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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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the company + helping their s/o with insomnia

characters included: thorin, fíli, kíli, dwalin, bofur

word count: 941

summary: how a few members of thorin’s company help their s/o with their insomnia

a/n: again, i wrote these at an ungodly hour even tho i had important things to do today

thorin 🪵

with his duties as king, thorin is quite the night owl

he tends to stay up late working on important documents, reading through correspondence, doing everything but resting

you keep him company on many of those nights, humming softly as you read novels or tend to your own royal duties across the room when sleep evades you (which is nearly always)

he’ll notice when you start to sink further in your armchair, taking that as his cue to put you to bed

“come, my queen, we must rest for the night” he whispers, sliding his arms under your back and behind your knees to carry you to bed

your indignant grumble is met with a soft chuckle, your husband reassuring you that he is joining you

once you’re tucked in, he slides himself under the blankets with you and hums lullabies until you both doze off

fíli 🗡️

despite how long fíli has known you, he will never understand how in mahal’s great mines you are so elusive after sundown

during the day, he knows exactly how to find you and never worries about where you happen to be. but under the light of the moon, you slip through his fingers and seemingly vanish with the breeze

he knows that you like to go on walks to burn off energy you didn’t use during the day; without your evening walks, you’re tossing and turning like mad

you’re almost never in the same place twice; he’s found you roaming the mines chatting with bofur, reading books by the light of the forges, and on one evening you were in the kitchens with bombur chowing down on midnight snacks

tonight he finds you in the royal library, drool escaping from your lips onto a book older than the both of you combined

he spots balin and the old advisor grins at the sight of you snoozing on the dusty tome

your golden prince gently slides the book from under your head, adjusting your body so he can carry you to bed without much jostling

kíli 🏹

you’ve known that kíli was a massive cuddler since you were children in the blue mountains

he had a penchant for being able to sleep nearly anywhere growing up, and since you both were glued to each other by the hip since pebblehood, you were his permanent best friend and cuddle buddy no matter where you were

the older you got, sleep began avoiding you like a plague unless you had kee by your side. it was such a problem that he lived with you in every way but by name, having his own side of the bed and a good chunk of his clothes in your dresser

when he went on the quest for erebor with his brother and uncle, your insomnia returned with a vengeance that rivaled the angriest dwarf

reuniting with kíli in erebor was what kept you energized once everyone heard the news, your body running on willpower and dís’s mothering

when he saw you for the first time in the newly reclaimed kingdom he was concerned. he told thorin in no uncertain terms that he’d be spending the next few days helping you find the rest you’ve been so desperately missing

if there were confessions of love and kisses and beads exchanged between the naps, no one needed to know

dwalin 🪓

the best way he knows how to help someone sleep is through physical exertion. as a seasoned warrior, he knows with absolute certainty that waving hefty weapons around for long enough will get anyone an immediate audience with the sandman

when he feels you tossing and turning in bed, he’ll coax you out to the training grounds and spar with you until your eyelids begin to droop and your stance gets sloppy

you’ll be dead on your feet as your husband scoops you into his arms, silently carrying you back to your rooms with a fond smile (the smile is for you, his signature glare is for the guards under his command daring them to say anything disparaging about you)

laying you on the bed, his callused hands remove your clothing piece by piece, massaging your muscles as he works your tunic over your head and trousers down your legs

a soft nightgown is eased over your head before he bundles you up in the blankets. he joins you and simply runs his hands along your skin soothingly

it doesn’t matter what time it is, if dwalin can help you find rest, he will do whatever he has to do

bofur ⛏️

either bofur doesn’t see how some of the other miners stare at him, or he simply doesn’t give a flying fuck

most nights while he works, you’ll be found in a smallish rolling bed nearby where he’s working. you’re not always sleeping, sometimes simply resting or reading a book while you wait for your dwarf

it was an idea bifur had when bofur lamented to his brother about your discomfort and lack of genuine rest, and it helped a lot

there are occasional breaks in his work, bofur always taking a moment to kiss you sweetly and relay some of the fresh miner’s gossip (honestly, they rival the midwives with how much they talk)

when bofur is free from his duties, he’ll rouse you from whatever state you’re in and guide you back home with a steady hand and a smile

as you walk, he’ll update you on all the juicy rumors and drama and only half-finish his stories as you both fall into bed for the night

nothing anyone can say will convince him to not show you how much you are loved and appreciated

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lathalea · 1 year

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Please, Fili x reader, Perfect proposal :) Thank you!

Hiii @heilith 💚💚💚 I hope you still remember your ask for the Sweet and Spicy Bingo by @fellowshipofthefics :) I'm sorry it took me so long (real life happens), but here it is. I hope you'll like it!

Relationships: Fili x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none

✨ Perfect Proposal ✨

Fíli looked into the mirror and gave his moustache a nervous tug. There was not even a single wrinkle on the festive clothes he wore, his hair was freshly braided and adorned with beads and yet his face seemed uncharacteristically pale. He swallowed. It was finally going to happen today, after so much waiting, after years of pining for you in secret, and—what was most important—after surviving the Quest. Now Erebor was reclaimed and he was finally able to speak of his feelings and ask you to marry him. Fíli dreamed of the moment when he would be allowed to call you his wife… if you agreed to his proposal, that is.

His stomach decided to tie itself into a knot and Fíli realized that he was even more terrified—no, warriors never got terrified!—he was even more nervous than before the Battle of Five Armies began. What was worse, at the very moment when he imagined your lovely face, your smile, and the way your soft lips parted, saying “yes”, every single word of his well-rehearsed speech seemed to have disappeared from his mind.

Muttering a swearword under his breath, Fíli left his chambers. A breath of fresh air was all he needed to clear his head. He was a prince, after all, and he would act like one. He only needed to find his composure. There was still some time until he was going to meet you for dinner in the Royal Wing. Everything was prepared, the music, the atmosphere, the candles, the food... It just had to be perfect. He had to make it happen. But now, Fíli needed a few moments to himself, and he had to be quick about it. Hurriedly, he directed his steps towards one of the outer terraces of the Lonely Mountain.

As he strode ahead, barely registering the surroundings, his mind focused on recalling the speech he was about to make, something thudded against his chest.

“Ouch!” a familiar voice reached his ears. Your voice.

“Gamzûna! What are you doing here?!” Fíli used the moniker you gained after one of the orc attacks during the Quest. It meant “fierce lady”. He looked straight into your eyes, smiling.

“I’m so very sorry, Fíli! I mean, I didn’t…” you started, trying to catch your breath. At that very moment you both realized something. You stood very, very close to Fíli, your hands placed against his hard chest, his arms wrapped around you. He must have instinctively embraced you at the very moment you bumped into him.

“It looks like you have been in a hurry,” he murmured with that alluring smile of his. His arms were still around you, holding you close. Fíli was not letting you go. You tried not to think of what would happen if someone saw you embracing in the middle of a public corridor, his face so close to yours.

“I was seeing Princess Dís and realized what time it was, and I wanted to be quick so that I wouldn’t be late for…” your voice trembled. “For the dinner you invited me to.”

“You are here and I am here too. It seems that we have plenty of time to reach the dining hall, don’t you think?” Fíli winked playfully. “By the way, you look stunning tonight.”

The smile you gave him in return was barely visible.

“Thank you. Since this is going to be our last evening together, I thought…” you cleared your throat, looking away and pulling at one of the intricate laces of your elegant bottle-green dress.

“What are you talking about, Gamzûna?! Last evening? Are you going somewhere?!” Fíli’s eyes widened. He was so close to telling you about everything he felt for you! That couldn’t be happening!

“It seems so,” you took a deep breath. You dreaded every single word of what you were about to say, but it needed to be done. There was that old saying, If you love someone, set them free–right?

“Please, tell me that you are joking! You can’t go!” Fíli protested. His embrace became even tighter.

“It will be for the best. You’ll see. Until today, I had hoped that tonight…” you tried not to sob and shook your head instead. “I like you, Fíli. I really do. And we grew closer during the Quest, all those evenings together, all the dangers we survived… I felt the bond between us was special. You were always so good to me, so caring. I don’t know when exactly I understood what I felt for you, but tonight I wanted to tell you… Well, it doesn’t matter now any more, does it? No, please, let me finish. Today at breakfast Balin say that you needed a wife now, someone worthy of you. And Bofur added this had to be someone who made you smile. Dwalin kept on saying how you admired women who were fearless warriors. And then Kili told me that a beautiful lady stole your heart a long time ago and that it was time you proposed to her. Ori even wanted to show me her picture but then Thorin told everyone to stop prattling. Fíli, it is time for me to return to my old life in the Blue Mountains. I will not stand in the way of your happiness, but I wanted to have this last evening with you. For old times’ sake.”

Fíli’s heart beat strong and fast under his tunic. His brow furrowed. His eyes searched your face in silence.

“I’m going to kill every single last of them!” He finally huffed.

Your jaw dropped. That was the last thing you expected him to say.

“Fíli…?”

“Yes. I’m going to strangle Balin! Then I’m going to cook Bofur in a stew! And I’ll throw Dwalin from the rampart!”

“Fíli! What are you talking about?!”

“ I’ll feed every single one of them to the mountain trolls! And I’ll drop an avalanche right on the top of my brother’s stupid head! That lulkh! And Ori…”

“Please, Fíli! Could you at least let me go?”

“No! You are not going anywhere!” Sparks of anger glinted in his eyes as he covered your hands with his. His voice softened. “Gamzûna, will you tell me now what you wanted to tell me tonight? I would very much like to hear it.”

“There’s nothing I can tell you,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze. “You are supposed to marry that beautiful lady of yours, remember?”

Fíli was now holding your hands in his. His skin was as warm as sun on midday. And his radiant smile was back on his lips, his moustache beads clinking as he tilted his head.

“Aye, it seems that the cat is out of the bag now,” he chuckled, making you frown.

“What’s so funny?”

“Come. See for yourself,” he held your hand and pulled you gently after him, down the corridor. “There is a lady whom I want to marry. She makes me smile and she is one of the fiercest warriors I know. And she captured my heart on the day I met her. This is her.”

As he spoke, he turned you around until you faced one of the stone walls of the corridor. This particular wall was covered with a large mirror in a golden frame.

You were looking at your own reflection.

“What are you saying, Fíli?” your eyes met the reflection of his silver-blue gaze.

“I love you, Gamzûna,” he murmured, stepping to face you, his voice laced with tenderness. “Was that what you wanted to tell me too?”

“I’m afraid not,” you replied.

“Oh…” Fíli’s smile faded away.

Now it was your time to chuckle and hold his hands in yours.

“I wanted to ask you whether you would do me the honour of becoming my husband, Fíli, son of Dís.”

“Gamzûna…” Slowly, reverently Fíli cradled your face with his palms as his lips hovered over yours. “You are perfect.”

“Does that mean ‘yes’?” you whispered, brushing your nose against his.

“Guess,” his hot breath fanned your skin a moment before your lips met but you already knew the answer.

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bitkahuna · 2 months

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Dwarves were weird. Customs he didn't understand, noble families starting to move in, and an enigmatic high priestess on her way to Erebor. All the while, his poor little cousin was befriending princes and getting worried about the intentions of those seeking to court him. He thought he was in over his head when he was given the position of Chamber Master. As it turns out, it wasn't the job that was too big for the hobbit, but the social implications he didn't know would follow with it.

"You know Dís will hear of this."

Frodo nodded.

"Don't tell anyone you fed those ideas to me."

Of all things, Frodo cracked a sly smile. "Of course not."

"This isn't a game, Frodo. It's a kingdom. You helped me before, but this ... you really shouldn't get involved with all this.”

The younger hobbit sighed, deflating slightly. "I already am, aren't I? I've been involved ever since you became the Hero of Erebor and invited your heir to come and join you."

"Frodo, I'm serious." He couldn't find the words. The notions that ran through his head were far too big for his mouth. "This is not the bright and verdant path of Yavanna. She does not call us to this."

Frodo almost looked disgusted that his cousin would say such a thing. “Doesn’t she? What’s coming that Erebor needs to be protected from, Bilbo?” He reminded

Bilbo could offer nothing more than a soft, “This isn’t very hobbit-like.”

Frodo gave a pained smile. “When was the last time the two of us were ever very hobbit-like?”

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Excerpt from my newest chapter

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chinesehanfu · 2 years

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【Historical Artifact Reference】:

Ming Dynasty Royal Portrait:

・Portrait of Empress Xiaoduanxian (Chinese: 孝端顯皇后; 7 November 1564 – 7 May 1620) In ceremonial dress (翟衣/di yi)

・Nine Dragons and Nine Phoenix Crowns of Empress Xiaoduanxian (※This Phoenix Crowns only for important ceremonial occasion which call “礼冠/Li Guan” wear with ceremonial dress(翟衣/di yi)

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Unearthed from Ming Dynasty royal mausoleum Ming Dingling (明定陵) , is a mausoleum wehre Wanli Emperor, together with his two empresses Wang Xijie and Dowager Xiaojing, was buried.

In addition to this phoenix crown, the Empress has another phoenix crown for other occasions.

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Collection of the National Museum of China.

This phoenix crown is 35.5 cm high, 20 cm in diameter, and weighs more than 2,000 grams. It is inlaid with hundreds of high-quality gemstones of various colors and decorated with more than 5,000 fine pearls.

[Hanfu・漢服]Chinese Ming Dynasty Traditional Clothing Hanfu (翟衣) & Phoenix Crown (鳳冠) Reference to Ming Dynasty Relics & Empress Portrait

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【History Note】

Diyi (Chinese: 翟衣), also called known as huiyi (褘衣) and miaofu (Chinese: 庙服), is the historical Chinese attire worn by the empresses of the Song dynasty and by the empresses and crown princesses (wife of crown prince) in the Ming Dynasty.

The Diyi also had different names based on its colour, such as yudi, quedi, and weidi. It is a formal wear meant only for ceremonial purposes. It is a form of shenyi (Chinese: 深衣), and is embroidered with long-tail pheasants (Chinese: 翟; pinyin: dí or Chinese: 褘; pinyin: hui) and circular flowers (Chinese: 小輪花; pinyin: xiǎolúnhuā). It is worn with guan known as fengguan (lit. 'phoenix crown') which is typically characterized by the absence of dangling string of pearls by the sides. It was first recorded as Huiyi in the Zhou dynasty(1050–221 BCE).

The Diyi follows the traditional Confucian standard system for dressing, which is embodied in its form through the shenyi(深衣) system. The garment known as shenyi(深衣) is itself the most orthodox style of clothing in traditional Chinese Confucianism; its usage of the concept of five colours, and the use of di-pheasant bird pattern.

【 Influence to Other Country】

Korea

Korean queens started to wear the Diyi (Korean: 적의; Hanja: 翟衣) in 1370 AD under the final years of Gongmin of Goryeo,when Goryeo adopted the official ceremonial attire of the Ming dynasty. Same as the early Korea Joseon, were bestowed by the Ming Dynasty.

According to the Annals of Joseon, from 1403 to the first half of the 17th century the Ming Dynasty sent a letter, which confers the korea queen with a title along with the following items: 翟冠(Ming womens whose husband held the highest government official posts can wear this kind of crown,different from Ming Empress Phoenix Crown 鳳冠), a vest called 褙子(Beizi), and a 霞帔(Xiapei). However, the Diyi sent by the Ming dynasty did not correspond to those worn by the Ming empresses as Joseon was considered to be ranked two ranks lower than Ming.

Instead the Diyi which was bestowed corresponded to the Ming women's whose husband held the highest government official posts. In the early Ming Dynasty period, the Diyi were given to Korea Joseon By Ming, but after the Ming Dynasty reformed the clothing system, The Ming Dynasty bestow the 大衫( Dà shān) to the Korean queen instead of Diyi. The Diyi worn by the Korean queen and crown princess was originally made of red silk; it then became blue in 1897 when the Joseon king and queen were elevated to the status of emperor and empress.

it then became blue in 1897 when the Joseon king and queen were elevated to the status of emperor and empress.

After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the system of China granting clothing to Korea was interrupted. Korea Joseon were forced to become tributary state of the Qing Dynasty. Korea Joseon carried out "nationalization" based on the costumes bestowed by the Ming Dynasty in the past. But according <Veritable Records of the Joseon Dynasty Volume 46> "嬪宮冊禮時, 旣有翟衣, 則當有翟冠, 而我國匠人不解翟冠之制。考諸《謄錄》, 則宣廟朝壬寅年嘉禮時, 都監啓以: ‘七翟冠之制, 非但匠人未有解知者, 各樣等物, 必須貿取於中朝, 而終難自本國製造, 何以爲之?’ 云則宣庙有: ‘冠則制造爲難。’ 之敎。 “

Although Korea Joseon has Diyi,but no craftsman know how to make 翟冠(Di Guan), and the materials needed for make 翟冠(Di Guan) need to be taken from China (which need money for that). After all, it is difficult to manufacture in Korea. Therefore, Korea Joseon has not worn 翟冠(Di Guan) since the fall of the Ming Dynasty and change it to 대수머리(大首머리)

Korea "nationalization" process↓

대수머리(大首머리)

Japan

In Japan, the features of the Tang dynasty-style huiyi was found as a textile within the formal attire of the Heian Japanese empresses.

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delicatenightfury · 2 years

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Tell Her

2022 Month of Writing: Day 14

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,441

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Erebor was stunning. The great hall was beautifully lit, shining light on the wealth that the dwarves had in their kingdom. A great feast lay out on the tables, which were surrounded by merry dwarves already deep in their cups. Music and laughter filled the hall, making it feel even more lively. Everyone was enjoying themselves and the celebration.

Everyone except Thorin.

He kept up the appearance of a happy prince, but his mind lay elsewhere. It was hard to believe that while such a celebration went on in front of him, he would rather be somewhere else.

Or rather, with someone else.

His mind drifted off to y/n, and not for the first time that night.

y/n was a truly familiar face to him. She was a servant in Erebor, and had been for many years. She took care of Dís’s chambers and frequently spent time with the princess. Meaning that Thorin saw her quite often.

When he first met her, she had been soft-spoken and reserved. But as they interacted more, she grew out of her shell (with some encouragement from Dís). y/n was brilliant. She brought a warmth to a room that a fire could not. Her smile and laugh never failed to make Thorin do the same. She was well read and knowledgeable, but also very curious. Thorin often found himself telling her stories about his trips he would take with his family outside the mountain.

There were some that might have found the friendship between the young royals and a servant to be odd, unbecoming, or scandalous even. But the Durins had little care. y/n practically grew up with them and because she spent so much time around Dís, she spent time with the princes too.

“You’re distracted,” Frerin said, nudging his brother. “If you don’t smile, people might start to think you’ve turned to stone. They might try to come at you with chisels and picks just to see if you still live beneath the rocks.”

“Very funny,” Thorin replied, chuckling slightly at Frerin’s antics.

“What’s on your mind? Or should I ask who?”

“Hush, brother. You need not concern yourself.”

Frerin lifted his hands in surrender, but smiled.

“Just trying to help.”

He stayed silent after that. Thorin glanced at Frerin for a moment, skeptical of him actually being done. When he didn’t say anything, Thorin turned away. He lifted his cup to his lips and took a drink.

“So you’re sure you’re not thinking of anyone?” Thorin struggled not to choke on his drink. “You all right, Thorin?”

He shot Frerin a glare as he swallowed.

“Fine. If I answer your question, will you stop pestering me?”

“Perhaps. One way to find out.”

Thorin sighed.

“I would rather not be here tonight. And before you ask why,” he shot Frerin a knowing look - his brother already had his mouth open to speak, “I wish I was in better company.”

“Like y/n?”

“...Aye.”

“You know, it seems like you’ve been having these kinds of thoughts a lot lately.”

Thorin looked at his brother, puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“You just seemed very distracted lately. Father has noticed it. Dwalin and Balin have both made comments. Dís and I have seen it too.” Thorin looked down. He hadn’t realized how much his thoughts had been consuming him recently. He didn’t know that others had taken notice. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Thorin sighed and took another sip of his drink, carefully thinking over his words.

“It’s y/n,” he said.

“Well I figured that.”

“I find myself missing her presence, her intelligence, and her wit. She is fun to be around and is challenging in the best ways. I can’t seem to truly put into words what it is I feel, but my time spent with her never truly feels like enough.”

“So you’ve taken a liking to her.”

“Of course I have. She is our friend.”

“He means more than a friend, you thick headed oaf.” The brothers turned to find that Dís had joined them. She smiled at her oldest brother. “You’re different around her, Thorin. It’s refreshing to see.”

Thorin stood quietly after that. He thought back to all of his shared moments with y/n. He greatly enjoyed those moments he got to spend with her. Sometimes, he even had the opportunity of being with her without Dís being present. Their shared moments were ones he had grown to cherish.

“So what are you going to do?” Frerin asked, bringing Thorin out of his thoughts again.

Thorin looked between his younger siblings, who were staring at him expectantly. He went to say something, but Dís quickly interrupted him.

“If you say anything other than ‘tell her how I feel,’ I’m going to hit you.”

Thorin stared at her for a moment, taken aback by her words.

“I’m not sure what I can say,” he said slowly.

“Tell her what you’re feeling!”

“Despite what I might be feeling for her, I can’t. She is your servant, Dís, and I am a prince. Our father and grandfather would never approve.”

“Except they do.”

“What?”

Frerin smiled.

“I’ve already talked to them. They’ve noticed your behavior as of late and asked me if I knew what was going on. I told them that you fancied y/n.”

Thorin stared at his brother. He could feel the heat rising in his face, though he couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or anger.

“Frerin,” he growled.

“She likes you too.”

Thorin stopped again and looked at Dís. She was smiling innocently at him.

“What?”

“What do you think we talk about, Thorin? She’s asked about you countless times and I eventually asked her if she was interested. Funny enough, she’s had similar thoughts to you. You know, the whole ‘I’m a servant, he’s a prince’ argument.”

“We can all see you like each other,” Frerin said. “And if you need more people to say it for you to really believe, then we can definitely find some people to convince you.” Thorin shook his head. “Good.”

“Listen, Thorin.” Dís grabbed her brother’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I understand what thoughts you’re having about the situation. But the people around you can tell how much you love her. And we approve. That should tell you something.”

His siblings gave him a minute to process the information they had given him. It all felt so hard to believe.

Thorin looked back at his siblings, but something behind them caught his eye. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

y/n was walking through the crowd, dressed in a beautiful (favorite color) dress. She looked a little uncomfortable, but she had never been part of a celebration like this, so he found it understandable. He also thought she looked cute with the little lost look on her face. Dwalin then approached her, giving her someone familiar to talk to.

“She looks beautiful tonight,” Frerin said suddenly. Thorin glanced at him. “You should go to her.”

“Of course she looks beautiful,” Dís said. “I helped her get ready. Not that she needed much help; I just helped enhance her natural beauty a little bit.” She nudged Thorin with her arm. “But he’s right. Go to her. She knows how you feel about her too. That’s why she’s here.”

Thorin nodded slightly. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her. She looked stunning. Her smile seemed to light up the room as she talked with Dwalin, and Thorin thought he could see her bright eyes from where he stood.

He set down his drink and started walking toward her. He watched Dwalin glance at him, say something to y/n, then step away. y/n turned around and smiled when she saw Thorin approaching her. She curtsied a little.

“My prince,” she said.

“My lady,” he said, giving a bow in response.

“I’m afraid I’m no lady. At least not in the sense you speak of.”

He could sense the underlying meaning behind her words - I’m a servant, you’re a prince.

Thorin gently took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.

“You will forever be a lady in my eyes,” he said. “And if you are willing, be my lady? My love?”

“You’re sure?”

“More than anything. And I’m afraid my siblings will riot if we choose anything less.”

“And we can’t have that now, can we?” y/n smiled at him. “I would love that, Thorin. As long as I get to call you mine as well.”

“I would love nothing more, my love.”

#month of writing #writing prompt #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin #Thorin Oakenshield x reader #Thorin x reader #hobbit #pre smaug #erebor #frerin durin #frerin #dis durin #fluff #tolkien

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lord of the rings ladies week day three | dwarrowdams | dís and her ancestresses | @lotrladiessource

Thordís and Eydís were sisters of the Line of Durin. In the ancient tradition of their foremothers, they were each simply given the name “Dís” upon their birth, with a unique prefix added when they came of age. According to their mother Arndís, this custom stretched back to Alfdís, daughter and heir of Durin I the Deathless himself. Thordís received her name for her boisterous, thunderous laughter, while Eydís earned hers for her cleverness and good luck. The sisters each married into Longbeard royalty, Thordís wedding Prince Thráin II and eventually becoming his queen, and Eydís wedding Prince Náin of the Iron Hills. Thordís had three children: Thorin II Oakenshield, Frerin, and a daughter, once more named only Dís. Eydís bore only one child, Dáin II Ironfoot, and the cousins were fast friends in their youth. But when the dragon came, Thordís was slain, and her children dispossessed from their kingdom. Thus it was that Dís daughter of Thordís had no mother to name her when she came of age, and in honor of her fallen mother she refused to take a prefix altogether. Shortly after the Fall of Erebor, both Frerin and Náin were killed in the Battle of Azanulbizar, where Thorin and Dáin won great renown. Though Eydís remained in the Iron Hills, she never forgot those she lost, and when Thorin called upon Dáin for aid in his Quest to reclaim Erebor, she urged her son to heed his call. Alas, Thorin died in the resulting battle, leaving Dáin to inherit the throne. Then at last Eydís reunited with Dís her niece, last of her siblings, and offered her a new name: Freydís, for her noble courage in the face of much hardship. This name she accepted in her heart, though to all others she was yet known only as Dís, daughter of Thráin.

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Pt. 2 Children of the kindly west (Kíli x Reader) — A tale of two dwarven hearts

Welcome back! <3 This is a translation, more of a re-write, of a fanfiction I wrote first in German during 2013 - 2015 when the Hobbit movies premiered and I was just as obsessed and enamored by that adorable prince like everyone else. And reading the Silmarillion for the first time this year in February brought me back to middle-earth and reminded me of my love of dwarves. And this brings me here today. Enjoy! If you feel like I've missed any warnings please don't hesitate to tell me! Cross-posted on AO3 here. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: Some thirst, mentions of a nice cleavage

Old Acquaintances (Ered Luin)

Your mother continued to yell your name, this time louder and even more impatiently than before.

You sighed and closed your book with a loud thump, louder than it was necessary.

Anger and irritation boiled up in you as you made your way down to the kitchen, it had just been the most comfortable and wonderfully cosy afternoon you had had in some time.

The soft falling snow on your window, your crackling fire and your favourite story…

A story of an enchanted princess who was turning into a green swamp monster after sundown and found true love and her true form when she was saved by another swamp monster from an awful arranged marriage…

But anyways, the adventures of the princess and her green true love had to wait for now, you had reached the kitchen and your mother already greeted you with a big straw basket, a pouch with money and a shopping list.

„Ah, here you are — could you please go to the market, I forgot a few things when I was out yesterday…“

Looking sullen out into the whirling snow you sighed once again heavily and glared at your mother.

„Do I have to?“

Your mother looked at you with a stern look, completely unimpressed by your glare and nodded.

„Oh yes, you have to!“

„Why? Why is it so urgent? We have plenty of food in the house, we will not starve until tomorrow…“

„Listen, Dís will come now any minute — she currently has a lot troubling her mind, troubles that are not supposed to get to your nosy ears, so I will kill two birds with one stone by sending you out of the house. We will get our needed foods and tools and you will be gone!“

Your mother smiled at you with her perfect smile that said that you are absolutely unable to find any mistake in her logic and you dropped your shoulders while breathing out.

„I see…“, huffing you took the basket from her and turned to put on your thick coat with the dark blue hood and your fur stuffed boots.

At the same time you were ushered out of the house by your mother was Kíli, Thorin Oakenshield’s nephews, storming out of his house, and he was fuming with anger.

The reason for his anger was a woman, a woman for ‚good times’ with whom his dear brother Fíli spent not only more time with than with him but who also mocked him, Kíli, for everything he does and is.

His spare beard, his lean body and the mere fact that he is not the first-born prince.

And whenever that woman was with Fíli she giggled like she was possessed by some old evil spirit, she pushed up her bosom into Fíli’s face and this was really something he did not want to see or hear. Because his dear brother was turning into a stammering, blushing caricature of himself when he was near this woman, which could have been hilarious if Kíli would not have been feeling so embarrassed and hurt.

So he had left in a hurry, he had just wanted to flee from the house and the giggling woman and his brother or better the person his brother was, when she was with him.

He stamped through the roads, kicking the occasional stone or snow pile and he slowly calmed down, the frosty air cooling down his heated mind slowly and when he came back to his senses he found himself on the market and on a direct collision course towards another person.

There was no time to revert or turn, the other person was already too close and so they both walked right into each other.

„Oh I am so utterly sorry, I should have watched my steps…“, Kíli apologized immediately and also the other person mumbled her sincere apologies.

„I am so sorry, I was lost in my thoughts, are you alright?“

„Yes, yes“, Kíli patted down his coat, „I am alright. Are you hurt?“

„Me?“, the other person asked and looked up, for the first time and her answer subsided, when she saw his face.

„No, I am not… hurt…“, her eyes grew huge in surprise and she smiled happily.

„Kíli?“

He had not recognized her before, her face was partly hidden by her hood but now, as she pushed it back, was it clear as day!

He exclaimed your name just as excitedly as you had called him and you nodded and smiled even wider.

„Yes, it’s me. By Durin it is so good to see you again. How long has it been? Ten years? Twenty?“, you smoothed down your coat and dress and looked at him.

He smiled loosely and his eyes sparkled, even though there was no sunlight around, they shone bright from the inside out.

„Oh at least twenty“, he answered cheerily and grinned.

„That’s highly likely. What are you doing here? Also getting foods and supplies?“, you asked.

Kíli grimaced slightly.

„No, not really. I just had to get out of the house. Fíli has a lover“, he spat the word out as if it was something unpleasant, „and she mocks me and she annoys me and she is just overall very awful and I do not want to be near her!“

„That really does not sound like a pleasant person to be around. Do you want to come with me instead? I am sure that I am the more pleasurable company.

Mother sent me to get more food, she is probably afraid that we might starve to death within the next 24 hours with a nearly completely stocked pantry…“

You had grinned at him with your invitation and had then rolled your eyes when you told him about your mother’s foul attack on you.

„I would love to come with you, m’lady“, you both laughed at the fake poshness in his voice and he offered his arm to you, which you took.

And you laughed and talked about people you both knew, you remembered the games you played out of necessity while the adults talked when you were mere children and could not choose who to spend time with and most importantly you remembered the discussions on how to find a game that everyone wanted to play.

Your mother Ligunde and Kíli’s mother Dís were the best of friends and your family was generally close to Thorin’s family so as children you had to spent time with each other, when you were still too young to be on your own.

But as you all grew older you did not need to be with your parents all the time, so you saw the sons of Dís less and less.

Only on special occasions. And there you had kept your distance, why should you spend time with the boys who had both became so tall and scrawny and oddly shaped in the face, rough edges on their chins and cheekbones and who started to grow out patchy beards as they grew older. And they also were not interested in playing fun games anymore, so no, spending time with either of the princes has not been on your list of preferred activities in the past years.

But catching up after all this time felt easy and natural and you could not remember the last time that you had laughed so much while buying food and supplies on the market.

Kíli was kind enough to carry the basket and while you would have carried it easily yourself, you were not denying his offer.

Especially not if it would mean that you could spend more time with him.

Why had you never realised how lovely his cheerful and lively laughter was?

Had his eyes always had this sparkle in them? Even without sunlight?

„Do you want to come in?“, you asked when you were back to your house.

„Certainly“, he grinned and you opened the door and let him inside.

You went to the kitchen and began putting away your freshly bought goods and wondered if you should make some mulled wine as you heard your mother’s cheerful voice in the kitchen behind you.

„Kíli! It is wonderful to see you again, when have we met the last time?“, she asked him.

„It was roughly 20 years ago, it was at Uncle Thorin’s big birthday party…“, Kíli answered with a toothy grin and your mother nodded.

„Seems about right“, she muttered to herself and turned then to you.

„Where have you two met today?“

„On the market. We got to talking and he was so nice to keep me company, while I was completing your shopping list.“

Later, the afternoon had turned into a frosty evening, you sat together with your mother, Dís, your younger sister Syniver and Kíli at the table, playing card games and drinking mulled wine and eating some fresh bread and cheese and some smoked meat.

It was currently Kíli’s turn to play and you took the chance of getting a close look at him.

Of course only to see if there were any tells on his next move in the game.

He furrowed his brows in concentration and took a long look at his cards in his hands and you noticed his fingers and hands, strong and thick with clean, short cut finger nails.

You also noticed how the fire painted golden highlights into his full auburn hair, that was splayed all over his back and on his forehead in shorter strands, how it also illuminated his creamy looking skin and his beautifully curved lips…

You saw the high arch of his eyebrow and a stray hair there that you wanted to smooth back into line.

But you kept your hands by yourself and fought your gaze back to your cards.

Has he always been that pretty? Always been that beautiful?

Probably not.

You had been barely 41 and he had been 48 years old, when you had last seen each other, an awful age to consider someone to be beautiful when you had known them for your whole life at this point.

But now, as time has passed, and you both have grown, matured you could even say, you saw him with new eyes.

He had sensed your burning eyes on his side, so he turned to you and grinned smugly at you and you shrugged, while batting your eyes as innocently at him as possible and then turning back to your cards as if nothing had happened.

You were surprised how easily you could flirt with him, despite your excitedly way too fast beating heart, it gave you confidence to see his reaction as he rolled his eyes slightly and played his cards in a way that would give you a problem later and his shit eating grin only grew wider as you huffed and declared war on him and his cards.

You did not know it but Kíli had watched you from the side as well, some time later in the evening, while you were dealing the cards for a new round. You were reaching over the table and he saw how your body moved in your dress and he may have lingered on your full cleavage a little longer than he should have and he thought to himself that your bosom was most definitely more beautiful than the one of that woman. And he would not mind to be near it.

The fire casted an intense golden hue over your beautiful full face and lips and long braided curls and neatly brushed and braided sideburns and beard and when you laughed with him or rolled your eyes playfully at him was he sure that you were Mahal’s masterpiece.

And the way you had offered him to come with you on the market, you were kind and funny and how could he had ever thought that girls are stupid? You were definitely not stupid, on the contrary. Your were clever and mindful and you shone like the sun, like the rarest gem ever unearthed.

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Of Good Memory

For @khazadweek. The prompt about Dís took over my mind yesterday. With special thanks to @arofili!

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Her name is honoured among and above the names of kings.

Ered Luin was too poor to attract a dragon, in the days when Thorin Oakenshield’s Company walked alone out of her gates of carved granite - lonesome, with all the pride and ambition of Dúrin’s Folk.

Dís made it so: all mining tunnels carefully monitored, and the trading quotas demanding. Let the wealth of the last Dwarven Kingdom flow from the mountain, in brooches and rings and safe-boxes! Let it pay for acorn flour, eggs and cured ham and succour. There was bread; there were hunting parties, and companies of travelling smiths, and enough food for five children born to the mountain every ten-year.

And there were songs! - Dwarrow songs, songs to make the hands itch for a hammer to work and a hammer for war, to sting the eyes with memory.

With an ear to the world and a heart of stone did Dis, daughter of Thraín second of his name, rule Ered Luin, as fortress and warehouse and last refuge. A city small and petty, to the eyes of the loremasters, and those few as ancient as the mountain. She had known precisely the cause and the wide-ranging cunning, when Gandalf the Grey cane to the mountain sky-people named Ered Luin, speaking of riddles and presenting her father's inheritance as enticement, a taunt, a bribe.

To the council of Guild-masters said she, the mountain's magistrate herself: Hearken to me, brothers, sisters, kin of flesh and stone! The elves have in the heart of their realm such a foe as cannot be defeated, and their master seeks to urge us to die for it ourselves.

To her eldest she said: Prince Dúrin-born, be bold and wise and do not hesitate your hand upon the blade! The die is cast, and you must cheat it, for Dís was a prince herself, and knew well princedom's foremost mastery, above ruling and smithing and woodcraft: cheating life out of death itself, and glory if life be forfeit.

To her youngest, the keen-eyed archer, she said also in secret, There is a shadow in the Wood, and I wish to know of it all that may be had, and bid him wariness and cunning if they should follow the Road through it.

But to her brother she said nought. Ever the hearts of Thraín's children were bare to one another, and never shrouded, though they might have wished for less truth, and more comfort.

Her name is in the prayers sang before the altars in the households of the Khazâd, over the gritty stonework of Eriador, the marble of Erebor, the dirt of exile. Glory and good memory to Dís daughter of Thraín! But Dís daughter of Thraín never returned to the mountain of her forefathers; she had Ered Luin for husband and wife, brother and son, and no lord among her people begrudged her claim.

So it is that Dís lies buried there, under the grey-black-flickering stone, entombed alone of all her kin: mighty in life, mighty in death, Mahal be her witness.

#khazadweek #dís #fíli #kíli #thorin oakenshield #dwarves #the hobbit #my writing #everything about dís and historiography and memory makes me a little crazy!! what was going on there that she's the only female dwarf #mentioned by tokien!#ered luin #tolkien #lord of the rings #gandalf

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mrkida-art · 11 months

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Sketches of Dís from March that I never uploaded (oops) .

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rucow · 1 year

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fíli is such an interesting character to me

hes young, but so mature and responsible for his age, he gives me the impression that he had to mature early and probably didn't have much of a childhood

kíli told tauriel that he was escorting caravans a while ago, probably before he had even come of age, and if kíli was working at such an early age then fíli definitely was too, because they weren't born in wealth and royalty like their status suggests, they're the first generation of dwarves that come after the loss of everything their parents and grandparents had. the life in ered luin was the only life they knew, and im sure fíli worked hard since an early age to do everything he could to help his mother and uncle

hes a prince and should technically have good people skills, but he comes across more awkward than his little brother in his interactions with the other characters (have you seen his gestures? he never knows what to do with his hands😭)

he's genuine and honest to a fault and it backfired when he begged alfrid and the master for help for kíli, because he told them his brother was sick when he could've said injured or hurt instead, and maybe, MAYBE he would've received help then (this was also a complete opposite to how thorin used his status to sway the people of laketown to his side *ahem*via manipulation*ahem*, fíli did no such thing although he could have)

fíli's speech about belonging with his brother. we don't get a straightforward reasoning behind why most of the dwarves really joined the quest, other than supporting thorin, but what im sensing here is that fíli came along first and foremost in order to protect kíli, idk maybe kíli really really wanted to go on their uncle's quest and experience the world and live through many adventures, and fíli of course would have followed kíli anywhere, because he's his younger sibling and it's his responsibility to see him safe and sound. im sure fíli promised dís he would protect kíli, and he hasn't failed that promise. he protected kíli till his last breath

and speaking of which, im sure fíli knew he was walking into a trap when thorin sent him to scout the ravenhill tower in botfa. i found it odd that even though thorin told them both not to engage, the moment they heard a sound inside kíli was ready to rush in and *engage*, and that was when fíli stopped him and turned him the other way, the opposite way from danger. kíli probably didn't want to let thorin down, especially after he felt that he already let him down in laketown

i could talk endlessly about what a good and caring leader fíli would have made, with the way hes so protective not only of kili but of everyone else as well. when the orcs attacked them in laketown, he urged bard to take his children and go to safety, even though fíli was defenseless himself. then when bard was out of the picture fíli practically adopted his kids and did everything he could to keep them safe, without being asked to or anything, it just came naturally to him. we also see him wordlessly helping the other dwarves throughout the movies, such as when he was helping bombur up after the stone giants battle, idk it's a nice detail

rewatching the ramparts scene where thorin specifically tries to force fíli to kill bilbo, because fíli is his heir and must follow in his dragonsick footsteps no matter what, really hurts me the most i think. how fíli had to break from thorin's grasp when he ordered him a 2nd time to throw bilbo from the ramparts, and fíli's "no" when thorin tries to do it himself

during that scene we see fíli not taking his eyes off thorin at all. he gently pushes bilbo away from thorin and into bofur's arms all the while keeping his eyes on thorin, just in case. its such a small detail but it speaks so much of just how much of a protector fíli is, and i can't wrap my head around how young he was during all this

#txt #fili durin #don't mind me i can talk about fili literally forever

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frosticenow · 11 months

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Masterlist l Frosticenow

This is the Masterlist of all my fics. I will try and keep it updated as much as possible. All the the fics are posted on AO3.

Modern Girl in Middle Earth

Young Man's Fancy was Turned into the Spring

Relationships: Fíli (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s) Rating: Mature

Fíli son of Víli and Dís, brother to Kíli and sister-son and heir to Thorin Oakenshield has gone missing without a trace. While his family in the Blue Mountains mourn him, the young prince finds himself in a world different from the one he has always known.

Ongoing

Bagginshield

Diamond in the Garden

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/ Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli/Original Female Character(s) Rating: Mature (also note this had mpreg in it)

It has been just over three years since the Battle of the Five Armies, and Bilbo had created a life for himself back in the Shire. Most of his friends and family wont speak to him and he lives with a shadow of fear the the dwarrow of Erebor will come back for him and find out about his secret. Unexpected visitors appear on his doorstep on day throwing what he thought he knew into chaos.

Ongoing

Flower that Never Die

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/ Thorin Oakenshield Rating: Teen

Thorin is trying to support his family by leaving the safety of the mountain. Traveling to the Shire seems like the best way.

Finished Note: I am planning on reworking this and increasing the length soonish. I also did this for @thorinsspringforge 2023 with @consultingpacha who’s companion piece you can see here.

Thorin/Original Female Character

The Thread of Life

Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character (s) Rating: Explicit specifically for chapters 4 and 6

Thorin Oakenshield begins his question with a small token. The handmade handkerchief was a small memento from the dwarrowdam he had loved in secret.

This was written for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2022. It is a collaboration with @lathalea, who created the beautiful piece of embroidery and prompt.

Finished

A Funny Thing happened in Gondor

Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character (s) Rating: Explicit

Thorin is travelling to the Mannish kingdoms to make trade agreements and strengthen Erebor. The first stop is Minas Tirith, where the Steward of Gondor uses politics as a game. Thorin finds an unlikely ally.

Finished Note: I did this for @thorinsspringforge 2023 with @legolasbadass who’s companion piece you can see here.

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Three Bracelets and a Loaf of Bread

Rating: General

Dis works hard with and for her people. Even if little dwarflings are being spoiled by their adad (father).

This is for The Hobbit and Unexpected Collaboration 2022.

For the Prompt: Everything about Dis

This was written for THUC2022 with @ragsweas Finished

Frerin/Original Female Character

Oh Brother Where Art Thou

Rating: Teen and Up

In which an injured Prince Frerin finds himself in an unlikely position with his memories gone and surrounded by peculiar creatures with large feet and a fondness for being kind.

For the prompt: 25 - Injured and on his last leg, Frerin didn't know where to go after he was left on the battlefield of Khazad-dum. Part of The Hobbit an Unexpected Collaboration 2022 event.

This was written for THUC2022 with @biblophilefox82 Finished

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“Try not to take this the wrong way, Master Baggins, but your virginal ways are known to make one more susceptible to dwarven charms. I’ve read many books on the subject. So, if you were to run into Prince Faenim while in this state, whose to say what could happen?”

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“You’re going to end up hurt, Ori. I don’t say this lightly. I mean it.”

“Promise?” He grinned.

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“By Mahal, Ori! What happened to you?”

Ori gave a sheepish smile. “Bilbo.”

Dís looked to Bilbo in shock.

Bilbo only gave her the same cool look he’d been wearing ever since the first moment Fíli was mentioned. “I was feeling vindictive.”

He hoped that made her worried for Fíli.

She should be.

Bilbo couldn’t wait for the prince to finally show his face.

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I was so exhausted last night I just posted and went to bed without putting out a post on Tumblr. Also, I fixed the issue where the last quarter of the fanfiction was all in bold lol. My bad.

Anyways, here it is! Here it finally is! The Ori chapter.

#the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #bagginshield fic #bagginshield smut #bamf bilbo baggins #bagginshield #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins #bilbo and frodo #frodo in erebor #fanfiction #ao3 author #fanfic #ao3fic

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Welcome to the masterlist for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration! Under the cut you’ll find all of the works in the collection in alphabetical order. Mind the tags and ratings, and be sure to kudos and comment on any works you’ve enjoyed! Thank you everyone for participating!

The Apartments by snowmissus (soul_of_blaze) and SunnyRose Thorin and his siblings have always maintained a certain dynamic - it has always been the three of them. Just the three of them.

And then Dís went and messed that all up. Thorin had absolutely nothing at all to do with that. Nope.

Bottled Up by Heilith and sandwich11213 How do you pay for a thing you didn't want? For the prompt "Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses".

Ghosts of a Rainy Night by daughterofshadows and MulaSaWala There for a moment, but gone the next second. There are many creatures hiding in Mirkwood, but few are as elusive as this one. Have Tauriel and Beriathal encountered a ghost?

How Long Shall We Mourn in the Dark by Previouslyonjuicifer and tinnurin When they were crafted, Orcrist and Glamdring knew that they would see battle one day. But they didn't expect that the valiant Elves that wielded them would ever be defeated. Nor did they expect the arduous journey that happened to them afterwards.

I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me by Moongazer12 and calliosaura "It's not unusual for political marriages between young heirs to occur to unite kingdoms, but...I don't even swing that way!"

I Wanna Name a Drink After You by Blueberryrock and mattimeous At White Stag Tea, Bard has found somewhere he can settle in to write, keep cozy with a delicious cup of chai tea, and listen to the dreamy tunes playing over the speakers. Oh, and pine after the handsome shop owner working behind the counter.

The Importance of Family by freshVanilla and brglhobbit A gallery of Bilbo and Thorin's relationship over the years.

Labor of Love by Scyllas_revenge and BlueberryHobbit Eager for some peace and quiet from the dwarves, Bilbo goes exploring in Rivendell and comes across a moody, awkward young Estel, who's fallen head over heels in love with Lady Arwen.

Despite never having talked to her before (and despite being all of ten years old) Estel is determined to write her a love letter before she returns to Lothlorien. Can Bilbo snap him out of it?

Lessons by BiSquared and FiannaRain Five times Thranduil got parenting advice and one time he gave it.

A Little Victim-less Crime by SplinteredEmotions and StarDryad a maia escapes from what was meant to be their tomb in the depths of Moria and stumbles upon a dwarven caravan.

Midnight Ride by I_did_not_mean_to and peppermintError Peaceful Days at the Last Homely House

Moments Between by bluecaeri and nottoolateforthegame Bilbo and Thorin's budding relationship as seen through the eyes of the company. For prompt "more time during the quest for company bonding".

The (Moving) Company of Thorin Oakenshield by miztes and pralinebaggins "The Company is Middle Earth's best cross-continent moving company. Call Bilbo Baggins for a quote today!"

Bilbo Baggins applies for a new job. Things aren't exactly what he expected.

A (not so) Perfect Shot by Guardianofrivendell and trickster_goddess Kíli and meetings don't go together. After a long line of endless negotiations in Mirkwood he has enough and demands a free afternoon. Wandering through Mirkwood, he sees someone practicing with a bow and arrow. They're not very good at it and Kíli being Kíli, he doesn't spare them. Enter teacher Kíli.

Oh Brother Where Art Thou by BRose87 and Frosticenow In which an injured Prince Frerin finds himself in an unlikely position with his memories gone and surrounded by peculiar creatures with large feet and a fondness for being kind.

The Quest Through Europe by highlynerdy and SwanFloatieKnight In hindsight, maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to start a quest as important as this one on the 13th of April. Thirteen meant bad luck, and that was something they definitely never really ran out of during their whole journey.

The company's trip through Europe as Kíli's travel journal.

Retrieving Mr. Baggins by CuervoDeErebor and highlynerdy Thorin had been so pale the last time Bilbo had seen him. Lying bruised and barely lucid, in the healing tent at the foot of Erebor. He looked impossibly small. It wasn’t pleasant to see Thorin reduced to such stillness. Bilbo had held back tears then, wanting to reach out to him. But in the end, he'd kept his hands to himself, knowing full well that Thorin wouldn’t welcome his touch or pity. Bilbo was technically still banished after all - no matter what had happened on Ravenhill. He would never push for more than Thorin was ready to give.

Before Bilbo could get too lost in these melancholy memories, he heard the kettle whistling and the distinctly heavy footsteps of his guest coming down the hall.

“So,” Bilbo turned with a slightly forced smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having the King of Erebor in Bag End again? Not that I’m not very pleased to see you, of course!”

Our favorite Dwarven King makes a surprise visit to Bag End. And Bilbo is not quite sure what's happening.

Secrets and Heirs by hellsite_user_writes and midearthwritings Everyone in Ered Luin is keeping a secret, and young Kili is getting annoyed.

A Series of Unexpected Adventures by daughterofshadows and Zhie The Old Took's birthday is coming up and everyone is busy with the preparations. Join Bilbo as he collects berries for his papa, finds his way through the corn maze and plays a round of hole-in-one golf. Play along and find out where the story takes you!

A Smial for One's Own by a_boar_named_barry and SwanFloatieKnight Bilbo Baggins definitely had his hobbit hands full caring for his the grandest smial in Hobbiton, and his home, Bag End. And caring for the grandest home meant fighting off those no-good solicitors looking to take Bag End for themselves. But since when did the solicitors get this handsome?

Song as Old as Rhyme by I_did_not_mean_to and Dimdiamond Ori - a popular but elusive author - is invited to a reading in a small bookshop. He's nervous to be perceived by his audience and thankful that his best friend Fíli accompanies him, backed-up by his stern uncle Thorin.

Meanwhile, Bilbo Baggins - proud owner of the said bookshop - can't wait to surprise his employee and friend with a reading from her favourite author. How will all these people fare when their most intimate longings and their jealously guarded secrets of loneliness and existential fear starting clashing?

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met by LordOfTheRazzles and MiraHerondale On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.

A Thief's Plan by Jana_CaisdeShips and Sunshroom42 Bilbo and Thorin have been married about a year, but their relationship is passing throught some issues. Bilbo is missing his king, and Thorin is overworking himself because Erebor is finally being repopulated. Nori and Dwalin are tired of this situation and do something about it.

Three Bracelets and a Loaf of Bread by Frosticenow and Ragsweas Dis works hard with and for her people. Even if little dwarflings are being spoiled by their adad (father).

A Total Knockout by CullenDraws and lukarian Dwarven Culture/Customs that confuse other races, in which Bilbo gets to experience a dwarven greeting firsthand

The Trouble with Little Hobbits by thehufflepuffhobbit and sandwich11213 Bilbo and Thorin accidentally agree to watch four young hobbits at once. They are not prepared for the chaos.

The Unexpected Collaboration of Bilbo and Lobelia by Milliethekitty27 and StarDryad When Bilbo hears someone talking shit about his husband and nephew, he has to work with the one person he’d never thought he’d work with again to get rid of them.

Well, at least Lobelia might stop stealing his spoons.

#the hobbit fic #thauc22

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delicatenightfury · 2 years

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"Bunnanunê."

2021 Month of Writing: Day 25

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x modern!reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,531

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Thorin looked up from his paperwork when the doors of his office chamber burst open. Kili was breathing heavily.

“Kili?” Thorin said, setting his work down. He was in the middle of a discussion with Thranduil and Bard, talking over the next plans to further expand trade between their three homes.

“It’s Y/N,” the prince breathed.

Thorin immediately tensed.

“What’s happened?” Thorin demanded.

“She’s gone into labor.”

Thorin pushed his seat back and quickly got to his feet.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me,” he said to the other leaders.

Both nodded, smiles on their faces.

“We understand, Thorin,” Bard said. “We can continue this another time.”

“Go. Be with your wife,” Thranduil said, bowing his head slightly to him.

Thorin moved out of the room, hurrying down the halls toward his bed chamber. At the moment, the only thing on his mind was getting to his wife. He did not know how far into labor she was. When Fili and Kili were born, his sister Dís had been in labor for several hours before they had come into the world. However, Dís was a dwarf, giving birth to dwarven children. His wife was human. Their child was going to be half dwarf, half human.

While relationships like theirs were not entirely uncommon, they were still rare enough that Thorin was worried about child bearing. Dwarven children were carried longer than humans, roughly 4 years, and tended to be heavier. Y/N had told him early on that human children developed over the course of about nine lunar cycles, a thought that puzzled him originally. Neither were quite sure how long her pregnancy would last. Turns out it was just around eighteen months.

Thorin knocked on the door to his chambers. He didn’t know what state Y/N was in, so he wanted to try to respect her privacy. A minute later, the door opened to reveal his sister, who smiled at him.

“He’s here,” she announced, stepping back so Thorin could move into the chamber.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. His wife was standing by the balcony, hand resting on her large stomach. She took a deep breath and exhaled steadily before looking at him. She smiled back at him. Her free hand lifted and reached for him. Thorin could never deny her and approached, taking her hand. His other hand instinctively went to her stomach as he planted a loving kiss on her lips.

“How are you, amrâlimê?” he asked. (“My love.”)

“As well as I can be,” she replied. “The little one is anxious to greet the world.”

“You are going to do great,” he said.

He knew of her anxieties. Halfway through her pregnancy, she revealed her worries: carrying the child to term, the length of the pregnancy, the pain of child bearing, the state of the child’s health, whether the dwarves of Erebor would accept them. The list went on, but Thorin did everything in his power to relieve her worries.

Y/N suddenly inhaled again, her face twisting in pain. Thorin held her up as she hissed, trying to breath through the contraction. His hand moved behind her and pressed just slightly to massage her lower back. When it finally passed, Y/N looked down slightly at her husband. She was several inches taller than him, which the couple found slightly amusing.

“We are having some serious discussion when it comes to having more kids,” she said.

Thorin chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I will take all the children you give me, my love,” he replied.

Thorin shifted gently on the bed, doing his best not to disturb the two sleeping figures around him. Y/N was fast asleep, exhausted from her long labor. It had been difficult, as expected. She had gone into labor around midday and had given birth as the sun was rising the next morning. Thorin had done everything he could to keep her comfortable, including holding her during the contractions and birth. He had been extremely worried with how weak she was afterwards. Dís reassured him she would be fine, that she just needed sleep. Thranduil had even sent a healer just to check on Y/N and the baby.

Thorin looked down at his resting wife, smiling at her. Even asleep with a light sweat on her forehead and slightly tangled hair, she was beautiful. He could clearly remember when he first met her. It had been back before the quest had even begun. She had been passing through one of the local towns and wanted to buy a sword. It was pure luck that she arrived at the blacksmith shop where Thorin worked.

She had asked if he knew any warriors that could train her. She claimed to “not be from the area,” which Thorin had learned to be quite the understatement. She wasn’t even from Middle Earth originally. Thorin had offered to show her some things, but recruited Dwalin as well. The three trained for nearly a year before Y/N left town. Thorin hadn’t thought he would see her again, but they reunited when the company showed up in Rivendell, where she had been training with the elves.

She had changed in the time since he last saw her. She had put on a bit of muscle, but remained a healthy size. Her hair had grown a significant amount. When they first met, her hair was shorter than Bilbo’s. Thorin could remember when someone would comment about her “boyish” hair and how frustrated she would get. Nearly two years had passed and her hair had fallen midway between her jaw and shoulders. Y/N had insisted on joining them on their quest. Thorin had originally wanted to say no - no human woman should risk her life to help a group of dwarves. But both he and Dwalin knew her skills.

Looking back, Thorin couldn’t have been more grateful for her presence. She kept Fili and Kili out of trouble, though occasionally joining in herself. She provided excellent company to everyone, being beyond caring even when she herself was not at her best. She always made sure to provide encouraging words, being the voice of reason in many situations.

She had even saved his life, and those of his kin.

She knew all along what would happen. She told him that after the fact, fearing the knowledge would somehow change events. She had had the company weave mithril into the coats of Fili, Kili, and himself. It had saved their lives on Ravenhill when they went after Azog while she had been in Dale. The only injury Thorin had truly received was a blade to the foot, something which Y/N scolded him about afterward.

Now, nearly three years later, they were happily married and had a child. Erebor and Dale had both been restored to their former glory. Dwarves from the Blue Mountains returned home, including Thorin’s sister.

Thorin brushed his wife’s now long, curly hair away from her face. She shifted slightly, turning her head to face him, which made him smile. Suddenly, he felt the small body in his arms shift as well. Thorin looked down, a wide smile breaking onto his face. His son rested peacefully in his arms, snuggling into his father.

Thorin adjusted the child’s blanket so he could see his face better. He seemed to be the perfect mixture of his parents. His mother’s face with the Durin blue eyes. His hair was curly and a shade between his own and Y/N’s. He was perfect.

“Bunnanunê,” Thorin said softly. (“My tiny treasure.”) “Nothing brings me more joy than to see you finally with us.”

“I feel replaced.”

Thorin chuckled and looked back at his wife, whose eyes were now open. They were sparkling with love as she gazed at her husband and child.

“Never, ghivashel,” Thorin told her. (“My treasure of treasures.”) “Nothing could ever replace you. My love for you is eternal.”

Y/N slowly sat up and kissed him.

“As is mine for you.” She looked at their son. “How is he?”

“Peaceful. I find it amusing since neither Fili or Kili were ever this quiet.”

“You say that now. Just wait until he starts crying during the night. And the boys have never been able to be tamed.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Thorin handed over the baby to his wife. She cradled him carefully, smiling down at him with love pouring out of her. It was something Thorin would never tire of. He knew how much she wanted to be a mother. “We still have to give him a name, you know.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t do so while I was asleep.”

“No, no. That was nearly Dís. You’re just lucky the boys haven’t gotten their hands on him yet.”

Y/N chuckled and gazed at their son, brushing her finger gently against his cheek.

“Why don’t we wait a little longer?” she proposed. “Let’s just enjoy being together first.”

Thorin carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side so the three were connected. Y/N laid her head against Thorin’s shoulder.

“Of course, my one.”

#month of writing #writing prompt #thorin oakenshield #thorin #thorin oakenshield x reader #hobbit #thorin x reader

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thelordofgifs · 1 year

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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 3

Dís vs Nerdanel

Dís:

The sister of Thorin Oakenshield and mother of Fíli and Kíli.

“the only Dwarf-woman named in these histories”

Nerdanel:

Nerdanel, called The Wise, was the wife of Fëanor, and known as a great sculptor. She refused to follow her family to Middle-earth in the revolt of the Noldor.

Best known as the woman who looked at the hot mess that is Fëanor, went “is anyone going to marry that?” and did not wait for an answer, Nerdanel is also so much more than just the beloved wife of Fëanor. Most notably, she is a sculptor (apparently a male-dominated field in Noldorin society) - her statues are so life-like that the friends of the depicted would go up and talk to them! She is also wise enough to land the epithet Istarnië, which means Wise One, and she is the only person Fëanor ever listened to, which borders miracle territory. Although when she married the pretty young crown prince of the Noldor, people said she was not good-looking enough for him, Fëanor begged to differ, as they had seven kids together, which is the largest amount of kids any Elven couple ever had. There must have been a lot of passion there (or maybe they just really wanted a daughter?). Although Nerdanel always seemed to have wise counsel for her husband, apparently she did not put up with his, as she was close friends with Indis, his stepmother he did not like. Unfortunately, their marital bliss did not last; when Fëanor pulled a sword on his half-brother Fingolfin (Indis's son) and was exiled, she did not come with him and instead stayed with Indis. This is often seen as her inventing divorce, although a more boring reading could simply suggest she disagreed and did not fancy accompanying him (LaCE does say Elven couples could keep separate households for extended periods of time). She also did not think about coming to Beleriand with him after he swore his terrible oath, although she did beg for him to leave her at least one of her kinslaying spawn sweet adorable baby boys (preferably the one she very ominously tried her hardest to name The Fated as a baby). I suppose the resulting, kind of permanent, separation, could definitely count as divorce.

she is a sculptor and an artisan so skilled that Feanor’s love for her competed with his own love of craft and creation. She raised seven sons and pleaded for their fates with Feanor because of how much she loved them and even though she loved him too, she stuck to her own beliefs and refused to leave Valinor….she’s so girlboss and she said you can go be a tragic archetype but our children don’t deserve that and also I will stay right here. We love a woman who refuses to give up her joys and her home even for a man she loves and ESPECIALLY since it was Feanor….the strength of her will is insane. I love her.

Round 3 masterpost

#obscure tolkien blorbo #dis #nerdanel #queuevienen

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