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itsabouttimex2 · 21 days

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May I ask

Which characters will include in the primal moon scenario ?

Essentially, whichever characters I can think of scenarios for- writing Monkiefam was pretty easy, because monkeys have complex hierarchies to draw from. I spent a while observing different species at a local zoo (they’re mean. God, they’re so mean.) and decided to write a fic based on the behaviors I saw. (I’ll post that video at the bottom!)

Despite their status as the lowest ranked member of the ‘troop’, Wukong sees Y/N as his biological child. He won’t listen to any arguments about the difference in age or species, no matter what evidence is presented to refute him. Macaque is seen as his ‘little brother’, their rivalry temporarily forgotten. (Though only on Wukong’s end.)

The Great Sage is just lucid enough to recognize MK as his cherished student, and tries to give him advice… but his mind is a little too muddled by viridescence to offer anything sound. He also accidentally enables the worst of Primal!MK’s traits by complimenting and comforting him whenever things go wrong.

He’s thankfully rather laidback about the whole thing, only getting violent when he feels that his ‘family’ or status are threatened.

Macaque returns to his long-forgotten docile demeanor, a remnant of his days as a member of the Sworn Brotherhood- though he tries to fight the shift. It butchers the simian’s pride to resume a position of submissiveness, especially now that it’s to two people- one of whom may well be a teenager. Also, he’s sincerely desperate for comfort and companionship, so he spends most of the week fighting himself to not participate in any bonding activities.

He’ll make a ‘rank-scaling’ attempt or two, only to get beaten down and potentially pushed behind even Y/N in terms of status if he does it enough.

Sun Wukong->MK->Macaque->Y/N is the troop ranking, and it’s pretty rigid.

MK is, uh… in a pretty rough state. He’s never had any preparation for the Primal Moon, thinking himself a regular human for almost the entire time that he’s been alive.

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Honestly, it’s Tang that gives me the hardest time! assuming we can call upon his cicada ancestry, he’s- got absolutely nothing. Female cicadas use their ovipositors to slice into thin branches many times, leaving clutches of eggs as they go- that’s about as far as parental instincts go for them, given that they and the males die soon after breeding. (The males, in fact, die pretty much directly after.) I guess I’d place him with Princess Iron Fan and Ne Zha as the ‘normal’ guys.

Pigsy is, as you know- a male pig. Who are notorious piglet-killers. Eating piglets, stepping on piglets, rolling over and crushing piglets- intentionally killing entire piglet litters to force females back into estrus- it gets pretty brutal. So I still haven’t figured out what I want to do with him for this story- though I imagine he’ll be aggressive/hair-trigger, with Tang being the one thing that holds him back.

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Mei was pretty easy to write, but I did a lot of research on Chinese dragons in order to keep my representation of her respectful. Dragons in the west are usually reduced to bloodthirsty beasts of pride and rage- creatures to be slain and overcome as monstrous final obstacles. This portrayal even dates back to Beowulf, with the dragon portrayed then going on to characterize many dragons that came after it. (For example, Smaug was based partly on Beowulf’s dragon, and partly on Fafnir- so if any others dragons are based on Smaug, then they too call back upon the original.

In Chinese culture, dragons are considered wise and powerful beings. They’re worshipped as symbols of prosperity and good luck, and considered very auspicious beings.

So, Mei seems more composed in this AU- but it’s all an act. Given the stigma that non-humans have on account of the Primal Moon, she spends a lot of time pretending to be something that she’s not so that no one ends up being afraid. Mei’s obsession with with Y/N primarily stems from their complete acceptance of who she is, inside and out. Instead of having to pretend to be dignified and wise and rational, she gets to be the real Mei. She can goofy and energetic with you, not afraid to roughhouse or throw hands.

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For Bullfam, I think Princess Iron Fan very much would be the ‘only sane man’- if two things weren’t occurring:

1. Her husband wasn’t trying to talk her into having a second child and worshipping her every step, his tongue spinning crude admirations of her beauty and battle prowess.

2. Her son wasn’t clinging to her waist and arms, begging for validation and attention, futilely trying to drag her into his workshop to compliment his blueprints and machines.

So she has her boy (after some headpats and a little bit of buttering up) run off to the surface and snatch a suitably young human who’s been left unattended, imposing them as a temporary ‘second child’ and ‘younger sibling’… before getting attached. Even though they were supposed to be disposable, she works them into a more permanent fixture of her family.

Given that Red Son is the one who picks you out, he feels a special bond with you. Instead of being more aggressive or even prouder- Red gets clingy. His desire for love and respect comes to the forefront, leading him to latch onto Y/N as tightly as possible. Hugs, headpats, back rubs, hair combing- he wants affection in as many forms as possible. I like to think he temporarily grows horns during the Primal Moon, and that he really likes having them rubbed and polished.

And as for Demon Bull King… this man is already aggressive as hell and pretty damn tempestuous, seeing red at the drop of a hat. So, with very little inhibition as is, he’s the sort of demon hit hardest. Bull King’s mental faculties degrade by a touch or two, rendering him very animalistic. He’s the opposite of Mei here- she puts herself through a ton of suppression and training and it all pays off spectacularly. He actively leans into the instincts and new power the viridescence brings, reveling in a more bestial state.

So, while Y/N openly and freely gives Mei love and affection, they instead cower and hide from Demon Bull King.

He wants more kids. Wants to spend more time with his wife. Wants to fight and break and feast. And when Y/N is abducted brought home, his aggression outright doubles. This is kinda good, though- now he’s so protective that he’s pacing the fortress in hourly patrols, wearing himself out as he digs deep grooves into the earth, carving his sigil into the stones around him many times over, marking the territory as inextricably his.

And all he wants upon returning home is a nap- with his entire family piled onto the bed, of course.

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Also, if anyone has recommendations for how characters should act, I’d be happy to hear them!

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years

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Masterlist

This blog is 18+ minors DNI!

Only one gif is mine, the other credits to the creator

Hello there!

So I finally got to orginize my works in here, thank you for stoping by and I hope you like the stories. I write for several fandoms but my main focus right now is Marvel and Tolkien with very specific pairings. Here you will find the list of the stories I have written so far, and the works in progress.

This blog is 18+ so please minors DNI, and if you're not comfortable with it just a heads up. Please read the warning on the stories as well as the tags, if you believen I'm leaving something out give me a heads up so I can correct it right away

MARVEL

Pairing

WandaxFemale!Reader

Without words - (Fluff)

Summary: Y/N is the new recruit, and Wanda finds herself drawn to her.

When there are no words - (Fluff,angst)

Summary: It was a bad mission, Y/N just wants to forget, and Wanda is an amazing girlfriend - Continuation of Without Words.

On a single night - (Fluff, smut, angst)

Summary: One night between you and Wanda changed everything. Now, your relationship will end up in tears or wedding bells.

Midnight meeting series - (Fluff, smut)

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

The house at the edge of the world - (fluff, angst, drama, smut)

Summary: Y/N is the owner of an Airbnb at the edge of the world, a place in which Wanda would either heal or become what everyone is afraid of.

Enhanced senses - (Fluff, drama, smut)

Summary: While on a mission you heard a conversation that make you think about your relationship with Wanda.

We can be forever - (Fluff, drama, smut, angst, romance)

Summary: You and Wanda met at a Café, your life and hers changed drastically and for the very first time in her messy life, Wanda may have discovered the real meaning behind love at first sight.

Dirty Little Secret - (Angst -drama)

Summary:You were Wanda's dirty little secret.

A Heart Made Of Glass - (Angst - drama - romance - smut)

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Bad Liar - (Angst - drama - romance - smut)

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

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TOLKIEN

Pairing

ThorinxThranduil

The Winter that never ended

Summary:In a world where magic only happens in the big Kingdoms, Thorin Oakenshield had to find a way to save his nephew’s life. He never intended to get lost on his way to the closest healer, and he certainly didn’t plan to fall in the clutches of a strange Lord and his household. Yet, destiny seemed to have something to say about his life and how this little encounter would change his perception of live, magic and love.

In Memory

Summary: He saved him at a great price, his memory of what had happened between them was ripped from him. The payment for his sin was to love without being loved.In the anniversary of the defeating of Smaug Thorin is present with a marriage proposal, just as the dreams of the past come to haunt him and show him where his real happiness lies.

I don’t think I love you

Summary: Prince Thranduil of the Woodland Realm promised himself to never love again. Thorin of Erebor promised himself to never need love. Both of them are different in all the ways you can imagine, and yet they are more alike that they care to admit. When a political marriage force them to share their time with one another they will realize some promises are meant to be broken

The ABC of Thorin and Thranduil

Summary: Just a bunch of short and long drabbles featuring Thorin and Thranduil their relationship and the people in their lives.

When the Stars go Blue

Summary: Thranduil was born a healer, his gift could save everyone but it wasn’t enough to safe his wife. Now, after all these years of not using his gift he came forward to safe the life of those who despised him; the Elven-King never suspected his actions would activate emotions he thought he had buried the day he lost his wife, or that those emotions were directed to a recovering Thorin who, apparently, has always had a soft spot for him.

The Silent Ballad

Summary: “The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall.” Thranduil has done what no other Elf has done before him, Thorin has decide in his pride to ignore the signs of what really is happening between the both of them. Perhaps, Thorin should be careful for there is only one sickness that could take an Elf’s life away and for the suffering of the heart the only cure from a certain death is to leave the shores of Middle-Earth. Would Thorin overcome his pride and anger to recover what he most desire or would he stand still doing nothing while Thranduil vanishes little by little until his only salvation is to travel to the Undying Lands?

The Promise of a Child

Summary: Little Thorin is ready to propose to Thranduil even though he knows Thranduil is older and he still has to get his adulthood braid. The thing is, he doesn’t want anyone courting Thranduil before he can get the chance to marry him.

Sunday Morning

Summary: It’s just another Sunday morning in the Oakenshield household.

Counting Stars

Summary: Thorin Oakenshield is in a moment of his life where he is just confused yearning for something he cannot name. Thranduil has just suffered an accident that may change everything he is. When their paths cross a friendship is forged and, perhaps, if they give themselves the chance it can turn out into something they may need and want.

It will always be worthy

Summary: At the end of all things, Tauriel, Bilbo and Thranduil have an honest talk about the people they loved and will always love.

A token and a Promise

Summary: Orcrist was put there for a reason.

Sing to Me

Summary: Thorin and Thranduil had been kidnapped by a group of orcs. While being tortured both Kings realized there may be more than animosity between them. However, Thranduil has been poisoned and he is loosing his mind little by little confused as to what is real and what is part of the nightmare the orcs made him live.

#Masterlist #my stories #pin post #stories #fanfics #Wanda/Female reader #Marvel and tolkien stories #Thorinduil #wanda maximoff #Female Reader #WandaxF!Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

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oda-cipresi · 3 months

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Hello, I saw your post about taking hobbit requests and I was wondering if you would mind writing something from the perspective of a dragon?

I love dragons and there aren't really a whole lot of things to read with one as the protagonist.

So maybe just something about a dragon helping the company on their quest?

It may be a little cliche but I also like the reincarnation trope so do with that what you will, incase you want to write something about this c:

Omg, first request! Thank you so much :D I love this and I have a few ideas in mind.

(quick disclaimer that English is not my first language. If you spot any mistakes, typos, etc... please let me know)

This is really poorly written and towards the end I started running out of ideas but I do hope you like it :) Any criticism/tips are well appreciated!!

The Company of Thorin Oakenshield with a dragon companion:

Okay, so starting with the fact that the dwarves do not like dragons, it would be doubtful that they would want/allow one on the team, and if they did, it was probably due to Gandalf convincing them, especially Thorin, that the dragon could be useful.

While travelling, they would all be very cautious around it, although I think the amount of cautiousness would also depend on the size of the dragon. They wouldn't be as wary and scared with a smaller dragon as they would with a large one/fully grown one.

Once they eventually warm up to the dragon, they will treat it like an overgrown dog. Thorin would be the last one to warm up, that is *if* he warms up.

Listen, while I know this is the furthest thing from what Thorin would do, I can’t get the idea of him being the ‘’I'm not a cat (dragon) person, I don't like them’’ but then becoming best friends with that very same cat (dragon). However, for that to happen, the dragon would truly have to prove itself to him.

Once they reclaim Erebor (and everyone survives), Thorin would probably have a special room that has an easy exit for the dragon.

The first to take a liking to the dragon would probably be Bilbo, following Gandalf’s judgement.

Fili and Kili would try to stay strong and not give in to the curiosity and amazement of such a creature being peaceful with them, trying to be like their dear uncle. They crack soon enough and start playing with it.

I feel like Balin would also be quite quick to warm up to the dragon once he notices that it poses no threat to the company.

Moving on to travelling with the dragon

They could ride it, yes, but then again, it would depend on the size.

I feel like they won’t use it to fly over to the lonely mountain as they do know it would bring more harm than good

They would still use it to carry their stuff tho.

Sneaking the dragon around in the woods was easier, but once they got to Lake Town there was quite a problem.

I doubt they’d bring it to the actual town, but maybe they’d send it off to come to the mountain from the other side.

The dragon would still need to use the main gate (front gate??). Again, it would depend on the size, in my mind, the dragon is about the same size as Smaug or maybe a bit bigger.

Now when it comes to the fight with Smaug, the company’s dragon would most likely have a dilemma

On one hand, it wouldn’t want to fight its kin, but then again, the dwarves did trust it for so long.

The dragon would probably fight with Smaug, but the people of Lake Town would be set on killing off both

I don’t have that many ideas as to what would happen between the company’s dragon and Smaug, nor do I have ideas for what would happen during the battle of five armies.

I do believe that if the dragon survived the fight with Smaug and Lake Town it would stay with the dwarves until the very end

Other than that, I can't think of anything else, but I might add a few if I remember anything new

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rachelillustrates · 1 year

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More thoughts on Thorin Oakenshield

Particularly on his rapid-rehab over the Gold-sickness - which is a scene I think about often, being in recovery myself (9 years 8 months sober, btw 🌼).

So considering that this all happens within like 2 to 5 minutes maybe - plus however long it takes him to walk from the throne room of Erebor to the Gallery of Kings, which we don't see - I think we have to take into consideration where he is coming from, which is the moment in which Dwalin tried to stand up to him. Then, he responded by a) berating himself, as he is - basically calling crownless-Thorin-Oakenshield a nothing, and b) literally threatening to kill Dwalin. And that came right after he denied his kin in general when the battle started, and THAT came right after he tried to throw Bilbo - arguably his plot-relevant Love, whether you ship it or not (thanks to @sonickitty for this amazing post) - from the ramparts whether or not he would have been able to go through with it notwithstanding, since Gandalf interrupted him to help get Bilbo out of there.

Those are three big, emotional things that force him to hole up further into his sickness, but also call him out at the same time, which I think is evident in how coldly desperate he looks when he tells Dwalin to go "before I kill you." Part of him knows he is losing it - as much as he clings to the gold fever, as if its a reassurance. As if it's security, after nearly a lifetime of uncertainty, which would be really, really easy to rationalize away as a "valid" and "reasonable" thing.

(Which is textbook addictive behavior, btw. "I need this because.... It's all right because....")

And I think it's telling, then, that he ends up in the Gallery instead of the treasury.

Part of that was likely a plot-design choice, since that's where they almost defeated Smaug and that shiny gold floor makes for some amazing visuals in his hallucinations. BUT. Looking at it from a Watsonian perspective, I think that him going there - choosing the place of the Company's almost-victory, instead of the place of his grandfather's defeat - speaks volumes about the part of him that wants to stop.

And then, we get a look inside his brain - all those overlapping voices, all the reminders of what is happening to him, how he has acted, and who he was before. The faith his people had in him. All as a cacophony - until Bilbo's voice, at which point there is no more overlapping. Just Bilbo speaking loud and clear - "You are changed, Thorin." - and then "I am not my grandfather," just as had been interspersed with the other voices, too, but now as clear and uninterrupted as his recall of Bilbo's words. And they are, first, the words he spoke to him on the ramparts - when he, the most emotionally close to him (since Fíli and Kíli are still following orders and are under that obligation to him as their King, family bonds therefore notwithstanding) finally called him out for who he'd become, followed by what he said to him in the mithril scene, when he failed to reach him earlier (seeing as a certain King Under the Mountain got distracted in his illness and warped their affection into "you are a shiny thing for me to protect and apparently not listen to"). Which, I know they didn't include the "our honor - I was also there" part of the line, but that came right after "is this treasure truly worth more than your honor," so even with that unsaid that loops him right back into that emotional bond and the fact that Bilbo does know, and care for, who he really is. And calls him to stand for it.

At which point, he sees the shadow of a dragon in the gold, as if swimming through it - which I think is supposed to stand for the fact that he has taken Smaug's place, in intention, but on a very quiet note, because: then, the clarity of speech continues, with Gandalf proclaiming that this treasure will be his death. Gandalf as much as he's a douche and they haven't always gotten along being the closest thing to one of the Powers, to his own Maker, that he has ever met or is likely to physically meet in this life.

I think that was deliberate.

From a recovery standpoint, hitting bottom often starts with emotional appeal from one's loved ones (Dwalin, Bilbo) but doesn't stick until spirituality gets involved, so this seems - again, from my own experience - to be a subtle way to pull that in after leaning heavily on his emotional connections.

Which is followed, of course, by the hallucination - his vision - of the gold of the floor literally swallowing him whole, and smoothing back over as if nothing had ever happened. Just like it would have looked if they had buried Smaug there. He would really be nothing, then. Forgotten, maybe, even.

That, and Gandalf's words, really touch on Thorin's own will to survive - yes, we've gotten reminders of what actions he's taken in the illness, and what's happening to others as a result, BUT if someone in addiction doesn't want to live - and thus, doesn't want to break out of it - nothing genuine can be done. They have to want to survive. They have to want to recover. So we get that, here, with those words and seeing the gold kill him in the same manner that he (and the Company) tried to kill Smaug.

To which we get the answer of that excellent far-away shot of him throwing off the crown, looking so small in the vast, empty, golden space.

(And then his bewilderment, kind of dreamily coming out of it, looking at the floor - the crown itself, probably - as if in a trance, and then slowly and subtly back up and out around himself.)

The next scene we get of him is not much later - we get a quick look outside, see that Dain is calling his forces back to the mountain, and Azog believes he is killing it (strut, sir), then we snap right back to the Company. Which Thorin joins, now in really not enough leather armor instead of the heavy plate mail.

Bare of all the trappings of his status - back to Thorin Oakenshield, again, who was always already good enough in the first place 💙 And, the first thing he does is make amends the best way he can under the circumstances. He hears Kíli's grievance, he validates his feelings, and he shows up for the reality around himself and the people under his care.

"I have no right to ask this of any of you (which is pretty close to an apology) but will you follow me, one last time?" (Which is a declaration of action, intent. What he is gonna do now to make it right, truly himself again.)

He sounds resigned, but with acceptance. Like he knows that they're likely going to their death - all of them - but he can't do this alone, and doing this is the right thing, in any and all cases.

Considering that recovery from addiction usually takes years of suffering (and then years of work), that the stage direction/scripty goodness was all of one line, and looking at what we see both before that scene and after it, I think they did a pretty incredible job. To my knowledge, in the book, we get very little of this at all - Thorin comes into the battle still full-armored, we don't see his thought process about that choice (vs. staying in the mountain), and he doesn't acknowledge his wrongs until he's on his deathbed. So for his illness, on this level, to have been addressed at all, let alone with this depth, is a gift.

I am quite impressed and grateful.

More LoTR/The Hobbit meta here.

#thorin oakenshield #recovery #tolkien #lotr meta #bagginshield #otp #writing #inspiration #meta

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kokorowoutsu · 9 months

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-- Kalos Arc II: Exploration (9)

After some time in Shalour City, the couple and their 'mons would head out and along the long winding path that was Route 12, having to pass on foot or by water over the next few days to reach the banks of what either led to the Sea Spirit's Den or to Courmaine City, the latter being their aim.

Upon arrival in said city, they were treated to the fact this place was built close to a cliffside and accessible by a monorail. Upon finding their way to the nearest hotel and getting instructions to where to find the gym, their feet would take them to the gym that was built with vines and a old forest feel in mind. Ashe mentioned liking this person's style, and upon seeing who the gym leader was, she offered a smile.

After Leon explained wanting to challenge the grass-type expert and botanist, Ramos, the old man smiled and agreed as Ashe took a seat with Joker and Lucky using some chlorokinesis type magic Ramos had access too. The rules of the gym were simple with Leon having four badges now; it would be bumped up to a four on four with mega evolution to be expected as Kalos was and is the birth place of it was far as people knew.

With that in mind, Ramos sent his first choice, Trevenant. In response, Leon sent out Excalibur, his Aegislash. The two ghost-types met in a clash and the Trevenant took advantage of ghost-type effects on the Aegislash who did the same in return, but in the end, it was the Trevenant who fell. Excalibur felt some exhaustion, but not enough to want to back out, and so Ramos sent out his Chesnaught next who looked calm, grizzled, and ready for battle. Excalibur met the pokemon in battle and although it was tricky, the two actually were evenly matched and in the end, both fell.

Returning the pokemon to their pokeballs, Ramos chose his ace and partner, Gogoat, next, while Leon chose Miyagi. The Gogoat was just as grizzled and experienced as the Chesnaught and the two began a battle of wills and meeting head on. In the end, the bear-like pokemon got the upper hand despite getting Giga Drained a few times, and knowing it was Bahamut's turn, looked to Leon as Ramos returned his partner. Sending out his chosen mega, a Venasaur, Leon sent out Bahamut who have a smirk at said pokemon who only stared calmly and wisely in return. In a clash of light the two titans were now locked in a battle.

Ramos' Venasaur was one to stand still and take hits like an unmovable mountain, but unafraid to dish out damage in status effects as Bahamut chipped away and while there was a close call of Bahamut getting caught in those ancient vines, Leon had a solution for them in setting them ablaze to ultimately bring about the Venasaur's fall... or so he thought. Joker watched intently at the Venasaur as the Venasaur still stood and in one last clash of attack with Frenzy Plant and Blast Burn, the two dished out their attacks.

Seeing Frenzy Plant and Leon receive his badge and Ashe usher him to follow inspired the Floragato enough to want to learn the attack himself, although he'd learn later that he needed to evolve to do so from Tala and Merlin. It dampened his spirits, but as hopeful as he was, maybe there was a light in not evolving quite yet.

That being said, now with five badges, they'd need to head back down through Route 13 to Lumiose City and then north towards Laverre City which held the next gym and a place of interest for Ashe... but that could wait another day as they got dinner, let the pokemon rest, and went to explore the city.

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Shalour City -> TRAVELING -> Courmarine City !!

Ashe Team: Sylveon (Lucky), Delphox (Merlin), Absol (Mirage), Floragato (Joker), Lapras (Loch), Frosmoth (Omen).

Leon Team: Charizard (Bahamut), Aegislash* (Excalibur), Smaug (Dragapult), Leafeon (Tala), Urshifu (Miyagi), Inteleon (James).

Leon’s Progress: 5 out of 8 badges, No Elite Four Challenge yet.

Ashe’s Progress: 8 out of 8 badges, No Elite Four Challenge yet.

#keeping up with the latest on pokegram ;; updates #ashe ;; ic #leon ;; ic

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animerina · 3 years

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Wine for Freedom-15

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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Thranduil x F!Reader

Summary: The Reader is left with nothing but three bottles of wine after Smaug destroys Laketown and somehow becomes Thranduil’s new brewmaster.

Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. This started as a one shot and ended up as a full story. You can read the rest on A03.

All Italics are Elvish.

Chapter 15: The Greatest Gift

It was a marvel at just how fast the King’s healers could be assembled. They already had Y/N laid out on her bed and were swiftly brewing some concoction as well as trying to keep Thranduil calm. They’d been through this once and miraculously she’d pulled through, but they needed to determine the underlying cause of this illness. A knock on the door startled the king who demanded to know who it was.

Bard entered worried about the sudden exit Thranduil and Y/N had made. He froze seeing the woman laid out. She was breathing but was clearly unconscious. He approached Thranduil, but stopped when he audibly growled.

“Your people are worried, my king. What has happened?”

“She is ill,” Thranduil grumbled out in frustration. He felt so powerless unable to do anything to stop this. Why her? Why did she suffer so?

“Will she be-,” Bard began but was interrupted by Thranduil.

“No one seems to know.”

“You should calm your people. I will stay until you return.”

“I will not leave her,” Thranduil argued.

“There is unrest, my king!” Bard pressed. “It would only be for a moment. If anything changes, I will send for you.”

Though he was reluctant to leave, Thranduil knew Bard was right and left to address the guests. Bard took a seat next to Y/N wondering just what had happened. She had mentioned this illness before, but according to the healers, this was different than the last time. Bard, momentarily forgetting this was Thranduil’s queen and not just his friend, felt her forehead and was thankful she was not feverish. The healers eyed him, but said nothing.

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Everything was blurry when I opened my eyes and I blinked several times to clear my vision. I heard people around me but my eyes locked onto Bard’s above me.

“What happened?” I groaned out. My head was pounding and I felt slightly nauseous as I tried sitting up. Bard’s arms steadied me as I settled in the bed. The physical contact made the healers around us freeze momentarily, but they quickly went back to what they were doing.

“You fainted,” he explained.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked worriedly.

“Nearly a half hour, I’d say.”

“Oh,” I said surprised. “Do they know what is wrong with me?”

One of the healers approached us, but as he got closer, I got more nauseous and had to cover my mouth, swallowing bile down. I groaned and lay back against the pillows. The elf smiled sheepishly at me before handing me a steaming cup.

“Drink this, Tarí nin. You will feel much better,” he said. The elf hesitantly faced Bard and bowed to him.

“King Bard, I must respectfully ask you to step outside for a moment. I must speak to the Queen in private.”

Bard looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it and stood to leave.

“If you need anything, I will be outside. I will send for King Thranduil.”

The healer nodded in thanks before facing me again.

“May I speak freely, Tarí nin?” He asked.

Nodding I motioned for him to continue anxious for him to tell me what was wrong.

“This is not the same illness that previously plagued you, Tarí nin. In fact, this is no illness at all. I give you and King Thranduil my congratulations. You are with child.”

I nearly dropped the cup I was sipping from at his words. It made sense, but it was impossible for it to happen so quickly. We’d only been married for a short while and I would have noticed, wouldn’t I? Little details came to me and I realized I wasn’t getting sick, I was pregnant.

“Tarí nin?” The healer asked worriedly. “Are you alright?”

“I need Thranduil,” I managed to utter.

“Of course. He will be here shortly,” he bowed and left the room. I couldn’t place the look on his face, but I felt he was judging me somehow.

Nervously, I kept drinking the bitter drink they had given me. It did seem to help calm myself and I no longer felt the urge to vomit. Part of me was excited. I’d never really thought of having a family before I came here, but the thought was nice. I liked children and this one would be mine to love and care for. However, I worried about the future. How long would I live to see them grow? Would they be accepted? My mind kept thinking of Thranduil’s son, Legolas. Surely he wouldn’t be fine with this, would he? I hadn’t even met him yet, and now I was having his sibling. I wanted to cry at the mix of emotions I felt, but instead just kept sipping away. How would Thranduil even feel about this, I wondered.

Just as I thought of him, he rushed in through the doors, robes billowing around him. He looked relieved to see me awake, but his resolve broke when he saw the worried look on my face.

“What is it?” He demanded, fear evident in his tone.

“I think you should sit for this, love.”

“Are you-,” his voice cracked and he couldn’t manage to finish his question.

In a rush to relieve him, I hurriedly answered his unfinished question. “I am with child,” I managed to say.

He blinked several times before a smile broke out on his face. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair lovingly. A kiss was laid against my temple as we lay together.

“Are you happy, meleth?” His voice was soft as he asked.

“In a bit of shock, but I want this. I want to have this baby with you,” I admitted. My hand fell to my stomach and Thranduil settled his there as well. It was amazing just how calm the king made me feel especially when I was torn about something. I dared not bring up Legolas for now, but I knew everything would be fine as long as I had Thranduil.

“Won’t this ruin things up with the coronation in Spring? I’ll be showing by then.”

“We are already married. It matters little.” He stroked the material over my stomach.

“Did I cause a commotion?” I asked worried about the festival.

“It is managed,” he continued. “Worry not, Y/N.”

“We should get back,” I whispered against his lips.

“No, I do not think so,” he replied before kissing me. “We should bathe.”

I hummed and let him roll the two of us over so that I was laying across his chest. His hands drifted down and slowly pulled the skirt of the dress up.

“Perhaps we should get dirty before bathing,” I suggested.

“Oh melda, is that really what you want?” He groaned out as he rocked his hips. “We should be careful.”

“We will be,” I hissed as his hands found my skin.

“I shall have to be gentle with you,” Thranduil said hotly against my skin and it made me shiver.

I pushed myself up so that I was straddling him, my hands pulling at the fastenings on his chest. “Ge melin.”

“Ge melin, Y/N.”

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When I woke, it was morning and I was tangled in Thranduil’s arms, his hand cupping my stomach. I wondered how long it would be until I started showing. Thranduil was already awake and looked like he had been for a while.

“Did you decide to forgo your duties?”

“Only for the moment, my darling. I am simply enjoying the morning with my wife and my child. Am I allowed that pleasure?”

“Always,” I laughed.

He pulled me closer for a kiss before sitting up. “But I regretfully must leave you,” he sighed. “I shall see you this evening.”

“A busy day?”

“When is it not,” he grumbled tiredly as he got up.

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I saw Bard upon entering the sitting room where breakfast was being served. I smiled and padded over to greet him, taking my seat next to him. Just as I was about to speak, he froze in his movements before a smile broke out on his face.

“I know that look,” he said.

“What look?” I questioned.

“The look you have now. That’s the look my wife,” he caught his breath and audibly swallowed before managing to continue. “That’s the look she had when she would tell me she was carrying.”

My eyes watered at his admission and I reached for his hands, a smile also growing on my face. I nodded hurriedly to confirm his suspicion.

“My congratulations to you both. Is this why you were ill?”

“It appears so. I thought I was coming down with something, but it turns out-well, you know,” I giggled out. “I was nervous, but I feel better now.”

“King Thranduil is happy, I assume?”

“Oh very,” I confirmed. “I think he was more excited than I was.”

“You will make a wonderful mother. Who else knows?”

“Just you and the healers, but I do plan on telling everyone before an announcement is made,” I said. Though I was excited to tell my friends, it seemed I couldn’t find anyone this morning. Calanthe was missing this morning, though I assumed she was wherever Elros was. My guards had been dismissed since I wasn’t leaving the main wing, and Galion had not fetched Thranduil this morning. Everything seemed a bit off, but I attributed it to the festivities last night.

“When are you heading back, Bard?”

“Tomorrow morning, unfortunately. Though we have greatly enjoyed our time here, it is time to go back to Dale.”

“I shall miss you.”

“We will see each other again soon,” he assured me.

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On my way back to my chambers, I stumbled upon the tail end of Thranduil’s coat turning around the corner. Giggling to myself, I thought I could sneak up and surprise him so I followed the trail as silently as I could. Thranduil had a quick stride when he wasn’t slowing down for me making the current task difficult. He stopped suddenly and I heard him speak. I was going to answer, but then realized it was Sindarin and I had very little idea what he just said.

Another voice responded and I recognized it as the healer that attended me the night before. There was a few words I could make out between the two, but I could tell it was a heated conversation and Thranduil was quickly growing angry. Their voices echoed off the walls, Sindarin being thrown back and forth, and then the healer nearly shouted in Westron.

“You cannot be certain the child is yours, Aran nin!”

“How dare you!” Thranduil shouted back.

“The way King Bard looked at her. The way she looked at him. And when I told her she was with child, she looked scared as if she knew,” he pleaded with Thranduil to listen.

I felt my stomach drop and the sudden urge to vomit overwhelm me. At least Thranduil didn’t seem to believe the elf, but the idea that he thought I was unfaithful was horrible.

“You have no idea what we have been through,” Thranduil seethed. “That you would accuse your queen, my wife!”

Not knowing whether to run away as fast as possible or comfort Thranduil, my mind was made up when the healer decided to insult me again. I turned the corner, pushing past Thranduil so that I was face to face with the healer whose face fell the moment he saw me. This was something I was uncomfortable with, but I was angry and upset, and Thranduil was right. After everything we had been through together, I would never hurt him in any way, and here was one of his servants trying to convince him that the child I carried was Bard’s.

“I would just like to say that I am pained by your words, but I have been faithful to my king. King Bard is a friend who is more like family than anything else. Not that it is any of your concern, but I felt I must say something since you seem so convinced the child I carry is not his.”

Turning towards Thranduil who was stunned as he looked upon me, I bowed before making my exit. Laying my hand on his arm, I spoke.

“Sorry for intruding, meleth. I will see myself back.”

Thranduil’s strong grip stopped me before I could leave.

“I will handle this and then I will take you back to our room, meleth nin,” he forced out against my temple. “Wait for me by the window.” He lifted his face and pointed at the healer who stood by uncomfortably.

“No one insults my wife.”

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kumqu4t · 3 years

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In (Gold) Sickness and In Health

Pairing: Human Female!Reader/Thorin

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

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

Warnings: Violence and injuries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you weren’t.

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

There was no answer. The universe was silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No sleep was had that night.

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

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

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

You saw Thorin, fighting Azog on the ice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thorin was here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thorin,” you rasped. “You are here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The eagles were coming. And all was well.

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

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drakonig · 2 years

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Something worth ignoring from the stereotypical thought that any dragon will attack you or any villain dragon will only try to kill you, is the fact that that mentality forms a strong barrier from anyone wanting to interact with Smaug. So allow me to write down (and hopefully further elaborate later on once I’m settled in my computer again) a few thoughts I’ve been having regarding interaction. I’ll keep this as a headcanon for easy access and I’ll add this to my carrd after exploring these thoughts further.

1) He’s not interested in making friends, but he’s not interested in making enemies either. Smaug finds friendships and any type of close bond to be a possible weakness, he lacks understanding of empathy and pity, along with the thought someone once struck in his mind that ‘anyone close to you is merely trying to control and tame you’. As for enemies, he’s far too reckless and self-absorbed to consider anyone a threat. This behavior, rp speaking, can lead to repetitive scenarios that I would rather avoid just to try and keep interactions different and fresh. Feel free to take this attitude from him as an opening for competitive rivalry or just generally snarky relationships.

2) He will always approach for his own interests. Whether he is curious on something he noticed on your muse, something he sensed, something he was told, showed, or given. Or if he’s in need of other things such as guidance, education, mentoring or even just amusement, it will still be focused on his own gain. He will very rarely approach someone out of worry or genuine kindness. If he’s ever to do a favor for you in a time of need, he will be asking for payback (whether a favor in return, money, or something else you’re willing to offer to him).

3) When he’s given the opportunity, he will try to bring out the worst of your muse. This could be by confrontation, dwelling into painful truths, manipulation, psychological torture, etc. While this can very much backfire should anyone do the same thing to Smaug, he will actively deny it and turn the dagger back to you. There is a way to get him to break, but I’m not sharing it :) Other than that, feel free to have your muse completely ignore what he says and either mislead him, answer sarcastically, or if you would like the angst then I suppose you could let Smaug win this one.

4) He will rarely want to kill your muse. Unless we plot things more than just a vague “what if” idea, know that Smaug will always prefer to toy around with your muse in any possible way rather than straight up killing them. Not to mention I will never just let Smaug do that without any warning. This being said, however, if provoked and within reason for the muse, then he will not only attack but aim for the death of your muse (as mentioned, with a previous warning from my end). For some reason I’m also just not interested in these kinds of plots anyway.

5) Realistically, he can be easily befriended, and it’s not all about praise. I know that’s how it kinda was in the movie with Bilbo and in general how their conversation went down in the book. But it also gets repetitive when people aim to praise and please Smaug just to avoid his wrath. It’s not about acting recklessly in front of him either, but in general finding the right balance of the two? If that makes sense. I’ll give a lil hint: make him see you as an equal.

6) It’s rare, if not impossible, for him to truly fall in love. Since I know there’s people interested in shipping, and I got the feeling I’ve made a separate post for this before but anyway. Thinking back of the first point of this list, it’s very difficult to form a meaningful bond with Smaug, and even more so if it’s a romantic one. Is it difficult to get him to date your muse? Nope. He will absolutely jump into relationships without thinking as long as it satisfies his own interests, but this doesn’t mean he loves your muse. It takes a lot and I mean A LOT of plotting for this to really happen in a genuine way without forcing anything and letting the ship happen “on its own”.

Maybe this is more so a deal of mine, but after some real bad experiences with shipping I’ve become very picky with this as well. While I love shipping and in general enjoy all the shenanigans and headcanons that can grow from a relationship between muses, it still takes a lot for things to truly happen. Even if it’s a ship that by concept I enjoy and would like to develop, if my muse is not feeling it, then it won’t happen and I refuse to ever force myself into shipping just to please my writing partners ever again.

Back to the topic though, it takes plenty of patience as well for Smaug to be understood in general. His actions are unpredicted and unfortunately due to his corrupted nature, he also comes off as an emotionally toxic partner. It takes effort from both parties (or more, if there is ever a poly ship interest) to understand this hard process and how to break those bad habits from Smaug and teach him to do better. He literally needs to heal from his own damage while also accepting the fact many things about him will remain basically corrupted. Despite the huge side of angst within shipping though, I refuse to let him reach a level of abuse that could become dangerous (as well as triggering).

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#( * » headcanons.#( * » study.#honestly? I dont know if any ofthis makes sense #but here I am. typing it down and posting it #I am working on drafts and this came to mind #I figured I might as well make a post about it to make it hopefully easier for people to know how to interact with smaug?#;w; I know hes an asshole of a dragon but its okay!#my laptop is about to die but I wanted to quickly add one more thing in the tags:#its okay to start writing as if your muse and mine had already met!#while maybe not best friends unless previously plotted #im more than okay with skipping first meetings as those can be the most repetitive #okay I will be on mobile and this time I will be answering messages dkfjdgf #Im so sorry for being so quiet and so slow!

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Hero of your own fate

Chapter 10

A.N. - I got really into the lore while writing this chapter so I thought it would be interesting to talk about it with the dwarves. Plus how else am I supposed to tell Fili and Kili about guns

Word count - 2,223

Pairings - Thorin x Fem!Reader

Warnings - war, death, mental illness, self doubt

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-Your POV-

It was a few hours before you decided to return to the company. Thorin made good on his word everyone was dressed in their proper attire and the troublesome two were on their best behaviour. He gave a gentle nod in your direction causing a fresh wave of red to flush your face. Kili looked like he was going to say something but was rather aggressively elbowed by Dwalin before a single syllable left his lips.

“Did ye find anything good to read in the library lass?” Dwalin asked as you took your place on your bedroll. He was looking for a way to keep conversation away from what happened earlier.

“Not really most of it was in Sindarin which isn't really helpful when you’ve only heard a few words spoken.” You shrugged.

“Typical elves.” Fili grumbled causing the rest of the dwarves to mumble in agreement. Bifur took this moment to pass you a plate of something.

“Ablâg” he gestured moving his hand to his mouth. The plate was full of a collection of meats and cheeses and some bread. The food had gone quite cold but you didn’t mind. Apparently, the elves had delivered food to the company instead of summoning you all to dine together while you were away.

“Thank you, Bifur.” You smiled at the friendly dwarf. “Lord Elrond was kind enough to teach me some of his history when he found me staring at one of the murals. It just seems so amazing that you have confirmation of your creators and nobody thought to tell me Gandalf is a lesser-god.” At this the company looked at you confused. Every single one of them. It felt like their eyes were staring into your soul. “Did you lot not know he was a Miar?” It took a few moments before anyone responded.

“Aye. That we knew” Gloin finally chimed in. “What do you mean confirmation of our creators?”

“Lord Elrond said that Eru created elves and men, one awakening with the stars and the other when the sun was created. He also said that Dwarves were created by Aulë and you slumbered deep underground until after the Elves awakened during the age of stars. He also said that these Valar live in the Undying Lands and something about the elves being able to cross the sea to reach Valinor.” Not a single member of the company had looked in another direction since you began speaking. Even Bombur had stopped chewing whatever he was eating at that particular moment. Anxiety hit you like a ton of bricks. You had started so confident but now it felt like you were talking nonsense. “I think that’s what he said.”

“Lass did your parents not teach you this when you were little?” Bofur spluttered out, tack never had been his strong suit. Gandalf took this moment to finally interrupt the conversation with his arrival. He had an uncanny knack for interrupting conversations precisely when they needed him.

“It would have been hard for them to seeing as they wouldn’t know it themselves” Gandalf cut in. “Our y/n is not of our world master dwarf. She comes from a land very different from this one. A world untouched by Eru himself. A world without great evil but full of selfishness and greed.”

“But who made you and your kin?” Fili directed the questioning back to you. There was a hum of agreement from all of the dwarves except Thorin, who once again refused to look in your direction. You glanced at Gandalf for more help but the wizard had already made himself comfy puffing away on his pipe.

“Well, we don’t really know.” Everyone seemed thoroughly dissatisfied by that answer. “We have theories and dozens of religions but mainly people decide based on the information available, what aligns with their moral compass as well as how and where they were raised. It varies from person to person especially in the modern era where science tells us more about our past than ever before and people are less likely to be persecuted for their beliefs.” That answer seemed to satisfy the majority of the company.

A select few wanted to know more. Fili, Kili, Ori, Bofur, Oin, and Bilbo all got up to sit near you to find out more. Ori brought his book and wanted to write everything you said down, it almost seemed like a fantasy story to him. Oin wanted to know everything about the scientific advancements especially in terms of medical treatments. Not that you were very knowledgeable in that subject but you knew some basic first aid which you told him. He was very happy to hear that and quickly recruited you to be an apprentice healer for the company. To you that meant so much, you were no longer useless, you had a purpose on this quest. Maybe Thorin wouldn’t consider you a burden anymore. The others mainly enjoyed hearing stories from another world especially the technology.

-Thorin’s POV-

The moment Gandalf had said “untouched by Eru” Thorin’s heart dropped. If your existence was not influenced by one of the creators then there is no way Mahal could have made you Thorin’s one. It would be impossible. Yet Thorin couldn’t deny the way he felt about you. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before. I was like there was a physical tie attaching the two of you. He dreamt of your beauty. He wanted to be close by at all times, to share in your happiness. He wanted to protect you, to keep you safe and healthy. He wanted you to want him. No, it wasn’t a want it was a need for those things. He felt the same way that Dis had mentioned feeling when she first met Vili. He was so sure that you were his one that he would have bet all of the gold in Erebor on it and yet here he was.

Every mention of your world stung. He hoped the quiet chatter would drown it out, take his mind away from the mysterious girl who had enchanted him. Yet his nephew seemed insistent on learning more about the weaponry from your world and the things you called guns. In different circumstances he would have loved to learn about ways to better protect his people yet now he just couldn’t stomach it.

With everyone occupied Thorin to the opportunity to leave. He waited until he was out of earshot before he began cursing Mahal. To Thorin it seemed he had been cursed with only misery and pain in his life. It had been far too many years since to joy of his youth, with his whole family around him. Before the dragon sickness tormented his grandfather, before Smaug killed his mother and took Erebor, before the battle of Azanulbizar took three generations of his family from him. He had no time to grieve, he had to look after his young sister and lead his people to prosperity. To work hard, to provide, to make a better life. Now that his end goal seemed within reach it seemed Mahal had taken it upon himself to land another blow by making his one a woman who can’t possibly have him as her one. To him it seemed unnecessarily cruel.

Thorin was unsure how long he had been aimlessly wandering lost in his thoughts. It was now late into the evening with the stars high in the sky. From a small flicker of light, a woody smell, and the sound of cheer he could tell the company had decided to have a late supper though where they got the food he did not know. One of them must have found the location of the kitchen. Likely the hobbit, even Thorin had to admit Bilbo could find food even in a mine, he could give Bombur a run for his money.

He settled on a balcony overlooking Rivendell just around the corner from the rather jovial group. Thorin wasn’t sure if he could face you just yet, the fact that you were nervous around him seemed to be a blessing in disguise. It wasn’t long before his peace and quiet was disturbed, Bilbo had stumbled upon his place of solitude. Though it seemed the hobbit hadn't realised that just yet.

“The throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birth right. What is it you fear?” Thorin knew the elf doubted them the moment he learned of the quest. Gandalf should know it would be no use reasoning with an elf. They sought to stop the dwarves becoming great hubs of power at every opportunity they could. Erebor was the mightiest kingdom of them all and it would be again if the quest was successful. Thorin took a step forward focussing on the conversation, causing Bilbo to become aware of his presence.

“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?” It seemed that Mahal hadn’t wounded Thorin enough that night. Thorin shared those doubts though he would never tell a soul, yet to hear another voice those concerns cut deeper than any physical wound. After all he had done, after everything he achieved for his people his reputation revolved around his grandfather's illness.

“Oi people can hear you!” Came a shout from the balcony below. “If you’re going to talk about people at least go where they can’t hear you.”

-Your POV-

You had been looking for Bilbo to offer him another plate before Bombur took it. You found him quickly and noticed Thorin was with him. Both looking out over the city of waterfalls. It wasn’t until you followed their gaze did you notice Lord Elrond and Gandalf talking below. The moment you heard the wizard mention Thorin the noise of the company seemed to fall away, you were shocked to hear of Elrond’s doubts. Especially since they were being expressed out in the open. Your opinion on the pair immediately flipped and in that moment you felt you understood why the dwarves hated elves so much.

Your mouth worked faster than your brain. Before you knew it you had shouted at your host but in your anger you felt no shame. The pair hurried off together into a room out of sight. When your attention returned to Bilbo and Thorin you saw only a shocked hobbit and a heartbroken dwarf at the top of the stairs.

“They had no right to say those things about you Thorin” This was the first moment you had seen a hint of weakness in the dwarf king. They had clearly struck a nerve.

“They had every right.” There was no anger in his voice only sadness. You felt his pain and it cut deep. You wanted to hold him to let him voice his troubles. To help lighten the weight of all that he carries yet you held back. Why would a king trust you, you knew he doubted you and your motives but you could not bring yourself to leave him like this. Slowly you made your way up to the balcony and took your place besides Bilbo leaning against the railings.

“I see there’s a stigma around mental illness here too. I wish people would realise that its nothing to be ashamed of.” You sighed likely realising what you were saying was falling on deaf ears. “I don’t know what happened to your grandfather or father but you can't fear what hasn’t happened yet. If you do then the anxiety spirals out of control until you can no longer get out of bed.” You didn’t dare look at either of them. What had started with you trying to be reassuring had begun turning into a type of therapy for you. “It ran in my family too and I know how much it sucks knowing that all the sadness and worry is coded into your genes but its better knowing and being prepared. I can guarantee every single one of those dwarves down there will help and support you if or when you need them”

You finally decided to turn to Thorin and look him straight in the eyes. It was a bold move and you knew it but you needed to covey how important this was to you. His gaze lacked his usual intensiveness but he did not look away. “You cannot let fear hold you back.” He seemed to be grateful for those words. He gave you a small nod and sighed.

“Then we must leave before they can stop us!” It was only then you were able to look away. The strong self-assured dwarf king was back. “Bilbo take a few dwarves and head to the kitchens. Take foods that will last us on the road. I do not know when we will get an opportunity like this again. Be quick but stay out of view. Y/n start gathering your things. It might be worth changing back into your travelling clothes.” He motioned to the elven dress you were still wearing. Your clothes should be dry enough now that changing wouldn’t be an issue. “We must make haste if we are to be gone by the time the sun rises.”

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decadentenemyturtle · 3 years

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The Great Unknown

Part 24

Pairing: Thorin x Reader, mentioned Robin Hood x Regina Mills

Words: 4022

Warnings: Mention of murder, dead people, bad language.

Crossover of The Hobit and Once Upon a Time!

All the parts of The Great Unknown!

You ran silently towards burning Laketown, your heart in your stomach. There was no sight of Smaug anywhere, and the two elves had confirmed that they didn't see or hear any big animal, or creature for the matter, in the sky that could have lit the town on fire. So, either the dragon was already dead, or the town had been set on fire by someone else. But who had done it exactly was still unsure for the trio.

The last twenty minutes or so felt like eternity. And when you finally got to the road that led to the town on water, you could see dead orcs and men lying on the wooden road on water. You quickly counted five dead men and one woman, and six orcs. All dead, their lifeless bodies laying face down on the water or staring to the sky above on the wooden road, not seeing anything. And after seeing the lifeless bodies, something sifted in you, clenching your heart.

This was, no doubt, an orc raid. But why? Because of your friends? Had the dwarves been here, and by accident, led the orcs here? Or had the orcs lost the sight and track of your friends and thought that they had escaped in the Lakedown, killing everyone on their way and set the town on fire?

You were still a leopard as you walked the burning streets of Laketown. There were no soul in this town. No screaming, crying, pleading of help to be heard. Nothing but the cracking of fire or the burning woord craking and finally giving up, collapsing down. You didn't know these people living in this town, yet you felt your heart beating harder, clenching like someone was holding it in his hand and squeezing it with all their might. They might be all dead, for all you knew. Some of them might have managed to escape, but where? There were few dead bodies of men, women and even children, and orcs here and there, but not as many as you might have expected. And then Tauriel stopped and motioned you and Legolas to stop. And you did.

And then you saw him. A male, standing alone on street, staring at something ahead of him, yet hidden from your sight. And then the wind carried his fainth smell to your nose. And you took a shaky breath.

"Impossible" you said with a shaky voice, taking a step towards this person. Legolas and Tauriel lowered their eyes to you, seemingly understanding what you had just said. And before neither of them could ask you anything, you bolted towards this man. And when he noted that something was running towards him, you let the magic sircle you, change your form. And little by little your running slowed as your steps from leopard turned into a human's.

"Grandpa!" you finally shouted and then the males face fell as he recognized you, his face showing multiple emotions in few seconds. And yet he opened his arms, keeping his walking stick on his other arm. And you ran to his arms, sirckling your hands around his middle, sob leaving from your lips as tears started to fall down from your eyes. And he closed his arms around you, his wooden walking stick touching your back like it always would when he hugged you. For the first time in ages you felt like you were home. This, this simple hug, was the closest thing you knew for safest place and what was nearest you could ever call home.

"Oh my little singing bird, I thought we had lost you for good" the older man cried, pressing his nose to your dirty hair. The two elves got closer to you, knowing that this man was good - with bad history, but still good. They could see his fea, which was now brighter with a memory of its darker days, what were now gone forever. And the fact how you acted after seeing him, they knew he was important to you. And Legolas knew, that with this man's help, he could help his cousin regain her memory. And just as they got closer to them, this man lifted his eyes to them and the young girl turned her buffy, teary eyes to them.

"It's OK" you reassured the older man, to calm the situation. "Grandpa, meet my friend Tauriel" the red headed nodded to the human "and my ... err... might-be-cousin Legolas" the blond nodded his head and was ready to have earfull or defend himself from this human. But, instead, he got an nod from this man. "Tauriel, Legolas, meet a man and powerfull sorcerer from Stoorybrook, my grandfather, Rumpelstiltskin, or Rumble for a short" And just then did Legolas and Tauriel truly understand. He was her kind, an human from another world. Her kin, a person she trusted, probably even more than she trusted to the two of them.

Legolas took a step towards them, put his hand to his heart and bowed a little. And when he rose to meet this man's eyes, he could see understanding, the same passion to want to protect someone he cared about.

"I know now isn't the best of the times, but we have a lot to discuss about her" Legolas said, nodding towards you. Rumble looked a little down you, a faint of an smile on his lips. Then he turned back to Legolas.

"Indeed there is. But, I believe we have more important things at hands. A group of orcs attacked this town, and while myself and my companion's were able to take them all down with the townsfolk, alongside with their leader - if the biggest one of them was suppose to be their leader - we have no idea why they attacked" Rumble answered. Legolas nodded and then he turned to look around them, looking for the dead orc. When he turned back to Rumble, he turned to one of the roads. "The biggest one is dead just behind that building. Two of our best warriors took it down. And few of our women took the townsfolk safe to our town, Stoorybroke"

A relief ran in the three travellers. Most of the townsfolk were safe. "Altought these people fought hard, I... Well, I believe their leader died while he tried to save his gold and other richess. I believe he even got rid of few of his workers in order to save the gold" You grimaced and Legolas' and Tauriel's faces turned grimm. The leader of this town would really put richess above his workers and the people who lived in here. That was just disgusting and disrespecful. It wasn't right to think, that it was a good thing that he was dead, but still, you couldn't help but think that he had deserved it.

"The orcs were chasing down a group of dwarves, who are friends of (Y/n)'s. She and the dwarves were trespassing in on our lands, and the dwarves were taken as prisoners. Back then we did not know of her existence. As the dwarves told us, they had lost sight of (Y/n) at somepoint in the forest and they had been ended up apart from each other. Myself and Legolas found her just today, when the dwarves escaped from our dungeon and were chazed down by these orcs" Tauriel tells to Rumble, who in turn frowns and nods.

"Our home, the forest you can see afar, is surrounded by magic that can confuse one's mind. I am not exactly sure why that is, but if I have understood it correctly, it is because of our oldest enemy's dark magic" Legolas answers to Rumble's unasked question. Rumble swallows and nods.

"I believe this strong enemy of yours is currently somewhere in the forest. I can feel dark, one of the most malice-like bearing somewhere in there. Not close to us, but still, it is in there. And I can feel powerfull light in there, not like sun in the sky, but a light of ones heart. Her power shines brighter than any light has shone directly to my eye. I wonder how powerfull her light would be, if she stood right next to me?" Rumble says, while staring at the far of the forest, where he had been staring before meeting the three of you. While Legolas and Tauriel exhange worried looks, you look up to your grandpa, horrified. Then you turned to look at the forest. You knew what was in that direction, and just what kind of an enemy had been keeping an fortress in the old ruins in the forest.

And then you swallowed. That was where Gandalf had went before you stepped into the darkness of Mirkwood, that was where Thorin's father had been held captive all these years, and that was where the old dwarf had died. That was where your possible father-in-law had died. Your face fell even more as you thought of Thorin, who had been looking for his father all those years, keeping some kind of hope in his heart that his father was still alive. And you knew, that Gandalf was enough of an covard to not to tell the truth to Thorin, and how it fell to you to dig the truth from the old wizard and pass the news to Thorin. You knew Thorin would never really forgive you, even when he already knew that his father was in the old ruins and would not make it out alive. And there was the fact that that was where Sauron had showed himself after all these years, where Galadriel, Elrond and Saruman had fought against him and his nine ghostly ring bearers.

You knew that this world was in danger, but you also knew that your knowledge couldn't save this world from the darkness. Or, well, it could, but this world had to find it's own way to help itself.

And there would be people, who would lose their lives during these years, or even decades. Numerous lives, from every race. You knew how to stop Sauron, but it was not in your hands to show the way. Deep in your heart you knew, that all of the races had to face these losses, find a way to work with their kind and with other races, and work together against this strong enemy and trust each other, no matter how hard it was. Because, in the end, there would be people, who would go against this strong enemy. There was a possibility that you wouldn't be alive anymore when this would happen. And the fact was... you were not a saviour of this world. You could only help to fight the current situtation, help to fight against the last dragon, somewhat help to see the bigger problem and enemy of this world without giving the name out loud or spilling the whole truth.

You were not Gandalf.

You were not a hero or a saviour of this world.

And in order to the races to trust more eachother, they had to face Sauron. And to trust eachother, they had to see the problem themselves, to feel it themselves. A child does not learn, if you do not let him learn himself first. Knowing this was a reason you knew you couldn't be the one, who would spill the beans of the enemy, to be the one who would be marked as a hero and saviour.

You were...You were you, (Y/n), daughter of Regina and Robin, daughter of Glorfindel and Sarael. You had to protect the people and animals from the enemy, not to destroy him. It was not your destiny, what had been planned out for you.

"... But there was a small group of dwarves running through the streets at some point, but I had no time to take a good look at them. The town was already in chaos, and we had to get the people safe and take down the orcs, all the while out watching for the fire and trying to save the people from the burning houses" you heard your grandpa say. You had zoned out while lost in your thoughts and missed their talking. You looked up to Rumble, and just then did he look down at you. "We could not save everyone, unfortunately. There was only handfull of us, and too many things to do at the same time" You nodded and lowered your eyes back to the dirty, wooden road. It wasn't their fault that some of the people had died. They had done their best, and Tauriel even pointed that out, thanking Rumble for their efforts for saving as many people as possible.

And just as Tauriel had finished, you started to hear loud talking. Your head jerked up to the direction of the sound. You recognised the voices, who they belonged to. And tears were growing to your eyes, again, as soon as your brain registered just who these voice's belonged to. After so many months, you had finally met your granfather, and now you could meet your friends, uncles, and your father. When the group appeared to your sight, you saw your father leading the Merry Men, the Seven dwarves right next to them, Emma and Captain Hook, their daughter Ruth and son Leo, Roland and Henry, David, Big sis Red and Tinkerbell walking towards you. Seeing them left you breathless. You took a step towards them, then second one, and when one of the Merry uncles saw you, you let out a scream and ran towards them. And just then did your father turn towards you.

"DAD!" you screamed from the depth of your lungs. His face fell even more, and he let out some sort of an sob and laugh before hoisting his bow to his shoulder and started running towards you. When the two of you met, you jumped to his neck, and his hands went around your back. And you both cried. Seeing your grandpa had been an relief and bringing some happiness and feeling of safety to you, but now when you where hugging your father, you knew you were safe. Now everything was almost fine. You just needed to see your mother to finish the sircle.

And then there were more hands surrounding you two as your uncle Merries and your brothers Henry and Roland circled you to hug you, all of them crying of relief too see you alive and fine. After all these months, they had finally found their lost little sister and princess.

You didn't know how long you stayed in their arms, being welcomed back home, to safety, until they let go of you. Your father took a good look at you, his eyes being as teary as they could. And after a few seconds, he cupped your cheek and let out a sob, before a small smile grew on his face.

"Months you were lost from us, and look at you now. You are a woman, an hero with hidden power" he praised you, tears still falling from his eyes. And you smiled. This man, your father, saw your little changes and was still proud of you. He saw the hero in you, before you even knew that you were one. And he knew you had an hidden talent, without even seeing it or without you telling anything about it. However he did it, you did not know.

"Well, I have gained a new.. or, well... I found my old life and the magical talent that comes with it after arriving here. And, I found out something interesting about my... past life before Stoorybrook. Buuuut, I still need to confirm it, and I'm not quite sure how to do it" you said and your father raised his brow, as did Roland and the Merry uncle's, and pretty much every new person here. Expect Henry, who as a writer already knew about it.

"So, she finally knows how to burn people alive?" Leo half-whispered, earning an loud slap to his head from someone, probably from his sister, or from his father. You just rolled your eyes and then answered the question that everyone had. Only your grandpa had seen it, but he had not been in a state where he could actually link it to a magic. Or, then he already had done so, but had not said anything. Or, then he had, when you hadn't been listening to him and the two elves earlier. Well, anyway, now you were going to spill the beans in front on everyone - and oh Goodie, you had to do this like billions times over when you'd get back home Stoorybrooke.

"I still don't know how to do that, or use magic in any other ways than-" you began, as you let the magic circle you, and then, in middle of your sentence you turned into a husky. Everyones eyes were glued to you. And it was silent for a few seconds, before Grumby pointed a finger at you and turned to look at others next to him "She just turned into a dog! Who did that?!" Some people, your grandpa being one of them, rolled their eyes.

"I believe she did it herself" David told matter of factly, looking at you smiling, like a proud father. Well, he was your half grandfather, so... Grumby looked at him and then down at you, his frown deepening. You walked to them, taking again your human form.

"I... well, better explain this now, but I have to keep this short and I hope you'll leave the questions for later" you said and waited for everyone to nod for understanding "As you all know, my parents, Robin and Regina, and my Merry uncles found me from the forest when I was a baby, and how Robin and Regina decided to adopt me when my real parent's didn't show up to reclaim me or how they could not be found. While I have been in this world, which is also called as Middle-Earth or Arda, I have found out why they didn't come and get me"

You took a few deep breath, and closed your eyes for a second. This felt horrible thing to tell, especially because your father was here, even when you knew that you had nothing to worry about. Seconds passed on before you could feel your fathers and grandfathers presen's behind you, and you lifted your eyes back to everyone infront of you. You could do this, and you knew that no matter what, everyone, including your father, would understand. And no one would hate you after hearing about your origins.

"After a few days I had come to this world, I turned into a husky, a dog you just saw. At first myself and my companion, 13 dwarves, a wizard named Gandalf and Bilbo from race of hobbits, thought it was because of Gandalf's magic, that... kind of happened because of an accident... and kind of because I had a fight with my... um... nevermind... But then we learned about a secret race of shape turning mayas - sort of spirits of this world - who guarded this world few thousand years ago. And their leader, or gueen or whatever, Sarael is believed to be my mother. And my father is an elf called Glorfindel. There are, for now, two facts confirming me to be their daughter. The first thing is the fact that I can use magic to turn myself into a animal, even when it took me for a quite long to figure it out how to use it. And the second fact is that the blond elf over there, also called Legolas, said that my fea, or soul is the same as Glorfindel's and Sarael's daughter's. And, as he put it, he is a cousin of mine" you continued telling your complicated history.

People from Stoorybrooke shared an look, before they turned to look at you and then Legolas. Then you felt your father wrap his arm around your shoulder, squeezing your shoulder, just as smiles started to break on the others faces. You turned to look up to your father, who smiled.

"I'm happy to hear, that you have found your family. Where are you other parent's?" Robin asked. He must have guessed that you had found someone special to you, but choose to ignore it. Your smiled dropped a little. You might know, who your parents were, but...

"Aut Sarael died at war against orcs about a thousand years ago, and before she died, she got (Y/n)'s fea safe. Glorfindel should be at Lothórien, annoying lady Galadriend and lord Celeborn. Or, that is where I last heard he should be, but if he has heard of (Y/n), he should be on his way to her" Legolas says. And then Tauriel frowns and turns to Legolas.

"But if lady Galadriel is in Dol Guldur, then Glorfindel must be there too. You know very well that blond haired drama queen loves dangerous situation's" Tauriel said with far too serious tone. You, with rest of the citizen of Stoorybrooke, stared at her with different mixture of disbilief.

"And here I thought he was a noble elf...." you mumbled. Legolas and Tauriel had heard this, and all they could do was to roll their eyes. Well, never make an first impression of an persion you have never met. You put on an note to your brains to lower all the possible images you had on your father, because, clearly he was not what you thought he would be. And after hearing Tauriel's little description, you weren't even sure what to expect from him.

One burning house collapsed behind you, and you all turned to look at it, a little starled. And you stared at it, being silent for some time.

"We should go back to Stoorybrooke. This town is evacuated, and the orcs have been killed. There's nothign left for us in here" David says, and the rest nod. Even Tauriel and Legolas seemed to be eager to go to this new town. Or go on their own way. You really didn't know, what those two were going to do now, since there were no living orcs to chase or hurt or poisoned dwarves to heal.

And then you thought about Thorin, and the rest of the company. Rumple had said that he had seen dwarves, but you weren't sure how many he had seen. Were they all alive, healthy, together? And more imprtantly, where were they?

You turned to look at the Lonely mountain and held your breath. You had lost your sence of time in the Woods, so you weren't sure when Durin's day was suppose to be. And then Henry was next to you, smiling like a mad man. You glared up at him. This man, your older brother, was the only one who could write your story, and who would know where your friends were.

"You go back to Stoorybrooke! Me and my sister are going to look for her One true love" Henry says and his grin was far to big. At the same time you wanted to kick him, and hug him. And your glare told as much to him, as his grin grew bigger.

"Well, I suppose you aren't the only one going to look for them" you heard captain Hook say. He, and few other of your friends and relatives gathered behind you, smiling like they had just learned a juicy secret. And you sighed. These were your friends. No matter where they were from.

"Well, alright then. One group with me to hunt these idiots down, the other one goes back to Stoorybrooke to make sure that everyone from this town is safe. And, someone looke for Bard. I need something black and pointy from his herbs. And someone, please, please tell my mother that I love her" you say. And then everyone puts on their best poker face.

"Well, about your mother....." your grandfather says, with the most serious look.

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Why Bilbo Baggins/Gandalf OTP

All right, here’s my big post on why Bilbo/Gandalf is OTP. This is half-joking but should include some genuinely valuable analysis! Much of this is cribbed from a paper I wrote in about queercoding in The Hobbit.

The Hobbit tarot deck has them as the Two of Cups, usually signifying soulmates and romantic attraction so this seems like a good image to start the post with... soulmate AU, anyone? XD

Without further ado:

Bilbo Baggins Big Queer

Usually when I see queer readings of Tolkien’s works, it’s centered on The Lord of the Rings, and for good reason. But I believe the most likely character to be queer in Tolkien’s work is in fact Bilbo Baggins. When reading Tolkien’s works with this idea in mind, Bilbo, Tolkien, and the world of Middle Earth take on a new dimension, especially The Hobbit.

Bilbo Baggins is an unusual Hobbit due to going off on his adventure to win back the Misty Mountains from the Dragon Smaug, but at the beginning of The Hobbit, it would seem that he should have represented an ideal wealthy landowning Hobbit in the eyes of his neighbors and family members. The narrator of even states that the Baggineses were highly respected. However, we know from the very end of the book that Bilbo was not particularly well-liked even before he ever did anything exceptional, by the eagerness with which his family members auctioned off his belongings and presumed him to be dead. It is not just jealously over his wealth that caused the other Hobbits to dislike him—his mother was Belladonna Took, and the Took family was known for going on adventures, though the narrator explains that after marrying Bilbo’s father, she never did anything unexpected again. Interestingly, the narrator suggests that “...although he looked and behaved exactly like a second edition of his solid and comfortable father, got something a bit queer in his make-up from the Took side, something that only waited for a chance to come out.” Also from this page, we know that other families of Hobbits thought that one of the Tooks had taken a “fairy wife” and that Tooks would occasionally disappear, but that their relatives would try to quiet the rumors. If you’re going 👀 at queer make-up and a fairy being mentioned, you should. These terms were already being used as queer signifiers and pejoratives in the 30s when Tolkien wrote The Hobbit, plus Tolkien was well... a philologist.

Enter Gandalf

So Bilbo’s Tookish side is being linked to his queerness, and the other Hobbits think the strange behavior of the Tooks might have been caused by one of them taking a “fairy wife.” Now, if you are very familiar with Tolkien’s works, you’ll know that the closest thing to a fairy that exists in that world is probably what Gandalf is—a spirit known as a Maia, which all the Wizards are. Maiar (that’s the plural) are usually conceived of by critics as angelic beings because they serve the gods and Abrahamic God equivalents, but they have fairy-like qualities as well. And Gandalf is going to serve as the catalyst who brings out Bilbo’s, well, queer side.

When Gandalf arrives in The Hobbit and introduces himself, Bilbo simultaneously gushes and rants about him, and gives special importance to Gandalf’s fireworks: “They used to go up like lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!” he says, and then the narrator remarks, “You will notice already that Mr Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers,” as if Bilbo’s secret desire to be unique and his love of flowers were of close to equal importance. Gandalf mentions that for the sake of the Old Took and “poor Belladonna” he will take Bilbo on an adventure. The only reason we are given for Belladonna Took being unfortunate in any way is that she was somehow repressed after being married. A critique of heteronormativity?

Bilbo turns Gandalf away and denies his not-so-well-hidden desire for an adventure but invites Gandalf to come have tea with him the next day, an action Bilbo himself does not understand. In fact, the Bilbo is so shaken by the invitation he himself gave that he thought “a drink of something would do him good after his fright,” despite this scene taking place right after breakfast . Gandalf is left standing outside of Bilbo’s house, laughing. He takes the “spike of his staff” (...!) and draws a “queer sign” (...!!!) on Bilbo’s door.

I think it’s worth noting that in Tolkien’s unfinished writings, Gandalf initially didn’t want to go to Middle-Earth. He feared Sauron and thought of himself as too weak to be a proper emissary, but that’s exactly why Gandalf was the right Maia for the job of protecting Middle-Earth. Gandalf’s origin was thus very much the same as Bilbo’s... he’s been through all of this reluctance, too.

The Two Together

After Bilbo’s adventure, he is ostracized, and the beginning of The Lord of the Rings makes it clear that he had “no close friends” among Hobbits, and that the only ones who appreciated him were young children who would not understand how he was non-normative, and poor Hobbits to whom Bilbo gave money. In fact, the narrative begins with an argument between the Gaffer and Mr. Sandyman about Bilbo’s and Frodo’s “queerness,” which includes Bilbo’s adoption of an heir as opposed to having children biologically. With a queer reading in mind, Bilbo’s request that Gandalf take care of Frodo makes Bilbo and Gandalf appear to be caregivers of an adopted heir.

The text that I feel makes it hard to deny that Bilbo Baggins is queer is a version of “The Quest for Erebor,” an unfinished account from Gandalf that gives his perspective on the journey of The Hobbit. “The Quest for Erebor” was written at the same time that Tolkien was working on The Lord of the Rings, but was not ultimately included as part of the narrative (only an abridged version was included in the appendixes of The Lord of the Rings). I will quote Gandalf’s words from the unabridged version, regarding his choosing Bilbo for the quest (emphasis mine):

I learned that he had never married. I thought that odd though I guessed why it was; and the reason that I guessed was not that most of the Hobbits gave me: that he had early been left very well off and his own master. No, I guessed that he wanted to remain 'unattached' for some reason deep down which he did not understand himself - or would not acknowledge, for it alarmed him. He wanted, all the same, to be free to go when the chance came, or he had made up his courage. I remembered how he used to pester me with questions when he was a youngster about the Hobbits that had occasionally 'gone off,' as they said in the Shire.

As one can see from this passage, Gandalf, who has a very close relationship to Bilbo, does not believe what would be the obvious explanation for Bilbo’s remaining a bachelor—that he was a wealthy landowner, and thus did not need to. Rather, Gandalf believed that it was Bilbo’s latent desire for adventure that led to his never marrying. As I have pointed out, the call to adventure is connected to queerness. Gandalf also quotes other Hobbits as referring to those who had adventures as having “gone off.” To “go off” obviously indicates leaving the Shire to go somewhere else, but this phrase could also mean exploding (and fireworks, something that Bilbo remembered Gandalf for, go off), or to go bad—in the sense of food rotting or becoming moldy and inedible.

I think it’s also worth pointing out that Gandalf felt supernaturally compelled to bring Bilbo along on the quest. It’s likely that this was the Tolkien equivalent of Abrahamic God intervening in the events of Middle-Earth—something that rarely happens! The relationship between Gandalf and Bilbo is really important!

All of the points I have made signify that Bilbo Baggins’s story is applicable to the experiences of queer people, and his relationship with Gandalf suggests that Bilbo himself in fact has a queer romantic orientation—that he is queer in more than the sense of being non-normative due to going on a quest to retake Erebor. The friendship between Gandalf and Bilbo develops throughout The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, as Bilbo learns to trust and appreciate both Gandalf and his own adventurous side, and Gandalf learns more about kindness and true strength from Bilbo, Gandalf visits Bilbo many times afterward. Finally, they both care for Frodo and leave for the West together. Their friendship is heartwarming, and I would argue that this queer reading of it may be even more so—while there is an enormous age difference between these two characters (Bilbo is fifty-one at the start of The Hobbit, Gandalf is thousands of years old), Gandalf treats Bilbo like an equal and they both teach each other a lot (and Gandalf does not act like he is thousands-of-years old, he lost a lot of his innate knowledge and power when he was sent to Middle-Earth, after all).

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Close to the end of The Hobbit, after they retake Erebor from Smaug, Bilbo and Gandalf travel together, just the two of them, and the narrator doesn’t elaborate on this. This sounds like peak shipping and adventure fanfic fuel to me!

I’m not a fan of The Hobbit films, but they do contain some great shippy moments with the two characters. There’s some hilarious snarking, like this exchange:

BILBO: Are there any?

GANDALF: What?

BILBO: Other wizards?

GANDALF: There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. And then there are the two Blue Wizards... you know, I've quite forgotten their names.

BILBO: And the fifth?

GANDALF: Well, that would be Radagast the Brown.

BILBO: Is he a great wizard, or is he more like you?

And then Gandalf is like 😮 XD

There’s also a really heartwarming moment where Galadriel asks Gandalf why he chose Bilbo:

GALADRIEL: Mithrandir? Why the Halfling?

GANDALF: I don't know. Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.

I remember there being other movie-only sweet moments too, but it’s been a long time since I’ve watched them!

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streets-in-paradise · 4 years

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Fictional Sibling relationships i live for

I had been thinking about this topic lately and decided i would like to make a post about it because it is a very fun and interesting one for me. I had mentioned a few times here that in terms of fandom involvement i am more invested in family and frienships than in shippings, particulary i have a fixation with strong sibling bonds or sibling like friendships. I think it must be because i have a strong bond with my younger sister, i identify with that and that’s why i tend to get more involved and interested in this sort of character interactions.

I will keep this just in movies, movie adaptations of books and tv shows because i don’t want it to be super long but still want to talk. In movie adaptations i will try to stay in movie’s territory as much as i can, if i add commentary on the book versions this would never end but i may slip a bit towards it because i can’t help it.

As always, i make the disclaimer over the images i will use here, they belong to the sites where i found them.

Sorry for my pathetic language skills in english.

Note: this got so long that i will probably make a second part for more characters i coulnd’t include

Boromir and Faramir in lotr

Lotr is full of great material for people who, like me, obsess over families. Frodo and Bilbo, Merry and Pippin, Elrond and Arwen, Theoden ,Eowyn and Eomer are other great examples of family relationships i’m interested on from here ( i pretty much love to overthink stuff about almost all the lotr family relationships). I choose to talk about this bros because they have a particular place in my heart. How many times we had seen the common trope of a royal or noble family where the father is a dick who gives all his love and attention to the older brother, neglects the little one causing him to grow up resentfull and ending up as a villian while dad’s favourite is the hero of the tale? Not this time, and it is so refreshing.

Boromir and Faramir choose each other over their father’s bullshit, you can see it in the lovely deleted scene the gif up here comes from. When Denethor shows up they are both annoyed, when he is mean to Faramir Boromir calls him out and tries so hard to make him show some appreciation for his youngest son. it is clear that, in this version, Boromir is more family to Faramir than his father ever was. I love how much they care for each other, how they pass beyond the differences. Boromir is a super amazing big bro, i love how he protects Faramir and is there for him instead of letting his father’s praise get in between. I could talk for hours about this two because i love them so much. I’m doing a hard effort in stopping myself from throwing a whole set of headcanons i have for them so i will stop now before i get too excited.

Fili and Kili in The Hobbit

Staying in Middle Earth for one more mention i had to talk about this two. Being fully honest, the movies broke my heart because they took the exact opposite way i would had wished for. When they were introduced In An Unexpected Journey this two adorable brothers were one of my favourite aspects of it because i loved their Merry and Pippin like dumb chaotic energy. One of my biggest complains with the Hobbit adaptation is to have shifted the narrative of the strongly family focused story arc of the Line of Durin. Kili’s romance with Tauriel shifted the focus and, in my particular perspective, i hated that because i was already super involved in the family story. Besides from the “I belong with my brother” iconic line we don’t see much more of Fili and Kili’s bond after the introduction of Tauriel. In fact, Fili loses a lot of his initial screentime in Desolation of Smaug and Battle of the Five Armies.

I love this two, the relationship with their uncle as it was introduced in the first film and i would had loved to see more of their family dinamic explored. One of my biggest complains, besides from the change of focus on their supposed ending, is that i’m convinced that they should had entered the mountain with the rest of the company. It is such an important moment they would probably waited for since they were children, is the legacy of their family. In short terms, i love them and i would had loved to keep seeing future developments of the Line of Durin story they had in AUJ.

Hector and Paris in Troy

This two represent the opposite case. The relationship they have in this movie is very different from the source material but i love the great development it has here. It is outstanding to see the importance the sibling bond has in a movie that is supposed to be about a war caused by a romantic passion.

The sons of King Priam are absolute opposites. Hector is the embodiment of a true hero, a Steve Rogers of ancient times. His strong caring nature and will to protect everyone reminds me of Boromir as well. Unlike Faramir,Paris is a freaking mess. He is the careless, adventurous and reckless little brother Hector ends up protecting every single time he gets into trouble. I had stated before that i think Paris is a selfish prick but i think that is a slight confussion of mine with the original. This Paris is more a reckless dumbass and, unlike Iliad Paris, his arc in the movie it’s a bit more simpathetic. In this version Helen is trapped in a loveless marriage to an old prick who treats her like trash (in the director’s cut Menelaus jokes about how he only cares for his wife for breeding purposes on a conversation with Hector). I can understand at some point that, if he trully fell in love with her, he felt horrible for letting her stay there as a prisoner of her husband. Going back to the my focus for this talk, i like that the movie had decided to make this two close brothers who actually care for each other despite being absolute opposites instead of two guys who barely know each other, are barely aware of being brothers and share only hatefull interactions.

Hector’s protectiveness over Paris warms my heart. He had threated him a few times ( director’s cut has the “ i will rip off your pretty face from your pretty skull” excharge. I love that scene), he gets furious at him for his foolishness, they argue but when the time comes he always chooses to protect him. Honestly, that’s such a big bro thing, i can’t help to feel identified. The weight that this relationship has in the development of the story is a surprising thing and it makes everything more tragic. Paris being the killer of Achilles has a more significant meaning because, now it’s not just the irony of the weakest character killing the strongest. Paris is aware that he owns the memory of his fallen brother so much, he wants revenge. Hector was there for him all his life, the least he can do for him is to kill his killer and avenge his death. Briseis begs him to stop but he can’t let himself do that, he owns it to Hector and that debt is bigger than anything.

I will not delay this any longer, the family relationships on this movie are my favourite aspect of it and i have a soft spot for the bond between the trojan princes. Don’t get surprised if i one of this days i end up making an entire separate post talking about the family dinamics displayed in the film (same goes for lotr but that would take me ages and i would have to make an entire series of posts if i wanted to discuss every lotr family relationship i would want to talk about).

Sam and Dean Winchester in Supernatural

If you reached this point you may had noticed that i have a big thing with family tragedies involving siblings. Supernatural is my favourite show because it combines lots of elements i love. To mention just a few: horror, mythology,classic rock and a strong family approach in its pretty tragic but outstanding plot.

Sam and Dean are one of my favourite duo of bros of all time. I don’t think i have a lot to say about them because their relationship has been analized lots of times by the very big fanbase of the show. My main difference with the common interpretation is that i don’t see the Winchester family in a similar way to the movie versions of the Steward of Gondor and his sons, which means i don’t think John has been the shittiest father ever despite his many mistakes. Unlike movie Denethor he tried hard and in the interactions we saw of him with his boys he actually cares for both of them.

This bros were the ones that made me realize in an actual concient way of my tendency to get too attached to families, story arcs regarding them and sibling love. I’m super attached to this story, i don’t know what the hell i’m going to do with my life once it ends.

I will end this post here. It is more than sure that there would be a part two because i have tons of more brothers,sisters and other family relationships to talk about.

Thanks to everyone who has read my very long ramble

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irenadel · 3 years

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i wanna talk books so I made a meme

@doorsclosingslowly here’s the answers to your questions :)

6. If you read in more than one language, is there a difference between the experience of reading in your native language(s) and reading in other languages?

Virginia Woolf has a great quote in A Room of One’s Own where she says that women writers need to develop their own “sentence” and that this can only be developed through creating a tradition of female writing. She says that while reading male writers is pleasurable, it isn’t useful for the female writer, that she can’t learn from the way men write. Their “sentence” isn’t suitable for female writing. I’m.... unsure of how much I agree with her on this but I find the theory useful for describing how I approach literature in Spanish vs English.

Especially in terms of language, not so much in regards to narrative or worldbuilding or even themes, I find Spanish to be pleasurable but not useful. I very rarely find myself reading something in Spanish and thinking “ooooh, I wish I could do that! I want to steal that! How did they come up with this?” The “sentence” for writing in Spanish isn’t one I recognize or want to imitate... except maybe for VERY few exceptions like Carlos Fuentes and Borges. Whereas I can spend a lot of time reading English un-selfconsciously and then suddenly be struck by a turn of phrase that I must somehow or other make my own. That almost never happens to me when reading Spanish.

9. Fiction or non-fiction or both? In what ratio? Where do you draw the line between the two?

Oh god, this is embarassing. Erm... fiction to a fault. On 2020 and 2019 I did try to make a concerted effort to read more nonfiction, ESPECIALLY more popular science books. I still kind of childishly consider myself to not be “smart like that” and that science isn’t for me, because I don’t understand it. I used to think science fiction wasn’t for me, for similar reasons. When I do read nonfiction it tends to be history and literary criticism.

I’m finishing my degree on English literature and though I had a period of hating hard on literary criticism, I think it was mostly me rebelling against the French brand of it. I HAVE to admit I love reading new historicism, especially now that I’m working on my dissertation and I had to read a lot on Elizabethan and Jacobean theatre.

Hopefully 2021 will be the year I read a bit more science.

11. The worst book hangover you’ve ever had

Augh... I remember two in recent years. Let me see... in 2017 I finished the last book in the Realm of the Elderlings. I had read the first book in the series around maybe the mid 2000s. I devoured it in a single weekend, still hungry for more of the story. I did not have access to the rest of the trilogy for a couple of years after, but as soon as I got them I read them as fast as I could. I remember reading those books during class, pretending to pay attention to a lecture on Linguistics but actually fully engrossed in Robin Hobb’s world.

It’s a world that was with me for more than 10 years. Characters that I knew intimately from multiple re-readings for more than 10 years. My dissertationg is about the first trilogy for crying out loud! I hadn’t wanted to read the last trilogy and the last book on the trilogy because I didn’t want that connection to end. But finally I gave in...

It was a book hangover because I was reading late at night when I realized, halfway through the book, a character I loved deeply was probably going to die and I just HAD to know, I HAD to be sure. So I read through the night going from disbelief to anger, to grief, to grim acceptance. I wasn’t able to put down the book until 11 am the next day, by which point I was openly sobbing and would have thrown the book across the room except I think I was reading in my computer.

The second book hangover I remember was less because of sprinting through the book and more because of the circumstances. Last December I had decided to finish as many books I could in hopes of reaching my Good Reads goal (which I didn’’t) and I was going through His Dark Materials pretty quickly when on the 25th I got the news that my grandmother died. I wasn’t able to go see her at the hospital or at a funeral, or even go see my dad and uncles because she had died of covid-19 and the situation was still pretty dire in the city.

Then Philip Pullman decided to be an absolute asshole to me and the characters in his book arrived to the Land of the Dead. Being an atheist fantasy series and me having just recently come to terms with the fact that I’m not even agnostic... it was very tough to go through Pullman’s exploration of mortality and the importance of life on Earth. I agreed completely that materiality and the here-and-now far outweigh any contemplations of an afterlife... but my grandmother had died very suddenly.... she had still been a pretty strong old lady before she contracted covid... I had spoken to her a couple of days before and she was still strong enough to bitch about litter getting inside her room...

I finished The Amber Spyglass in a rush as well and somehow it got mixed with my mourning process and my anger at myself for having taken my grandmother’s life for granted... for not having cherished the materiality of her existence when I had the chance... I hadn’t finished writing my dissertation’s first draft yet and there were some heavy issues going on in my household.... I was exhausted from having to survive the year and I think I still am... and it all mixed up with the bittersweet ending of Pullman’s His Dark Materials and the inevitability of loss... all I remember from between the 25th and the 31st of December 2020 was exhaustedly reheating Christmas food, trying to write, and slogging through The Amber Spyglass... it feels like it was a week-long literary hangover...

14. The book that, in hindsight, really should have clued you in to the fact that you’re _________ (queer/in love/doomed to be an academic/etc)

So this is slightly NSFW but I should have known, and stopped being such a snob about it, that I had WAY MORE in common with the furries than I cared to admit given that my first impression of Smaug the Golden when reading The Hobbit at the tender age of 8 was “wow! he’s dreamy!” *facepalm *(also betraying a worrying tendency to crushing on irredeemable assholes and other miscellaneous villains...) I have accepted my status as a weird monsterfucker AND a weird alienfucker. Inhuman anatomy makes me hot, and I should have known it from DAY ONE!

23. The book you expected to hate, didn’t, and then got angry about not hating

The Hunger Games, which I’m STILL salty about and will probably remain salty about for the rest of my life.

I hateread it because a friend told me about how he hated it, given his bitter ex loved it and though I agree with all his criticisms and have a bunch of my own... I still cannot stop finding stupid Katniss profoundly likeable! CURSES! A pox upon your house Suzanne Collins! I still think your dystopia is a cowardly, white-lady-who-has-never-feared-state-violence dystopia, I still think your love triangle was absolutely unnecessary and I still think you tried to cop out of admitting you (and your character) like pretty dresses by making the pretty dresses compulsory. Be brave! Don’t give me this “I’m not like other girls” bullshit! Be brave! Make your violent spectacle reality show as a criticism of the USA’s consumerism and callousness a voluntary thing! Don’t wash your heroine’s hands clean of the sin of wanting fame and fortune and survival at all costs!

But... fuck... I... still like Katniss... I’m glad little girls in 2008 got a heroine who kicked ass, looked good and wasn’t a perfectly strong and powerful person all the time. I’m glad they got competence and vulnerability... Fuck my life...

31. Bonus question: rec me something!

This is hard... since I get the feeling we have very different tastes in reading material but... If you haven’t heard of the Vampire: The Masquerade roleplaying game (or even if you have) take a crack at the Baali Clanbook. Even if you don’t understand the game mechanics I think you’ll enjoy the history portion because it’s about a clan of devil-worshipping vampires who do their devil worshipping through implanting evil insects on people... and I suspect it might be up your alley...

#book meme #doorsclosingslowly

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years

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Fili x Reader: Stranger

Author’s Note: To the peeps who follow me for my Hobbit/LOTR stories, thank you for being patient! After all that Star Wars stuff, I finally got some more Hobbit fanfics going here! Not to toot my own horn, but I had a lot of fun with this idea.

This is set after Battle of the Five Armies where Fili, Thorin, and Kili all made it out and are rebuilding Erebor (the ending I’ve basically accepted instead of the one in the movies :D ). I hope it is to your liking!

(ALSO please excuse my sorry excuses for Middle Earth names I put in here... I sort of invented them at work. You’ll know them when you see them :I )

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It was springtime in Dale, and everything was in full bloom. The city had made an excellent recovery since the people of Lake-Town had made it their home again.

Your relatives had been survivors of Lake-Town’s desolation and even had been successful enough to open a shop in the new city. With the citizens of Erebor back in the mountain opening up trade again, Dale became a place of plenty. It was because of this your relatives had sent word to your family offering a job and place to stay for any who desired a new start. Your parents thought it would be a good experience for a young woman like you. You’d learn the ins and outs of a successful business and also be of help to your relatives who needed the extra help as more customers came in. Not to mention it would be an entirely new place with new people to meet. You had been eager to travel a bit and see a little more of the world outside your little town.

Your relatives were fairly distant, but you just called them Aunt Mirrim and Uncle Rhain. They had two daughters that you referred to as your cousins. Lilly and Gwennifer were sweet little girls, but also mischievous. It wasn’t uncommon for them to play jokes on you or ask you repeatedly about your love life, to which you insisted you had none. They just liked to hear your exasperated sigh, for reasons unknown to you.

The days were busy with plenty for you to do in and out of the shop since Dale was still in the process of rebuilding in some areas. You had even caught glimpses of the short and stocky citizens of Erebor that came down from the mountain to trade or purchase goods. Some were gruff, hesitant to trust your people since there had been a battle over gold merely months before. Most were relatively friendly, however. The women were generally more friendly towards you. Your family sold clothes and accessories among other things, and even though the females had superior items made in Erebor, they expressed curiosity about the fashion and goods your people produced. Once in a while you’d get questions or compliments from them.

Today in particular was a beautiful day. The air was warm and fresh, and yellow sunlight shone down from a clear blue sky. Some trees had started to bud while others bloomed flowers. You stood outside admiring the way white petals fell from a small tree in front of your aunt and uncle’s shop. A spring breeze carried them gently to the stone walkway where they lay scattered.

Uncle Rhain poked his head out the front door. “______________, would you be so kind as to help me raise the banner?”

You nodded, taking the cloth banner from him “Of course!” The banner was a way for customers to know when the shop was open. You paused, waiting for your uncle to take the other rope and help you raise it, but he had disappeared back inside. “Oh, well, I suppose I’ll do it myself. Shouldn’t be too much trouble!” Normally he helped because the pulley could be tricky, but perhaps he forgot. Rather than bother him, you figured you’d try to raise it yourself. You unfolded the banner, hooked it onto the rope, and began to hoist it up. It got stuck a few times, but fortunately, you seemed to be able to handle it.

Then a gust of wind blasted through.

It pulled the banner swiftly, dragging you forward as you grappled with securing the rope. A few passersby watch with concern. You were sure you looked silly. Another strong gust of wind attempted to pry the banner from your hands, and you gasped as it tugged on your limbs.

A set of masculine hands grabbed the rope in your peripheral. He -whoever it was- pulled the entire banner straight up to its rightful place at the top front of the store. You quickly tied it down and exhaled in relief, brushing hair from your face.

“I can’t thank you enough,” you told your rescuer, turning to face him. He was clearly from Erebor, much shorter than the average man and of stocky build. For someone to have been able to raise that banner as quickly as he did alone, he must have been very strong. He had a long blonde mane and beard with blue eyes that shone in amusement as he smiled at you.

“No worries,” he assured you. “What are you doing out here wrestling with this thing all by yourself?”

“I, um,” you were a little stunned. He was quite handsome, after all. “My uncle usually helps, but I think he got a little distracted. It’s very busy around here.”

“I’m sure. It’s been a period of rebuilding for all of us.”

You nodded. “Yes, it has.”

“My name is Fili,” he introduced, extending a hand.

“I’m ___________.” You took his hand briefly in greeting, marveling at how warm and strong it was.

He gazed at you as if searching for something. For a minute, you weren’t sure what to say. Finally, he spoke again.

“You’re not from Lake-Town, are you?”

“Oh, no I’m not.” You shook your head. “My relatives are. After Smaug was defeated, they opened up this shop. Since things are going so well, they invited me to come work for them a few weeks ago.”

“I thought so. See, I went to Lake-Town when Smaug paid his...visit… And I don’t recall seeing you. I’m sure I would’ve remembered you if I had.”

You fought the warmth that crept into your cheeks at his words. “I’m sure you say that to all the young ladies you meet here.”

“Definitely not,” Fili chuckled. “This has been my first time here since the Battle. I’ve heard good things about the progress your people are making here, and I was curious. I wanted to see for myself.”

“And what do you think? Now that you’ve seen it?”

“I think…” he narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment. “I think I like it.”

You smiled. “Well, I’m honored to have been part of your first visit to Dale since it was a pile of ruins.”

“I’m honored that you’re honored.”

The conversation ebbed into a mutual silence, though neither of you seemed bothered by it. Things changed when another shorter man with long hair, though lacking in a full beard, approached.

“Fili, we need to get our things and get back, or Thorin would be much displeased.” He took notice of you and smiled. “Well hello there. Are you a friend of my brother’s?”

“We only just met,” Fili replied, rolling his eyes, before looking at you again. “This is my brother, Kili.”

“Pleased to meet you,” you said, smiling.

“Not as pleased as I to meet you.”

Fili rolled his eyes again. “Well, I must be going... Although, I wanted to ask, what sort of things do you sell?”

“Dresses and accessories as well as traveling gear.”

He nodded. “Traveling gear? Very interesting... I think I’ll have to stop by. Mind if I come by tomorrow at the same time? Perhaps I can help you with the banner again.”

You beamed. “Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yes, see you tomorrow.”

“Have a good rest of your day,” Kili chimed in.

“You too!”

Even as Fili and his brother walked away, he snuck a glance or two back at you. In fact, he almost walked right into another gentleman’s way since he wasn’t paying attention like he should. After he was gone, you found yourself unable to stop smiling. You went back inside the shop thinking over your interaction with him. A part of you was surprised and uncomfortable with the fact you found him so attractive and couldn’t wait to see him again. After all, you were from two totally different cultures.

“You look so deep in thought, __________.” Aunt Mirrim’s comment interrupted your thoughts. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh yes, everything’s fine.” You quickly resumed organizing some of the items that had been misplaced by customers the day before. “I just wanted to let you know we will be expecting a customer right when we open tomorrow.”

She grinned. “Very well! Might I say that we really appreciate your help, dear. We’ve noticed more customers since you came along to encourage people and help them find what they need.”

“I appreciate this opportunity,” you insisted. She walked past to continue her work, and your thoughts returned to the mysterious Fili. What was his job in Erebor? Was he a blacksmith or tailor? Perhaps he was some sort of writer or educator? You figured you’d ask him the next day. Either way, you counted the minutes until your paths crossed again.

#hobbit imagine #hobbit reader insert #hobbit x reader #erebor #dale #fili x reader #fili imagine #fili #hobbit fanfiction #kili

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Hi! I really love your work! could you write something about bilbo and his so who fought with him and the company went home and they had a family? After one day Gandalf Thorin Kili and Fili maybe even Dwalin decided to visit them only to see a cute little red hair girl running inside bilbos house chucking saying “Pa! Visitors visitors!” Or something? Them: omg bilbo actually had a family a big happy family please 😤this would make me so happy, I rarely find any fanfics of him so thank you ✨💗✨

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You had never intended to fall in love with someone during the journey to help reclaim Erebor.

Naming your future kids after some dwarves was also not on the agenda.

But one thing that you had fully intended for, is revisiting said dwarves once it was all over.

Of course, the one thing on your list that you actually intended to do is the one thing you didn’t do at all, but having them come to you actually might be even better then what you originally had planned.

After your journey to Erebor Bilbo Baggins confessed his more than friendly feelings towards you.

At first, you thought you had been dreaming (and if you were you never wanted to wake up) only to realize that you were, in fact, awake, and gaping like a fish out of water.

Obviously, you told him that you return those feelings and would love nothing more than to be with him back in the Shire, and that’s exactly what the two of you do.

You return to The Shire and he gives you a place to call home, and eventually, get married.

The ceremony was beautiful and emotional, and if it weren’t for the rebuilding of Erebor your dwarven friends definitely would’ve come to visit, but unfortunately they didn’t.

A letter came in for you and Bilbo a while ago that promised the presence of some of the original 13 dwarves you’d traveled with, and while you were nervous to see them for the first time in years, you’re also excited.

You and Bilbo had three lovely children, the eldest being 5, middle being 4, and the youngest at 1 and ½.

One girl and two boys, and naturally you named your boys after Fili and Kili (more or less), and your daughter you named Thora (a tribute to Thorin since you couldn’t very well give your daughter such a masculine name lest she get teased).

It may seem a little silly to name your children after three dwarves who you only knew for a year, but truthfully that year felt more like a life time. And when you cry, bleed, and see someone in their worst moments, it’s only natural that you would share a bond closer than brotherhood.

You and Bilbo love them in your own way, and there’s nothing that would make you feel otherwise.

Thora is your oldest, and she loves to boss her brothers around unsurprisingly. Meanwhile, Fillion is your second oldest and Killian your youngest. It’s funny in some ways how perfect it all ends up being, but you think it’s nice anyways.

Bilbo is rushing around the house making sure everything is clean and ready for their arrival while you hold Killian and his siblings play, and it’s really a funny sight.

He’s running around like crazy, straightening things, moving them, placing blankets over other things; it’s pretty cute, honestly.

The sweet dear has been excited about this moment for weeks now, stocking up on food and cleaning nonstop, and now that the day has arrived it’s as if all his excitement and stress over the past while has all come rushing back down on him at once.

“Bilbo, my dear please, if you keep running around like that you’re going to make yourself dizzy.” You say with a lighthearted smile, rocking back and fourth with the small child still nestled in your arms.

Said hobbit halts all frantic movements at the sound of your soothing voice, and once his shoulders relax and he stops speeding around, you walk over and hand Killian off to him with a smile on your face. “Isn’t that much better?”

The small hobbit child lays his head on his fathers shoulder and closes his eyes like the sleepy baby he is.

A fond smile works its way onto your face, but before you can comment on how cute it is, there is a knock on your door.

You and Bilbo are in the pantry so you’re not visible to the door, but you don’t have to look out the window to know who it is.

At first, you don’t move and only look at Bilbo, but Thora takes yours and Bilbos silence and stillness as a sign for her to open the door.

She runs over happy and yells, “Ma! Pa! We’ve got visitors!” Before opening up the door.

“Oh, my! Who is this?”

You know that voice.

You step out of the pantry and smile brightly, “Gandalf!” Before running over to greet the elderly wizard joyfully.

“Ma? Who is this?” Thora asks, looking up at you as she goes to hide behind your skirts shyly.

“Oh, my sweet girl this is the very man who introduced me to your father!” You reply happily, lifting her up in your arms and setting her on your hip while you move out of the way for Gandalf to come in.

Only to realize he’s not alone.

They must’ve all traveled together, because just behind the wizard is Thorin, Fili, and Kili.

Your smile brightens exponentially and you call for Bilbo, “Well, will you look at that! They’re all here at once!”

Bilbo comes speed walking around the corner with a smile on his face and Killian still clutching onto him, “You’ve all made it just on time!”

Thora starts to squirm and kick so you can put her down, and as soon as she’s back on the ground she runs off to Fillion who is peeking out at everyone from behind a wall, his shyness very apparent at the moment.

“Y/N! Bilbo!” Kili calls with a large grin of his own, stepping in after his uncle and brother with his arms outstretched.

Right away you and your hobbit go in for hugs (putting Killian own on the arm chair for a moment since he’s a big boy), and once all the embracing and niceties are done with you close up the door and offer up the coat rack incase they want to rid themselves of their heavy jackets.

Bilbo stands in front of all of them, looking up at the three with excitement shinning in his eyes, “You made it.”

“Well, of course we did. We tried our hardest to be here on time, you see.” Thorin explains, placing his hand down on Bilbo’s shoulder. “My nephews were overwhelmingly excited.”

“I should hope so. Free food has always been their favorite.” You joke, pausing when you feel a little tug on your dress.

You look down and see Fillion half hidden by your skirts, and you lean down a bit, “Don’t by shy, Fillion, say hello.”

“Fillion?” Fili asks suddenly, looking down at the young hobbit with a smile brightening his face. When Fili looks at him he runs off.

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind. We stole some of your names- more or less.” Bilbo replies, rocking back and fourth while he holds Killian.

“Some of our names?” Kili asks hopefully, looking between the two children they have yet to learn the names of.

“Right, this little dear,” you pause while you pick up the youngest of your 3 children again, “Is Killian, and my sweet girl over there is Thora.”

Gandalf chuckles at the obvious parallel between your children’s names and the three dwarves left in awe over the namesake of the little babes, but he doesn’t stick around and instead heads toward the kitchen.

“Y-You named your child after me?” Kili asks with wide eyes filled with no small amount of shock or joy.

You nod your head and laugh, bouncing him on your hip a few times much like you did with Thora. “I’m afraid so.”

The smiles on their faces are full of delight and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, and Bilbo feels the same way.

Kili stares at Killian for a moment with no small amount of fondness, and so you slowly ask, “Would… you like to hold him?’

A moment of silence passes by before Kili nods his head eagerly and holds out his hands for you to pass off the small hobbit to him. And you do just that.

Killian is so small in his hands it makes you laugh happily, and when Kili looks at him, your son just looks up at him in return for a moment before laying his head on the dwarfs shoulder much like he did with Bilbo. Kili turns slowly with him to look at his brother and uncle, absolutely ecstatic, as he whispers giddily. “Look!”

Fili steps closer and looks down at the small boy, then over at you and Bilbo who watch on fondly, “You really named your children after us?”

“We did.” Bilbo confirms, looking over to Thorin who has been rather quiet.

The expression on his face can only be described as calm euphoria, and when he notices you and Bilbo looking at him expectantly. “Forgive me, I’m just in awe at the moment I’m afraid.”

Thora walks back over with a tight grip on Fillion, smiling up at you when she drags the shy boy over, “I got him, momma.”

“Thank you, Thora. Now, come say hello to Thorin, Fili, and Kili.”

She smiles up at the dwarves with a toothy grin, waving before grabbing her brothers hand and making him wave too, “Hello!”

Thorin leans down and pats her head gently, “Hello my dear, I am Thorin.”

She’s quiet for a moment before her eyes become all big with wonder, “The king from the stories my Da told me?”

Said king glances over at Bilbo with a raised eyebrow, and Bilbo’s face becomes slightly red while he nods. Once Thorin has confirmation he looks back at Thora and nods as well, “It appears so.”

“W-Wow!” She gasps, covering her mouth with her little hands, “Did you all really fight a dragon?” She asks with a whisper, looking over at Bilbo, “I think he made that part up.”

“No, it’s quite true. A grand, red beast by the name of Smaug that could breathe fire. Your father outwitted him when we sent him in to find my Arkenstone.”

Fillion, who is hiding behind your dress again, looks up at you with wide eyes, “Ma, did you hear that?”

“I was there too, you know.” You chime in with a pout.

“But of course! How could we possibly forget about the brilliant healer Y/N?” Kili adds with a chuckle, having since taken a seat on your chair with Killian sitting in his lap.

“That’s more like it.” You grumble, leaning down to pick up Fillion who giggles when you lift him so suddenly. “Hear that, my son? Your mother is just as amazing as your father, this time.”

He nods his head and looks back over at Thorin and Thora, his shyness dissipating while he listens in on Thorin’s description of the event with Smaug.

Fili walks over and looks down at you and Fillion with a softer smile, “Hello.” He greets your son gently, not wanting to scare the poor boy.

Fillion looks up at him nervously for a moment, glancing at you; but when you only offer a reassuring smile and dip your head forward, he says hello back. “M-My name is Fillion.”

“And mine is Fili.” The blond responds with that same soft expression on his face.

The young hobbit giggles lightly at that and mumbles, “That sound’s like my name…”

“It does, doesn’t it?” He muses, reaching up to pat his head lightly. “I think it suits you.”

“Really?” Fillion asks with big eyes again, looking over at you with a smile.

“Aye.” Fili responds, dropping his hand back to his side.

“Fillion, would you mind if Fili held you?” You asks quietly next to his ear, giggling quietly when he nods eagerly and reaches his hands out towards the dwarf.

Fili takes him without hesitation and lifts him up to sit on his shoulder, laughing a bit himself when he squeals happily and kicks his legs.

And then there’s a loud shriek.

You turn quickly and see that Killian is laughing quite heavily.

Killian is holding onto Kili’s fingers while said dwarf dips him down and pulls him back up again, each time he does it drawing a fresh wave of giggles from the small boy. It’s quite a cute sight, and it fills your heart with warmth.

Bilbo walks over to you now that the attention of your children has been stolen away from the two of you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss against your cheek gently, “I knew they would love them.”

“Who? The kids, or the dwarves?” You joke, laying your head down on his shoulder.

“Whichever comes first.”

A moment of silence passes by while you watch them all interact with your kids like natural fathers themselves when a thought suddenly strikes you.

“We’re going to have to check their pockets before they leave.”

“Oh, certainly. I think Kili is already trying to see if Killian will fit in his jacket.”

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