitation, he offered food, his house and all its amenities to you all. You didn't hesitate to thank him on the spot, Dwalin and Thorin rolling their eyes at your good manners.

"You are most welcome", Elrond had assured you with an inclining of his head, Gloin's words having been quickly forgotten in your kindness.

The day's passing seemed slower in Rivendell. You didn't feel rushed as you rinsed yourself in pouring water to remove any and all dirt before soaking in a premade bath. All of these amenities were in your room, the silk curtains closed for your privacy. The water seemed creamy, smelling floral as it softened your skin. Steam rose from the water, being just the right temperature. A clean dress had been set on your bed along with a night gown. You used the exfoliating oils on your scalp, rinsing out the sweat and dust once you had left the bathtub. The dress the Elves had been kind to leave you was a soft baby blue, sheer with many layers. The sleeves and underdress were silver silk that clung to your arms comfortably.

When you arrived at dinner, the Dwarves noted your sweet scent. You'd definitely bathed and left your hair loose to dry. Despite being offered a seat at Elrond's table with Thorin, Balin, Bilbo and Gandalf, you chose to sit with Bombur, Dori, Ori, Bifur, Gloin and Fili at their smaller table. You sat between Ori and the space on your left where Bofur sat at the head of the next table. Fili had eyed you from the moment you entered the terrace. Silken silver and sheer blue. It was a breathtaking combination on you. You sat across from him, the sun hitting your back and giving you an ethereal halo. His mouth went dry, but it seemed he wasn't the only Durin in the state of infatuation. Kili had eyed the harp-playing Elf-Maid, her delicate fingers tracing over the strings. He even offered a wink which faced scrutiny by Dwalin, seated across from him. You hadn't noticed Fili's gaze whilst you ate, watching as Kili further humiliated himself at his table. The blonde Princeling had taken his lower lip between his teeth, resisting the impulsive thoughts that raged like fire within his mind and blood.

Dori had trouble trying to convince Ori that salads were good. So you joined, coating some of his salad with the light citrus dressing on the table. "Dressing makes it taste better", you encouraged the younger Dwarf.

Dwalin seemed to disagree with your words, searching his plate frantically for even the smallest traces of meat.

Bombur wasn't fussed, stuffing his face without a care. "Change the tune, why don't you?", Nori groaned eventually. "I feel like I'm at a funeral!".

"Did somebody die?", Oin echoed, his deafness making his counterpart harder to understand. Nonetheless, a change of music was in order and Bofur was happy to oblige. He clambered onto a stone platform to your own surprise and had started singing the merriest drinking song that you'd ever heard. The Dwarves all seemed to know it, clapping and banging on the table, Thorin seeming to tap the floor happily in rhythm. Bofur leapt around, offering you a friendly wink and smile whilst he danced with not a care in the world,

"So, the cat and the fiddle played 'hey diddle-diddle', a drink that'll wake the dead! He squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune! And the landlord shook the man in the moon, 'it's after 3!', he said!".

The song came to a crashing conclusion, dinner becoming a foodfight fest amongst the Dwarves. What mattered to you most was that they were all here, able to be merriful. It was a lovely dinner, however, Elrond and Lindir were unimpressed with their guests' manners. With good reason.

After the festivities of dinner, you had chosen to retreat from the terrace on your lonesome to the Dwarves' disappointment. You wished to explore the Elven libraries, whilst the Dwarves took to wreaking havoc on the Elves' pantry. They stayed in a small room, all together with many chairs, a few beds and just their bedrolls.

Night had finally descended upon Rivendell, the evening seeming milder to you. Thorin, Balin, Bilbo and Gandalf had all disappeared for the evening with Lord Elrond, nowhere to be seen by anyone for many hours now.

The moon shone through the curtains of the Dwarves' shared room, exhaustion having taken them all after their post-dinner snacks. The fire they'd made in the center of the room was now dying into embers. Snores were heard for halls beyond, the Dwarves draped both comfortably and uncomfortably over furniture, the floors and the bed. Fili was curled up by the bedside table within his bedroll. He'd bathed and washed his clothes, setting them to dry over the balcony railings, wearing the soft brown tunic and pants he'd brought as a spare. Everyone was dead asleep, yet his eyes were wide open. Even Kili, who had his limbs twisted in many directions on a hard chair had fallen into a slumber. His mind drifted to you, pondering if you were sleeping soundly or not. Despite how he should've been glad to not be sharing his space for a few nights, Fili found himself distraught. He'd gotten used to hushed words being shared before sleep would take you both. He got used to the feel of you within his arms. Your nightly embrace felt right, your bodies snuggled together perfectly. Although he'd never admitted it, Fili had slept better since having you beside him. The Prince realised that he missed you. Packing up his bedroll and abandoning his belongings, Fili crept past the sleeping bodies of his comrades, beginning to wander the halls in search for your quarters.

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Bodies molded together in passion, hot breaths mingling. Kisses were like fire upon the skin, strong arms holding you to the mattress in your shared pursuit of pleasure. One could only wish, you thought, placing down the book you'd tried to read in your attempt to relax and sleep. When your thoughts drifted to passion, Fili's expression and tone of voice came to mind. He'd looked at you on the battlefield like nothing else mattered, your skin still feeling his hard grip. The deep warmth of his skin and his callouses often had you fantasising on what a heated night would be like with the Princeling. It had tingles building between your legs. Aside from such thoughts, your mind had drifted to him. Fili must've been glad to be without you for a few nights, surely. He had not the faintest clue of your fantasies whilst you shared soft whispers and warm embraces during the colder nights, nor the feelings for him dancing in your heart. You missed him, unable to chase sleep without his arms around you. Heaving a sigh, you stood from the chair in which you'd perched, your nightdress falling to your knees. It was strappy and hemmed with lace around the chest and ends. It was a pure white colour, sheer with an underdress. The colour matched the silken sheets of your bed, you finally lifting them to climb in. You had to attempt sleep. In the dimness of your room, your mind raced, thinking back on the few handmaids that had tended to your room earlier in the evening. They pondered to you about your supposed partner, noting Fili's glaces and protectiveness over you. You had assured them that he was just a friend. You were you and he was a Prince. He could never—

"(Y/n)?". Your head lifted from your pillow and snapped to the open curtains at the front of your room, the blonde Princeling eyeing you from the doorway. Your eyes had widened in surprise, hardly expecting his company at this hour.

"Fili! I—", you fumbled, trying to cover yourself with your sheets.

"Don't!", he'd halted you. "It's fine, I don't mind". He wasn't exactly dressed properly either, you noted. His tanned tunic hung loosely around his broad figure, the first buttons undone to reveal his chest. The sleeves had been rolled up to reveal the strongly built muscles of his forearms, wearing nothing but a pair of pants with a dagger attached to his leg. "I came to check on you", the Princeling's voice softened amidst his confession. "I wanted to see if you were safe". Seeing you like this had him at a loss for words. Your smile made you seem relieved to see the Prince, and perhaps you were. His eyes seemed heavy with thought, coaxing your next question.

"Is something wrong, Fili?".

"No, no", he assured, offering you a smile. "The lads are keeping me up with their snoring. I was actually wondering if I could stay with you for the night?". You matched his expression amusedly.

"Of course", you nodded, beckoning him to join you. "I'd actually like some company tonight".

"Makes two of us", Fili sighed, straying forwards to your bed. Climbing in on your left, his eyes lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/n)". His body heat had radiated outwards once he'd settled in beside you. And despite how you weren't the slightest bit cold, you still felt drawn to his warmth. Fili had moved his body closer to your own almost out of instinct, lying so close that you could see the curves of his lashes and the depths of his kind gaze. "Are you alright?". The way you'd withdrawn from the terrace on your lonesome and your sleeplessness had the Prince worried that the Warg attack had unsettled you.

"Better now", you assured, a content sigh leaving your form. "Are you holding up okay?".

"Better now", Fili mirrored with a fond smile. "I feel like I can finally get some rest now, at least".

"Likewise". His brows knitted together in confusion, silently asking you to elaborate. "It was different, trying to sleep without you next to me tonight".

"You missed me??". Fili's heart had begun to hammer within his chest, his courage slowly dissipating with every breath he took. Trying to avoid getting any of his hopes up, his crystalline gaze monitored your expression for any signs that you may be uncomfortable.

"I've hardly slept a night without you since this quest began, Fili. It's hard for me not to miss you". His lips parted, brows raising in slight shock at your confession before he murmured,

"I missed you as well". His eyes had grown sadder, as if harbouring some guilt. "It's also why I chose to come here. I sleep better when I'm next to you".

"Me too", your hushed whisper barely left your lips before you pressed them to his softer ones. Fili's eyes fluttered closed at the contact, his heart having leapt into his throat. His heated hand found your waist, slowly tipping you onto your back with him hovering over you. The beads of his braided beard hitting your face tickled and shocked you with their cold, the kiss becoming devouring, his tongue working into the wet cavern of your mouth whilst your hands wove into his golden mane. His kiss had you seeing stars when his lips retreated from your own, trailing down the base of your throat in soft, searing touches. Fili's hand gripped the delicate material of your nightdress, declining to remove it without permission. When his lips reached your collarbone, his head lifted to tease you, pressing a feathersoft kiss to your forehead instead. Spindling his braid between your fingers, you smiled cheekily up at the Princeling, "The lads will definitely know something's up now. We'll both probably never hear the end of it". A soft laugh rumbled in his throat. Something told you that he didn't really mind the idea.

"We probably won't", he conceded, raising his brows almost suggestively. "But, maybe we should give them something to tease us about?". Heat traveled to your core, noting how his fingers began to thread into the material by your waist. You saw the glint of dark mischief playing in his gaze whilst it danced over your features.

"I quite like that idea". Your response coaxed him into resuming the heated ministrations that he was desperate to continue.

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-- Extended Ending --

When the first light of the morning sun rose from over the cliffs of the valley, the soft light poured into your open room. The sheer curtains moved with the cool breeze, encouraging you to worm yourself deeper into the hot embrace of your lover. A delicious ache remained between your legs, reminding you of the previous evening's delightful happenings. You could still feel the hard grip he had when he'd parted your legs, the tingles from the desperate kisses you'd shared whilst he pumped rhythmically into your core, the smiles both loving and devious; and the way the heavens descended to the Earth when he'd helped you reach your high. Fili had held you afterwards, grounding you from the dizzying pleasure, cleaning you up and pressing sweet kisses across every inch of skin he'd been privileged to see. You truly didn't care for the vulgar sounds that slipped from both your lips the previous night, sighing contentedly in the embrace you shared with the Prince. As if being called by your thoughts, his crystalline eyes opened, blazed with an admiration and a laziness. They traced the features of your face, his callouses working imaginary patterns on the skin of your bare back. Brushing your messed fringe from your face, his lips finally pecked yours lovingly. A sigh left through his nostrils blissfully. Nothing could make this moment any better than it was...

The sound of steps stumbling into the room caught your shared attention, a distraught and exhausted looking Bofur standing in the doorway. "Just lettin' ye know that breakfast is ready", he grumbled, rubbing at his head. "And that the whole building heard y' last night". The both of you pursed your lips in restraint of your laughter, Bofur remaining unamused. "I had to try and sleep to multiple horrifying renditions of a Warg's call. Scarring t' say the least". Bofur forced a smile before leaving, "Glad t' see ye slept well, at least".

When his steps faded, the dam broke loose, your shared laughter pouring from your very hearts. Fili laid back, a shiteating grin on his face. You had to wipe at your eyes that became tearful with amusement.

Maybe this moment had just gotten a lot better?

The End . . .

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Intruders (Fili x OC fanfic, first of series)

Summary: During their sojourn at Rivendell, Fili makes the acquaintance of an elf-maid who is surprisingly familiar with the ways of Dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Company however, he is less enchanted by and more suspicious of this mysterious stranger.

Part One of a planned series about the relationship between Fili x OC elleth, called "The Only Gold".

Word count: 2.3 k 

Pairing: Fili x FemOC (2nd Person POV)

Content: Prelude to romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, The Hobbit events, Dwarf shenanigans

Warnings: None

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Dedication: For @fizzyxcustard, the first Durin (Thorin) writer to befriend me on Tumblr and who introduced me to the wonderful community of Durin stans! My first foray into Erebor is rightfully dedicated to you. Thank you for being such a supportive mutual to me and others in our orbit!

The Only Gold

Intruders

Third Age 2941 June

Imladris, The Last Homely House

It was difficult to decide which amused you more: observing the Naugrim in their merrymaking around the fire, or listening to Lord Lindir’s anguished groans over their antics as he stood in secret watch right next to you. 

“I suppose tomorrow this courtyard shall have to be scrubbed as well,” the elf-lord muttered, his dark eyes scanning the blobs and heaps of food scraps that littered the normally pristine white flagstones of the circular portico. “Tis a small mercy that the Nindari fountain already empties and cleanses itself, otherwise…” He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he cut off his own frustrations. “Forgive me; it has been a long day.”

You rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Do not be so troubled, my lord,” you said, careful to whisper despite the small risk of your voice being heard over the cacophony of laughter and singing. “From my experience, Dwarves mind their manners well enough to clean up after themselves, no matter how terrible the messes they like to make.” 

“I shall have to take your word for it,” Lindir sighed, with a grimace that indicated he remained entirely unconvinced. “What odd little creatures they are! They seem to actually revel in chaos and noise and sheer tomfoolery. And from what I understand, these are not only grown males of their race, but some are also members of Durin’s royal house!”

After a while, the prim elf-lord fell silent to watch you watch the company of outsiders, and soon he picked up on the delight shining from your eyes. 

“How similar are they to Dwarves you have previously engaged with?”

His innocent question called a flood of deep memories to the front of your mind, and the mirth on your face wavered. There was no way for Lindir to have known the specifics, and if he had, his impeccable manners would have restrained him from even broaching the subject. But your most recent experiences with the Naugrim had been filled with mourning and loss and anger, of old wounds that still ached to be soothed by happier remembrances.

“They are the same people, but these are very different circumstances.” You turned back to the gathering and smiled at the scene they created, just a group of kinsmen sharing an evening repast, dining in little more than their underclothes and even less care or concern. "I very much prefer seeing them in this light."

Lindir sniffed at this but refrained from verbalizing further disagreement, as your fondness for Aulë’s Children had become all too apparent. 

After you declined the elf-lord’s offer to escort you back to the main house, he took his leave, with a parting reminder to 'be careful'. It was hard not to feel disappointed at your friend's unrelenting distrust of the Dwarves. Lindir was far older than you, and much wiser in all other matters, but in your heart you were certain his disdain was founded on hearsays and ancient prejudices. 

“Oi, Bombur! Maybe you should get off that table, I can hear the joints creaking from over here.” The shout, though spoken with jest, also carried a command behind it, a tone you often heard being used by members of your family. “If we break one more thing in this fancy-pants inn I think that butler’s head might explode.”

More than the Dwarf's tone, it was his voice itself that captured your attention, that spurred your steps forward so you crept closer for a better view. You scanned the gathering of bearded faces, one by one, but unless that voice spoke up again over the raucous din, it would be impossible to identify the owner with certainty. 

But you knew that voice. You knew not for sure from when or where, but you had heard it before, speaking to you, addressing you by name, stirring up emotions deep within you like the early rays of spring warming the frosted earth. 

The clear sound of cracking wood startled you, and yanked your gaze back to the sight of Bombur, the very fat dwarf, falling smack on his bottom and then toppling on his backside on a pile of broken oak. Your lips twitched and your eyes wrinkled at their sides, but it was the unbridled howls of laughter from the other dwarves that released your own laughter from your throat--a high, delighted giggle that was shamefully loud to your own ears. 

“Shh! Did you hear that?” A voice--the voice--cut sharply through the merriment. It lowered into a menacing growl, suddenly shifting to their ancient mother tongue. “There’s someone out there.” 

* * * * * 

Fili grabbed the knife closest to him, resting atop the pile of his belongings, and darted across the courtyard in the direction of the sound. Kili leaped up to follow his lead, and behind the brothers a mad scramble ensued as some of the others hurried to join in pursuit. 

It was easy to spot the intruder descending the pathwalk that connected their lodging to the sprawling gardens below. The tall, hooded figure had the nerve to walk calmly in their retreat, as though they cared not if they were caught or had no fear of being apprehended. The mark of an elf for sure, Fili thought, and a rush of anger within him hastened his pace. 

“You! Stop!” he shouted, and was so surprised when the stranger complied so quickly that he skidded to an abrupt halt himself. Kili ran hard into him, nearly knocking him over, and there was much grunting and yelping as the rest of the dwarves similarly struggled to keep themselves upright. 

“Who are you?” Fili demanded, raising himself up to full height and straight posture, but mindful enough to keep his knife sheathed at his side. This elf was nowhere near as tall as the riders who had accosted them at their arrival, or even the ones who had attended them at luncheon. Even if they didn’t have him outnumbered, the dwarf was confident he could take him down on his own if necessary. 

“I am a friend, Master Dwarf,” a soft voice spoke from underneath the hood. 

Next to him, Fili sensed Kili shifting his weight uneasily and heard him grunt, “Fili.” The elder Son of Durin at once knew his brother’s thoughts. That voice sounded female. This realization cooled his ire, but just barely. Danger did not recognize gender, he knew that from experience. 

 “A friend would not lurk in the shadows to spy,” Fili said darkly. “A friend would not retreat and skulk away like a thief in the night.”  He took a heavy step forward. “If you are what you say, then prove it and show your face."

A tense silence followed the dwarf-prince’s command. The collective disquiet palpable from the companions that surrounded him only fueled Fili’s irritation. Above all other emotions, he detested cowering the most. Durin’s Folk shrank before no one, no matter whose land they stood on.

At long last, a pair of slender white arms emerged from the folds of the stranger’s cloak, and two hands lowered the velvet hood. Cries and mutterings rose in a sudden tide around Fili, while his own voice failed him completely. It wasn’t until his lungs sucked in a starved, desperate gasp that he realized even breath had temporarily deserted him. 

None of their company, save perhaps Thorin and Balin, had had much contact with she-elves prior to the quest, but when they finally encountered some of these females at the Lord of Rivendell's table, they fairly matched up with the descriptions from the Dwarrowdam tales. This particular creature that stood before them now was unlike her unremarkable kin, and surpassed everything Fili’s elders had taught him to expect. 

It was her hair, above all else, that surely struck the Dwarves with greatest amazement. The color of the purest molten gold, it crowned her fair head and flowed freely down her shoulders, shimmering in waves of glorious light. It was such a sight to behold, so alarming in its unexpected beauty, that Fili dropped his gaze, momentarily doubting whether it was even safe to look upon it. 

Those standing closest to him literally bowed their heads in reverence. Ori and Dori went so far as to bend fully at the waist. Glorin choked on what sounded like a sob, while Kili found actual words to exclaim: "My lady!"

“My lords,” the elf-maid spoke again, high and clear as a wood thrush. “I humbly beg your pardon; I meant no offense by my presence.”

The sweetness that flowed from her polite words continued to charm his companions, but Fili refused to give in to the confusing swirl of emotions that crested within him, not even when her gaze turned at his utterance, again challenging his ability to breathe. “Why were you watching us?”

He felt a fist jab him on the back. “Nadad,” Kili hissed through gritted teeth. 

“It is a fair question,” Fili declared. He felt his boldness grow the longer he persisted. “Their king assured us we would be safe here, but how are we to trust that?” He turned slightly towards his kinsmen as their native Khuzdul rolled from his tongue. “Can you not see that ever since our arrival, they have been trying to uncover our secrets?!”

The only response he received were vague mumblings from dazed faces. Eyes glazed over in dopey trances seemed to pass right through him, listless and unseeing. An orc pack could have descended on them and hacked off some heads before anyone could mount a defense. 

“Stop gaping at her!” Fili snapped at them, tugging hard on his besotted brother’s arm in particular. “You’re falling prey to Elven sorcery for all we know. Don’t let yourselves be lured under her spell!”

“If I were as devious as you claim, Master Dwarf, then why should I admit to understanding your words perfectly?”

The maiden’s silvery voice speaking the guttural tones of their secret language in perfect fluency dropped upon the group like a hammer’s blow. Suddenly the lot of dreamy gazes morphed into expressions of shock, followed by anger. Even a little fear, which overtook any control the dwarves had over their better senses. 

Defensive instincts escalated to bellows of outrage, and hands rose in aggression, hands which unfortunately still clutched a menacing array of weapons. Brandishing his own dagger, Fili saw the elf-maid take a step back, and her withdrawal stirred a new emotion above the conflux in his chest: shame.  

“What is the meaning of this?!”

All heads turned in the direction of the booming shout, and they saw the Master of Imladris coming up the path in furious strides. The sight of him alone caused the dwarves to immediately lower their weapons, sheathe them, or hide them behind their backs. 

Lord Elrond cast a swift, rebuking glare over the gathered dwarves before planting himself between them and the elf-maid. He cupped her face between his hands and quietly spoke to her in indiscernible Elvish. She whispered back with downcast eyes, appearing to Fili almost like a child chastised. 

"She spies on us!" Gloin's temper erupted at the most convenient time, and Fili found himself relieved that someone else was speaking up to argue for their side.

"This is her home, Master Gloin," Elrond responded sharply. "Where you are the visitors. We practice great tolerance in Imladris to make allowances for cultural differences. But I will not abide the harassment of anyone, least of all my kin."

"Enough of this foolishness!" The next rebuke came from Gandalf, who suddenly materialized behind the elves, and looked twice as infuriated as Elrond. “It is one thing to practice table manners differently from the Eldar, but even Dwarves should know how to show a lady proper respect!” He pounded his staff on the ground, silencing any further attempts at protest from the dwarves. 

The wizard then turned and gave a sweeping bow to the elf-maid. "I beg your pardon and understanding on their behalf, dear lady, and offer no poor excuses.”

Fili was no longer surprised when the golden-haired lass smiled brightly at Gandalf, as one would at an old friend. "My heart sings with joy to see you again, Mithrandir."

The rest of their conversation continued in rapid Elvish, leaving the dwarves to cluster together and grumble and mutter in their own separate group. For his part, Fili did not have anything else to say, for he felt oddly weary. He did not even notice the elves had taken their leave until Thorin arrived, demanding explanations, and Gandalf rejoined them to resume the heated discussion about everything that had transpired.  

Fili broke away from the squabbling noise of the company to seek out the departing lord and lady. He spotted them leaving the path to go back up into one of the great houses on the other side of the roaring falls. From so far off he could still see the elf-maid’s golden hair gleaming, its ethereal glory undiminished in the evening shadows. Bitter regret bloomed in the pit of his stomach when she finally vanished from sight.

"I…I know her.”

Fili spun around and saw Bilbo standing a few paces away, staring thoughtfully into the darkness. How much the hobbit had seen of the entire episode, and how long he’d been lurking there, it was always hard to tell with their sneaky burglar. “What are you talking about?”

Bilbo scratched the side of his face, his nose scrunched up in his musing. “That elf-maid. I’m quite certain I’ve met her before. There cannot be many like her running around Middle-earth, and certainly not visiting the Shire."

“The Shire?!” Fili grabbed Bilbo’s arm and dragged him further away from the rest of the company, and out of the notice of his uncle and Gandalf. “Tell me,” he ordered the bewildered hobbit. “Tell me everything you know about her.”

To be continued...

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💎 My Dear King,

I hope that you are willing to answer an ask on your relationship with your nephews.

First of all, I would like to complement you on doing such a great job helping raise them. But as we have heard many times your nephews Fili and Kili were quite the little troublemakers when they were young and I can imagine that it must have been hard for you to punish them because you clearly love them very much.

Just a little reminder in case you forgot ...

Source: deviantart - Little Angels by Wolfanita

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Anyways, I know that they are adults now, but I can imagine that when they are together, they still get into trouble 😁 Do you still feel the urge to strangle ground them sometimes ?

PS. I'm pretty sure that you won't be able to stay angry at them for a very long time. Your nephews are adorable 😊

I understand that you are a very busy king, but I hope that you will give us a little insight in your family life, because, like you, we all love your family very much.

Thank you My King

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Dearest Lady Enchantzz,

How nice it is to hear from you again, my lady!

I hope that you are well despite the harsh winter weather. My youngest nephew insisted on sending you a parcel containing a thick blanket made of the finest mountain goat wool, a bottle of mulled wine, and a kitten (yes, a KITTEN) to keep you warm. When Crooc, the raven who is currently waiting by my desk to head out with my letter to you, heard about my dear nephew’s proposal, commented on it with these words: “Do I look like a donkey to you, Prince Kili?” “A winged one, yes,” chuckled my sister-son.

“If I’m a winged donkey to you, you are a complete ass!” Crooc retorted. 

At that Fili laughed out loudly, saying, “You’re not wrong, Crooc.”

His brother retaliated by grabbing him and pressing against the wall.

“I am NOT an ass!” Kili shouted.

Fili did not respond with words – he simply pushed Kili away. Kili stumbled backwards and landed on the top of my desk, still holding on to Fili. They scuffled for a while, ignoring both my shouts polite requests to stop this nonsense and Crooc’s annoyed cawing. In the process, they destroyed a few of my newest quills, scattered my parchments and broke my ink bottle. Its contents spilled over the desk and a pile of important documents. When the puddle of ink reached the raven, painting its talons blue, he beat his wings and started circling my battling sister-sons (who at that time resembled a heap of arms and legs on the floor), croaking loudly.

I managed to separate these two somehow and remove them from my study in haste. Only then did I find a moment to clean my face and garments from the splattered ink, with moderate success. What was worse, I discovered that my letter was destroyed in the process. That is why the letter you are holding in your graceful hands is my second attempt at writing to you. This time I succeeded, but I will have to think of an adequate punishment for these two rascals.

You asked me whether I would like to strangle my sister-sons at times? No, not at all! That thought has never crossed my mind. Certainly not today — neither on the day they filled my boots with wine (the sour smell is still there, by the way), and nor on the day when they placed several cave rats in my mother’s wardrobe, claiming they needed a new home after one of the mine tunnels collapsed. You can rest assured that I do not wish to injure them in any way. With the exception of maiming them, perhaps.

Do not be alarmed, dear lady, it was merely a jest. They are my heirs, after all. Is it of any significance that now my valet, the laundry workers, and my tailor will have their hands full with attempting to remove the ink stains from my best royal garments or mend my tunic if it is not possible? What about my secretary, the royal scribes, and me devoting our time to recreating the contents of the destroyed documents? And I am certain that the Master Carpenter who made my desk will be thrilled when he sees the stains that will have to be somehow removed from the wood. No, no injuries whatsoever.

That is how my family life looks this winter. Every single Dwarf is cooped up under our Mountain and the constant snowstorms make it difficult to enjoy the beauty of the season in full. It is truly a quiet time of peace. With the exception of the rather loud sounds I hear daily from the corridor outside my door. They are echoing against the walls again as I write these words and sound suspiciously like my beloved sister’s voice. Dis calls for her sons and when I hear the anger in her exclamations, I recall that she inherited her temper from our mother. I am certain that my dear sister-sons are escaping as far from that voice as they can. I wonder what they did this time. Have they made another ice skating rink in the Entrance Hall? Or have they put red ants in the Woodland Realm’s ambassador’s coffers again? Whatever they did, I will be more than happy to witness the moment when Dis descends upon them. I assure you, my lady, her wrath is much more pernicious than my attempts at strangling them (which I firmly deny, of course).

I hope that in these dire circumstances you will forgive me for ending my letter here. Crooc demands another treat and I would rather not antagonise my winged messenger when he is to fly to you with this letter. May he find you in good spirits and health!

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

Recounting A Long-Expected, Never To Pass party

Part of the There and Back Again (Starting From The End) series

They're not even a day out from Erebor when, after a bit of somber silence at the knowledge of the quest ahead of them, Kili speaks up.

"So, Bilbo," he says. "Uncle tells us you knew two Hobbits who reminded you of us."

Bilbo chuckles merrily, puffing a pipe scrounged from the ruins even as he walks- they're not making much haste yet, still recovering from their journey to the mountain itself- they'd all been terribly pained to leave, but it couldn't be helped. Bilbo isn't sure if he can resist The Ring as Frodo did, and Gandalf agrees it's best to travel with a large band in case they are still yet hunted. Even with Azog gone, dangers roam the wildlands.

Even so, Bilbo drinks in this time with his long-ago companions, family, like a sapling tasting of rain for the first time in many long years among a desolate patch of land. "Going around telling all of my business, Thorin?" he teases.

"They'd asked about what you'd shared with me," Thorin says, a small quick of his lips showing he knew Bilbo's comment was in jest.

"Yes, I did know two hobbits quite like you boys," Bilbo says to Kili, and he hears Kili and Fili murmur to each other in excitement. "Steady now! You won't meet them for some time yet. But I have plenty of stories to share, if you like."

"I think we'd all enjoy a merry tale or two," Balin says, grimmer than the young princes. "We're not likely to see much merry ourselves on this journey."

"Exactly my thinking, Balin. Let's see, where to start... well, one of their grandest muck-abouts was at my own birthday, my hundred-eleventh near sixty years after returning home. Gandalf rode in for the party of course- we always kept a close friendship after the journey- and brought with him his magnificent fireworks."

"You make fireworks?" Bofur said in surprise, looking up at Gandalf.

"Indeed I do. They were the only thing Bilbo recalled about me when I came to his door."

"Yes, well, you brought many for my party, of course. I'd invited half the shire, and the other half had turned up anyway!" He let out a laugh. "And Merry and Pippin- nicknames spoken more often their their full names- they of course got themselves into a spot of trouble. They went and rifled through your cart, so I was told, and pulled out a firework in the visage of a dragon! I imagine you'd intended it as the party-ender show, and a treat for the children who adored my stories."

"You told hobbit children about this quest?" Dwalin looks at Bilbo skeptically.

"Oh, put away that look, Dwalin. I told them uh... approximations, of our journey. Close enough to inspire wonder and teach some valuable lessons, but changed a bit to add some fun. I made up a wonderful song for the incident with the spiders- ha! If only I'd thought of it in the moment and not years later." Bilbo smiles fondly as he talks, his pipe resting in the corner of his mouth and occasionally drawn and puffed from.

"You, singin' a song?" Nori snorts. "Can't imagine it."

"Hobbit sing often! I've come up with a good few myself, even along our quest. I just didn't find it entirely appropriate to sing them. But you're getting me off track! Merry and Pippin stole the dragon firework and lit it- inside one of the tents, Frodo told me they'd later discovered. Burnt and flung into the water by the flight. The dragon swooped down upon us all, and I remember- yes, I remember Frodo grabbing me and telling me there was a dragon, and I told him 'Nonsense! There hadn't been a dragon in these parts in a thousand years!' He pushed me to the ground as it flew overhead, and the whole of Hobbiton watched with baited breath as it flew away before bursting into showers of light! Quite a good show, we all thought, and I later saw the dirty faces of Merry and Pippin washing up the dishes as Gandalf smoked and watched."

Gandalf laughs now. "Perhaps this time around you'll get them to be better behaved."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Bilbo ways with a glint in his eye. "I was just as bad by then."

"Got stuck with the sticky fingers, eh?" Nori grins approvingly.

"Not quite, Nori. But at the same party, oh I made it a night to truly remember. The memory is a bit soured now, knowing the nature of The Ring, but even so it's a good one."

"How did The Ring play into a party?" Ori is throughly confused between his two older brothers.

"Oh, I used it to get into all sorts of mischief over the years. In particular, I was prompted to go and give a speech as the party was reaching a natural high- and of course I'd planned to give one anyway. I got up on one of the ale barrels, and I remember exactly what I said, as I'd planned it for many weeks."

Bilbo clears his throat, and tries to adjust his voice to match his older tones more- a strange sensation to be sure.

"My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks! Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers! Bracegirdles! And Proudfoots!"

He interrupts his own recreation to shakes his head. "Got that name wrong, but it drew a laugh from the crowd when he corrected me so it hardly ruined the event."

"That's a strange lot of names, laddie," Dwalin says.

"I could say the same about yours. All entirely respectable Hobbit families- well, depending upon who you ask. Now what came next... ah, yes."

"Today is my one-hundreth and eleventith birthday! But alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

It draws some surprised barks of laughter from the company, including Gandalf, and Bilbo thinks it might bite the end right off of the pipe if he smiles any harder hearing the laughs of his dear friends- Thorin, Fili, and Kili most of all.

"The looks on their faces! They didn't grasp onto it very well, and the ones who did didn't appreciate it! But I knew it'd bring amusement somewhere, in some day."

"I'm going to use that whenever we have to start sitting in on Court Meetings," Kili snickers.

"You will do no such thing," Thorin warns.

"Let the boys have a bit of fun, Thorin," Bilbo chides. "Life is too short to not, even when it's longer than an age. Otherwise you may end up like Thranduil did- took many years of tense teatimes to soften him up, I tell you. Don't give me that look you lot, there's few others to talk with in those lands and by the time I awake back here I'd spoken to just about every elf many lifetimes over. Now, I went to say- I feigned a bit of nervousness here to sell it, and don't allow anyone to tell you otherwise, purely for show did I stumble on my words and I include them now to give the most accurate impression of the event-"

"I uh, I ha-have things to do. And here I reached into my pocket, and pulled out The Ring so that no-one saw it, and put my hands behind my back. And I went on to mutter a bit to myself- nasty habit I picked up on this very quest- and put my attention on Frodo."

"I regret, to announce, this, is the end. I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye."

The company are all leaning in, enraptured- including Gandalf, though there's a worry to his expression not unlike when he'd heard the speech the first time around.

"And in front of the whole of Hobbiton, I vanished! There one moment, completely gone in the next! The crowd went into an uproar, of course, or as much of one as a party of well-drunk and fed hobbits can be. I raced back up to Bag End and didn't take The Ring off until I got back inside and shut my door."

Bilbo near giggles at the memory. "Oh, the looks on their faces! I got quite a scolding from Gandalf afterwards, as you can imagine. Magic rings are not to be taken lightly, and of course in the moment I couldn't imagine why that was. And then, ah..."

"Well, then it turned to a moment more befitting of the evil The Ring holds. But even then, the memory of that final great prank kept me smiling and laughing for many years!"

"... Well... if it wasn't such an evil ring, I'd ask you to borrow it and do something similar," Kili admits, smiling. "Can you imagine, Fili?"

"And you'd rally us all up into a search party," the eldest brother says with a small smile. "Imagine Nori with an ability like that. None of us would be able to find anything ever again."

"Perhaps," Balin interrupts, "We shouldn't speak so lightly of the powers it gives. Temptation is easily felt, and not so easily dismissed."

Fili and Kili share a look, and then nod.

"We didn't mean anything by it," Fili says.

"Purely admiring our own Bilbo Baggins becoming a mischief maker," Kili adds.

"And I've got plenty more mischief left, once this whole nasty business is done," Bilbo says, head held high and smile bright with amusement.

A true home (The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Third Pov

Bilbo opened the door and there stood the majestic Thorin Oakenshield.

"Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door."

Gandalf closed the door behind Thorin. All the dwarves bowed in his presence. Bilbo pushed through the crowd, entering the hall. The girls followed behind him. Kate and Renee leaned against the wall while Lily stood behind Bilbo.

"Mark? There's no mark on that door, It was painted a week ago."

"There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

Thorin began walking around Bilbo like a vulture circling its prey.

'So this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?"

"Pardon me?"

"Axe or sword? What is your weapon of choice?"

"Well, I do have some skill at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that's relevant."

"Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar".

The dwarves laugh at Thorin's jest. He gives them a warm smile and walks himself down the hall. The girls glared at him.

Lilith's POV

I can't believe this asshole. I walked up to him furiously until I was right in front of him. I just glared at him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You have no right to disrespect our father like that. You are a fucking dick. If you ever say shit like that in front of me or my sisters about Papa, you can guarantee that I will personally murder you myself. And that's not a threat. That's a fucking promise, dipshit."

I looked him in the eyes to show how serious I was. It was so tense, you could cut it with a knife.

"Lilith, that's enough."

I turned to see Kate motioning me to stand next to her. I groaned but listened, walking to her side but not before giving Thorin a dirty look. As soon as I was close enough, she hit the back of my head and let me tell you, her hits are the worst. I pouted as I rubbed my head while Renée laughed at me. I just showed her the finger.

"I apologise for my sister, she's mentally unstable. But she is right,"

Kate walked up to Thorin and stood right in front of him, arms crossed with a glare.

"You owe our father an apology."

There was a pregnant pause before I looked at Renée and we both got the same idea. We turned to Kate and started clapping. Everyone looked at us.

"That's my girl. I knew you could be a bitch if you put your mind to it. Lily, we taught her well. Mama would be so proud."

I nodded with a grin. Kate just winked at us before turning back. Thorin looked in Kate's eyes once more before signing and smiling at her.

"You have heart, young one, My apologies Mr Baggins."

He nodded at Bilbo. Kate smiled and stood next to Renee who high fived me. I looked at Fili who grinned and winked at her, causing her to blush and look at the floor.

Renée's Pov

I walked up to Thorin and smiled.

"I apologise for that. I'm Renée, the lovely and crazy person who threatened you is Lilith, don't mind her. The other lovely yet scary person is Katherine but you can just call her Kate. Now that all of that is done, would you like some food? I bet you're exhausted from your journey."

Thorin smiled and thanked me for my kindness. I offered to take his coat and put it with the rest of his companions' things. I saved some soup and bread so I dished up the soup and gave it to him. I then stood off to the side and leaned against Lilith. I was so tired that I zoned out for the whole conversation.

Lilith's Pov

The dwarves sit around the table with Thorin, who picks at the soup Ren gave him. Gandalf sits beside him, smoking a pipe. Bilbo and Kate watched from the doorway. Renee was leaning against me as I leaned against the wall of the archway. I knew Ren was tired because she looked as if she was ready to go to bed.

"What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?"

"Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms."

"What did the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?"

Thorin hesitates, frowning. All eyes are on him. I knew that it wasn't good news.

"They will not come."

The dwarves groaned and sighed in disappointment.

"They say this quest is ours and ours alone."

"You're going on a quest?"

Bilbo looked at the dwarves, confused. Gandalf taps him on the shoulder.

"Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light."

Bilbo left the room and came back with a candle. He set it down near Gandalf, who pulled out a map and spread it across the table as Kate came to stand by us, rubbing Ren's arm in a comforting way.

"Far to the east, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak."

Gandalf points to a peak drawn on the map.

"The Lonely Mountain?"

Kate and Bilbo said at the same time as they peered down at the map. I smiled. They really are the same.

"Aye! Oin has read the portents and the portents say it is time."

"Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold: when the birds of yore return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end."

"What beast?"

"Well, that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire-breather, teeth like razors, claws like meathooks. Extremely fond of precious metals."

"Yes, I know what a dragon is."

"The task to win back the mountain would be difficult enough with an army behind us. But we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best."

"We may be few in numbers, but we're fighters. All of us, to the last dwarf."

"And you forget, we have a wizard in our company. Gandalf must have killed hundreds of dragons in his time."

"Well, no, I wouldn't say that I -"

"How many then?"

"What?"

"How many dragons have you killed? Go on, give us a number!"

An embarrassed Gandalf started to cough on his pipe smoke. The dwarves groaned, hopeless. The girls and I tried to not to laugh but he was making it very hard. Thorin rose to his feet and shouted in a language that I didn't understand.

"If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumours have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look east to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back as others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?"

The dwarves jumped up and cheered. Balin got to his feet and raised his voice.

"You forget, the front gate is sealed! There is no way into the mountain."

"That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true."

With a twiddle of his fingers, Gandalf produces a Dwarvish key ornately wrought. Thorin looks at it in wonder.

"How came you by this?"

"It was given to me by your father, by Thrain, for safekeeping. It is yours now."

Gandalf hands the key to Thorin. Everyone looks on in a proud astonishment.

"If there is a key, there must be a door."

"No fucking shit Sherlock. What the fuck did you think the key was for? A Window that you guys need to climb through?"

At this I can hear the girls chuckling. However most of the company didn't seem to have heard me.

"These ruins speak of another passage into the lower halls."

The wizard points to runes on the map. Kate looked at them and it almost looked like she understood what it said.

"There's another way in."

"No duh hey! Jesus, you two are fucking idiots I swear to the gods. What are you expecting the key does? Suddenly turn into a carpet and fly you in?"

I said I'm already sick of the two idiots my sisters have fallen for.

"Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in Middle Earth who can."

The dwarves looked at him, listening carefully. I noticed Renée perked up so she stopped leaning on me and walked to Gandalf .

"The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth, and no small amount of courage. But, if we are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done."

"That's why we need a burglar."

"A good one too. An expert, I'd imagine."

"And are you?"

Bilbo freezes, half confused, half afraid. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Am I what?"

"He said he's an expert!"

"Me? No, no, no, I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen a thing in my

Life."

"I'm afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He's hardly burglar material".

"Aye, the wild is no place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves."

As Dwalin said that he looked at us. Renée gave him her scary glare and Bilbo just nodded. Kate shook her head as I just rolled my eyes.

Renée's Pov

I can't believe this man. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.

"Excuse me? You think that we are gentle? Oh honey, we are anything but gentle. We don't need anyone saving us and especially not you lot. We can fight just as well as anyone can with the proper training. Lilith is very good with swords and axes not to mention she did martial arts. Kate is brilliant at throwing daggers and pretty decent with swords. She's also done self-defence and martial arts. I'm great at archery and swords. I've done martial arts and we are very flexible so we can easily get out of tight situations. So don't think for one fucking minute that we are weak. And that goes for the rest of you. We aint no fucking damsels in distresses, Well maybe Kate but still."

Kate hit the back of my head and I pulled my tongue. She always does that. No wonder I have no more brain cells left. I went to where Lilith was and pouted. She just rolled her eyes at me. Meanie.

"Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet! In fact, they can go unseen by most if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him which gives us a distinct advantage."

Gandalf turns to Thorin, determined to make his point.

"You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There's a lot more to him than appearances suggest, and he's got a great deal to offer than any of you know, including himself. You must trust me on this."

Thorin sighs. He scans the room, weighing the outcome.

"Very well, we'll do it your way. Give him our contract.'

Balin hands it to Bilbo. Kate and Bilbo looked through it and spoke aloud. I zoned out and I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. I don't know why but this scene looks just like the one in my dream. I felt like I knew what was going to happen next.

I looked at Bilbo and noticed how pale he was getting. I moved closer to him. He stopped for a second and fainted but before he could touch the ground, I caught him.

"Nice job. Really great job,"

I glared at Bofur. Kate sighed and helped me take him to his chair. Lilith took Thorin's bowl and washed it up. When we were done, the girls and I walked to Thorin and Balin.

"Um excuse me, I was wondering if we could come with. I mean we might be of some help. If you need an extra burger, I could help. I'm very good at it. And Lilith is very good at healing and shit. She has some...experience with wounds. Kate is also very good at coming up with cool and very effective distractions."

Lilith helped me out and so did Kate. The two dwarves seemed hesitant but they listened nonetheless We managed to convince them in the end. We signed a spare contract that Balin had. I first read through it and asked questions to be safe.

We gave it back to them before bidding them good night and packing our bags with whatever we needed. Kate went to tell Bilbo. We brought our stuff to where the dwarves' stuff were to save time in the morning.

We made sure that we had the next day's outfit ready. We came in and sat on the floor. Everyone started humming.

My eyes felt heavy so I gave into the darkness and leaned against Lily. I can't wait for this next adventure. I just hope that we can prevent the end of the line of Durin. I will do whatever I can to save them.

How do you or would you headcannon Bilbo and Thorin accidentally proposing or getting engaged and how would they proceed when they find out or the other accepts the proposal? Do you think Fili would be helpful to the situation or just laugh about it?

okay okay okay so im really sorry for not answering your first message yet i havent forgotten it!!!i just cant choose an OC for it i just have way too many and that battle royale takes some time

I blacked out for half and hour and this is the result i guess (most of it under the cut cause its kinda long)

okay so accidentally im headcanoning theres some sort of betrothal braid for dwarves (which like yes it has been done to death but again accidental) and bilbo like just offers to braid thorins hair on like a lazy morning of very little to do in the shire, theyve been to the farmers market, thorin has done his social call at the bee keeper to check in on his bees (hes allergic so they cant have them in bag end so he has a bee sitter, but theyre still his bees and he is kinda obsessed w them, just as much as his veggie patch thank you very much, his zucchini won a prize recently actually)

so anyway thorin gets home (bilbo went home after the farmers market) maybe its starting to get a tad autumnal and they cozied up outside on the bench and bilbo offers to braid his hair because "oh look at that youve got a leave or two stuck in your hair, really early ones this year" so he untangles bits and strands of thorins hair and then decides why not braid it, it would look so nice braided he likes braids all the dwarves like braids in their hair, he's seen so many dwarves in his life and they all had braided hair and beard styles (more or less kili is an outlier and refuses to be counted) so he weaves his fingers through thorin's hair and voila would you look at that! he is actually kinda proud of himself

thorin only notices the braid and the specific style and nature of the braid once he wants to braid his hair for bed (for safekeeping so it doesnt get frizzled and tangled while he sleeps) and he pales and then blushes because what is this? and he tries to undo it but then - - - stops

he leaves it that way, he thinks it suits him and besides whos gonna notice anyway, it can be his secret for now. so he secures the braid

it isnt until after the harvest, and after thorin and bilbo started fretting about the weather further east, especially in the mountains, especially with them expecting company that has to cross those mountain passes that must be quite treacherous with the first snowfalls of the season, that thorin remembers the braid.

not that he ever forgot it, he makes sure its in tip top shape every morning afternoon and evening, bilbo has even commented on him becoming vain in his old age (not that Thorin is old) and everytime he does it fills him with so much warmth and giddiness that he just has to scoop up bilbo and smother him in kisses (which doesnt help with endless the teasing but thorin can tease back plenty) but he remember that even tho bilbo doesnt know what it means (or at least thorin thinks his lover doesnt, bilbo has after all never really done anything to show that he knows about dwarven customs like this one specific one) that they have enough visitors coming to fill every nook and cranny in bag end who do know the precise and very specific meaning of that braid. 

So he tries to explain, he tries his best, he doe his best to at least try and get bilbo to understand, to prepare him for the onslaught of stares and jests and rowdy comments, he cooks a fancy meal, a four course one that would make every hobbit housewife proud (and he did have some tips from his bee sitter mind you, where to forage the best mushrooms which butcher has the best mutton, the best herbal marinades, the hobbit essential to giving your special someone a special someone, she even wishes him the best of luck with his endeavor and squeezes a few extra bottles of honeyed ale into his hand and even sends her grandson?? Thorin isnt quite sure how this young hobbit is related to her but he is, he looks like he is to get some flowers, o thorin must be  a pitiful sight, he couldve gotten the flowers himself, he knows which ones are bilbos favourite wildflowers, the bouquet filled with some ears of barley some sunflowers and some umbels of elderflower for their sweet smell) but he accepts never the less and hurries on home, his arms overflowing with baskets and flowers and bags

His only silver lining is that the company isnt supposed to arrive until later this week, that he has a few days still, a few days to make this right, to explain things and learn more about hobbit customs, especially the ones that have to do with the whole spending the rest of thor life together part, right now that seems like the most important part, the part that makes his heart hammer wildly and makes the pieces all set in place, makes him see it all clearly.

The road leading up to bag end is already jammed with carts and ponies when he arrives, most of these dwarves he knows of course and most of them are on their way to the blue mountains and only staying long enough to unload their gifts and trunks and passengers right at bilbos door. He almost wants to drop everything hes carrying, all his treasures, and hurry up the rest of the road, the last few metres to bilbos door

Bilbo has to know 

he needs to know

He elbows his way through the gathering crowd, pushes past hobbits and dwarves aside alike not really caring if they moe out of the way in time or not, he wants to apologise but also this is not the time his mind is only focused on one thing and that is getting to that door and to bilbo before- 

“Uncle!” comes a unison shout followed by a stern “Well if that isnt my oakhead of a brother, hello dearest, oh whats this then?” 

and thorin almost trips over his own two feet.

“You two?? Engaged?? And not even a raven, my my what a great brother i have in you.”

Its bilbo that pipes in to save him “well… erm… we were going to wait until you all arrive, isnt that right, honey, thats why you bought all that food.”

“Thats not gonna feed us all after our long journey, but congrats I guess” Dis claps him on the shoulder and thorin feels his soul leaves his body, he can see mahal and mahal is facepalming and shaking his head in disappointment as if he just lost a bet with his wife.

When he comes back to himself, fili is the only other dwarf still standing outside the door of bag end, mouth agape, like he too just lost a bet.

This wasn’t an official request but after @yacrimago​ did this wonderful wolf pic for my Reverse Werewolf AU, I couldn’t resist! 😍 So here’s a little drabble for what happens to werewolves during the Blood Moon!

Fic Universe: Cursed

Warnings: N/A

Words: 1390

By the Light of the Blood Moon

Bilbo had never hunted with another being before. However, he found running with Beorn to be exhilarating. Whether the massive bear asked him to because he did not trust the wolf around his animal companions or because he too sought the camaraderie of a fellow shifter, it did not matter to Bilbo. The foreign concept of “pack” was one he was trying to form with the dwarves, but definitely felt within reach patrolling the valley with Beorn. For once, Bilbo was truly enjoying his time as a wolf. 

Beorn finally came to a stop atop a boulder where he could see far and wide. Bilbo fell to his side, tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting hard as he let the cool rock help bring his heart rate back down. Beorn made a snuffling noise as he cocked his head at Bilbo. His body froze, alert and quiet as he tried to assess what Beorn wanted him to see. When he repeated the motion, Bilbo got up to stand next to him. Beorn’s eyes went up, and when Bilbo’s followed he finally realized what had caught Beorn’s attention.

The moon. A full moon was due within the next couple of days.

***

Bilbo was lapping at the milk presented to him in a bowl trying to maintain his dignity even as his hackles raised at the ‘house pet’ treatment. Almost as if sensing Bilbo’s anxiety, Thorin reached over to pet him behind the ears. While it didn’t ease his feelings of being treated like an animal, he did find comfort in the gesture. More and more he found comfort anytime the dwarf king was near. 

Beorn was explaining to the dwarves why Bilbo would not be joining him on tonight’s patrol. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw Thorin’s shoulders relax. It gave him pause. He knew Thorin had bristled at the idea when Beorn had first suggested it, but he had no idea that the dwarf had been that bothered by his late night explorations.

“It’s not just a full moon, but a blood moon, I fear.” Gandalf huffed around his pipe.

“What does that mean?” Fili was the first to ask.

“Will Mr. Boggins not turn back now?” Kili added with concern.

“His body will turn, his mind not so much.” Gandalf warned. “With normal werewolves they still have the killer instinct making them a danger to everyone.”

Fifteen sets of eyes landed on Bilbo making the wolf shrink and whine, his tail tucked between his legs. Gandalf’s face lit up with a smile, his eyes twinkling bright. 

“With our dear Mr. Baggins though, I see very little reason to worry.”

The subject was dropped at that point and conversation resumed, but Bilbo still felt just a touch of dread as the shadows began to lengthen. What if he really did turn into a monster? A monster in hobbit form. He’d never had to consider his behavior as different in his wolf form before. It has always felt like himself. Just with different…instincts. 

Bilbo smelt the familiar and welcome scent of the forge and mountains, alerting him to Thorin’s presence far before he heard him. It wasn’t enough to get him to move from his spot in front of the window. Fingers curled in his fur, touching on that hard to reach spot just at the back of his head.

“It will be okay.” Thorin promised. “No one is worried you’ll suddenly have a desire to kill us all.”

Bilbo flicked an ear.

“Maybe eat anything you can get your hands on…”

Bilbo grumbled at Thorin’s jest as he sunk down on his paws to glare up at him. His tail slowly moved back and forth at the dwarf’s bright smile. 

“In all seriousness though, I trust you.”

It was words that Bilbo held close to his heart almost like a prayer as the sun finished its cycle and the large, burning red moon took its place. Bilbo flinched as he felt his skin tighten around him. He hunched in on himself as forepaws were replaced with hands, and a lone howl was pulled from him which turned into a shout. He shook off the last of the tingling sensation, moving to stand on his own hobbit feet again. 

“Bilbo?” Thorin asked hesitantly.

Bilbo felt his ear cock before turning to look at him. Every feature of the dwarf he was able to make out even in the low interior light, including his incredulous expression. Bilbo felt his tail begin to wag as he approached the dwarf. Wait. His ears, his tail…

“Uh…I’m guessing this doesn’t usually happen then?”

Bilbo gave a cry of alarm as he reached back to feel his wolf tail still attached. Same as his ears. Footsteps came running at the sound, and Bilbo quickly started backing up, his tail between his legs, and his ears flat against his skull as he gave a low sound of distress.

“What’s going on?”

“Is Mr. Baggins okay?”

Pretty soon, Bilbo had an audience before him, and it did nothing to soothe his frazzled nerves. 

“Is that…is that what the blood moon does?” Kili choked out.

“He’s downright adorable.” Nori smirked.

“Stop it.” Bilbo demanded, snapping his teeth for emphasis.

“Give him some space.” Thorin demanded. “Dori, do you have Mr. Baggins’ clothing?”

“Uhh, I do. But I’m not sure about the pants now…may have to cut a hole…”

“No.” Bilbo mourned, approaching Dori who managed to stand stockstill in response. “Don’t do that.”

He started pawing at the material until it finally occurred to him that he could just take it. Fighting a blush, he reached for the shirt at least, buttoning quickly under the gaze of so many. He reached for his pants next, but stopped short, uncertain of what to do.

“You know…the shirt is long enough that you probably don’t need the pants.” Fili offered.

Bilbo’s tail wagged just slightly, and that was when he found himself enveloped in a large hug.

“He’s so cute like this!” Kili marveled.

Bilbo gave the dwarf a play growl as he pushed against his iron grip.

“Does he even realize he’s not a wolf right now?” Bilbo heard Dwalin ask.

“I’m not sure.” Thorin admitted.

“I…realize…” He huffed before finally breaking out of Kili’s grip.

He turned to face the young dwarf, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes as he growled. Kili took a slow step forward, and Bilbo immediately ran and jumped on the nearby chair, his tail wagging excitedly. Kili gave Fili a sly look before they both came charging at him. Bilbo took off like a shot, his pursuers right behind him.

“Well.” Bofur commented cheerfully. “He doesn’t seem like he wants to kill any of us at least.”

Thorin found himself disappointed. He had been looking forward to finally having a real conversation with the hobbit-wolf, and now it was looking like he would have to wait until the next full moon. Mahal only knows where they would be by then. Bilbo came running back into the room, and Thorin tried to appeal to the hobbit in him.

“Mr. Baggins? Bilbo, can you come here?”

Bilbo perked his ears as he spun around to face Thorin. His tail gave a small wag before he ran full tilt at Thorin.

“Wait. Wait!”

At the last moment, Bilbo launched himself up at Thorin, and the dwarf naturally caught him only to freeze at the hobbit’s next action. A soft kiss was placed just on the underside of the dwarf’s jaw before another joined it on his cheek. Heat blazed to life on Thorin’s cheeks at the same time he realized he was holding the hobbit’s naked bottom. 

“T-Thorin?” Bilbo came back to himself aghast. “I…”

“There he is!” Kili proclaimed.

With his playmates returned, any semblance of coherent thought was lost again as the hobbit-wolf hybrid tore his way out of Thorin’s arms, running from the boys once more. Thorin just stood there, frozen in place, immune to the jeers and snickers of his fellow dwarves. 

“No, Dwalin. I don’t think he fully realizes he’s not a wolf.” Thorin finally remarked.

At least, he hoped that was the case. He couldn’t even begin to let himself dwell on Bilbo’s actions otherwise.

Unexpected Treasure - Chapter Four

Fandom: The Hobbit

Summary: A stubborn headed ranger joins the company unaware of the treasure she is about to find.

Pairings: FilixOC  ThorinxBilbo

Chapter warnings: body shaming 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

The next few days of travel fell into a routine that was near ritual, every morning Thorin would give the word to pack up, once on horse the pace was slow and steady. Arabelle had found herself enjoying the company of Bifur who really could talk on any subject, Ori was great for a talk on history and his cousin Dori made the best tea in camp by far. Arabelle found common ground with Oin as she helped pick out healing plants along the roadside, the pair enjoying comparing notes on different healing techniques. However, her favourite dwarves remained Kili and more so his older brother Fili. For they knew how to make her smile, constantly jesting with each other or the rest of the company she could laugh for days with them. As usual when the sun was right above them and Bilbo had made his second complaint about his empty stomach the company would find a clearing and pull out a mixture of dried meats, old fruits and whatever else was left for lunch.

“Your pony is harsh to settle today Belle.” Bifur noted the pony who huffed and pulled at her restraints.  

“Eryn is not use to such slow travel Master Bifur. Neither of us are.” Arabelle mumbled the last bit under her breath and like a fish to a fresh worm Thorin hooked. “Is our travel not to your liking?” Thorin grumbled as Arabelle swallowed down a bit of stale bread as she mused to herself that it was right on time for their daily fight. She had grown tired of such predictability and so she decided to go against her own nature and apologise “I did not mean to offend. The pace is perfectly adequate for such a group.” Arabelle watched as Thorin celebrated his silent victory with a smirk; his mistake.

“All I am saying is if we shall cross an old donkey pulling a troll filled cart it would only be polite to let him pass.” It was her turn to smirk in triumph as Thorin’s lips thinned into his usual scowl, Kili burst out laughing while the rest of the company stifled their laughs and hid grins.

“Well then tell me, how is it you would travel better?” Thorin challenged.

“Since you asked with such kind manners and definitely no murderous intent, I shall tell you how it is I would speed up this little expedition.” Arabelle continued to explain how the faster riders would be better spent scouting ahead, beginning to set up camp while the others rode behind.

“It would help with the hunting Thorin.” Balin was the first to actually agree with her “The fresh food is all but gone now and we won’t be in any towns for some time.”

“If a fire is going early, I’d be able to cook dinner much faster too.” Bombur noted.

“Very well then.” Thorin looked between his company “Dwalin will accompany you.” The two dwarves shared a look and a nod as Arabelle rolled her eyes at the not-so-subtle hint she was being sent away with a minder.

“If you are wanting to keep an eye on me the entire time, might I suggest a party of four as someone will need to travel back to the main group to show them the way to camp.”

“We can go uncle!” Kili spoke hitting his brother on the shoulder as Fili nodded keenly, his eyes on Arabelle who smiled at the thought of their company.

“Very well. Dwalin keep an eye on them.” Thorin clasped arms with Dwalin as they all began to mount their horses.

“By them he means me.” Arabelle smiled sweetly as she trotted past Thorin, Dwalin letting out a low grumble.

“Hey, I can be just as much trouble as you!” Kili noted as he pulled up beside her.

“Now I would not doubt that for even a second Kili.” Arabelle laughed.

“It is a good thing I am good at getting you out of trouble.” Fili said to his brother “And don’t worry Belle I’ll happily save you too.” Arabelle found herself looking into his eyes which gleamed with the same mischief as Kili. “My knight in shining armour.” She laughed, Dwalin finally drew his horse up close to the trio and a wicked grin came across her face.

“Well boys how about a bit of a competition? A prize of the winner’s choice, all you need to get is my scarf.” She pulled out a dark brown cloth and wrapped it around her neck.

“If I choose that prize to be absolute silence from you for the rest of the journey?” Dwalin grumbled.

“Very well Master Dwalin. Boys name your prize?” Arabelle raised a brow as Kili’s normal smile broke into one that could light up the whole of middle earth “Your bow!” he exclaimed.

“And Fili?” She looked to the dwarf who suddenly looked away.

“Now brother calm those filthy thoughts.” Kili teased in Khuzdul and Arabelle looked between them wondering if they were making a pack to get all her weapons.

“Your pipe weed.” Fili finally spoke.

“Fine and my prizes shall be all that in reverse. Except for the silence Master Dwalin for that is our normal state, no you will need to do something far worse and actually converse with me.” Arabelle grinned as they all nodded to accept the terms.

“Was the point of you lot not to ride ahead?” Thorin called from a few metres behind, the entire company now mounted.

“Good luck boys.” Arabelle smirked before clicking her tongue the horse not skipping a beat as her powerful hind legs propelled them forward and out of the grasp of Fili who had taken a quick snatch at the scarf.

Wind wisped her hair behind her, so fast was the speed that her plait began to fall further apart with each movement, yet she would have it all fall out before she would slow down. The loud breaths of her riding companion mirrored her own as she held the reigns, allowing Eryn to guide them. So long they had been together she trusted the offspring of her father’s horse with her life. She loved riding, from her youth of riding in her father’s lap to getting her very first pony, she had squealed with joy and spooked the poor foal. Today, riding along the familiar countryside her smile was the same as it had been when she had seen that little foal; pure, unadulterated joy. They had pushed far beyond the rest of the group, Arabelle looked back to see the three dwarves galloping behind her. Yelling or in Dwalin’s case cursing in their native language she couldn’t help but giggle. As they entered a clearing Arabelle noted Eryn’s pace slacken as an edge appeared, she patted the horse’s neck and congratulated her with coos in her ear.

“Cheat.” Kili huffed as he caught up, Arabelle already dismounted and giving Eryn some space to cool down.

“I almost had you.” Fili jumped off his horse to join Arabelle on the ground, she spun to smile at him sweetly “But alas your pipe weed is mine, bet you wishing you had chosen another prize now.” She smirked only now realising how close their faces had come when she had turned, so close she could not even tell what it was his hand did around his waist but she could feel the movements around her own hips.

“Next time then.” Fili pulled out a pouch and put it in her hands, she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke.

“Horse-riding tree-dweller.” Dwalin cursed as he pulled up with them “Where have you lead us?” He looked around this clearing was horrible, no defences he half suspected an ambush any moment.

“Our camp is not to be here Master Dwalin. But down there.” She pointed down the hill to a small stream, the forest on the other side would hold their dinner.

“Boys water your horses and prepare to travel back, the others should reach here just on dark but it is a good spot.” Dwalin jumped off his horse as they all made their way down to the stream.

“Careful Master Dwalin that was nearly a compliment.” Arabelle smiled and Dwalin scowled a little bit.

“Dwalin I miss your company what you say you and me travel back together.” Kili spoke and was shot glares from the two other dwarves “What?” He innocently looked to his brother who whispered something so low and in another tongue that Arabelle laughed “You do realise you can insult me directly to my face in Khzadul and I’d have not a clue what you speak. I mean Master Dwalin and Thorin make it seem like an art form.” Arabelle watched as Dwalin bent down by the stream a slight upright pull on the corner of his lip.

“You boys head back and stay out of trouble.” Dwalin looked at the two, though they were of royal blood his orders clearly outweighed their own wishes as they both saddled up.

“I expect a set of arrows to go with my new bow Kili!” Arabelle called out and laughed as an unkind gesture was flung back in response.

“You left them?“ Bilbo flabbergasted as Fili and Kili returned “Alone?” The pair looked between each other and then Bilbo nodding in confirmation that they had indeed left the speak-her-mind woman and the swing-first-ask-later dwarf alone. Bilbo’s mind spiralling as he wondered who would offend the other first and would it even take an offence to have them drawing swords.

“Settle your nerves, Master Baggins. Dwalin won’t hurt her.” Thorin calmed the hobbit who had apparently been taking his riding lessons with Arabelle seriously as he now rode at the front of the pack.

“It is not Belle I worry for.” Bilbo said as he trotted ahead forcing Thorin to call the rest of the company to pick up the pace. They had yet to witness what this ex-ranger was capable of when it came to battle, and it was Dwalin who was most eager to see this skill. A tense trip pushed the company faster and faster, but as they entered the clearing Kili tried to joke that the lack of a spiked head was a good sign; until the clashing of metal echoed over the hill.

Bilbo had not even a moment to think on it before he tried to propel his horse down the hill towards the intense battle by the stream. Tried was the key word. As the horse had no intention of running towards the pounding clangs of metal and instead decided to dump her stupid rider and race to the safety of the other horses.

“Bilbo!” Arabelle cried as they dropped their weapons racing to where he now laid sprawled out on the grass, though Thorin reached him first checking the hobbit over before snapping around “What! Were you two doing!” He growled at them both, even Dwalin taking a step back.

“We were just sparring Thorin.” Dwalin had his hands up.

“Sparring?” Bilbo gasped out from behind Thorin “You looked ready to kill each other!”

“It was a good spar.” Arabelle shrugged “I still think a sword more practical than an axe.” She smiled at Dwalin who huffed “Of course a tree hugger like you wouldn’t like the axe.”

“Spoken like a true mountain dweller.” Arabelle returned the insult a clear shift in what yesterday would’ve ended up in a brawl now just had them both half grinning.

“Let’s have a look at that wrist there Bilbo.” Oin had found his way to the still fell hobbit, who had subconsciously been nursing his right arm, Thorin turning back to him but Arabelle was the one to fall to his side.

“Another riding lesson Bilbo, never force a horse into anything.” She laughed as she helped pull him up Oin deciding it was just a nasty sprain and talking about finding some binding. “Come we will get you by the fire.”

Oin had kindly strapped up Bilbo’s arm, Bombur having put the final touches into the stew as they joined the rest of the dwarves most of whom had shed their shirts as a battle to find the strongest dwarf raged. In pairs they would first butt heads, then clasp shoulders and whoever was either on the ground or out of the circle lost and would join the spectators. Kili had just been outed by his own brother, who had perhaps revelled in the victory too much as now Thorin entered the ring.

“I don’t know much about Durin but if those are his sons.” Arabelle allowed her deep inhale to express what words could not, for she thanked the stars for the royal line of Durin.

“Arabelle.” Bilbo chided as he realised, he too had been ogling at the older of the pair who now engaged in a battle of strength.

“Just saying you can have Thorin whom you are so clearly undressing with your eyes, and I’d gladly take Fili off your hands.” Arabelle giggled a little and Bilbo squirmed and scowled at her.

“This is rather inappropriate don’t you think?” Bilbo corrected her manners yet again “You are forty years older than me, act your age.” He scolded her and she couldn’t help but laugh again at the irony.

“Bilbo surely you have learnt by now that age is all relative once you cross race.” Arabelle continued as Bilbo looked twice as confused “Well you are what, over fifty these days? And let’s say you live to be a terribly old, cranky hobbit who passes in his sleep you would be near one hundred.” Bilbo nodded “So you are well into the second half of your life, beginning to be considered old amongst your fellow folk.” Bilbo took an inhale from his pipe, it had been commented on multiple times the fact he had yet to find a wife “My ancestors on the other hand have been known to live well for over two hundred years, meaning me at a ‘older’ age of eighty is well under halfway. Hence, you the senior amongst us.” Arabelle watched as Bilbo mulled over the numbers, once again redoing them and on his final third round he tilted his head and sighed; she was right.

“Well as your senior then I am telling you that this is an improper conversation, and we should discuss more important things.” Bilbo said as his eyes followed her to were Thorin and Fili both began to grunt, tiring as they continued to push and shove at each other.

“Like what?” She asked playfully watching as Bilbo’s eyes also lingered over the arena “The weather?”

“And what might you two be spouting about?” Gandalf near sent them both flailing to their backsides.

“Weather.” They said in unison.

“Best avert your gazes it appears the fighting is over, and it is bath time.” Gandalf laughed as what remained of the dwarves clothes ended up on the ground and both Arabelle and Bilbo made an extremely strong point at not looking towards the sons of Durin; even when Kili insisted on calling them in.

As night fell the dwarves joined each other around the campfire, fresh clothes and Nori seemed inclined to pass around an oil with essence of lavender insisting they could all do with some fresh smells. Arabelle laughed in agreeance, excusing herself to wander downstream and seek a private area to herself, Kili offering to stand watch earned him both a backhand from his brother and a rude gesture from Arabelle as she strolled off out of sight. Not too far from the men Arabelle found a small area where the stream slowed, though close enough she could hear whenever a good joke was told as a boom of laughter thrummed in the background. The water deep enough to cover up to her belly Arabelle took a moment to bask in the moonlight, while she had come to enjoy the company of dwarves, she had forgotten how much she enjoyed the company of herself. She let out the few remaining strands of her plait that had held in after the day of travel, allowing it to flow down her shoulders she released the bindings of her chest and placed her weapons along the bank side as she took her clothes into the water to see them washed properly.

Fili, Kili and Thorin had moved to the edge of the camp having made their own small fire to dry their clothes whilst Fili began braiding his brother’s hair, Thorin pulling at Fili’s own hair making comment that he needed to change his braids more often. The others respected the royals space, taking to fixing their own hair Bilbo had managed to sneak a little up stream for a quick bath for himself.

“I saw Belle watching you earlier, I swear she looks at you almost as much as you look at her.” Kili grinned as he looked up to his brother.

“I do not look at her.” Fili tugged at Kili’s hair earning a yelp from the younger dwarf which earned him a yank on his own hair.

“Don’t hurt your brother Fili.” Thorin scolded “And you do look at her. It is fine if you find the girl attractive.”

“How can you not?” Fili blurted out a redness coming across his face instantly “I mean…Fine, I think she is very pretty” Bilbo near jumped for joy on overhearing the conversation, running downstream in such a rush he missed the remaining conversation.

“She reminds me of your mother actually.” Thorin laughed as both boys scrunched up their faces in disgust “Head strong. Outspoken. Fearless. Dis was not always just running after the pair of you.” Thorin smiled at the memories of his youth “But Fili you need to be cautious. I know we have not spoken of this but once Erebor is reclaimed you will be heir to a throne, a real throne and all the real expectations of it.” Thorin levelled with Fili’s eyes as he pulled out a bead from his own hair “This was given to me by my father, your grandfather, Thrain, when he named me his heir.” Fili looked down as Thorin clasped it to finish the braid he had been working on the weight of what just happened sinking in.

“I speak now as your uncle.” Thorin smiled lightening up the mood “Fili, enjoy your freedom while it is yours if you wish to fool around with the young maiden then do so at no harm to the quest and be sure to be safe for I am not writing to your mother to inform her of any half-bred grandchildren.”

“Uncle...” Fili groaned as Thorin smiled and pushed Fili’s head down to focus on Kili’s braid “I don’t even know if she likes me. Half the time I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even notice me.”

“Oh, is that why she could barely take her eyes off you all evening. Honestly, I thought she might have kicked Thorin’s ass just to be in the ring with you.” Kili laughed and even Thorin joined in with a little chuckle “You know maybe you just need to make it more obvious. I mean if it is flirting you need help with brother you are in the right company.” Thorin took in his pipe amused with his nephew’s antics, it reminded him of a kinder time when Frerin would kidnap him into towns and bully him into speaking with young women.

“And no need to worry uncle, I know my duty to our people.” Fili responded as his fingers held his new braid.

By the time Bilbo had made it to Arabelle she had just been finishing tucking in her chest binding, though neither of them really cared as she had been seen in much less, especially on the night of Belladonna’s fiftieth birthday. Though Bilbo had initially fumbled his words, and then wondered if he should tell her at all, they were just boys being stupid unaware of his prying ears; perhaps they were mere talk. But as she innocently looked at him, asking if he was alright with such concern on her face Bilbo knew her struggles with men and her hopeless out look on love.

“Fili likes you.” Bilbo found his words “Like he finds you attractive.” He clarified, noting Arabelle’s slight confusion.

“Oh-“ Arabelle breathed out, trailing her hand over the slow moving water below, so slow she could see her reflection under the gleam of the moonlight. Her dark hair was ragged still wet it trailed to just below her shoulders and a few shorter strands clung to her round face, her broad shoulders wrapped with her bindings near flattening her chest completely. She had never been one to think herself as someone others would consider attractive, she had heard the boy’s comments but had merely considered them kind words at best and at worst bad jokes. For they would not have been the first to tease her, even as a child her body was plumper than all the other girls and it was only in womanhood had she accepted the fact she would never have the skinny arms or flat stomach of the other girls. To have someone now who would find her attractive? Someone who had seen her ride for days, who had witnessed her snort in laughter and undoubtedly snore in her sleep, could someone truly find her attractive? Could that someone be Fili, with his golden hair and crystal blue eyes that shone like stars and whose smile made her heart flutter. Could someone like that want someone like her.

Chapter Five

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Jednym z głównych powodów, dla których ludzie otwierają konta bankowe na Kajmanach, jest korzystny lokalny system podatkowy. Terytorium to nie opodatkowuje banków tak wysoko jak inne rejony świata, co czyni je konkurencyjnym miejscem do prowadzenia działalności bankowej. Często zyski z odsetek na kontach na Kajmanach nie podlegają lokalnemu opodatkowaniu. Jest to praktyka legalna i nie należy jej mylić z otwieraniem konta zagranicznego w celu uniknięcia podatków w kraju zamieszkania. Kolejną zaletą konta na Kajmanach jest jego profesjonalne zarządzanie, które cieszy się międzynarodowym szacunkiem. Nie wszystkie dawne raje podatkowe mogą poszczycić się taką reputacją profesjonalizmu i uczciwości jak Kajmany. Wiele osób pracujących w tamtejszych bankach ma szkolenie i doświadczenie w najbardziej prestiżowych centrach finansowych świata. Prawo, które obowiązuje banki na Kajmanach, opiera się na angielskim prawie zwyczajowym, które jest uznawane na całym świecie jako solidna podstawa rozstrzygania sporów. Posiadanie konta na Kajmanach obecnie nie jest już powszechnie postrzegane jako metoda unikania podatków. Chociaż niektórzy nadal tak to traktują, wzrastająca kontrola regulacyjna na tym terytorium sprawia, że jest to po prostu kolejna lokalizacja oferująca wysokiej jakości usługi bankowe w ramach systemu o niskim opodatkowaniu. Na koniec warto wspomnieć, że główną korzyścią konta na Kajmanach może być ochrona majątku przed potencjalnymi pozwami sądowymi. Gdy dochodzi do rozstrzygnięć prawnych, na przykład po rozwodzie czy transakcji biznesowej, aktywa przechowywane w zagranicznych bankach prywatnych zazwyczaj nie są wliczane do ostatecznego rozliczenia.

Oprocentowanie w bankach na Kajmanach

Konto bankowe na Kajmanach zazwyczaj oferuje atrakcyjne oprocentowanie dla swoich klientów. Z uwagi na dużą liczbę banków na trzech niewielkich wyspach, konkurencja między nimi jest wysoka. Jednak oprocentowanie różni się w zależności od banku i rodzaju konta. Konta funduszy inwestycyjnych mogą oferować najwyższy zwrot, ale zazwyczaj wiążą się z najwyższymi opłatami za zarządzanie. Mogą też być bardziej zmienne pod względem wyników. Dla przeciętnego inwestora najlepsze oprocentowanie oferują konta na Kajmanach z ograniczonym dostępem. Oznacza to zwykle zobowiązanie do zatrzymania środków na koncie przez okres od trzech do pięciu lat. Wcześniejsze wycofanie pieniędzy może wiązać się z koniecznością zapłaty kary. Takie konta są atrakcyjne dla osób, które mogą pozwolić sobie na zablokowanie swoich środków na dłuższy czas, licząc na korzystniejsze oprocentowanie.

Banki na Kajmanch - przegląd ofert

Pomimo, że w ostatnich latach zamknęło się około 100 banków na Kajmanach, nadal istnieje wiele aktywnych instytucji finansowych. Poniższa lista zawiera wybrane banki działające na Kajmanach. Zestawienie to nie jest wyczerpujące, ale daje ogólny obraz bankowości na tym terytorium. Banki na Kajmanach obsługujące klientów międzynarodowych: - Deutsche Bank Aktiengesellschaft - Bank of China Limited - CIBC Cayman Bank Limited - Royal Bank of Canada - American Express National Bank - Sackville Bank and Trust Company Limited - Skandinaviska Enskilda Banken - The Bank of Nova Scotia - Webster Bank, National Association Instytucje świadczące usługi bankowe i powiernicze: - Northern Trust Company - BNP Paribas Bank and Trust Cayman Limited - Hinduja Bank & Trust (Cayman) Limited - Merrill Lynch Bank and Trust Company (Cayman) Limited - Sumitomo Mitsui Trust Bank (USA) Limited - Bank of America, National Association - Delta Bank and Trust Company, Grand Cayman Banki obsługujące klientów krajowych i zagranicznych: - Scotiabank & Trust (Cayman) Ltd - Butterfield Bank (Cayman) Limited - RBC Royal Bank (Cayman) Limited - Cayman National Bank Limited - MUFG Alternative Fund Services (Cayman) Limited - CIBC Bank and Trust Company (Cayman) Limited - FirstCaribbean International Bank (Cayman) Limited

FAQ - najczęstsze pytania - konto bankowe na Kajmanach

Czy posiadanie konta bankowego na Kajmanach jest legalne? Tak, posiadanie prywatnego konta bankowego na Kajmanach jest całkowicie legalne, pod warunkiem, że wykorzystuje się je do legalnych celów. Tak samo jak w przypadku każdego innego typu konta, kluczowe jest przestrzeganie prawa. Jak można wypłacić pieniądze z konta na Kajmanach? Sposób wypłaty pieniędzy z konta na Kajmanach zależy od rodzaju konta, które posiadasz. Większość banków na Kajmanach oferuje karty debetowe, które pozwalają na łatwe wypłaty. Jak sprawdzić, czy bank na Kajmanach jest godny zaufania? Aby upewnić się, że bank na Kajmanach jest renomowany, warto sprawdzić, czy posiada licencję bankową, najlepiej kategorii A. Większość instytucji finansowych na Kajmanach posiada taką licencję, co jest potwierdzeniem ich wiarygodności i przestrzegania standardów bankowych. Jakie waluty obsługują banki na Kajmanach? Banki na Kajmanach obsługują różne waluty, nie tylko lokalnego dolara kajmańskiego. Można tam prowadzić konta w dolarach amerykańskich, kanadyjskich, euro oraz funtach brytyjskich. To daje klientom z różnych części świata elastyczność w zarządzaniu swoimi środkami finansowymi. Read the full article

I find it very funny to look at interpretations and versions of Sun Wukong and Macaque where Sun Wukong is the one chasing Macaque (me included)

But like, in the show, Macaque is always the one chasing Sun Wukong

He's the one going out of his way to interact with and mostly antagonize Sun Wukong, because it really seems like he's attached to Sun Wukong in the way that he just can't let go and move on from it, almost like an obsession (it probably is obsession in a way)

And he calls Sun Wukong an “obsessive demon” in the flashback, which maybe Sun Wukong was in a way, always chasing after more immortality and never stopping even when he was ahead (there was way more going on with this situation though)

Kind of funny how Macaque himself ended up becoming an “obsessive demon” always chasing after the Sun and yet never reaching it

Early Stage oferuje angielski dla dzieci w Kujawsko Pomorskim

Jeśli poszukujesz profesjonalnej szkoły językowej dla swoich pociech, oferta nauki języka angielskiego dla dzieci w Kujawsko Pomorskim od Early Stage powinna Cię zainteresować. Pamiętaj, że dobra znajomość języków obcych w dzisiejszych czasach jest podstawą do dalszego kształcenia, dlatego Early Stage otworzyło placówki w Bydgoszczy, aby umożliwić dzieciom łatwy dostęp do nauki angielskiego na tym terenie kraju.

Dlaczego język angielski jest ważny?

W dobie globalizacji produktów i usług czołową rolę odgrywa język angielski, ponieważ można z łatwością pozyskiwać, przetwarzać oraz rozpowszechniać informację za pomocą zwrotów w języku angielskim. Ułatwia to przede wszystkim rozwój, ponieważ wiele kursów wysokiej jakości, podwyższających kompetencję, przygotowywane jest właśnie w tym języku. Popularne w tym momencie zawody z zakresu IT wykorzystują język angielski do komunikacji. Dlatego jeśli jesteś mieszkańcem Bydgoszczy lub okolic, oferta Early Stage z zakresu nauki angielskiego dla dzieci w Kujawsko Pomorskim powinna Cię zainteresować.

W jakich miastach są placówki oferujące angielski dla dzieci?

Jeśli chodzi o województwo Kujawsko Pomorskie, warto wspomnieć, że filie Early Stage otwarte są między innymi w Bydgoszczy, Toruniu, Osielsku, Włocławku i Niemczu. Dowiedz się więcej o ofercie angielskiego dla dzieci w Kujawsko Pomorskim na stronie internetowej Early Stage!

Gdzie widzisz siebie wobec języków ojczystego i angielskiego?

Wybierz SWOJE miejsce.

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Angielski jest językiem międzynarodowej komunikacji biznesowej.

Korporacje i firmy międzynarodowe mają swoje filie, oddziały i siedziby w wielu krajach.

Posiadanie wspólnego języka umożliwia komunikację między różnymi biurami, obsługę klientów różnych narodowości oraz standaryzację pracy i kultury zarządzania w obrębie firm i korporacji.

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W którym z trzech (3️⃣) miejsc jesteś ze swoją postawą i przynależnością językową:

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3. W pełni kontrolujesz oba języki i w zależności od potrzeb stosujesz je wymiennie i osobno.

Wskaż w komentarzu, co wybierasz i pokaż zalety TWOJEGO obecnego miejsca.

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261) Atomwaffen Division, Dywizja Atomwaffen (Atomwaffen oznacza po niemiecku „broń nuklearną”), znana również jako National Socialist Resistance Front – międzynarodowa, skrajnie prawicowa, ekstremistyczna i neonazistowska sieć terrorystyczna. Założona w 2013 roku i mająca siedzibę w południowych Stanach Zjednoczonych, od tego czasu rozszerzyła swoją działalność na Stany Zjednoczone oraz Wielką Brytanię, Kanadę, Niemcy, kraje bałtyckie i inne kraje europejskie. Grupa jest opisywana jako część alt-right przez niektórych dziennikarzy, ale odrzuca etykietę i jest uważana za skrajną nawet w ramach tego ruchu. Jest wymieniona jako grupa nienawiści przez Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), a także jako grupa terrorystyczna przez wiele rządów, w tym Wielką Brytanię i Kanadę. Członkowie Atomwaffen Division zostali pociągnięci do odpowiedzialności za szereg morderstw, planowanych ataków terrorystycznych i innych działań przestępczych. W 2015 r. członek-założyciel Brandon Russell ogłosił utworzenie grupy na neofaszystowskim i neonazistowskim forum internetowym IronMarch.org, które przed zamknięciem w 2017 r. był powiązany z kilkoma aktami neonazistowskiego terroryzmu i brutalnymi grupami bojowników, takimi jak Nordic Resistance Movement, National Action, CasaPound i Golden Dawn. W swoich początkowych postach grupa opisywała się jako „bardzo fanatyczna, ideologiczna banda towarzyszy, którzy prowadzą zarówno aktywizm, jak i szkolenie bojowników. Walka wręcz, trening broni i różne inne formy szkolenia. Jeśli chodzi o aktywizm, szerzymy świadomość w realny świat za pomocą niekonwencjonalnych środków”. Członkowie grupy są w większości młodzi, a także rekrutuje nowych członków na kampusach uniwersyteckich. Jego kampanie rekrutacyjne na kampusie zachęcały studentów do „Dołączenia do lokalnych nazistów!” i powiedz „Naziści nadchodzą!”. Opublikowano plakaty rekrutacyjne na University of Chicago, University of Central Florida, Old Dominion University w Norfolk w Wirginii i Boston University. Dywizja Atomwaffen zwerbowała kilku weteranów i obecnych członków Sił Zbrojnych USA, którzy szkolą członków organizacji w zakresie używania broni palnej i taktyki wojskowej. Oficer marynarki wojennej Stanów Zjednoczonych został wydalony za rzekomą rekrutację 12 członków do grupy, a czterech stowarzyszonych żołnierzy piechoty morskiej Stanów Zjednoczonych zostało oskarżonych o handel i produkcję broni palnej dla grupy. Członkowie Atomwaffen starali się również trenować z Batalionem Azow i Rosyjskim Ruchem Imperialnym. W październiku 2020 roku Ukraina deportowała dwóch członków Atomwaffen, którzy próbowali dołączyć do Azowa za podżeganie do morderstw i terroryzmu. Atomwaffen ma powiązania z różnymi powiązanymi grupami neonazistowskimi. Podczas dochodzenia ProPublica uzyskała 250 000 zaszyfrowanych dzienników czatów napisanych przez członków grupy. ProPublica na początku 2018 roku szacowała, że Atomwaffen liczy 80 członków, podczas gdy Anti-Defamation League szacuje, że ma od 24 do 36 aktywnych członków. Według Międzynarodowego Centrum Zwalczania Terroryzmu grupa ma dużą liczbę „wtajemniczonych” oprócz 60 do 80 pełnoprawnych członków. 14 marca 2020 roku Mason stwierdził, że Dywizja Atomwaffen została rozwiązana. Uważano jednak, że grupa jest bliska wyznaczenia przez Departament Stanu Zagranicznej Organizacji Terrorystycznej, a Liga Przeciwko Zniesławieniu stwierdziła, że ​​„posunięcie to ma na celu zapewnienie członkom wytchnienia, a nie faktyczne zakończenie ich działań bojowych”. Raport wywiadowczy przekazany przez federalne organy ścigania ostrzegał, że Atomwaffen i jego oddziały rozmawiały o wykorzystaniu pandemii COVID-19. 25 marca 2020 roku mężczyzna z Missouri powiązany z Atomwaffen rzekomo planował zniszczyć szpital leczący ofiary koronawirusa bombą samochodową i zginął w strzelaninie z FBI. Według ekspertów antyterrorystycznych grupa pozostaje aktywna i nadal tworzy filie w Europie. 31 maja 2020 roku ogłoszono, że w Rosji odkryto nową komórkę Atomwaffen. Lokalne służby bezpieczeństwa właśnie wcześniej odkryły komórkę w Szwajcarii, potwierdzając podejrzenia niemieckich urzędników, że Szwajcaria służyła jako filar niemieckiej operacji Atomwaffen, pozwalając im uniknąć organów ścigania. Europejscy funkcjonariusze ds. Bezpieczeństwa zwrócili się do swoich amerykańskich odpowiedników o pomoc w zwalczaniu tych komórek i wezwali do uznania ich za organizacje terrorystyczne. W sierpniu 2020 roku, kilka miesięcy po rzekomym rozwiązaniu, grupa pojawiła się ponownie, tym razem jako "National Socialist Order". 22 kwietnia 2021 r. rząd brytyjski ogłosił, że zdelegalizuje Atomwaffen/Narodowy Zakon Socjalistyczny jako organizacje terrorystyczne. Podobne działania podjęły Kanada i Australia, które zdelegalizowały lokalne oddziały Atomwaffen w ramach szeroko zakrojonych zakazów skierowanych przeciwko organizacjom skrajnie prawicowym. Byli członkowie NSO opublikowali 12 września 2022 r. post na swoim blogu, twierdząc, że zakładają nową organizację, “National Socialist Resistance Front”. W swoich propagandowych filmach Atomwaffen pali kopie Konstytucji i flagi Stanów Zjednoczonych, a także opowiada się za atakami na rząd federalny Stanów Zjednoczonych, atakami na mniejszości, atakami na gejów i atakami na Żydów. Dywizja Atomwaffen była zaangażowana w kilka spisków masowych morderstw, planuje sparaliżować publiczne systemy wodne i planuje zniszczyć części kontynentalnej sieci przesyłowej energii elektrycznej Stanów Zjednoczonych. Atomwaffen został również oskarżony o planowanie wysadzenia elektrowni jądrowych. Celem organizacji jest brutalne obalenie rządu federalnego Stanów Zjednoczonych za pomocą taktyk terroryzmu i wojny partyzanckiej. Od 2017 roku organizacja jest powiązana z ośmioma zabójstwami i kilkoma brutalnymi przestępstwami z nienawiści w Stanach Zjednoczonych, w tym napaściami, gwałtami i licznymi przypadkami porwań i tortur. Organizacja wyraźnie opowiada się za neonazizmem, czerpiąc znaczne wpływy z Jamesa Masona i jego publikacji Siege, biuletynu National Socialist Liberation Front z połowy lat 80., który był hołdem dla Adolfa Hitlera, Josepha Tommasiego, Charlesa Mansona i Savitri Devi. Został opublikowany w książce o tym samym tytule, który jest obowiązkową lekturą dla wszystkich członków Dywizji Atomwaffen. Głównym doradcą grupy jest Mason, neonazista i negator Holokaustu, który opowiada się za morderstwami i przemocą w celu stworzenia bezprawia i anarchii oraz destabilizacji systemu. Atomwaffen czerpie również wpływy z nazistowskiego ezoteryzmu i okultyzmu, a zalecana przez niego lista materiałów do czytania dla aspirujących do inicjacji obejmuje dzieła Savitri Devi i prace Antona Longa, członka-założyciela Zakonu Dziewięciu Kątów, brytyjskiego neonazisty i przywódcy satanistów. Niektórzy członkowie grupy sympatyzują również z salaficką i dżihadystyczną formą islamu. Założyciel Atomwaffen Division, Brandon Russell, rzekomo opisał Omara Mateena, który dokonał strzelaniny w klubie nocnym w Orlando i przysięgał wierność Państwu Islamskiemu, jako „bohatera”. Grupa ubóstwia również Osamę bin Ladena w swojej propagandzie i uważa „kulturę męczeństwa i rebelii” w Al-Kaidzie i ISIL za coś, co należy naśladować. Członek Atomwaffen Division, Steven Billingsley, został sfotografowany podczas czuwania w San Antonio w Teksasie dla ofiar strzelaniny w Orlando, z maską czaszki i napisem „God Hates Fags”, mottem związanym z Westboro Baptist Church. Podejrzewa się, że członkowie Atomwaffen Division byli odpowiedzialni za szereg morderstw, planowanych ataków terrorystycznych, a także inne działania przestępcze.

„Pamietaj nie oceniaj ludzi po samych mailach” Ach Holden wziął ślub z Harper, Ray będzie miał dzieciaka z Everlee, a Imogen jest sama 😓 Zmieniła pracę bo miała dość bycia stewardesą, teraz robi za asystentkę i doradcę modowego oraz prezentowego szefa. Do tego odpisuje na głupie maile asystenta szefowej 2 fili jej firmy Londynie i nawiasem ma wrażenie, że facet połknął kij. Kiedy pewnego dnia jej szef ogłasza, że leci do Londynu nie spodziewa się jak jej życie szybko się zmieni. Ma lecieć na rozmowę z gościem, który będzie ich nowym wspólnikiem i będzie promował ich kursy w Hiszpani. Z racji, że Imogen zna dobrze ten język i nie boi się latać w porównaniu do swojego szefa to właśnie ona będzie to wszystko prezentować. Na miejscu poznaje Willa, gościa od maili i okazuje się, że wcale nie jest wcale taki sztywny jak uważała. Okazuje się, że pozory mogą mylić, a nasz asystent jest całkiem niezłym ciachem ❤️ Do tego co zauważyła dziewczyna, brytyjską wersją Raya, wiecie uwielbienie do miasta, historia 😂 Co może się stać podczas tego krótkiego pobytu dziewczyny w mieście? Wszystko, zwłaszcza, że brat zostawią jej chatę i kota pod opieką, bo rusza w podroż poslubną, a między Imogen, a Williamem aż iskrzy. Co ewidentnie widać w Sylwestrową noc. Czy będzie no pewnie, że tak, bo to kolejna cudowna historia, w której nie tylko romans jest ważny, ale życiowe wybory, plany no i kwestia odległości. Co wybierze Imogen, czy uda się zachować jej rozsądek i potraktuje to jako romans? A co na to Will, zostanie tam gdzie jest i pogodzi się z losem? No i do czego posunie się była Willa, by go zdobyć? Co przyniosą kolejne święta? Jak potoczą się ich losy oraz ich przyjaciół tak dobrze znanych z pozostałych części magicznych, świątecznych historii? To musicie zobaczyć sami! ❤️ Ach jak ciężko było się rozstawać z tą wesołą gromadką, bo bawiłam się świetnie z każdym bohaterem, choć Holden i Harper oraz Imogen i Ray zakasowali wszystkich swoimi docinkami 😂 Dla mnie 10/10 ⭐ Humor na poziomie, cięty język oraz płomienny romans to coś co lubię 😍 #love #książkowescrabble #książkoweimpresje #london #newyork #christmas #romans #snow #humor #recenzja #blog #book #januar #winter (w: Torun, Poland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnAkdJPIvXe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Ogrodzenie spośród podłoża nienaturalnego winylowego to dokument, który sprzyja do zakonserwowania chóru. Skądinąd najprawdopodobniej stanowić świętowany do dewiacyjnych kolorytów, takich jako ogrodzenia także furtki, egzystuje brany zwykle do ogrodzeń balkonów.Ogrodzenia spośród ciała podstępnego winylowego egzystują z latek 60. XX wieku dodatkowo są szeroko zdatne w mało ostatkach. Przebywało się ulubione w Australii, Indiach, Chinach również kupa subiektywnych koniuszkach. Ogrodzenie z tworzywa karykaturalnego winylowego istnieje jednocześnie powszechnie mianowane okratowaniem winylowym miłuj wyrobem ogrodzeniowym winylowym. Ogrodzenia z podłoży niewiarygodnych winylowych wysuwają w przeciwstawnych odległościach w okupacji od wskazań klienta.—Ogrodzenia spośród tworzywa nienaturalnego winylowego są ruską alternatywą gwoli ogrodzeń niezgrabnych. Stanowią marne również lotne w montażu. Mocna karmi zużywać na krużganki, tarasy zaś tarasy, oraz zarówno na skwery natomiast obrzeża basenów.Plastikowe ogrodzenie winylowe współczesne elaborat, jaki robi niczym polano, spójniki w egzystencji egzystuje dokonany z polichlorku winylu (PVC). Jest systematycznie zwracany w budownictwie jak zastępnik ograniczeń drewnianych. Ważkie cechy ograniczeń spośród tworzyw przewrotnych winylowych to:—Ogrodzenia z tworzywa sentymentalnego winylowego obecne najulubieńsza modła ogrodzenia krużganku. Utworzony stanowi spośród winylu natomiast użycza do projektów bezpieczeństwa.Nie winni zamierzać o syntetycznych ogrodzeniach winylowych jak substytutach obojętnych ogrodzeń. Niniejsze zaledwie jednokrotna taktyka ogrodzenia, którą wolno wykorzystać w dużo mieszkaniach i na dalekie oręże. Najczynniejsze ogrodzenie z tworzywa syntetycznego natomiast winylu, ogrodzenie słupkowe Winni zlecać sobie komedię spośród widm tajności zespolonych z plastikowymi ogrodzeniami.Nie powinniśmy zastanawiać o tych eseistach AI jak o zastępstwie humanitarnych copywriterów. https://srk-al.pl/2022/04/18/ekrany-akustyczne-korzysci-z-zastosowania-dzwiekoszczelnej-przegrody-sciennej/ prostu podają zachęta literatom idee, przepędzając apatię malarza zaś produkując rysunki obchodzące dewizie na wielką skalę.Asystenci spisywania AI zdobywają jeszcze uczciwszą gloria w miejscu robocie. Poszczególne plakietki używają ich, kiedy potrzebują wytworzyć intryg na konkretny pierwiastek lub niszę. Podczas kiedy filie numeryczne zlecają chrupie do wywoływania całego guście semantyki dla naszych klientów.—Stosowanie okratowań spośród tworzywa ckliwego w zamyśle zobowiązania prywatności nie przedziela się do bungalowu. Najprawdopodobniej stanowić zwracany w zajęciach samorządowych, takich jako parki, skwery oraz dziedzińce.Plastikowe ogrodzenia wtedy niemożliwie dobry styl na ochronienie zieleńca przed nieprzychylnymi cudzoziemcami. Jednakowoż co, gdyby zależysz zamontować plastikowe paliki ogrodzeniowe na zaufanym balkonie? Stoi niewiele cech zużywania palików ogrodzeniowych winylowych miast plastykowych. Po konstytutywne, winylowe balaski ogrodzeniowe nie obligują ochronie tudzież znoszą przeciągle niżeliby plastikowe. Po drugie, są wspanialsze niżeli syntetyczne tudzież nie niszczeją sprawnie. Po niebezpośrednie, przystoi wpierdala praktycznie odmalować nieokreślonym okazem barwy ewentualnie bejcy. Ostatecznie, są otwarte do suwerennego zestawie lilak miarodajnej rad lub szkolenia!—Powinniśmy analizować o plastykowym okratowaniu jako o bezpieczeństwie. Ułatwia w uchylaniu wykroczeniom, malwersacjom i obrazom bandytyzmu. Syntetyczne ogrodzenia do ogrodzenia Ogrodzenia plastikowe ostatnie rodzaj artykułu ogrodzeniowego spełnionego z polichlorku winylu (PVC) respektuj polipropylenu. Znajduje wykorzystanie w zieleńcach plus do formy ogrodzeń. Plastikowe towary ogrodzeniowe są liche dodatkowo dziecinne w zestawu, aliści są dodatkowo skłonne na płomienie UV, co wyznacza, iż z ciągiem potrafią blaknąć.—Ogrodzenia syntetyczne uznają imperatorskie zaimplementowanie. Typowo traktuje się go do ograniczeń, parkanów również przeciwnych budowy. Ogrodzenie plastikowe poczynione istnieje spośród polipropylenu bądź PCV tudzież zapewne przeżyć poniekąd 100 lat.Plastikowe ogrodzenie stanowi zauważalnie logiczne w zażyciu, bowiem istnieje zrobione w przygotowuj, który powoduje na zestawienie ogrodzenia bez użytkowania antidotów. Ogrodzenie można złożyć zanadto zachętą rustykalnych śrub oraz zacisków, co wyrządzi, że spośród plastikowego ogrodzenia będziesz mógł podejmować w nieskończoność.—Plastikowe mury wtedy standardowy wygląd na przecinki. Typują w różnych obszarach tudzież rysunkach. Egzystują poczynione z plastyku akceptuj metalu również przeżywają odrębne dominanty, takie jakże niebosiężne szanuj karłowate mury, furty, bramy ogrodowe również faktycznie dalej.Plastikowe parkany toteż nienowy widoczek na dróżce. Figurują w odmiennych kształtach oraz zarysach. Stanowią spełnione z syntetyku wielb metalu a liczą odmienne właściwości, takie jakże pokaźne akceptuj mierne parkany, furty, furtki ogrodowe również owszem zdecydowanie. Ogrodzenie winylowe, syntetyczne ogrodzenia, materialne ogrodzenie winylowe Teraźniejsze teraz nie stanowi kwestia obecnego, azali wymagasz przegrodzić przystępną majętność, azali nie. Akurat stanowi sondowanie, w jaki podejście pożądasz odgrodzić uprzejmą posesję a jakiego rządu ogrodzenia chcesz.Plastikowe ogrodzenia więc trafny wnioskodawca, iżby z nich pobierać. Istnieją wielkie plus przystępne w podtrzymaniu, jednakże nie bytują bezterminowo. Z przeciwnej paginy ogrodzenia winylowe potężna płynnie odremontować. Tolerują ospale, natomiast ich engagement jest cięższe niźli plastikowe ogrodzenia.—Wzrasta styl zastosowywania ograniczeń z tworzywa komedianckiego do eskorty bloku. Niestety możliwe bieżące być ekskluzywne, natomiast fura postaci dalej faworyzuje tępe ogrodzenia.Plastikowe ogrodzenie więc okaz ogrodzenia odbytego spośród polipropylenu kochaj polichlorku winylu (PVC). Bierze takie jedyne słuszności cielesne gdy ogrodzenia głuche natomiast dlatego trajkota się do współczesnych samiutkich użytków. Stanowią one zawsze zdecydowanie pospolitsze w zestawu niżby ogrodzenia przyciężkie, a podobnie odporniejsze. Ogrodzenia plastikowe umieją być dopasowywane w wszelkich powodach atmosferycznych, oraz i potrafią funkcjonowań używane jako odpowiednik ograniczeń nieczułych w dużo sytuacjach, w których ogrodzenie zesztywniałe nie zbadało się dobrze.—Ogrodzenia plastykowe niniejsze rzetelna alternatywa, jeśliby maszeruje o defensywę Twojej własności. Egzystuje obecne proste wyładowanie, które osiągnie na soczystą lustrację ponad Twoją inercją przyimek bolenia się o wkłady życia. Zestaw ogrodzeń z tworzywa syntetycznego, montaż okratowań winylowych tudzież uiszczanie winyli Ogrodzenia plastikowe PCV wtedy drink z najgłośniejszych sortów ogrodzeń na globie. Istnieją popularne w armatur dodatkowo potrafią obcowań zjadane do kolizyjnych motywów. Jednak poniektóre matrony mogą frasować się o nieobce rozbrojenie również czy profesjonalnie pochłania założą.Poniższe agendy analizują rozmaite sposoby plastikowych ogrodzeń z PVC, z najrzetelniejszych do zasadniczo uciążliwych, które potrafisz zaimplementować w równym ogrodzie.—Ogrodzenia plastikowe PCV są przyjazną wersją dla fundamentalistycznych ogrodzeń bezbarwnych. Istnieją intensywnie gospodarcze, można karmi żwawo skręcać dodatkowo rozbijać spójniki zapamiętują obszerniejszą żywotność.—Ogrodzenia PCV toż przejaw plastykowego ogrodzenia, jakie zapewnia do przykrycia otoku ogrodu czyli rozbieżnej majętności. Zrealizowane są spośród polichlorku winylu (PCW) a są notorycznie doznawane do ogrodzenia poufności. Ogrodzenia PCV są nie dopiero czytelne w zestawu, wszakże plus nadzwyczaj atrakcyjne.Ogrodzenie winylowe jest możliwością gwoli okratowań PCV zaś pewnie stanowić zakładane w wszystkim stanowisku, w jakim egzystuje na nie pomieszczenie. Ogrodzenia winylowe osiągają mnóstwo ważności w zestawieniu z ograniczeniem z PCV, w teraźniejszym węższą wymowę, opcja barwienia miłuj bejcowania (tudzież poniekąd przeciągania) oraz głęboki wydatek.