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7knives · 3 months

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hii this is random but ur ocs all seem so interesting and cool and i'd love to know more about them👀 (if you want to talk about them ofc no pressure :D <3)

thank you so much, that’s really nice of you! 💜💜💜i love to talk about them! i have like almost a dozen but the most fleshed out / to me currently interesting ones are: levi, tayuhl, lance and the priest. A brief summary of them would be:

levi (he/they/it/she) is a tma oc. he is like a monster hunter similar to trevor and julia but not an avatar of the hunt. levi loves to cause trouble and annoy people. they do the hunting more so because it messes with people and the ritual plans and not because he wants to get rid of 'bad' avatars. also because levi likes violence lol. most closely it might be aligned with the spiral but he doesn’t have any spiral-like powers. he thinks of itself as unkillable (hence the hubris).

tayuhl (she/her) is a fantasy oc. she lives in a sort of post-apocalyptic medieval fantasy world where magic that went wrong destroyed her world. it draws influences from botw when the guardians went rogue and fantasy in general. she’s fighting similar machines powered by magic and tries to collect knowledge of magic of which a good portion was lost in the destruction of the temples. with that she hopes to figure out how to stop the machines for good. strictly speaking she hasn’t got any magical powers herself (visions aside) and fights with swords and bow and arrow.

venn alancer (she/her) most of the time simply referred to as lance is a star wars oc that has existed the longest out of my current ocs. i came up with her as a teen. she is but a simple bounty hunter trying to make her way through the galaxy. in earlier (flying) accidents she lost both legs and as a young child her left arm and now wears protheses. kind of like han she assisted the rebels in the fight against the empire. her ship is called 'the silver spetum'.

the priest (they/them) is my newest oc and a time-traveling assassin. they were born during the victorian era in london. i haven’t got their backstory all worked out yet but eventually they join/are recruited by time-traveling assassins who in theory can be hired by every person from every time period. but the very frequent time-travelling takes its toll and the assassins can’t die (from natural causes. not as great as it might seem at first. it’s more like bilbo said: 'like butter scraped over too much bread') and have also forgotten a lot of crucial information about themselves. for example the priest forgot their name, who they were before etc. i only picked their name because i thought it sounded cool as an assassin’s name skskks. later i made up a story how they got it (in their first few missions they disguised themselves as a priest and the name stuck) not sure if i will stick with this story though. the reason i choose the victorian era was because i love the suits the men were wearing at the time and i always imagine the priest wearing something classy like this on a day to day basis.

typing all of that out actually made me want to work on the priests back story more so thank you for asking! 💜 id also really love to hear about your ocs if you want to share!

#i didnt get into too much detail bc i think it would’ve been too much at once sksksk #all of my ocs lore might change a little from time to time but thats the current status #ocs #oc: levi #oc: tayuhl #oc: lance #oc: the priest #honorable mention ocs are len and andy. they’re not ready yet

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abnerkrill · 1 year

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top 5 places in germany you want to visit, also tell me an unpopular food opinion and what ridiculously expensive thing you'd buy if you could

thanks bestie!!!!! so top is berlin (i know, i know, i haven't been there yet!!) second is schloss neuschwanstein, it's not even all that far from where i live rn i just never had the chance to go and i love me a good castle. third is europa park--technically i have a ticket i can use anytime because the one time i had planned to go last year i had to have emergency surgery and they just let me delay my ticket till the future lol. alas!

i've been to the north sea & some of the islands as a child but i'd really love to go back (i have vague memories of riding in a horse-draw carriage during low tide??) and finally although i literally live in the black forest i've barely traveled bc of covid and school, so that's a priority before i move this fall :')

unpopular food opinion: this one is actually tough because i've always been the least picky eater in my family and friend groups. i'll try anything and i'll like most things! maybe my hot take is that people need to be more courageous eaters. of course dislikes are valid but you've just got to be able to try things. <3

aaaand the expensive thing i would buy: private mountain lake writers retreat. god all i need rn is a gorgeous view and a quiet peaceful place where i can sit and write my book. (am i bilbo? i might be bilbo.)

sleepover questions!!!!

#moonatoms #ask games

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Congratulations! :D I would love a ship for person of Interest and the Lotr/Hobbit universe. I am female, bisexual, going to be 30 soon (cries in a corner) and work as a physics/chemistry teacher. Appearance: 5,8", slim but very muscular, red short hair and green eyes.

My hobbies include: playing guitar, soccer, videogames,drawing, working out and learning languages (Japanese, French, English). People are often intimidated by my serious demeanor and killer stare, though I am nice and try my best for everyone. I can also laugh and loosen up. Once I set my mind to something there is no stopping me and I can defend myself. Character: determined, reliable, curious and helpful. I love to learn about many things and try to learn some skills from people around me you never know when something might come in handy! Also I am a not so secret fantasy/sci-fi geek.

I really appreciate your work and look forward to my ships! Have a great day. :)

Thank you! I hope you like your ship!

Person of Interest:

I ship you with Root.

I think she would be drawn to your character, and loves your determination, tenacity, and loyalty. She admires your various hobbies as well as your language skills. At first she thought you would just be a god ally, but soon discovered herself developing feelings for you that she could not ignore.

Best-Friend: More of a mentorship, but I wanna say Harold. I think he would act like a big-brother, or father figure at times. You get along well and work well together. He cares about you a lot, and sees you as family.

Other ship under cut!

Lotr/Hobbit:

I ship you with Thorin.

You met when Gandalf brought you into the company. And Thorin at first was unsure if you should be there. But soon he discovered your skill, strength and unwavering loyalty and admitted he was wrong about you. About this same time, he found himself watching you with a new form of curiosity, and soon discovered that he was developing feelings for you. He enjoys talking to you about the world, and the possibilities of the future.

Best-Friend: Bilbo. You grew close during your journey, and formed a bond. He was always kind to you and saw you as a close friend. After the quest was complete (in which Thorin most certainly did not die), you would sometimes go visit him in the Shire.

#ship #ships #7k milestone ships #mileston ships #hobbit ship #person of interest ship #anon #anon ship

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reshirement · 3 years

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rereading the lotr series with a new lens and just

okay i’m going to go out on a limb here and just talk about a passage i read with a different interpretation

so we know bilbo pretty much cuts off elrond with his ‘well, yeah obviously i’m going to handle it’ speech during the council here:

but his decision to do so was mentioned by him earlier (if not completely outright at the time) during the exchange where frodo shows him the ring here:(sorry for all the reading)

okay, let’s just ignore the movie take on this moment where bilbo becomes gollumesque and lunges for frodo (which don’t get me wrong, it’s the most solid take but bear with me)

bilbo’s heard a lot about the ring he had, dude was carrying sauron’s ring for decades with no idea. if the ring had zero pull on people, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to look at it, like whoa. so, not even going to hold that against him, and ignoring gandalf seems a very bilbo thing to do anyhow especially when it kind of concerns the well being of his nephew

anyway, frodo shows him, and then pulls back from bilbo when he puts out his hand, and it talks about the shadow over them and frodo seeing bilbo as this grasping creature (not his uncle, a creature) and then feeling the urge to strike him.

but nowhere in there does it say this perception is the correct one!

bilbo doesn’t seem to do a single violent thing in this exchange, however, the moment he looks up at frodo’s face he draws back, his hand over his own eyes like he can’t bear what he’s seeing and just says ‘i understand now’ and ‘i’m sorry’ and then immediately launches into a short tirade that later is revealed to be his immediate expectation to take the ring himself, like there wasn’t another option, so that, that was a snap decision and it would have been a damn foolish one if bilbo had been the one so affected by the ring. bilbo isn’t a fool, and not conniving in the way where this could just be a ploy to get it back, so he does intend to try and destroy it.

i think frodo was the one to fall under the shadow here, and bilbo immediately recognized it. was horrified by it. i mean, it’s not like he wouldn’t recognize the look in someone he loves. frodo wanted to strike him, thorin just about threw him over a wall. it’s just a ring this time instead of a stone. especially with that last line about how the shadow passed once the ring was out of sight (safely hidden away) and how that moment was almost instantly forgotten by frodo (acorn scene anyone? boromir? shadows like that do seem to pass in and out of people very quickly in middle earth)

and like honestly him being like ‘well fuck finishing my book I guess, because that’s quite enough of that, you aren’t touching my nephew any more you absolute heathen’ makes sense because he is a caring character but can be very crotchety about it so OF COURSE he would immediately be like ‘I’m sorry this has happened to you’ and then immediately turn around and be like ‘don’t even worry your head about this further I’ll take care of it, this is not your job anymore so let’s talk about better things, now tell me what’s been happening in The Shire??

anyhow, that’s my two cents. what a horrible thing to see twice, poor bilbo.

#lotr #bagginshield #frodo baggins #the fellowship of the ring #and I’m fond of the head anon that Frodo’s likeness to thorin #was one of the more selfish reasons bilbo took him in #or felt he had to #a small reason but a reason nonetheless #with his blue eyes and dark curls #so that just makes this extra sad #also I’m just saying if a relative came at me that way I would not forget it #like twenty seconds later #sorry I’m rambling a little I’m very tired but am having Thoughts

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lathalea · 2 years

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Dear King Thorin,

I humbly write you this letter for ask you important questions about yourself, because I need to know better our King under the Mountain!

So I ask you 📜26 and 📜43!

Your faithful devotee,

-Estethell

👑 Welcome to Thorin’s Royal Ask Box! 👑

Dear Lady Estethell,

Thank you for your letter, I will be happy to respond to your questions hoping that my reply will be satisfactory. I am a tad distracted today due to the fact that the stonemasons are rebuilding the royal wing. It has been partially destroyed after Smaug’s attack and now extensive restoration work needs to be performed. As you can imagine, the noise is quite disturbing, but I shall try to be as coherent as I can although it feels as if there were mountain giants battling in my head at this very moment.

You asked me whether people often recognize me during my travels. Luckily for me, that does not happen too often, at least not among Men and Hobbits (and I do not happen to visit the Elves often enough). If it is not an official state visit, I usually travel anonymously, my garb is modest and there are no regalia to draw everyone’s attention. I am aware that we Dwarves often look alike to other races, to people of Men especially. A Longbeard Dwarf would recognize me at once if they took a look at my braids and braid cuffs – or at the length of my beard (I have only recently let it grow out after our homeland was reclaimed). Some of the Dwarves from other clans who had seen me before would know who I am as well. When it comes to Men, however, I seem to them as yet another Dwarf on the road, probably a merchant or a sellsword. The latter happens often when I happen to travel with Dwalin. I must admit that it is quite refreshing – being treated as a commoner, sometimes even with prejudice and distrust, and not as a ruler, makes one humble. Hobbits, on the other hand, especially the ones beyond Shire, are usually refreshingly unaware of my identity and very hospitable, no matter whether one is a king or a pauper. Next year, if my duties allow, I am planning to visit my friend Bilbo on my way to the Blue Mountains. Bag End is the place where I will most certainly be recognized and invited for a hearty meal.

Now, you ask whether I would make a good husband. To be honest, I do not think so. Balin, my diplomatic advisor, has already received several marriage offers as a part of political treaties, but I do not plan to wed some poor Dwarf-maid before acquainting myself with her. I never planned to marry since my duties take most of my time. I can not imagine a wife who would be patient and understanding enough to thrive in such a marriage when she sees her husband just for a few moments every day. And I do not plan to bore you with a rather lengthy list of my flaws. Allow me to say that my temper, my stubbornness, and my judgmental nature do not make me a “good husband material”, as my sister Dis calls it.

You know very well, I am sure, how important marriage is to Dwarves. Since reclaiming the Lonely Mountain, I also understand how important it is to repopulate our kingdom, if you forgive me mentioning this issue in such a crude way. There are not many Dwarven children being born recently and I understand that I will have to set an example and marry at some point – not only due to political reasons but also to strengthen the line of Durin, if Mahal allows it. Before I do that, however, I would like to ensure that the lady who thinks of choosing me as her husband, knows me well enough before we find ourselves in front of the marriage anvil. If we find each other agreeable and if she decides to marry me despite my flaws, I can hope for a successful marriage of convenience. You will probably ask whether I hope to marry for love. I am almost 200 years old and I have not found my Other Half yet, so the chances of meeting them now are quite slim. Not to worry, I do not despair. Not every Dwarf meets their love in their lifetime, we have our Crafts and duties to focus on instead. Although at this very moment I would prefer to jump on my pony and ride into the wilderness in full gallop rather than focusing on my royal duties while listening to this incessant banging of hammers that happens one chamber away from mine.

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

📜 Thorin’s Ask Box question list

#thorin's ask box #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #richard armitage #tolkien #king under the mountain #erebor #headcanon

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she-who-fights-and-writes · 4 years

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How would one write a realistic argument?

How to Write a Realistic Argument

Everyone argues.

Whether it be with a friend, sibling, parent, or coworker—arguments usually break out whenever there’s a stark contrast in opinion over certain things, which can happen a lot.

There are a variety of different kinds of arguments involving a wide range of people with different tempers. Because of this, writing arguments can be a bit difficult, but fear not, for this post is here to help!

1. Know The Writing Style of an Argument

For a very serious argument, the characters probably won’t stop and listen to what their opponent has to say.

It’s quick, choppy, and broken—each character shoving their emotions at one another and trying to get their point across without bothering to understand the other side’s opinions.

There should be a lot of em-dashes and italicized words for emphasis, and if it’s between two people, you want as few speech tags as possible; because there’s going to be a lot of back and forth, speech tags can serve to trip up the flow of the argument rather than help them.

When you do want speech tags or if there are multiple people arguing at once here’s some examples you can use:

Roared

Screamed

Yelled

Bellowed

Barked

Hissed

Shouted

Accused

Interrupted

Growled

Snarled

Spat

Screeched

Shrilled

But you also must know that your characters won’t just be standing stock still and yelling at one another; they’re going to be moving around, so here are some things you can describe your character doing during an argument

Expression contorting

Eyes narrowing

Speaking through clenched teeth

Baring their teeth

Lips twisting (into a sneer/into a snarl)

Hands balling into fists

Trembling

Breaking things/knocking stuff over

Pointing accusingly

Shoving

Spittle flying from their mouth

Stamping their feet

Face getting hot

Vein in forehead popping

Blood roaring in their ears/heart pounding

And if you want, to build tension you can put it in a dangerous place, like at the edge of a cliff or something—so you know fully well that if one of them goes too far it may end up with the other’s accidental death.

2.Know Your Characters

The most important factors of your argument are the characters participating in it.

You should have your characters’ tempers established beforehand so you know if they’re going to be hanging back while others argue or if they’re going to be throwing hands every other chapter.

Your characters’ tempers will shape how much tension the argument causes.

An argument with someone who is usually chill and slow to anger will be a whole lot more impactful and important than an argument with someone who is a known hothead, but it wouldn’t make sense if the argument happened over something minor.

Here’s a list of some of the tempers your character can have, ranked from lowest to highest on how much tension an argument with them causes

(Just so you know, these aren’t rigid categories; most people are usually a mix of everything!):

–Hotheaded Character–

Fights with a hothead hold the least tension.

Hotheads will fight over anything and everything, their quick fuse making them easy to irritate and anger. Their words can hurt people who aren’t used to it, but usually bounce off of close friends who are used to it and know that the hothead usually doesn’t mean it.

Arguments with hotheads have a high chance of turning physical, because their rage explodes in bursts rather than a slow buildup (the definition of going from zero to one hundred), and in any situation, hotheads are usually the ones to throw the first punch.

Because a hothead could get riled up about a spilled drink just as quickly as they can get riled up about a friend dying, just having a hothead getting angry during a moment of severe tension won’t bring you the umph that you’re looking for.

However, your hotheaded character can serve as an instrumental character in triggering more serious arguments, one of their mindless snide remarks going too far with a level-headed or shy character.

Examples of hotheaded characters:

Stanley Kowalski, A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams

Lt. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, Top Gun (1986)

Anger, Inside Out (2015)

–Aloof Character–

These characters are a lot like hotheads, but the many, many fights that they pick don’t involve them getting raging, screaming mad.

They’re cold, calculating, and cutthroat, and they couldn’t care less about what you think of them.

Their anger is a lot less “loose cannon” than the hotheads’. They say what they mean and mean what they say, and it’ll take a long time to recover from the tongue-lashings these people can dish out.

The greater tension, however, comes from when the aloof characters raise their voices and start shouting—their schooled, uncaring façade fades away and they’re left truly and undeniably angered by whatever tipped the scales.

It’s not too tension-building because these characters were just bastards to begin with, but it’s still unnerving and shocking to see a normally collected character lose their cool.

Examples of aloof characters:

Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Prince Cardan, The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

Alex Stern, The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Sherlock Holmes, Most Media Types

Tony Stark, The Avengers

–Nonchalant Character–

These people usually don’t engage in meaningful arguments because they literally don’t care enough to bother.

When another character tries to pick a fight, a character who is more nonchalant will sometimes roll their eyes at whatever accusation is being leveled at them rather than retorting. This can go either way, perhaps escalating the tension or diffusing it by not offering up a reply.

Kind of like with the aloof character, they don’t have any emotional attachment arguments that they start or are dragged into. They’ll argue for the sake of arguing, but they really don’t give a fuck about it.

The part that draws the tension, however, is when the characters do give a fuck. A fight they get into turns heated, and a character’s normal devil-may-care attitude may morph into something else altogether.

Most nonchalant characters also may exhibit some hotheaded tendencies, which shows how muddles these archetypes can be.

Examples of Nonchalant Characters:

Han Solo, The Star Wars Saga

Deadpool, Deadpool (2016)

Angel Dust, The Hazbin Hotel

–Level-headed/Stoic Character–

These characters are the cool cucumbers of the group. They’re very, very, VERY slow to anger, and usually exhibit more maturity than their peers, almost never starting arguments.

They’re the masters of diffusing arguments with a few words, and hardly ever raise their voices.

Sure, they may serve as backup to someone else and may jump to their aid with a bit of heat behind their words, but this hardly happens when the argument is their own.

Many hotheaded or aloof characters may try teasing or pushing these characters in order to act out, but it rarely works.

On the few instances that a level-headed character is angered, it is pretty serious.

Either one of the other characters poked fun at something they shouldn’t’ve—their dead parents, something they’re self-conscious about, etc.—or a member of the group makes a terrible mistake with dire consequences, and the stoic character has had enough.

This causes a lot of tension because “oh shit, the calmest person in our group just went off” and can usually signal a breakdown of the group because their strongest link is snapping.

Examples of Stoic Characters:

Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher

The Mandalorian, The Mandalorian

Spock, Star Trek

The Doctor, Doctor Who

Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird

–Timid/Shy/Quiet Character–

An argument with a timid person causes by far the most tension out of everything, to the point where I call it “The Snap.”

Someone who is timid, shy, or quiet would rather not argue at all because they don’t have it in them to retort.

They may care a whole lot about the situation under contention, but for one reason or another they don’t want to start too much trouble. These people actively avoid conflict and usually try their best to diffuse situations before they start, whether it be by conceding, walking away, or pulling the nonchalant route and not saying anything.

However, unlike the stoic characters, they might be much more emotional; it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for a timid character to cry when being berated by the others, and they may even be outwardly livid, but they always back down in the end.

However, they can only hold it in for so long.

If you have a character who spends the entire book meekly accepting the verbal (or perhaps physical) harassment of other characters, you should most definitely put a “Snap” somewhere in the story, a point where the character has had enough and fights back.

The timid character’s pent-up rage and sorrow explodes into a raging argument that will most definitely frighten the other characters.

The tipping point may be the death of the loved one or just a simple, ordinary jab from an antagonist—the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Unlike with the hothead’s quick bursts of anger like snap fireworks, the anger of a quiet character—much like with a stoic character—is like ten thousand pounds of dynamite with a very, very long fuse.

A quiet character will almost never have a contained argument once they’ve snapped; it will be like a category five hurricane, and God help the poor bastard that set it off.

Examples of timid/shy/quiet characters:

Carrie White, Carrie by Stephen King

Amélie Poulain, Amélie (2001)

Bilbo Baggins, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkein

3. Know The Rhythm of An Argument

An argument isn’t just 0 to 100 and then back to 0.

The tension levels look more like a squiggly line than a single spike; the tension peaks and ebbs on various levels throughout an argument, especially if it’s a long, important one where both characters are snapping over a novel’s worth of building tension.

The argument can come in like a freight train or it can build up slowly, a character storming in after a realization or a single snide remark that snowballs into something much greater.

Then comes an accusation. Both characters brace themselves and realize that this argument isn’t just going to putter out.

More back and forth words exchanged. “I don’t like that you do this, this and this,” while the characters’ tempers flare even further, pushing them to say more extreme, hurtful things and working each other up into a rage.

A physical fight may break out between the two, throwing punches and insults.

The climax should be a huge, shocking exclamation or accusation. “I hate you!” “If you were never born, Mom would still be alive!” “This is all your fault!”

The tension ebbs. The characters stand in silence, bitter and ashamed of themselves.

They may agree on a few things, their tempers start to die down. They may come to some understandings or storm off with the tension unresolved. The argument ends.

This is the basic format of an argument; however, there are usually several levels of accusation-buildup before the eventual climax.

The whole point of an argument is that it leaves the characters’ relationships much different than they’d been before; they either understand each other much more, or they’ve become much more wary of one another.

If your characters’ relationship doesn’t change after an argument, then there was no point in writing it.

I really hope this helped! Happy Writing!

#writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing help #writers #writing an argument #writer #help with writing #help for writers

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Fond Of This Dwarf - Thorin Oakenshield

Requested By: @heyitsgarnet

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

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

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

Words: 2,331

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I spy-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he spotted you.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AAYYYYOOOO IS THIS AN UPLOAD??!

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

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

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

Anywho, I hope you enjoy reading this

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

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idjitlili · 3 years

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Shrimp Dick Azog.

Kili x reader, requested by anon.

Summary: Kili convinces you to to join him on hiding from his royal duties as a prince.

Word count: 2899

Warnings: Language , sorry watched Moulin rouge.

So, you hadn't actually grown up with Kili and Fili, more like bloody thrown from the sky a year ago, into their world. Not their world, middle earth. Was not the best thing you wanted, you had just been walking down the stairs with a lightsaber,why a lightsaber? You knew the answer, whether it was yours or someone else's, you knew.

Oh, the dwarves did not like that at all. Surrounding you in a circle a circle , most under average height men, one tall old man and a cute curly haired toddler. Activating the lightsaber, glowing blue, humming as you held it, several confused faces around you.

"Witch!" The men definitely did not know of the modern world, you thought you had landed right into 17th century.

"I do not know what your game is, kidnapping me , but I will use this, stay back!" Feeling like Wendy from the shining, swinging the lightsaber.

Swoosh.

Woosh

Pssshhew

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVVVVVVv

vvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvWWWVV.

Yeah wasn't long after that you were a part of the company, you had a higher purpose according to Gandalf, so be it. Okay, it would've been horrifying if you had accidentally hit one of the dwarves when you first met them, not long would they have killed you. Why? Because some how it had became real getting into this world.

Basically you were a padawan and a Jedi master at the same time, highly dangerous with no experience. Was this necessary for the Gods to do this? No it was not, however , Lili just misses Obi-wan, okay?

Being very young, not a minor, but young in the eyes of the dwarves being between the ages 60 and 300. You had been befriended by Fili and Kili quickly;even if you were shy and made friends difficultly. They welcomed you and made you feel comfortable, oh don't get me started on little Ori. He knitted you a blanket within an hour of your arrival, he wasn't just the youngest , he was the sweetest.

Kili right off the back he was a teasing, you weren't sure if he just wanted to get a hold of the lightsaber. Of course you couldn't just be Fili or Kili's friend you had to be both, they were not just brothers, they were best friends.

You did end up being best friends with both, Kili on a slightly higher level.

At the battle of the five armies, no one stood a chance, the orcs struggled to defend themselves from the lightsaber. Though, you should've let Thorin killed Azog he would not have made it. So, you had simply cut Azogs shrimp dick off and then sliced him in half.

Thus, the battle was won, saving the line of Durin was your greater purpose.

Though, once Azog was defeated Fili and Kili had run into the ice ,unharmed mostly , towards you and their uncle. Kili had slipped pretty fast, smacking his face right into the solid ice, you were surprised he didn't break his nose. Fili went to stop but his younger brother was already back on his feet grinning larger than ever running again.

Your lightsaber still on, humming in the background, stuck out to the side. Thorin heavily breathed, his arms crossed like he was not exhausted , thankful his nephews were safe.

"Oh, OH, who did that?" Kili and Fili smiling up to their uncle and you briefly before Kili had noticed the tiny dick on the floor. Maybe Kili had trouble distinguishing what the small thing was, Fili and Thorin joining in to look. Thorin's face snapping back to yours with disgust ,sighing.

"Y/n, you cut Azogs cock off?" Jabbing Kili in his ribs, at his language , Fili had let out a snort of laughter, patting you on the back.

"I'm sorry, who killed him? Me? So,"

Kili hadn't hesitated picking up the small dick, with two fingers, holding it up to you, too close, stepping back, he had stepped forward.

"Stay back, stay back, I'll kill you with the lightsaber or I will run away with Legolas I always wanted to taste a princess's puss- STAY BACK."

The rest of the company not long after had made it to the four of you, and the shrivelled dick was taken and put on to a cocktail stick . Placed in a glass box on display to present their power towards the Orcs. You were not sure really why they thought that would be a good idea.

Imagine bomber comes in and mistakes it for cocktail sausage.

Erebor was reclaimed, you Bilbo welcome to stay for your contribution to the quest, not just because you saved their stupid arses. Anyone could have seen that was a trapped. Bilbo had went home not long after, promising he would come back, he just really wanted to check on his hole. You having nowhere else to go you stayed.

Though it was a good idea to start, as Erebor filled up the less time you spent with the brothers. The royal duties pulled them away constantly. It was not like you exactly fitted in, you were human, you didn't have a beard to your hips, you were a 'warrior' now but that was because you a had a fucking lightsaber.

Most days you'd be in your chambers with a book, good from the kitchen, or taking your little money from the quest to the now rebuilt markets of dale. It was hard to make friends, so, you were alone. Sometimes you'd visit Bofur in his toy shop or Ori in the library.Frankly , you went to Ori often, he gave the best book suggestions.

You rarely saw Fili or Kili anymore unless they were rushing by you in the halls in a hurry , not even glancing at you.

A whole month of being alone had went by, on that night you began to pack. You figured to go visit Bilbo before heading Gondor, it had been without an heir for years, with Ecthelion II as the steward. Minas Tirith was the city of man, you had no where else to go. Unless you lived in Mirkwood as a witch.

With your bag packed, you left your chambers, during the night, early morning, so that you would not be questioned. Your shoes tapping against the stone , leading yourself out of Erebor quickly.

At the top of a set of stairs is when you head it, the pounding against the stone someone was running. Rushing down the stairs , at an increasing speed, trying not to trip. "Y/n?"

Your face. Your race. The way you talk, I kiss you are beautiful. You knew that voice, the voice of a flirt now panic, as you ran towards the entrance of Erebor.

"Y/n, wait!" But you didn't you continued running as fast as you could, ignoring Kili's pleads that echoed through the empty halls. Well, until you tripped landing flat on your face, against the cold stone, just as Kili had.

"Y/n!" Rushing towards you still, he had knelt by you, flipping you on your back, your eyes shut and motionless. "Please , don't be dead." His voice soft, letting out a load dramatic sob, you were not sure if it was real, his hands on your cheeks squishing them. Pushing his hands off you forcefully, sitting up to look at him. The moon light brightening his face from the sark halls, only a few candles were lit.

"I'm not dead; just wanted you to go away." His shoulders sank , as did the smile he gave you, his chestnut eyes dulled looking over your form and your bag.

"Where are you going...y/n?"

There was no point lying, you were clearly going somewhere, no I'm not going anywhere bullshit.

"Gondor."

"Gondor? Gondor?! Why would you go there? What do you have there?" He was not happy, you both just sitting on the cold floor, staring at your feet as Kili stared you down.

"What do I have here? I've done what I was meant to." Kili had scoffed in annoyance his face scrunching up as you stood from the floor.

"You cannot be serious. Y/n/n, please, I was coming to see you before I saw you in the hall. Don't leave."

"Well, that's lovely."

"Y/n, please don't leave me, please..." The voice soft, cracking into a higher pitch, your feet halted in place.

"Walk me back to my room."

With that, Kili did a bright smile on his lips, grabbing your bag, and your hand. As he skipped to your room, pressing a large kiss to your cheek.

"See you in the morning, love!"

You were alone again, sleeping in your bed with all the furs over you, you fell into slumber. What only felt like minutes had been hours , waking up from your door being slammed open. You forgot to lock it... Jumping out of sleep to see who was there, your hair stuck to your face , your eyes sagging.

Closing the door, there stood Kili smiling at you panting, his hair wind swept, leaning against your door. You had let out a groans falling back onto your pillow, your eyes slamming shut. For a moment there was no sound no nothing, but you knew you would not be able to go back to sleep. Especially when Kili had jumped onto your bed, specifically onto the pillow next to yours.

Turning your head to the side, there laid Kili his head held up by his hand with his arm in a triangle. Yeah on his side, that pose, grinning at you.

"Good morning." Half tempted to grab your pillow and cover his face with it you had let out a moan again, flipping to face the other way. The bed got lighter, Kili had left no he had not, he was going to do something you wouldn't like. Seconds later, the squeaking of draws being opened , hit you, you were not getting more sleep.

Your eyes now wide, after rubbing the sleep from them, sitting up against your pillow- You could clearly see Kili going through your draws picking items of clothing out. Wait, what was he wearing? He had a long brunette wig on. Hold on he was not picking out one outfit, but two. Did he think you were the same size?

"I'll buy you more." Like he knew what you were thinking, he turned and threw some clothing at you. "Hurry up, I need you to help me." His tone serious, not harsh nor loud just differently his flirtatious usual tone. There was no point arguing, the stubbornness of dwarves.

Going behind the divider after peeing you had gotten dressed quickly. "Take your tunic , and pants off, put on the undergarments for when I'm done." Standing still for a moment Kili watched your shadow, opening his mouth to disagree but quickly closing it. He wondered about how you did not even question what was going on.

After it was clear for you to come out, Kili had thought you would laugh, but instead you loosened corset lifting it over his head and over the shift. "Do you want it tight?" Your casual tone, caused Kili to become distracted, your hands gripping the strings waiting.

"I'm sorry, did you say t-tight?" Kili looked at you in the body sized mirror his cheeks pinched pink noticing you holding the corset strings. "Oh, just believable not too tight." Kili's mind was somewhere else. Letting out a dramatic cough at the slightest pull you had decided that was enough, he'd moan for the rest of the day. You hadn't been used to these dresses either , you rarely wore them, only since you had been in Erebor. That was only for special events, today must be one of them.

The petticoat already on him, helping him into the hoop. Keeping his own shoes, you had pulled the final dress layer on him, helping him with his wig no gloves his hands were too big. Okay he had thick arse, muscular chest so he looked like dam. Kili stood before you, dressed in your clothes, he had only stubble , passing as a Darrow dam would not be hard.

"Truly beautiful, Kee." As he spun around in front of the mirror before stopping in front of you, grinning widely. "You think?" Nodding at him, he spun again. "As do you ,my lady." You had scoffed, as you brushed your hair.

"Why did you need me do this?" Dramatically he had turned back to you with his mouth open. "You of course, how else am I supposed to get out of my duties, if everyone can recognise me?" That was very clever for Kili anyways, had he been thinking about this for a while?

“Well, what are you going to do today, Miss?”

“We are going to flirt with old men.”

“What?”

“Come on, we have some mischief to cause.”

That’s how you ended up at a ball, which Thorin was fuming because he could not find his nephew, Fili had told Dis that Kili had went to Dale for Bofur. She did not believe it. A ball without a Prince? Disgraceful.

Whereas he was there, with you. Pretending to be well behaved woman as you ate food and drank. Music playing in the background...wait was that Jareth singing? Yes it was, sorry about that, oh and Freddie Mercury? What? I’m sorry Kenobi too?

Men approaching the both of you, Kili laughing along with their jokes, and slapping them ‘gently’ on their shoulders, one had dropped their glass, rubbing their shoulders when walking away.

It was very embarrassing when both of you were facing the food table when you had been tapped on the shoulder. “Can I have a dance, my lady?” Both of you turning around, at the same time, Fili’s eyes widened when seeing it was you.

“Oh, Y/n, you look absolutely lovely, and who is your friend?” His eyes meeting Kili as he sipped his drink, spitting his drink all over Kili. His eyes travelling up and down his brother in shock and disbelief.

“Kili?!”

“Shh! I am Keanu, of the blue mountains.” Fili had looked back at you covering your face from trying not to cry with laughter, his face reddened snorting out a laugh too.

“This was his idea wasn’t it?” Nodding at the Prince he had bust out with laughter, lifting your hand to his lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles before travelling away, towards Dwalin...

“Would you like to dance, y/n?” It was not strange for woman to dance together, nodding, he had grabbed your hand as the song changed, leading you to the floor. Heroes tune playing , anything is possible.

‘And you, you can be mean.’

‘And I, I’ll drink all the time.’

‘Cause we’re lovers’

The two of you elbows locked as you swung around together, dancing around , Kili had even lifted you above his head like he was Patrick Swayze. You told him you couldn’t do that back. Eventually ended up become tired really fast, your heads in each other’s shoulders, careful Kili’s wif did not fall off.

Swaying together, your eyes locking as smiling at each other, giddy. Kili’s eyes flickered down to your lips for split second before returning to your eyes, trouble is what comes from that smirk.

“You know what would really cause a scene?” Shaking your head slightly, frightened, well not really.

“If we kissed, right now.” Your heart pounding in your chest, he wasn’t seriously surely? His hand reaching to cup your chin, his chestnut eyes glistening in the yarn light.

“What are you are you asking, Kili?” You weren’t sure if he even heard your whisper over the noise of the ball.

“Y/n/n, darling, can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” His lips were upon yours pressing a long peck against your soft lips, before pulling away from them. The cold air hitting your lips from the loss of warmth. Cheeks pink ad you looked at Kili. “You know, I love you, Y/n.”

“Yes, I lov-“ Though your confession was cut short, as several gasps had alerted Thorin and most of the original company, as well as Dis. Who all saw some of what had just happened, yes lesbian relationships did happen in middle earth just not often. Nor were they so public.

“Y/n!” Thorin called you other, your hand intertwined with Kili’s you pulled him with you, towards Thorin, Dis, Fili , and Dwalin. Thorin’s disproving gaze on both of you, jealous not disproving, he longed for a certain small fellow.

“I am sorry to disrupt your night with your date, but for your safety I must advise you do n-“ “ Kili?!” Dis had interrupted her brother, Dwalin had sighed under his breath. Thorins head had snapped to his sister looking around for Kili with no luck. Until, he had followed her eyes, to next you.

“Kili?!” Smirking at his uncle, oh gosh he looked like he was going to have a stroke, how could he not see it, this was like Clark Kent with no glasses just a wig.

“Sorry, this is Keanu, Kili is in Dale at the moment.”

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omgkatsudonplease · 3 years

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[ficlet, bagginshield] what hobbits do best (bridgerton au)

On the morning of the Great Smials Assembly, the doorbell to Thorin’s rented smial rings a couple times before Balin manages to answer the door. Bilbo Baggins stands on the doorstep, arrayed in a handsome green morning coat over a red waistcoat with golden buttons. In his arms he carries a basket of eggs, seed-cakes, and other sundry ingredients.

“The cakes are my mother’s recipe,” he says almost by way of greeting as Balin and Dwalin take the basket from him, as well as his hat and gloves. His mop of golden curls falls into his topaz eyes, which are sparkling merrily.

Thorin himself has just emerged from the study, wrapped in his robe. He starts to shrug out of it, wanting to look more presentable, but Bilbo shakes his head.

“This is your place; you’re welcome to wear whatever you like in it.”

Thorin chuckles at that, gesturing towards the kitchen doorway. “Shall we?” he asks, and Bilbo happily leads him inside.

Bilbo is an excellent teacher, demonstrating to Thorin how to fry eggs in a cast-iron skillet over the kitchen stove. He even lets Thorin try it himself, hovering by on his stool so he can observe Thorin’s technique. Thorin is more used to wielding practice swords and fountain pens, but the movements of egg-frying are simpler than that. The most difficult part is making sure the egg doesn’t stick to the skillet.

Bilbo also fries up a couple slices of ham and warms the seed-cakes up in the oven, so between the two of them they’re able to create quite a breakfast spread for everyone in the smial. Balin manages to find marmalade and honey in the cupboards, and the four of them sit down for a nice late (or second, in Bilbo’s estimation) breakfast.

Usually, breakfast is when his work as King begins. On most days, Balin would brief Thorin on the news while he eats, or ask him for his responses to the latest ravens from Erebor. Dwalin would clear the plates as they talk, the gentle clink of porcelain in the kitchen sink a smooth backdrop to letter-writing and speech-reading. In between his social obligations, Thorin still has tours of mills and farms, luncheons with the leading Hobbits of the Shire, and events supporting Dwarvish investments in this region of Eriador. The House of Ur, for example, is one of the leading exporters of Shire flax and cotton for their textile mills in the Blue Mountains. Thorin must appear supportive of their ventures, regardless of any past history and rejected suits.

But today, there is none of that. No thoughts of alliances, or politics, or economic investments and trade. Today there is only the simplicity of learning how to fry an egg, and the warmth of Bilbo’s hands at his elbow as he helps him with his technique. Today there is only the taste of egg yolk lingering as he listens to Bilbo spin stories about his numerous cousins, mingled with marmalade and honey as he turns his attention to the seed-cakes on their little porcelain platter.

Breakfast is usually when Thorin ends and the King begins, but today he holds off on the King for just a little while longer, for Bilbo’s sake.

“Thorin,” says Bilbo suddenly, drawing Thorin out of his thoughts. “Balin says you’re quite good at the piano. Is that true?”

“Balin flatters me,” says Thorin sheepishly. “I am passably well at best.”

“His Majesty is too humble,” retorts Balin with a knowing grin. “He has been known to compose music in the past.”

“Oh, colour me intrigued,” declares Bilbo, turning back to Thorin with a honeyed smile tugging at his lips. Thorin can almost physically feel his resolve crumbling inside him like a house of playing cards. “I think I saw a piano in the drawing room on the way here; I’d love to hear one of your pieces, if you don’t mind.”

Thorin chuckles, looking down at his now empty plate. For all intents and purposes, breakfast is swiftly ending, and Bilbo ought to return back to his home to await any potential suitors. He, too, ought to return to his study, to all the correspondences that he usually answers during breakfast and all the duties of being King.

But he doesn’t want Bilbo to leave. He doesn’t want to stop being Thorin just yet.

“As you wish,” he says instead of the right and proper thing to do, and excuses himself from the table. Bilbo follows him into the drawing room, one hand still clutching the mug of tea Dwalin had poured for him.

The piano in the smial here is nothing like the glorious instrument he works with back in Erebor, but its tone is still quite lovely and playful, even if a little brighter than what he’s used to. Thorin warms up with a couple quick scales, before his mind starts to wander back to the painting at the Mathom-house, and his fingers stray along with him.

For a moment, he’s not a King at all. Just a simple Dwarf in his little smial in the Shire, waking up every morning to the glorious roll of dawn across sloping emerald fields. He would have nothing to worry about besides filling his pantry with food and stocking up firewood, spending his days wandering through wildflowers and woody groves until it’s time for supper and bed. The sharpest thing he would own is a paring knife to cut fruit for lunch and whittle amusing little toys, and the most power he would have over other living things is the extent to which he will let weeds grow in his garden.

He would be a simple Dwarf, and if he was joined by a simple Hobbit with honey-gold curls and topaz eyes, well, he would not be complaining.

Thorin slowly returns to the present and removes his hands from the piano keys. The drawing room is silent for a moment, the warm tension flaring between him and Bilbo once more as he turns to see the Hobbit gingerly daubing at his eyes with his handkerchief.

Then Bilbo starts to applaud, rising to his feet. “You have poetry in your fingertips,” breathes the Hobbit, his cheeks flushed bright crimson as he does. Thorin feels his own ears heating in reply, especially when he glances to see Balin and Dwalin lurking by the drawing room doorway, smirking knowingly at him.

When Bilbo is finally seen off to prepare for the Great Smials Assembly tonight, Balin chuckles as he joins Thorin by the front window. In the distance, Bilbo has been largely swallowed by the crowd in Bywater, though Thorin has kept an eye on his golden curls and green coat the entire time.

“I told you so, laddie,” says Balin.

Thorin turns away from the window, his hands clenched so tight the nails dig into his skin. Though his heart has changed, he knows his will must remain resolute.

He shrugs out of the blue robe that he’d been wearing all morning, finally donning his coat.

“My correspondences await,” he says, and strides past Balin back into his study.

#the hobbit #bagginshield #tolkien #lily's dabbles #bridgerton au #king thorin just wants a cottagecore lyfe.mp3 #i like to think he played the main theme from 2005 pride and prejudice

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luna-helps-writing · 3 years

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Hello darling. I was reading your Match-Ups and couldn't resist asking for one myself - if they are still open of course.

Fandoms: Hobbit and Lord of the Rings please

I'm very short, no more than 5ft. I have blue/grey eyes, pale skin with freckles, and very long red hair that goes down to my hips. My personality is shy and reserved - it takes a lot to get me out of my shell and open up so I only have a few close friends.

I'm female and prefer to be shipped with a male please.

I enjoy reading, drawing, and occasionally spending time on my own. I'm not very outspoken, but I'm good at listening. My favorite color is basically any shade of blue.

Please let me know if you need anything else! I can't wait to see what you come up with.

Sorry this took so long. I have been working all day so i haven’t really gotten the time for my requests. Thanks for your ask!

For the Hobbit, I ship you with Bilbo!

• He is taken away by your hair, really. Red hair is rarely found amongst hobbits, certainly in your height. Will 100% try to braid it or do something like half up, half down. Loves to play with it in general. It’s something special.

• He’s a very loveable and gentle person, so he’ll take his time with you really. He knows you’re shy, but he’ll let you pick your own pace. Of course, he’ll sometimes ask you to tell him something, but he can easily take no for an answer.

• There will be evenings spend in front of the hearth, just reading to each other. Maybe Bilbo finished another book and he’ll read it to you, or you’re so in love with a certain story that you’ll recite it to him. Whatever you do, it’s your favorite passing of the day as it’s so incredibly relaxing.

• He’s a busy hobbit and he gets stressed very easily, so he’ll often need someone to rant or talk to. And that someone is usually you. He knows you will actually listen and over him advice, which is a great relief to him. These moments are often closed with amazing cuddles where his worries will, quite literally, just melt away.

For the Lord of the Rings, I ship you with Sam!

• This sweetheart is so incredibly patient, bless his heart. He loves you. He truly, deeply does so he’ll pretend to have all the time in the world to slowly let you talk to him. He himself is very shy around people that he likes, but he comes out of his shell quicker than you do.

• He adores your sketches! He is so fascinated with them, that he’ll hang those to the wall he loves the most. He’s very proud to show them off and tell him it was his S/O that made them. He always has this amazing smile on his face that just makes your heart melt.

• He is a great gardener, so he’ll plant the prettiest, blue flowers for you and offer you bouquets weekly. Unfortunately, he’s great at keeping them healthy, so you have at least five cases filled with blue flowers in your living room. It does have a way of decorating, so you’ve grown to love it.

• Sam doesn’t really have a lot to complain about, but he loves talking to you. It could be about anything really, he’s just happy to be with you. You always make him so happy without even realizing it perhaps. He can’t get enough of your voice nor your laugh, so once you’re talking, he’ll try to keep you talking for hours.

There you go! I hope you liked it! Stay safe during these times❤️

#self insert quotes #requests #my asks #send asks #match up #bilbo baggins x reader #samwise gamgee x reader

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kibleedibleedoo · 3 years

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The oneshot I lovingly call “Fuck you Thranduil”

Just a little oneshot that has been floating around my head for a few weeks. Its set after BOTFA where everyone lives / nobody dies (YAY) during the negotiations regarding reparations.

Warnings - if you couldnt tell from the title it contains a few swear words, mentions of assault/abuse of power, mention of bloody death

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"Well, if you do not agree to our terms then the Arkenstone will remain in our possession."

"Listen here you pointy eared bastard! " Thorin raised a hand to silence his cousin, then brought it to his furrowed brow. The meeting continued to go around in circles, as it had the past few days, no side willing to budge on their demands and no concessions being made.

"I think it time we all took a break." Bard, ever the peacemaker, huffed. He was already out of his chair and pouring himself another drink. Dain was all worked up and angling for a fight, which with guards and armies assembled would undoubtedly lead to another war leaving countless more dead.

"Amrâlimê, you have barely spoken work since talks began." Thorin turn to you stood next to his chair and kiss your hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to overstep the mark"

"I think we are well past that given the bickering that is occurring. If you would like I can have Dwalin go to back to the mountain, at least then one of us can have a reprieve." he chuckled through a pain smile. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"No, it's okay." you smiled back. A flash of relief washed over Thorin's face. "Plus, I think I have an idea, but it is going to be umm well a bit insane, possibly a little dangerous, and it might make things a whole lot worse. Do you trust me?" you whispered into his ear.

" Do I trust your judgement? Undoubtably! Your ability to keep yourself safe? Well, that is why we have a small army of guards overseeing the negotiations. If you think it will work, go at least put an end to this, then you have my blessing" Thorin whispered back.

"Excellent!" your hand reached up and caressed his face. As he turned his lips met yours. " if you'll excuse me, I just need to fetch something" you kissed him quickly then left.

"As I have said before, operations you are requesting at out of the question!" Thorin growled cutting Thranduil off.

"Do you mind if I cut in?" you asked before Bard or Thranduil could begin again. Thorin smirked and ushered you forward. "My lords, I think it is important we address your request individually as our current approach is getting as nowhere. Lord Bard I hope you do not mind, but I will be addressing the elven king first.

"Very well" Bard seemed a bit taken aback for a moment that consented regardless.

"For my benefit could you please reiterate your demands Lord Thranduil?"

"The necklace made of jewels of Starlight, pay for my soldiers, and compensation for those lost defending the Mountain!" Thranduil snarled.

"and in exchange you will relinquish your claim on the Arkenstone?" Thranduil tilts his head in your direction, his smug way of agreeing. " brilliant!" you now turned your attention back to Thorin. " as part of my employment contract I am entitled to one fifthteenth of the treasure in Erebor, correct?

"Yes?" everyone was now looking in your direction, confusion plastered across their faces.

"Then I would like to claim this as part of my share" you gesture towards a very distinctive elvish box. " it was after all an item of treasure from within the mountain." Thorin leaned back in his chair, eager to see where you are going with this, while Thranduil’s expression flashes from shock to distain. Your attention now returns to the elven King. "It seems I am now the owner of this beautiful, jewelled necklace that you so desire and unfortunately for you I do not desire the Arkenstone nearly half as much as the dwarfs you were previously dealing with." Thranduil clenched his jaw, trying to keep his composure. He knew he had just lost the upper hand. You knew the calmer you acted the more frustrated Thranduil would become. Afterall, the last time you had engaged the elven king have almost slit your throat trying to get information about the quest from Thorin and yourself. Now you all that scar with pride but still you held a grudge and would do anything to see that entitled elf brought down a peg or two. " Now from where I am standing, I do not see why you are entitled to anything you're requesting. See it was you who assembled your army against us. You were only caught up in the war because you marched on the mountain for selfish reasons!

"THOSE JEWELS BELONG TO THE ELVES!" Thranduil rose to his full height, likely as a means to intimidate you. However, though he was nearly twice, your size your rage was far greater. You would stand atop the table if you must, to show that Thranduil did not have the upper hand.

"Those jewels belong to me! Regardless of who they belong to in the past after the dragon attacked, anything in that mountain belong to those brave enough to try and reclaim Erebor and since I am counted among those few these jewels on mine." a smirk crossed your face knowing that Thranduil was struggling to keep dignified. " now the deal on the table is these jewels for the Arkenstone."

"I cannot conduct such a trade. My men -----------” before he could even finish his sentence you cut Thranduil off.

"That is a pity. Oh well, I am sure this necklace will look lovely when I wear it to my wedding” you took the Jewels out of their box and drape them over your neck. " my love do you mind?" Wordlessly Thorin stood, brushed your hair to the side, fasten the necklace and placed a kiss with a gems of Starlight grazed your collarbone then sat back down. It seems he was enjoying how flustered Thranduil was becoming, and he did have to admit he did find it rather attractive when you took charge. “Thank you.” You once again switched your attention to another. “My Lord Dain, what do you think?”

“You look divine my lady.” This earned Dain a quick judging glance from Thorin, you were his one after all.

“Hmmmm I don't know, it doesn't sit quite right with my scar. “Your hand traced across the stones, feeling their position on your neck as you turned back to the elven king. “No, I think it would be better if we broke it apart for different jewellery. “

“YOU WILL NOT!” It seems that had caused Thranduil to finally snap. the tip of his sword was now firmly pressed against your throat. all had jumped into position. Dwarves, elves, and men all ready with swords drawn. worry exuded from Thorin however he trusted your calmness and held Dain back.

“Go ahead. Spill my blood all over your wife’s necklace. Did she die wearing it?” A single drop of blood landed on one of the sparkling stones. “Did her blood tarnish the jewels as mine now seems to?” You wiped the warm, sticky blood from the gems and tapped Thranduil’s sword to the side, which he lowered in shock. “Oh, did you not expect me to know the history and why you covet this piece of jewellery so much?“ No words were uttered, the entire tent was silent even Thranduil was speechless. “Now I repeat again, the Arkenstone for the necklace. Or I break it up piece by piece it's that simple.” You gave the elven king a sweet smile, but he said nothing “No? Okay. Thorin my dear, do you reckon it is possible to get one of these gems out with just a knife? or will I need a hammer? I want to do it personally you see.” You had already unclasped the necklace and held it firmly in your grasp.

“A knife should work on some of the smaller stones, aye” Concern had not left Thorin. At any point this could turn deadly. You are pressing buttons that even an orc dare not press. Still, he knew interrupting now would only lead to disaster.

“Great thank you.” You reached down to your boot and took a small knife from within, then placed the necklace on the table ready to take a stab at disassembling it.

“Wait!” Thranduil shouted drawing everyone's attention from you. “You have a deal!” He almost sounded defeated. Almost.

“I will give you this necklace and in exchange you and your army will leave this land. Agreed?”

“. . . . Agreed.“ Thranduil responded flatly.

“and the Arkenstone will be returned?”

“. . . . yes.” Bard and Thranduil exchanged a look but agreed nonetheless.

“Don't worry Bard, I still acknowledge your claim on the Arkenstone as well.” He gave you a slow nod of acknowledgement. “Then it's a deal!” Thranduil watched as you gently placed the necklace back into its box, then held out your hand to shake on the deal. Apparently, that was not how deals were usually ended in Middle Earth.

“Come, we should leave these accursed lands!” Thranduil took the box from the table and quickly turned on his heels, not even acknowledging the other Kings at the table.

“Oh! Thranduil” you called after the elven King. As he turned, you flung a single gold coin at him. “I'm feeling generous. Here, consider this a donation towards your troops.” He scowled and swiftly left, causing Dain to burst into bouts of uncontrolled laughter.

“Up yours! You gangly bugger!” Dane managed to pant out through laughter. Thorin looked at you full of love, pride, and bemusement. You moved across the room and sat on the table across from Bard. He looked vaguely terrified but concealed it well.

“Back in Laketown Thorin gave his word that the wealth of the mountain would be shared. Bilbo and I vouched for him.” Bard nodded, not entirely sure where you were going. Your calmness unnerving for all now. “If he does not keep his word it would reflect poorly on me. Now I cannot have that. You will receive enough gold to rebuild Dale and Laketown.” You quickly glanced at Thorin to ensure he wasn't already scowling. “Your people will be looked after through the winter and they will receive compensation for the dragon attack and the battle. Is this acceptable?”

“That is very generous my lady.” Thorin and Bard locked eyes. Thorin’s usual scowl had returned causing Bard to shift his attention back to you. You briefly returned Thorin’s scowl, letting him know this was happening whether he liked it or not.

“If the King doesn't keep up with payments please inform me. I will ensure everything is taken care of. I took the Liberty of bringing a chest so that you need not leave here empty handed.“ Bard gave you a quick bow and took the chest from one of the dwarven guards, leaving the Arkenstone behind on the table. Turning back to Thorin and Dain you could see they weren't nearly as happy as when Thranduil left.

“That was far more than I was willing to give, amrâlimê”

“When you failed to provide adequate compensation, you called my honour into question Thorin. Thorin looked slightly ashamed at your remark. “At least I earned you back the Arkenstone my love.” Since you weren't in a caring mood you took the opportunity to sit on your Kings lap.

“You were very impressive ghivâshelûh” Thorin tilted your chin up to inspect the wound on your neck. It was only minor. and required no further attention.

“Remind me not to get on the wrong side of the future Queen” Dain chuckled.

“You might have to remind me the same cousin.” Thorin smiled giving you a kiss.

Translations

Amrâlimê – my love

Ghivâshelûh – my treasure of all treasures

#Kilby writes #the hobbit #thorin #readerxthorin #Thorin Oakenshield #king thorin #post botfa #fem reader #dain ironfoot #FUCK Thranduil #but like don't fuck Thranduil #thranduil #bard the bowman

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lord-westley · 3 years

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Hi, I’d like a LOTR matchup! I’m a 5’4” straight? girl with shoulder length dark hair and big glasses. I dress pretty cottagecore/dark academia and love brown and green. I’m a dreamer, and also a huge nerd (especially for fantasy and history). Sometimes I lack a little bit in common sense (I swear I try) despite my encyclopedia of a brain. I have a love for plants, and for the arts— I draw, I paint, and I play the guitar and the piano.

I’m a little shy at first, but very talkative to the people I’m close to. I try my best to be warm and kind, and I feel things pretty strongly. I do tend to get a little anxious at times, though. My dream is to travel the world and get the full human experience! I want to see everything that there is to see. And as a side note, I really love physical touch. If someone I cared about hugged me I would probably cry. I hope this isn’t too much of an info dump! Thank you!

I gotta be honest, when I first read this I lowkey thought I blacked out and sent myself an ask 👀. I hope you enjoy your match-up and no worries!! I absolutely love info dumps. Sorry this took a bit to complete, brain go hurr. I did leave out a few things as the matchup was getting a bit long hope you don’t mind!

I match you up with Frodo Baggins!

This lovely hobbit was raised by the Bilbo Baggins meaning he grew up listening to stories about the quest and company. About how Bilbo helped take back Erebor, and met the Lord of Rivendell. So I full heartedly believe that he is quite the nerd about history and fantastical books. (Like come on, the first scene we saw of him, he was reading a rather thick book 😌✊🏼)

With that said, you two can often be found outdoors sitting under the canopy of a tree reading your respective books. Occasionally breaking the silence to talk about an exciting scene or go on a tangent about a specific character.

Frodo loves how you tend be more shy around others, yet behind closed doors you’re talkative and affectionate with close friends. He always feels so cozy and warm inside when he spends time with you. It’s almost like you radiate this aura of kindness and love.

Frodo completely understands that you get anxious at times and will never downplay it. He’ll do everything he can to help calm your nerves. Whether it’s by hugging you close and whispering sweet words, or holding your hand if you’re in public. But if you prefer having space during these moments, he will make you a cup of tea and read out-loud to distract you until you’re ready.

If this is after WOTR, please do the same for your sweet angel Frodo. After carrying the burden of the one ring for so long, he needs all the love and reassurance he can get.

Hobbits LOVE plants and gardening, so Frodo would absolutely indulge you on your love for plants. Every week he’ll gift you a new plant for your garden or to display in your house!

When Frodo found out that you can play both guitar and piano, he was so so proud and amazed. Anytime you play a piece he has literal stars in his eyes. His heart always feels so full and beats roughly in his chest. And at first, he wasn’t sure what that feeling was. It wasn’t until you composed a song specifically for him did he realize, that the feeling was love.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #match up requests #match ups #Frodo x reader #Frodo Baggins #the hobbit #hobbit x reader #Westleys Writing

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Birthday

Thorin x Reader

Request: It’s the reader’s birthday, which Thorin has found out. He knows from Fili and Kili that she likes writing but doesn’t have her thing called a computer with her, so Thorin gives her a leather bound notebook with parchment, much to her surprise. Thorin ponders his feelings for her.

Your initial arrival in this strange other world was not the best. The transition from electricity, social media, running water, and family, to being surrounded by multiple men, dirty, technology-less, and constantly hungry.

To say it was difficult would be an understatement, but you did eventually learn how to adapt to your surroundings.

You became friends with the majority of the people in this Company and have been accepted quite easily despite the oddity of your arrival and circumstances.

Actually, the abnormality of your admittance into this journey is what’s made you so popular in the first place. The dwarves (and little hobbit) were entranced with your stories and explanations of the things you had in your world, awestruck at the vivid descriptions and theatrical ways you tell them things.

What surprised you more than anything was the way the leader of this group of dwarves took to you. It seemed he enjoyed your company quite a lot, and he always listened when you went on one of your little rambles about what technology and things you had once upon a time.

Fili and Kili, Thorin’s nephews, also grew to like your stories and decided to ask how you could describe things in such evocative detail, and that’s when you told them about your hobby back when you were still at your original home.

Writing has been a big part of your life for as long as you can remember, so naturally, you became rather good at it the more you practiced.

“Usually I would write my stories on my laptop, you know that thing with the buttons and flat-screen that lights up I told you about, and I’d show them to others and even submit things to contests sometimes.” You had a smile on your face when you’d explained it to them, “Gosh I miss it… I miss my home, but I’m grateful to have such a wonderful group to look after me."

Those were your sentiments then, and they’re the same now a few weeks later.

You’ve been keeping track of the days since you arrived in this place and tomorrow is to be your birthday.

It’s around this time where you begin to really feel the toll that being away from all you know and love is taking on you. A mixture of homesickness and deep sorrow has been keeping you down these past few days, and it seems everyone has noticed as such.

You don’t really try to hide your internal suffering, but you don’t necessarily wear it on your sleeve either. It’s hard to pretend everything is alright when there are already 1000 other worries stacking up on top of you as time drags on, but you try nonetheless (not that you’re fooling anybody).

The two brothers, Thorin’s nephews, asked you a day or so back what had you so down, and you explained half-heartedly what was eating at you.

They seemed very understanding and tried to cheer you up. Though their attempts didn’t work completely, you did still appreciate it, and their thoughtfulness made your heart all warm and happy.

When you wake up the morning of your birthday, feeling a bit more well-rested than usual and pretty warm. When you sit up to stretch, you realize you have an extra blanket from who knows where, and it succeeds in bringing a smile to your face.

You stand up and glance around the still-sleeping group of dwarves, trying to see who it was that gave you their blanket.

During your first glance around the camp, you don’t spot who is missing their blanket, but on the second look, you realize that Thorin is the only one coverless.

A small smile tugs at your lips, grateful and also a little flattered that he’d do such a thing.

You begin to make your way over to him careful not to step on any unsuspecting dwarves, and you flash a smile at Bofur who is on morning watch.

Bofur returns the smile with a little less energy, then looks back out at the forest again.

When you finally make it to Thorin you crouch down and lay his blanket back over him, then turn and slowly make your way back to your bedroll.

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Later on in the day begin to feel less energetic than you had been that morning, but you are definitely happier than you have been in previous days.

Walking on foot isn’t exactly your favorite thing, but you prefer that to being the prisoner to Goblins and on the dinner menu.

You walk by yourself for the majority of the time, but you don’t mind some space to think during a long multi-mile trek.

At some point during the hike up a big hill, Thorin steps up next to you and trudges quietly for some time. It’s a comfortable walking silence, and even though the two of you don’t speak you still find yourself enjoying his companionship.

The silence is broken suddenly when Thorin pipes up, "I hear that today is the anniversary of your birth."

You’re a bit surprised that, that’s the first thing he says when he finally addresses you, and you’re caught between confusion on how he knew and happiness because he knows in the first place. "Ah, yes it is. How did you know?"

"Kili told me as such.” He replies easily.

Oh, that makes more sense.

“Of course he did.” You don’t say it negatively, but instead with humor in your voice, “I’m turning 24 today."

At first, he looks surprised when you mention your age, but it doesn’t last long as realization dawns on him. "Oh, yes I forgot that the ages of men are different than a dwarf. You would be no more than a child if you were one."

You nod your head in understanding, finding it a bit funny that he was so taken aback at first. "Well, I’m sure you don’t see me as a kid, right? That’d be embarrassing."

"Well of course not. If you were to ask for my inquiry, I’d say that your maturity is rivaled by none in this group, excluding myself and Balin of course."

That draws an amused laugh from you since it’s essentially a compliment that both flatters you and backhands the rest of the group. "Even Bilbo?” You question jokingly.

You’re surprised when he nods his head, “He is extraordinarily polite and proper, but those qualities do not make for maturity.” He sounds so sure in his reply that you actually believe him, “and one who is a writer of poetry such as yourself has a better way with words than any of us.”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s fair to consider myself a writer anyway, Thorin. I have nothing to write on or with, and my works would probably only confuse the lot of you.” Your speech is slightly more complex than it was before you ended up here, as it seems you’ve begun to pick up some of their speech habits.

The soon-to-be King Under the Mountain looks surprised at your reason for quitting, “You give up because you’ve lost your medium? And because you fear not being understood?”

“Well, yes."

Thorin doesn’t say anything right away, but you can see from the expression on his face that he does have something he want’s to tell you. But you don’t try to get anything out of him, instead, you wait and hope that he’ll just get to it himself.

"There’s something I wish to give you.” His voice breaks the silence again, and you find yourself a bit surprised that he even has anything for you to begin with.

“You want to give me something?” You repeat with confusion clear in your voice.

“Yes.” He reaches into the bag on his back and feels around blindly for something for a few moments, and you just watch and walk hoping that he doesn’t trip on anything by accident.

“Ah, here it is.”

You cock your head to the side when he pulls out a cute little leather-bound book. “What’s this?"

He doesn’t reply right away for he instead holds out said book to you and waits for you to take it before saying anything more.

You accept the gift and look at the little leather thing in your hands, flipping it open to see several blank pieces of parchment inside.

"Kili also told me of your desire to begin writing again, and while it is no ‘laptop’, it’s still a rather fine book.” He sounds sheepish almost like he’s afraid you might dislike the present and give it back.

A huge smile breaks out on your face as you look at him joyously, “Oh my god, Thorin, t-thank you so much!"

At this very moment, you couldn’t be happier. The gift is so thoughtful and sweet, and for the first time in a while, you feel like something has gone - mostly - back to normal. "I love it…” You say quieter this time, placing a hand on his shoulder to squeeze it appreciatively, “I’ll write a story just for you, how does that sound?"

The raven-haired king to-be smiles at you warmly and nods his assent, "I would like that."

#kili #fili #the company of thorin oakenshield #thorin durin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin fic #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #tolkien #fluff #reader #reader insert #originally posted on ao3

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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Hi, I'm Brooke! I'm 23. I have dark brown curly hair with brown eyes and I'm 5 ft 5. My house is slytherin mixed with ravenclaw. I draw, write, do photography, enjoy reading and play tons of video games. I suffer from anxiety. I'm not really an outdoorsy person(thanks to my anxiety) I used to be an alcoholic, but I recovered from it. I love animals and I'm very empathetic. Can I have a male ship from the hobbit and the vampire diaries with the prompts "jealous" and "friends to lovers" thank you!

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The Hobbit:

I ship you with Bilbo. You and Bilbo would have so much in common, this is why you got on so well. He would extremely proud of you for recovering from alcoholism as he knew it was a hard thing to do for many people. He is always there when you need him with a shoulder to lean or cry on, and comforting words that he has used to lull you to sleep many times.

Prompt: Friends to Lovers

When you left The Shire with Bilbo and the company, you and Bilbo were very close friends. And you were very similar. Neither of you were outdoorsy, and going on an adventure scared you. But you knew you couldn’t let Bilbo go on without you, and when Gandalf suggested you come, you felt you had no choice. So you swallowed your fears and went with the company, you went with Bilbo.

You had known each other for many years and got on like a house on fire. You were both reckless in your youth, but matured together. Nothing could end your friendship. You thought.

It’s not that your friendship ended really, it just...changed. Throughout your adventures with the company. Both you and Bilbo began to see each other differently. You comforted each other more, and in different ways, for different troubles that neither of you could have imagines suffering in the Shire. You became each others life-line, you reached out for each other in times of trouble.

The rest of the company was very aware of your changing relationship with Bilbo. And they even had bets as to when the two of you would realize just how much you needed each other, and wanted each other. No longer as friends. But as more.

It wasn’t until Rivendale that you fully admitted it to each other. You stood out on a large balcony, staring at the beautiful scenery, Bilbo next to you.

“This has become quite the adventure hasn’t it?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, indeed. I never thought we’d have one like this” you chuckled.

“No. Me neither. But” he paused, shuffled around nervously for a moment as he leaned against the railing “I couldn’t see myself doing it without you though”

You smiled “You wouldn’t have made it this far without me” you admitted as he chuckled in silent agreement.

‘No, but I mean it. If I had left you behind, I would have felt even more alone here, amongst the company. And though I miss the Shire and my home, you are a big part of it, my home I mean. So having you hear means a great deal”

You let his words sink in for a moment “Well, I couldn’t let you go without me could I? We’ve always done everything together. And beside, if you had left without me I would never have forgiven you. The Shire isn’t home without you Bilbo.”

You stood in silence for a moment before Bilbo spoke, quietly, cautiously “I- I’ve noticed, recently, that my feelings...for you...have changed” you looked at him as he paused, sparing you a quick glance “It may just be me. But I thought you should know, I wanted you to know, that I- I no longer see you as a friend, I mean, just a friend. I uh, I see you as much more than that, at least, I’d like too”

As he stuttered out his thoughts you continued to stare at him, a small smile forming on your face. When he finished and let out a sigh he fiddled with his fingers, almost jumping in surprise when you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Something that you had done many times before, as a greeting, a parting, a thank you. But it was different now, both of you felt it.

“I know what you mean Bilbo” he looked up at you now “My feelings have changed as well, and I think they match your own”

“They do?” you nodded “They do” he confirmed, a small smile forming on his face “Well then, I guess there’s is that”

You chuckled at his awkwardness as you took his hand in yours “There’s that”

The Vampire Diaries:

I ship you with Matt. Matt would admire your empathetic side. He thinks you kind and caring, and loves being in your company. The two of you play video games together all the time, making bets and your own games as well. He enjoys being outdoors but knows you don’t really care for it, so he makes sure to plan things for you to do in the comfort of your own homes, or even at local locations you enjoy being at. He is very caring and will always try his best to make you happy. He was worried that when you were kicking alcohol, that working at the grill, and coming home smelling of alcohol would effect you poorly, so he would always have a spare set of clothes and extra cologne to change into before seeing you (whether it did effect you or not, he would still do this).

Prompt: Jealous

Matt watched from across the courtyard as a young man talked fervently to you. He recognized him from having gone to high school with him and knew back then that he was a bit of a ‘player’, so seeing him with you made his blood begin to boil Especially because you looked so uncomfortable.

He was barely paying attention to what Caroline was saying as she continued to complain about something that went wrong during the Miss Mystic Falls Ceremony. She finally realized he wasn’t paying attention and followed his gaze “Why are you staring? Just go over there already” she said, finally gaining his attention as he pushed him away, an amused smirk on her face.

“Right, Sorry Care” he said as he began walking towards you.

As he got closer, the man, whose name he now recalled as Mason reached out at touched your arm. It was one of those ‘I’m laughing at what your saying so I’m going to take this as an opportunity to touch you while flirting’. Matt glared at him as he sped up a little.

You laughed awkwardly with the man as he lightly touched your arm, your mind trying to come up with some excuse for you to leave. Looking around your eyes landed on Matt, ‘oh thank God’ you thought

When your eyes met you silently pleaded with him to help you. As he got closer he gave you a small smile as he called out, as if he had just noticed the two of you “Babe, there you are, I was looking all over for you” he said as he eyed Mason “Hey, whats up man, you’re Mason right? We went to high school together” Matt reached out his hand.

The man, Mason, smiled awkwardly, as he stuck out his hand ‘Right, yeah, Um, your Mike Donovan right? You’re in the running for Sheriff right?”

Matt’s hand tightened around his “It’s Matt. And yeah”

Mason’s eyes widened slightly as Matts hand squeezed his “Yeahh, um” he looked at you as Matt’s arm slid around your waist “It was good to talk to you, and see you again, Matt, sorry about that.” he laughed awkardly as he took a step back “I’m gonna go find my date” he smiled turning and leaving.

“Date, my ass” Matt muttered under his breath before looking at you “You alright?”

You chuckled at Matt’s words “I’m fine now” you smiled up at him as he leaned down and kissed you lightly

“Lets go find some food” he said as he took your hand in his and lead you towards the building.

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Brutally honest opinion of Jafar and Aladdin (bonus: Jasmin as well)

Jafar/Aladdin: Ship of my heart. The two of them are, honestly, the most intriguing relationship of the film for me (talking the 2019 film, but not entirely opposed to the original either, I’m flexible). Like, you have that sense of Jafar BEING what Aladdin could have become, had he let his resentment get the better of him. I’ve seen some people say that it doesn’t make sense, given that Aladdin *just* wants to marry the princess, but look at how he reacts to being called “street rat” VS Jafar’s reaction to “second.” Yeah, his main goal was to marry Jasmine, but there was definitely some resentment in there, that drive to be BETTER, both because he didn’t want to die at the bottom and also to show everyone who ever looked down on him. On some level, in some ways, they understand one another on a level that no one else really CAN.

Thank you, Marwan Kenzari.

No, but really, I think we see more of JAFAR when he’s with Aladdin, those little cracks and insecurities that make him interesting, as a character. And he’s obviously drawn to Aladdin from the beginning, when he sees Aladdin jumping around the Palace, because it’s like, “I recognize that, you little shit.”

Also....the trip to the Cave of Wonders had to be SOME time, because it’s day when Aladdin and Jafar talk and it’s night by the time they reach the Cave of Wonders. That would be at LEAST six hours or so, depending on what time of year it is, and you have to wonder what they would have TALKED about during that time. Because I can’t see Aladdin not pressing at least a little more. And of course that partnership was doomed from the get-go, because at this point, Jafar can’t share power with ANYONE, but I think it was a very interesting set up.

And that draw between them is definitely something he retains throughout the film, he really doesn’t seem like he can keep his eyes off of Aladdin at any given time.

That Bi Feel when you’re not sure who you’re more jealous of: Aladdin or Jasmine.

I do think it’s interesting that Aladdin says in the novelization that he came back to save Jafar. Maybe he’s stalling for time, I’m willing to accept that. But maybe, even after everything, he DOES want to save Jafar. Maybe, even after everything, all the betrayal, he still sees a part of himself in him. Even in the film, I don’t think he’s HAPPY to see Jafar go down.

That is definitely not the look of a man who’s gloating over his enemy being defeated. Jafar had to go down, he had gone TOTALLY off the rails, and Aladdin knew it. If Jafar succeeded, not only would people that Aladdin knows and loves (Genie and Jasmine being most prominent) be hurt, but so would millions of others. But that doesn’t mean he’s HAPPY about it.

During their final confrontation, you can actually SEE the moment Jafar breaks Aladdin’s heart, when he says “But I am Sultan!” Because Aladdin realizes, in that moment, he can’t bring him back. He had reached out, genuinely saying “Look, I’ve been here, I’ve had the lamp, I know what its power is like, but it won’t make you happy,” which....yeah, Aladdin’s thinking on his feet and formulating a plan, but it does genuinely come from the heart as well. And Jafar totally rejected that.

I can definitely see a twist where, for example, Aladdin is just a little bit MORE ruthless and savvy in the Cave of Wonders, not really dark, not really evil, but quick, double-crossing Jafar before Jafar is able to betray him, in a Bilbo VS Gollum-esque turnabout, and the two of them essentially playing a game of tag. I can see a scenario where Aladdin is able to convince him that he’s better off with Jafar than if Jafar decided to get rid of him. I can see a postcanon AU where Aladdin finds that he’s not suited to royal life and becomes an espionage agent for Agrabah, sneaking into foreign palaces and stealing vital documents and evidence, with Jafar as his partner, finding that the pursuit of power has left him a husk of himself. He would still be ruthless and smooth talking than Aladdin, and I think he would still be after the pursuit of power and wealth, since he’s learned THAT’S how you get by in the world, but he would do it while maintaining his human connections, which is something that I think the film kind of misses out on, in the sense that it accidentally gives this message of “If you’re born poor, marry rich, but don’t you dare try to improve your station yourself or you’ll become corrupted, instead status is something that must be bestowed on you” (oh hi Downton Abbey). In that early stage in particular, there’s a lot that’s not been settled yet, there’s a lot of potential there.

Aladdin/Jasmine: I don’t have as much to say on this one because I think the film really spells it out clearly, but it’s probably, imo, one of the best live action romances, simply because you do SEE how they fit together during the “One Jump Ahead” sequence. And it’s really fantastic to see a dynamic where you have a man fully behind a woman’s ambition. Jasmine chooses Aladdin, not just because she thinks he’s cute or because she needs to, but because she CHOOSES him as someone who understands her desire to rule and won’t stand in her way, but will actively encourage her. And he’s someone who’s willing to take a step back and be her consort. He’s relaxed, she’s sharp; he’s awkward, she’s poised; they balance one another out. It’s a strong, solid ship, I think the film did a good job making it believable for the two of them.

Jasmine/Jafar: What can I say? I love garbage. I have my reservations for multiple reasons, but also I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t invested, especially given that, if Jafar was LESS of a jingoistic misogynist.......they would make a hella hot power couple. And I do think, when he tells her to be seen and not heard......the way it’s played is less “Jafar being a sexist douchenozzle” and more “Jafar is seeing a bit of himself in Jasmine and is giving her what he thinks is genuinely good advice, even if said advice is actually shit and goes against everything Jasmine is as a person.” I also think that, their sniping aside.......they have worked together to get rid of at least one of her suitors before. Look at how amused Jafar is during the Prince Anders sequence, down to Iago baiting him, and then again in Aladdin’s court presentation. I know I’m not the only one who got distinct “banging on the down low” vibes from that one.

#aladdin 2019 #long post #jafar x aladdin #jafar x jasmine #mainly j x a but tagging j x j just in case #violetcancerian

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