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fanaticsnail · 4 months

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Snail you can't just say "any fandom" I can and will write for transformers with songs by steam powered giraffe don't TEMPT ME!!!!

Real talk though, my first thought went to Lindir or Thorin from The Hobbit (if you didn't know, he's Elrond's right hand and a musician in Rivendell, he doesn't get much screen time but there's a healthy amount of consistent fanon interpretations)

To the song "Come Home With Me" and/or "Wedding Song" from Hadestown and "Dancing and the Dreaming" from How To Train Your Dragon 2, respectively

(strap in, this will take a while)

My idea for the Hadestown songs has less concrete dancing.

Lindir meets the group travelling to the mountain and is flustered by a traveller with them. When the group eats Elrond (wise beyond comprehension and also a little bored and up for some wingmanning) introduces Lindir as their minstrel for the evening, claiming he can sing a song so beautiful you'll fall in love. In this Reader would be a little more boisterous and confident (being in a company of dwarves) and encourages him to give it his best shot. He sings a quick tune about falling in love but when he gets to the part about a proposal the dwarves start laughing at him and he flusters and trails off. You feel bad for him and also happened to enjoy his singing so you put aside your pride to prompt him with your own singing. Framing it as good natured teasing (so the dwarves don't relentlessly tease you), "lover tell me if you can, who's gonna buy the wedding band?" And he joins in and you bounce off each other. Eventually getting up to get in his space more to hopefully fluster him because the dwarves are enjoying how juicy this is getting and you feel a little in too deep now you gotta even the playing field. Only music is his specialty and he feels completely at home in the song. He eventually goes off on a beautiful riff that echoes across the table and manages to fluster you! Trying to get back some of your pride (he's visibly waiting for your turn again) you begin to slightly dance around him, brushing an arm against him here and there and leaning closer to ask who'll make the wedding bed. Naturally flustering him.

The other song (Dancing and the Dreaming) happens when the company stop for a night (you've been travelling with them) and naturally start singing as they love to do. Some dancing kicks up around the fire and you've had your fun with Oin, Bombur and Dwalin and even the brothers Filli and Killi, but Thorin refuses to dance at all. The others notice and (conspiring, having noticed their leaders "hidden" affection for you) ask him to sing a song. Just him, not them. Well, maybe it's the the warmth of the fire, the atmosphere of joyous singing and dancing, the long journey. Or maybe it's the way you smile at him with stars in your eyes, refusing to stutter in your gaze as if he is the most important thing you've ever seen. He sings a love song. Slow and hesitant and a little quiet because he's nervous, he picked a song from human culture - purely a random choice, nothing to do with the idea that if it conveys his feelings he might satisfy the longing to whisk you away on a dance. But it just makes his voice rasp more and you're leaning in closer to hear him, his heart skipping a beat. And then he gets to the part where a woman would join and trails off. Leaving an awkward silence. Until you join in with your voice. The dwarves laugh joyously as the beat picks up and their infectious energy and your smile and reciprocation gives him confidence to jump up and dance with you as you skip in circles. It's a folk dance, circling around each other, swinging away with your hands intertwined to twirl you back to each other's embrace. When the song ends abruptly you're facing each other, hands held and chests brushing with your panting breaths, grinning and breathing each other's air.

Listen. Listen.

You listen here.

Lindir.

Immediately yes.

(it's the fact his og fan name was Figwit until he was named 💀. That brings a smile to my face)

And the song recs?! The way I'm already attempting to perfect For the Dancing and the Dreaming irl for a wedding in 6 weeks (my baby brother).

Thorin dancing, Thorin dancing, Thorin dancing.

LOOK AT YOU WRITING FULL PROSE. MY WORD, SNAIL!!!

You are just coming in with all the beautiful thoughts. I adore you for it.

#x reader #thorin oakenshield #figwit #lindir #thorin x reader prompt #lindir x reader prompt #i adore your thoughts #thank you for sharing them with me

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zoozvie · 12 days

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Imagine: a Dragonborn in The Hobbit

With my poor memory of Tolkien lore, my love for D&D, and just fantasy in general, I've been thinking about a Dragonborn reader going on the adventure to the Lonely Mountain with the dwarven company + 1 Burglar, and sometimes a Wizard.

Please be chill about semantics, I'm so terribly sleep-deprived.

I like to imagine Reader as a Dragonborn can shift and phase through how much of a dragon they look like. Their more human form makes them look odd, something is still strange about them, but most don’t know they’re hiding something unless they are receptive to magical concealment.

Reader is picked up and tagged along with the company shortly before they reach the elven woods, so the dwarves are wary of them because of what has happened to their bloodline involving dragons. Thorin is the least trusting, accusing them and being nitpicky about how they are with the party.

Thranduil is also not pleased with a dragon walking among the dwarves when they get captured in the Mirkwood forest, because of his own history. He can see through their lie to conceal themselves very quickly.

The elves put them on the spot when Thorin and Thranduil are bickering and Thorin is also intrigued by the interrogation.

Their response is more so, “Would you look at yourselves, see how well you get along because you both hate dragons?”

When questioned if they will turn on the dwarves, and the elves then after, because of the temptation of gold in the lonely mountain they reassure that gold is not their fascination, and they have no interest in keeping it.

Everyone gets into it about dragon hordes, and yes they’re dragon-like but not wholly a dragon, and yes they collect things but a massive hoard is too overkill they prefer something more personal.

This forces them to show everyone a sachet hanging from their belt pouch containing smooth and bright-colored stones, sea shells, and things you’d find on the ground. The Dragonborn is very uncomfortable doing this and gets quiet and grumbly, eyes calculating where everyone is around their “hoard”. (While traveling on this adventure, an acorn Bilbo gives them is added to the sachet, to remember him by)

This is only step one of proving to the others that Dragonborns are not entirely dragons, everyone makes their own choices and has their path in life so we should just not assume someone’s entire character based on their birth, right? Hopefully, the Dragonborn can get through to everyone so they'll at least calm down enough to lessen the tension. Or else this will indeed be a long, long journey.

(Bonus points if Reader sings the Misty Mountain song, as an offering to show that they’ll stand by the dwarves)

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rattyoakenbitch · 1 year

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꒰ general otp dialogue prompts ꒱

cw - angst, allusions to suicide

"is this okay?"

"you look so beautiful.. even with all the bruises"

"just because you're a couple years older than me doesn't mean i'm a little baby!"

"you.. have a crush on me?" "yyyessss.." "jeez, did you bump your head?"

"what the fuck is this?"

"you should steer clear of people like me. you deserve better."

"shh, they're finally sleeping"

"you're so good to me and i.. i don't understand why"

"you're so beautiful" "and you look like a frog" (lovingly)

"i know what'll fix this.. where's my tattoo/piercing equipment?"

"i don't see myself living past 25 and i don't intend to."

"i'm sorry i don't know why i'm crying i just-" hiccup

"dammit, [name], i/we don't want you to die!" "well i do! i do!"

"you are the human embodiment of sunshine, y'know that?"

"you just had this lost puppy look on your face and it was impossible not to fall in love"

inbox open!

if you use any of these prompts, please tag me! i'd love to see your work :)

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fizzyxcustard · 11 months

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Can i request a prompt, " I might need to kiss you, if you don't stop saying such things "? With Thorin oakenshield x female reader.

(I'm just going to write a little drabble for this one, and kinda work it the opposite way around to 'Those Hands'. I also won't tag anyone as it'll just be something short and simple. Hope you like it!)

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Council again. Another huge crowd of various leaders and dignitaries from neighbouring lands. That meant men in their finest silk tunics, and women in long flowing gowns that put you to shame. You remained at the end of the table most meetings, taking down notes and generally trying to keep your head down.

Today, however, and you felt that extra stab of envy. Bard had visited with his new wife, who was absolutely stunning. That you could not deny. She was beautiful inside and out. She had sat next to you, and was courteous, even funny. You had noticed all the male gazes falling upon her.

By the time the council chamber was empty, you grabbed your papers and quill, ready to disappear as fast as you could.

"May I have a word?" Thorin asked, offering you a smile.

"Of course," you replied, giving out a gentle sigh.

"Is something wrong? I could not help but notice you seemed distant today, your thoughts apparently elsewhere."

"I'm sorry, Thorin, it won't happen again," you replied, a flush of embarrassment hitting your cheeks.

"Come and sit," Thorin said, gesturing to the empty chairs next to you both. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs, wishing for you to sit. As you obliged and sat down, he sat beside you. "I did not bring the matter up to insinuate you were not performing your duty. I'm concerned that something is wrong."

Thorin always seemed to notice the little things, the finer details that no one else saw. In the time you had known him and he always raised his concerns with you, especially if they were connected to you.

"I'm being childish, I know..." You averted your eyes from Thorin, trying not to look him in the eye. Of course you were being stupid, and you were also madly in love with the king.

"I'm sure you are not."

"I saw the attention that Bard's wife was receiving and it hit a nerve inside me." You hung your head in shame. "I'm not beautiful, alluring, noticeable. Every day I merely exist; I'm never noticed. I'm nothing really."

"Why ever would you think like that?"

"Please do not try and be polite. Look at me, I'm not outwardly beautiful. I'm not particularly skillful..."

Thorin shushed you suddenly. "I might have to kiss you if you don't stop saying such things."

#Thorin Oakenshield #The Hobbit #Prompt request #Thorin x you #Thorin x Female Reader #Thorin x fem!reader #Thorin Oakenshield x you #Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader #Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

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harrypoppinss · 9 months

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Ahoy!! I saw that your requests are open so if it's possible I would love to have one with Fili!!

With the promp ‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

In which they are just friends at first ;)

Thansk so much!! I love your stuff

- Jack

Of course!!! I love the idea of that prompt, especially a friends to lovers type situation!! Also I just got back after a long break, so feel free to send in requests!

⚠️I didn’t proof read this, I apologize for any misspellings⚠️

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I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug

Fili Durin x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, some cursing

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You had been recruited to Thorins company because of you skills that you obtained in the course of your life, of course, Thorin was reluctant to let you tag along because neither him nor any of the other dwarves knew who you were, and what that set of skills was. But after some explanation from Gandalf, along with a few encouraging words from the old wizard; he agreed.

Thats how you ended up here, leaning back against a fallen log as you skimmed through an old book that Gandalf had kindly allowed you to borrow. A few feet away the company was gathered around a growing fire placed upon a pile of sticks and logs. It had been about 5 months since the say you joined, and to say you didn’t expect to be hunted down by an angry orc was an understatement.

Because of this, it has made the journey much more dangerous and fear inducing, but it also got your adrenaline pumping. When you first set off, you were more reserved from the company of dwarves, but very quickly one in particular approached you and struck up a conversation. That Dwarf was named Fili Durin, the nephew of Thorin Oakenshield and heir to the throne under the mountain of Erebor.

Fili was a kind and funny dwarf. He quickly wedged his way into your heart in more ways than one. But unbeknownst to you, you had done the same to him. It was very rare that a dwarf fell in love with someone of another species, but they always believed in true love or finding your ‘one’ so he was just fine with it. He was not one to shy away from flirting either, especially because he wanted to enjoy everything he could before he was eventually betrothed to another dwarf from a high kingdom.

From the fire that was glowing in the wake of dusk, Fili had his eyes on you every couple seconds. Kili, obviously had noticed this and gave him brother a nudge with his elbow, encouraging him to go over to you. Even after becoming one of your best friends (and your crush) he was still nervous to talk to you sometimes, and he truthfully believed it was because he loved you. So to stop his brother from jabbing elbow into his side, he slapped Kilis’ arm before glancing at you once more as he stood up.

Thorin noticed this, but didn’t question his eldest nephew at the moment. Fili cleared his throat as he walked up to you, making your eyes pull away from the words infront of you as you glanced up at him from your sitting position. “Yes Fili?” You asked, folding the corner of the page as you closed the book and laid it on the ground beneath you.

“Walk with me?” He asked you, before he outstretched his hand for you, a gesture he always did when you were sitting or laying down. It wasn’t unusual for you two to go on small walks around the makeshift campsite that you were inhabiting that night. So you nodded, placing your hand in his as he helped you up, allowing you to brush your legs off as he waited patiently.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” You said as he grinned softly, the corners of his mouth moving made his braided mustache dance softly as the two of you started walking out of camp. Back at the fire, Thorin was watching. He knew that look in Filis’ eyes, and if you were his one then be would support the two of you.

“So.. why did you ask me to walk with you this time?” You asked as the camp faded in the background as the two of you walked along a creek side that was surrounded by breathtaking trees, as the setting sun gleamed through the leaves and branches. Fili didn’t answer right away, he just glanced at you. After a moment of silence he slowed down, before turning his head to look at you.

“I’ve been.. meaning to do something that I should have done long ago,” he said. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you also slowed, giving him your undivided attention. “Yes?” You asked. Fili was nervous, it was practically radiating off him at the moment. “Please don’t take me for a fool,” he said, before he began the confession that he rehearsed over a million times in his head.

“I am not sure if your feelings are aligned with mine. I.. am very fond of you” he said, his eyes darting everywhere but your gaze as you proceeded what he said. Slowly, a grin formed on your lips as you reached out, taking his hand in yours. His eyes practically shot to yours as he waited anxiously for your response. “You could never be a fool for that, because believe it or not, I’m also very fond of you.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered under his breath as his hand returned the grip on yours as his lips matched the grin on your lips. “What now?” You asked, your voice softer than before. “I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.” Fili retorted, making a small blush dust your cheeks as you rolled your eyes before your hands gripped onto his coat that he was wearing as you tugged him towards yourself, your lips meeting eachothers as he smiled into the kiss. His hands came up to cup your face as he felt his heart fluttering. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones as he pulled away reluctantly from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes poured into yours.

“How about another kiss for a hug?” You said, making another grin stretch across his lips as he immediately closed the gap between the two of you.

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I had sooo much fun writing this!! I hope I got it right! Thank you again so much for the request❤️

#fili durin #the hobbit #request #fluff prompts #friends to lovers #a kiss for a hug #fili and kili #bofur the dwarf #king thorin #thorin and company #throin oakenshield #kili durin #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fili x you #fili x reader #lotr

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delicatenightfury · 1 year

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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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writer-in-the-water · 1 year

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Some Spice to go with the SMUT!! 🔥🔥

Ok, this is probably nothing new, I'm just saying I dont see much of it. But can we PLEASE normalize "Breaking the Headboard" in fanfiction? And just in general writing?

Not even breaking (depending on if the character is super strong, or maybe the sex pollen gives them super strength, I dunno), even just grasping it will do.

•You wanna convince me that either party enjoyed themselves, IMMENSELY? Here's a good place to start.

•Perfect way to demonstrate pleasure without worrying about hurting other party members!!

•Wanna showcase sensual self-control? I'd work with this.

(Throwing in some fandom #'s for good measure)

Thank you, and goodnight! 🫡

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lathalea · 2 years

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Catch Me If You Can - Thorin Oakenshield Moodboard

What do you think about my moodboard for the Armitage Summer Splash event?

WEEK 2 - PROMPT 12

Trope: Oblivious of feelings Quote: “How dare you!” Image: link

📜 Searching for more stories to read and more art to look at? 📜 📜Here is the masterlist for Week 2 for the Armitage Summer Splash event. 📜

General taglist (please let me know if you'd like to be added/removed): @fizzyxcustard @shrimpsthings @dark-angel-is-back @sherala007 @amelia307 @anyaspidergirl-blog @jotink78 @rachel1959 @saltwater-in-the-afternoon @linasofia @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @legolasbadass @yourqueenunderthemountain @reblogunderthemountain @guardianofrivendell @elrawienthewhite @xmly-xo @tschrist1 @nelleedraws @beenovel @vee-vee-writes @mcchiberry @dumbassunderthemountain @errruvande @laurfilijames @emrfangirl @s0ftd3m0n @lilith15000 @kami-chan1512 @ragsweas @enchantzz @aduialel @myselfandfantasy @thewhiteladyofrohan @elliepie1226 @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @blairsanne @fckmini @clumsy-wonderland @wormsmith @mailinsblogofstuff @medusas-hairband @xxbyimm @guylty

#thorin oakenshield #prompt #fanfic #moodboard #thorin x reader #richard armitage #the hobbit #armitage summer splash #thorin

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frodo-cinnamonroll · 1 year

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LotR Fanfic Prompts (#2)

1. Y/n is a loyal citizen of Rohan and would not hesitate to protect his or her country. Y/n has never been noticed, though, and has never really tried to be for fear of being seen as impulsive, since he or she hasn't much status. Y/n has long been a close friend of Éowyn, but only when Théoden is freed from his mental trap set by Grima can y/n prove his or her strength and loyalty as battle looms on the horizon.

2. Recently, mysterious bouquets of flowers have been appearing on the doorstep of y/n's hobbit house. Although y/n is quite observant, she can't figure out who in the Shire is leaving the little tokens. While she has her suspicions, nothing is for certain. At loss of what else to do, she asks her best friend, Rosie Cotton, for help and together they uncover her secret lover (your choice of hobbit), and not too soon, for a perilous journey awaits.

3. Thorin survives the Battle of Five Armies and becomes and remains King Under the Mountain. Dale becomes prosperous again and is no longer idle. Years after, Thorin revives news of danger brewing in the South and decides to travel to Rivendell where a council is being held, that is, the Council of Elrond.

#lotr #lotr fandom #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #fic prompt #fanfiction #fanfic #the hobbit #hobb #lotr two towers #lotr the two towers #eowyn x reader #hobbit x reader #thorin x reader

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fili-urzudel · 5 months

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Hello!! Could you do 14, 15 and 31 with Fili? Romantic or platonic, up to you. Thank you 💜

13. Sitting together

14. Handholding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

31. Stargazing

This combination is classic and oh-so-fluffy, and with my favorite Dwarf to boot! I went ahead and added another prompt as well.

Everyone lives AU, because there is no other ending in my mind.

BTW I'm sick :( but I'm going to try to get at least one other prompt request out this week

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k

Moonrise - Fíli Durin x Reader

The Durin's Day festival was always fun, but it was all the more spectacular in the newly reclaimed Erebor.

"The first autumn equinox since the mountain was reclaimed, can you believe it?" Fíli said with a bright smile, looking with pride at the crisscrossing bridges and vaulted ceilings of the entrance to the mountain. There was still plenty of work to be done, to be sure, but its improvement was impressive regardless.

"And in a couple days, the anniversary of when it was reclaimed," you nodded in agreement. "A few months after that, the anniversary of the first time you walked around by yourself."

"Hush, I'm trying to enjoy this," Fíli gave you a fake scowl, unconsciously probing the scar hidden beneath his tunic.

You changed directions. "Of course, my Prince," you teased. "You look very nice today."

You meant it. His hair was freshly washed, the slightly damp strands frizzing out in the cool morning air. Each bead was carefully placed, a few decorative gold ones added in place of a crown. His tunic was a smooth yet understated silk underneath his leather vest and wool coat. Every detail was precisely placed, the burnt oranges and browns blending seamlessly. He had clearly been seen to with the utmost care. He looked like royalty, even without the royal garb. Most importantly, he was healthy.

His smile softened, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his mustache. "Thank you," he glanced to the ground before looking back up at you. "And you're beautiful as ever."

You blushed deeper than him, unused to compliments. You plucked at the placket of your own wool coat, dyed a deep woad blue. It was your favorite. "Thank you," you said, choosing for once to believe him. "What duties do you have today?"

"None, surprisingly," Fíli breathed. "Thorin's let me have a break, so I can enjoy the first festival in our new home right alongside you." Something about that little word, our, set your heart ablaze. "You want to stick with me?"

"If you'll have me," he smiled again. That smile was impossible to resist.

"Of course I will."

Erebor had been steadily growing over the past year, but that day, it seemed more alive than ever. The market squares were full, overflowing into the wide side streets. Jewelry, blades, shields, ceramics, sculptures--anything made out of earth or in forges were certainly found somewhere in the expansive space. The Ereborian dwarves' tentative friendship with the Men of Dale caused new, less traditional stands to pop up as well: flower stalls, street food vendors featuring fish dishes, and clothing and homeware shops full of bolts of linen. The mountain had only dwarves—and Bilbo—in its halls, a presently rare occurrence, and so you were all free to speak Khuzdul, the sharp sounds ringing pleasantly in your ears.

The two of you strolled as quickly as possible through all the markets had to offer, determined not to miss the afternoon's performances. You exercised exemplary self-restraint, only stopping at one of every five stalls that caught your eye.

"No," became a very popular word as well, what with resisting Fíli's unceasing offers to purchase anything you liked.

"Well, if you will not spend any of your share of the treasure, I must spend some of mine and relieve what must be the terrible, stifling boredom of your living quarters, my friend," he teased, mustache beads swinging from side to side.

"I will have no prince wasting his money on me."

"Oh, it's never a waste if it's you," Fíli told you surely.

There he went again, saying things that made your palms sweat and your cheeks flush. "You're too kind."

Fíli smirked at the way you diverted your gaze. "Well, if I cannot buy you a rug, at least allow me to buy you lunch," he gestured to a permanent restaurant on the corner that was swarmed with dwarrow.

You couldn't help a smile at that. "Hot stew?" You asked, referring to the almost overpoweringly spicy meat-and-potato stew that was a dwarven classic. Benron's was your favorite.

"As hot as you like, of course," He agreed, guiding you forward with a gentle hand on your back.

The stew made your eyes stream in the best way, and you pulled Fíli out of the restaurant scarcely once he was finished eating. "We have to find good seats!" You reasoned as he raised an eyebrow, still wiping his mouth.

"You do realize that Thorin has the best seats, and by extension, we do as well?"

"Right," you said. You had forgotten. Somehow, none of the Durins were royalty in your mind. They were still your traveling companions, dirt poor and looked at as crazy.

"Still, it is sort of nice to take a seat before everyone starts filtering in and it gets too loud," Fíli reassured you. "After you."

The grand presentation began with a song to the mountain. In the ancient tradition, singing was a way to ask the mountain to reveal its secrets, a careful gathering of tones that would uncover its nature.

This song, however, was made more to please the ears of the listener. It was a song of thanks, of hardly believing that this mountain was once again the shelter for her people. You tried your best to control the tears that rose to your eyes.

Fíli leaned over, bumping your shoulder with his. You gave a small smile that he returned, and you could see in his eyes that he was thinking of all that it took to get there.

"We did it," you whispered.

"Yeah, we did."

The opening songs were followed by traditional dances, a speed-forging competition, and a few spars. You cheered on the brothers as they fought each other, with a healthy dose of brotherly teasing. Fíli let his little brother win, or so he told you. The look on Kíli's face was more than worth it. You congratulated him and let them both clean up as you headed to the gates.

The gates were still open, cool air pouring into the mountain as the sun dropped in the sky.

Dale was dimmer than usual—the city was empty. The men were lining the edge of the water with candles. This equinox now also marked the anniversary of the fall of Laketown and many of their loved ones. The dwarves tried their best to be respectful of their vigil.

You leaned against the wall and watched. You hoped they found peace and remembered to enjoy their new lives. Bard, standing at the back of the group, turned around. He caught your eye and nodded.

"Come with me, I think we should see something," Fíli's low whisper startled you from your reverie, and his hand wrapping around yours even more so.

"Where are we going?" You asked, not that it mattered. With his hand in yours, you'd probably follow him anywhere.

He led you on a trek around the front of the mountain, the setting sun turning everything orange and making his hair appear as flames as you went.

Caught in the daze of bliss, it took you a while to notice what was draped over his other arm. "Wait, is that—I told you not to buy that!"

It was the woven blanket you had noticed earlier, the tapestry depicting sunrays falling through a thick forest of firs. "And what if I bought this for myself? I have uses for it."

"Then it's alright, I suppose."

"You can keep it once I'm done with it, though."

"Sly fox."

"Coin pincher."

"Seriously, though, where are we going?" You asked.

Fíli smiled at you. "A certain very large staircase."

You gasped. "Leading to a secret doorway?"

"The very same. I figured, since we were both trying to help Kili, erm, not die, we missed the excitement, and now we can see it for ourselves."

"That's extraordinarily thoughtful of you."

"Eh, I'd say averagely thoughtful at best," Fíli shrugged.

"Perfectly suitable for me," you told him.

"Good."

The achingly long trip up the staircase was rewarded with a very nice sight: another, less decorative blanket spread across the stone, a couple flat pillows, and three lanterns, already lit and ready to face the darkness.

"When did you find time to do this?" You asked Fíli, grinning from ear to ear.

"I have my ways," he said mysteriously. "And help."

"That's where Bofur, Bilbo, and Dori disappeared to," you observed. "I see. Well, it's very sweet of all of you."

"I'm glad you think so," Fíli said, still holding your hand as he guided you to sit on the blanket with him.

The stairs had taken longer than anticipated, so the sun was already almost gone. You quieted as you realized how close the time was. The two of you watched in quiet admiration as the moon rose, bright and perfect, into the sky, before you turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the door.

You gasped. "There it is!" The moonrise revealed the shape of a perfectly hidden keyhole. "That is very neat, indeed."

"Mmhm," Fíli agreed. "Beautiful." The keyhole was not what he thought was beautiful. He wasn't actually looking at the door at all, but rather you, and the way the moonlight reflected off every spectacular detail of your face.

He had never known quite when he started to feel this way, only that he didn't in the Blue Mountains, when he barely knew you, and he did now.

You turned your gaze from the keyhole once the wonder had made a comfortable space in your heart, and looked to the stars, all too aware of how close Fíli was.

You read out the constellations to yourself in the comfortable silence, assuming the prince was doing the same. You then heard him shift.

"Lay with me," Fíli offered, and you turned around in record time, cheeks blazing and eyes wide.

"What?"

He was already lying down with his head on one of the pillows. "To watch the stars more comfortably."

"Alright," you said, voice quiet. You scooted down until you could lay your head on the other pillow, before changing your mind. You decided to take a risk and settle your head on his chest instead.

"Is this alright?" You asked immediately. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable in this situation.

"Of course it is," he said softly, his arm raising to hold your waist. "I enjoy being close to you."

It wasn't quite a grand confession, but it was good enough for your heart to begin hammering in your chest. "I enjoy being close to you, too."

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imagines--galore · 1 year

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Kili x reader angst where they're courting so reader has in the braids and beads et. But reader gets taken during a fight as a prisoner and they punish her by cutting off her hair n such and she's so apologetic and guilty to kili when he sees but he just sees red because whoever they were fighting violated his love (cuz in dwarf culture that's cruel). Angst comfort mega combo

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Angst. Comfort. A bit of fighting and a bit of trauma but thats it.

A/N: Moving from one city to the other really takes it out of ya. Anyway! I am now back and writing again. Omg I LOVE this request so much! Much fluff. Much feels. :3

Also I am now taking requests so go ahead and send me stuff. You can find my rules here. Please send me stuff to write!

You couldn’t help but feel giddy. More then once your hand would raise to the newly formed braid in your hair. It rested beside your left temple and you could still feel the warmth of Kili’s fingers where he had braided it not even a few hours ago. It felt strange to have a new braid, but one you were more then proud to wear. The bead and braid both signified your status with the Royal Family. But more then that. It told the world that you and Kili belonged to one another.

Placing the last of the packs onto the cart, you gave a small nod to the driver who stirred the ponies into motion and began carting the now loaded goods back to Erebor. You had been traveling with the tradesmen to exchange goods with a nearby village. Your ailing father had not been able to make the trip, and being his only child, the duty had fallen on your head. Two members of the Royal Family, namely Thorin and Kili had decided to accompany the party in hopes of forming some alliance with the village Master.

It had been the night before that Kili had requested your presence. You had been confused at his strange behavior. Normally, Kili would be full of words and he never had a problem to articulate them. That night though, he had been stumbling over his words and when he had finally caught on to your confusion, he had simply held the bead out to you.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement.

It was true your feelings for the young prince were rather strong and deep, but you had never imagined that his ran just as deep as yours. Tears had filled your eyes, but you had blinked them away before reaching up to pull down the hood of your cloak. Kili had stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to take a section of your hair which he then began to braid. The two of you were silent as he expertly attached the bead with his family crest at the end of the now finished braid. The silence made the moment all the more intimate.

As soon as it was done, you gave him no warning before you had jumped into his arms had embraced him tightly. The small clearing now rang with joyous laughter as he spun you around, before setting you down and sealing the moment with a kiss.

You were so lost in reliving the memory of last night that you did not notice the strange dwarf approaching you from behind. Not until it was too late.

Fleeing was not an option, as several dwarfs began to attack the ones she had come with. You could only struggle helplessly as you and several other dwarfs were thrown in the back of a cart and the thieves made quick work of escaping, taking whatever loot they had gathered, and whoever they had captured.

Including you.

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It had all happened rather quickly.

The dwarfs had taken several hostages, including you, but it had taken next to no time for the soldiers of Erebor to be dispatched to rescue everyone. However, the few hours you were held hostage was enough for a few things to transpire.

One of the kidnappers was tormenting an old dwarf, kicking him around to make him walk faster. Not being able to sit quietly, you had snapped at the abuser, prompting him to turn his attention to you. He had told you to shut up, before turning back to his previous task. You had picked up a rock and thrown it at his head, the small projectile meeting its mark.

Only once his attention turned to you, did you realize that perhaps you shouldn’t have done that. He marched over to you, before yanking you away from the group of kidnapped dwarfs huddled together for safety. You had kicked and screamed the entire time, yet your cries fell on deaf ears. Multiple kicks were aimed at your torso and face, yet they did not hurt as much as when the dwarf yanked at your hair.

Once his greedy eyes landed on the bead Kili had gifted you, his lips pulled into a menacing smile. Pulling out a wicked looking dagger, the dwarf carelessly chopped off the braid Kili had so lovingly braided. You barely noticed as the steel of the blade cut across your forehead, you cried in despair as the braid with the bead was thrown in a nearby fire where it smoldered to nothing.

It was only seconds later that the warriors sent to rescue you fell upon the enemy emitting blood curdling war cries. Yet you barely noticed as you continued to stare into the depths of the small fire, tears filling your eyes, as you mourned the loss of something so small, yet so significant.

Feeling a warm hand being placed on your shoulder, you glanced up to see Dwalin looking down at you with a kind and gentle expression. Slowly, you allowed him to guide you to where his pony stood waiting. He helped you onto the animal, before getting behind you. You barely noticed anything and anyone around you as the triumphant rescue party began to trek back to Erebor with the kidnappers in tow.

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To say Kili was beside himself with worry would be an understatement. The moment he had realized what had happened, and that you had been one of the dwarfs kidnapped, he had wanted to take the first pony and run after you. His uncle, however, had other ideas. Fear of this being a plot to draw the royals of Erebor out in the open, Thorin had decided to send his best warriors, led by Dwalin, to retrieve you and the other dwarfs. Still it did not stop Kili from screaming at his Uncle to let him go, neither did it stop him from telling Fili off for siding with Thorin.

His heart felt as if it would beat right out of his chest. His mind raced with thoughts of you. Every single moment you had both shared, before being replaced by the sight of you broken and hurt lying somewhere out in the open. For hours he paced the ramparts of the mountain, looking over at the horizon, to try and catch a glimpse of the returning warriors.

It was a few hours later that he heard the distant call of a horn. All over the mountain horns began to blow, signalling the return of the rescue party. Kili was the first one at the gates, straining to catch a glimpse of you as the small band of dwarfs approached. Dwalin rode at the very front and reached first. He was quick to dismount, before moving to help lift your trembling body from the back of the pony and set you on the ground.

A wave of dizziness overcame you, as you swayed on your feet, yet the feeling of two familiar arms wrapping around you and supporting your body, was able to give you a little strength. You raised your wide eyes to look at Kili’s face. The sight of him, looking so worried and relieved, broke whatever shred of control you had as you collapsed against him and began to sob over your loss.

“I’m sorry, Kili. I am so sorry. I-I lost the bead you gave me. T-th-they cut my braid and I tried to save the bead but they threw it in the fire. I-I c-couln’t-” Here your strength seemed to fail you as your knees collapsed underneath you. Luckily, Kili was there to catch you. Wrapping his arms more firmly around your frame, he pulled you close. Briefly the world around the two of you disappeared as he comforted you.

His face was buried in your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances in your ear. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his clothes as the trauma finally registered in your mind. So far you had been focused on protecting and helping the other captives. But now? With Kili’s arms around you, you simply could not hold yourself together. Your body shook with each sob as Kili pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

The Dwarf Clan that had decided to attack the citizens of Erebor were more then a little nervous now. They had no idea who you were. No idea that you were the betrothed of a Prince of Erebor. Each dwarf shuffled nervously as Kili finally raised his head to look at each of the dwarfs in turn.

His eyes held a rage that made his hands tremble as his gaze swept over the villains. They would pay. Every single one of them would be held accountable for the horror they had inflicted upon his beloved.

“My son?”

His attention was briefly diverted by the presence of his mother. Behind her stood his Uncle and brother, alongside many other dwarfs who were greeting their own loved ones that had been kidnapped. When they had arrived, Kili had no idea. Dis reached out to gently extract you from his embrace. Kili moved to protest but a look from his mother had him stay silent. “I shall take care of Y/N. See her injuries are not severe.” Her eyes flitted to the captured dwarfs. Kili could see fury in his mother’s eyes as well, mirroring his own. But he knew Y/N needed to be taken away. He had no desire for you to see what he was about to do the captured dwarfs.

Nodding, Kili reached out to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will see you soon, my heart.” He whispered to you in Khuzdul. You raised your tear-stained cheeks to meet his gaze as Dis gently pulled you away. You followed the motherly dwarf after a parting look to your betrothed.

Once you had safely entered the mountain, Kili turned his attention back to the Dwarf Clan that had dared take you from him. He glanced at his brother and Uncle. The former’s anger was equal to his own, since he considered you family and hated to see you hurt and in despair. His Uncle simply raised his hand and spoke. “They will be punished however you see fit, sister-son.”

The dark look that crossed over Kili’s features had the Dwarf Clan regretting what they had done, and praying he would show some leniency.

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As soon as you had returned to your chambers, Dis had shooed your handmaidens so that they may prepare a warm bath. The older female dwarf had held you close to her side as the handmaidens prepared the bath for you. Though as soon as everything had been laid out and she was in the large tub, you spoke.

"If you don't mind, Mother, I want to be alone."

You didn't want be in anyone's presence at the moment, wanting to grieve the small yet significant loss on your own. Dis seemed to understand the reasoning behind your words and gave a small nod. Once the handmaidens had departed, Dis leaned down to press a motherly kiss to your brow.

"If you need to speak to anyone my dear, let me know." With a parting smile she left.

You had no idea how long you sat in the tub for. Her hand hung around you, unbound and free, floating in the warm water. Taking a small breath, you submerged completely in the water, closing your eyes as you allowed the warmth of the water to envelope your tired aching body. You could've stayed down in the cocoon of safety forever, but you needed to breath.

Emerging from the depths, you took a deep breath.

You didn't know for how long you sat in the water, feeling utterly numb and refusing to let yourself acknowledge what had happened. Perhaps it would be wise to simply move forward from the event.

Pretend it hadn't even happened.

It wasn't until you started to shiver from the now cold water that you stepped out of the bath, and wrapped a warm thick robe around your body. Water trickled from your hair, leaving a small puddle as you walked towards the vanity. Your fingers brushed against the handle of your comb when your gaze shifted to look in the mirror. The sight of your empty eyes, and the lack of the braid Kili had so lovingly put in your hair was the breaking point.

A whimper echoed in your chambers, followed by the sound of sobbing as you let loose the pain and horror. It finally sank in just how frightened you had been. Terrified. And amidst what had happened, you had lost something so so so precious.

The thought only made you sob all the more harder.

You didn't hear the door to your room opening, didn't catch sight of the pained look that overtook Kili's features as he ran to gather you in his arms.

"What is it my heart? What hurts?" He asked, checking you over to make sure there was no serious injury. You shook your head, just clutching to him. It took a little while before your sobs subsided and you calmed down enough to take a deep breath and speak.

"I'm sorry." The word hadn't even left your mouth before Kili cut you off. "You need not be sorry for anything my love. Nothing is your fault." His hand gently caressed the small area near your forehead where your braid had hung just this morning. You averted your gaze, shame coloring your cheeks, but he grasped your chin, and gently turned your head to look at him.

"I ran into Mother on my way hear. And she gave me something." So saying, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a small bead. It was beautifully crafted, and she could see the skill behind it despite the tears still welling in her eyes.

"My father gave this to my mother, when they were betrothed. And now she wants you to wear it." Your eyes widened and you shook your head. "Kili, I couldn't this is your father's gift to your mother." You said, leaning away from him slightly.

He smiled. "She considers you a daughter Y/N, she offered this to you. But should you feel strongly about it you can wear this for a few days while I create another betrothal bead for you." He said, his fingers already grasping a new section of your hair. You were silent as he began to braid your hair anew. With each lock of hair intersecting, you could feel your soul being pieced together once more.

Finally, Kili clicked the bead into place, and smiled at you. "Just as beautiful as ever." He said, his eyes meeting yours.

An involuntary giggle fell from your lips at his shameless flirting. One of the many traits that had won you over. "Thank you Kili." You closed whatever space was left between the two of you and pressed your lips to his.

His fingers buried in the hair at the back of your head as he returned the embrace. It was sweet, slow and seemed to sooth whatever leftovers the both of your had. And as he held you, you couldn't help but feel safe and loved.

"I love you, Kili." You breathed against his lips. You could feel him smile gently in response before he whispered back his response.

"And I you, Y/N."

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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Hello! I'm sick and on a major Hobbit/LotR kick. I found your blog and I'm in love with your writing! If possible, could I request something like how Thorin's company (specifically Kili, but can add others) would react upon discovering reader has Trichotillomania (anxiety-induced hair plucking disorder)? I know it sounds kinda stupid, but it just popped into my head.

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Not stupid at all! Pulling at/out my hair if I’m anxious or have no fidgets is kind of something I do and tend to have characterized as a “bad habit” so I so get this! But our hair is precious as our lovely dwarves will remind us 😌 hopefully this is accurate, I included feelings I have when I’ve had anxiety/panic attacks, too, & just got carried away with some of them! If this is not a good representation, my apologies in advance love 🙏🏻

Trichotillomania- Thorin’s Company x Reader

Balin

“If ever you wish to talk, I hope you know this old dwarf’s ears still work.” Eyes widening, then narrowing as they looked up at Balin standing there the sunshine, you found yourself nodding and wringing at the ends of your sleeves. “Thank you,” you replied, “but why all of a sudden?” “I can tell you’ve been under some stress, and I can’t pretend I don’t understand. But ‘tis always better to talk about it than take it out on ourselves. Or each other, but I can’t foresee that being a problem with you,” the older dwarf winked. “No,” you chuckled, shaking your head, “I have no plans to start a fight. It may sound silly to you, what I have to say.” “Please,” Balin waved a hand, smiling lightly. You loved the way he always said ‘laddie’ or ‘lassie’. “I grew up with Dwalin and then the princes running around underfoot for how many years? Daresay I’m an expert at the inane by now.” “In that case, I’ll think of it as some free entertainment for you,” you joked back.

Dwalin

“Have you ever considered shaving it all off?” Frowning, you drop your hands and swivel to face the bald dwarf. You hadn’t exactly expected anyone to catch you having a panic attack in the woods, let alone cut through it with sarcasm. Body freezing, you wracked your brain for a response. Dwalin, it seemed, perceived that, changed his tone. “‘m not makin’ fun of you. Might feel good if y’ don’t mind looking like me. Ever you want to, just say the word and I can help.” Rough as his words were, you could sense the care behind them. Would it feel better to be rid of your compulsions completely, to have a fresh start? Whether you truly considered it or not, well aware were you how meaningful a suggestion it was by the warrior. “You say that as though looking like you is an insult,” you simply replied and gave him a nudge.

Thorin

Joint discovery. That is the word you would use to describe the night. Thorin had jolted awake suddenly, taking deep, panting breaths you could see heaving beneath his bedroll as you sat on watch duty, shock, concern, and anxiety increasing your own reactions. Coming to, the king-to-be took in the sight of you, sighed at the familiarity, thought better of it as his brows knitted. “Did you just have a nightmare?” You asked, and all but simultaneously Thorin said he saw the way your hands wrung your head. “Quite a bad habit,” you replied sheepishly, “but you really should go back to sleep.” “I think I would prefer to stay awake for a time, if that is alright,” Thorin responded, sitting up and brushing some long black hair off his shoulder. “Of course,” you told him, surprised but smiling at the way he shuffled to sit at your side. Tentatively you reached out a hand. “May I?” The king gave a silent nod, prompting you to gently rub his back, content at the new, more soothing occupation of your hand.

Oin

It all started when Oin was given bedroll duty, taking up all the members’ nighttime dwellings to carry once more. Upon yours, he could not help noticing, was a mass of hair, an unusual amount even for a race so conscious of its shedding. Approaching you, he asked if you’d not been feeling well, perhaps wanted to try an oil to care for your hair with or an herbal supplement to bring your strength back. Eyes shining at his generosity, you break down and admit your nervous habit, the way your hands go to your hair especially in the dark of night when all seems lost. From then on he appoints himself your personal hair carer, even teaches you new ways to style it that might keep it more safely out of the way. His hands work so gently over your hair, undoing the irritation and pain it had endured for so long and bringing a soft smile of contentment to your lips.

Gloin

Heavy breaths mingle with your own, prompting you to snap briefly enough from your reverie to register the dwarf running toward you with great stomping steps. Jumping a bit, you find yourself goggling at Gloin, who rests his hands on his knees and heaves a few more times before addressing you. “Now what’s brought this on? Can’t have you hurting yourself.” ‘Hurting yourself’ was never a consideration you’d made, but you supposed your hair was less precious to you than it was to the rest of your companyman. “You- you weren’t supposed to see that,” you told Gloin, folding your hands in your lap. At that, though, the auburn-haired dwarf waved a hand. “Nothing to be ashamed of. If it’s botherin’ you up there, why don’t you try one of these?” Any of the dwarves reaching into their pockets worried you a bit, but your mind races for his brief rummage until he produces a small article that looks somewhere between a cap and a bonnet. “Keep it safe up there. And if ya need something to do, why, come play a few rounds with my brother and I! That’ll keep your hands moving so fast you’ll forget you have ‘em!” “Hands or worries?” You laugh shakily. Luckily, Gloin gives a huge laugh at your awkward joke, patting you on the back. “Both if we’re lucky!”

Bifur

Far gentler about it than one might expect from him. He knows what it is like to have trauma, though, to have PTSD even if he doesn’t have that word for it. Thus he can read the signs of anxiety from a league off and tends to shuffle to your side during those moments. He knows his way of communication draws focus, attention, so as he sees you tugging at your hair he begins to sign questions. Simple questions, but ones you must then answer. “What is your name?” You tell him. “What is your name?” He signs again. Even through the spikes of overwhelming weight, the way the world closes in on you, you find yourself trying to remember how to sign your name if you know it, indicate you can’t if you don’t. Nodding, Bifur keeps this method going, cutting slowly but surely into the spiral and even telling you at the end of it that you are precious…all of you.

Bofur

“Hey, hey, whoa, what’s all this, huh?” Starting, you see Bofur appraching you, clearly having caught you ripping at your hair. Before you can respond his gloved hands fall over yours, removing them gently. “Feeling a mite stressed?” World still pressing in on you, you just nod, and Bofur’s hazel eyes soften. “Well, I don’t much are for seeing ya hurt yerself. Tell ye what: why don’t we try this instead?” Sitting up straighter, you peer up at the dwarf to see him unwinding his scarf and draping it over your shoulders. “Next time you don’t feel good, try playin’ with this instead. I like to mess with the little fringe on the end myself.” Fingers thoughtfully caressing the dangling edges, you smile as the scent of him rushes to you, grounding you that much more. “Are you sure?” “Positive,” he nods, patting your shoulder, “it’s all yours. Then again, I daresay it’s long enough for the both of us.” He winks and you grin all the way this time.

Bombur

“You get served first tonight,” Bombur tells you one evening, nodding to the carven bowl in your hand. “Me,” you ask, “why?” “Can tell you’ve been having a bad day is all,” the fiery-haired dwarf replied as he plucked the vessel from your hand, “and if you aren’t feelin’ well, well, extra to you!” Did he think you were sick? “This is just something that happens to me, though,” you told him, “it is not new." "Well," Bombur filled your bowl up high as he could, "more nourishment for that pretty hair of yours, and tell you what- next time you feel like pullin' it out, how's about asking for a hug instead?" Pausing, you accepted the warm wood he handed you. "You feel no shame at that?" "No," he replied, voice quietened, "I will only feel lucky." "As will I," you told him with a smile, knowing how Bombur gave the company's greatest and warmest hugs.

Dori

Dori, you knew, had the habit of hovering over his brothers, whether it was keeping them from their squabbles or ensuring they would not be catching cold, but you were hardly used to receiving such attention the day he sat at your side, insisting you share a cup of tea with him. Gently setting the steaming cup in your hands, the eldest Ri brother started asking you questions about how you were feeling, if the company treated you well. Sharing some stories and laughs about the others first, you finally asked him what this tea was all about. Well, in the most literal sense, Dori told you it was a calming blend with a bit of something Oin said helped hair grow and even a small dash of sugar he was able to scrounge up! Beyond that, well… “You don’t take care of yourself,” he replies, your name heavy but sweet upon his lips, “so I thought I could do it for you. I’m used to that, you know. Your hair is beautiful as your smile, so I suppose I wanted to protect both. Sorry if that’s silly.” Letting your head fall on his shoulder, you cupped your warm tea a bit tighter, tears welling in your eyes. “Not at all, Dori. Not at all.”

Nori

“Have you been itchin’?” Nori asks you one night, sending your gaze rapidly swiveling his way. “I beg your pardon?” “Couldn’t help but notice the way your hair is botherin' you," he replies with a shrug as he passes your bowl. Accepting your nightly meal, you sigh. "No, it isn't that, I... I get anxious. Don't know why I do it, but I can't help it." "No?" Nori pauses before his signature smirk returns. "But I can!" "Huh?" Dropping your spoon back into the stew incredulously, you turn your attention his way once more. "What do you mean?" "Simple. Just tell me when you get worried. If you like the feeling of something touchin' you, well I think I have that covered." Your eyebrows shoot up at that, raising a bark of laughter from the dwarf. "Whatcha getting in that pretty head of yours? Thought I might hold your hands, put an arm around ya."

Ori

“I made you this.” Ori holds out a knitted bear to you, smiling sheepishly through your zoning stare at the fire. Giving him your full attention, you break into a smile, clutching your gift close as you ask him what it is for. “Well,” the young dwarf rubs at the back of his neck, “I wasn’t trying to see, but, well, I did, so…” “What are you talking about?” Your brows furrow. “I noticed the way you pull out your hair when you get stressed and I thought it might hurt,” Ori replies, voice quiet, “so I made you something you can squeeze instead. It’s alright. He can’t feel the pain. Not like you can.” Tears well up in your eyes; misunderstanding, Ori takes a step back only for you to catch his hand, holding it tight and looking him in the eyes. “Thank you for seeing me. Truly.”

Fili

“You call that a bad habit? Why, you should see what half of this company’s gotten up to in their lifetimes! The sheer number of things they’ve snuck on this very trip,” Fili said with a smirk. A wave of nerves crashed over you, falling into a defensive cross of your arms. “Well, I’m sorry I’m too much of an anxious wreck to be exciting,” you bit out, turning away from him only to feel a hand on your shoulder. “Wait,” Fili breathed your name, “that came out wrong. All I meant is these rapscallions are the ones who have anything to be ashamed of. I’m sorry you have to deal with all that. Please let me make it up to you.” His blue eyes bore into yours, softening earnestly enough to earn him a nod from you. “Alright,” you agreed, “I understand. You were just trying to keep things light, we’ve all done it. What did you have in mind, then?” “Next time you feel nervous, think of me as your personal doll!” “I beg your pardon?” “How many years have I had this hairstyle? More than I can count! Let’s let some good come from those idle hands,” the blonde urged you with a smile, “and play around with each other’s hair instead. What say you?” Blast it- as if if you could ever resist that grin!

Kili

Frantic motions of your hands are interrupted by a softer touch, hands gently running over your scalp. “Care to talk or would you rather just sit?” Kili’s voice, a sound that rarely fails to bring a smile to your face, echoes behind you as he lowers your now-joined forms into a seated position upon an abandoned bedroll. The arm not reaching to your head, seemingly unashamed of the damage you’ve done that sometimes fuels your spirals, is wrapped firmly around your shoulders from the front to hold you against his chest. “I don’t mind either way as long as I’ve got you here.” “Then let us enjoy the silence,” you request quietly, internally fighting the part of you that struggles to accept the blessings you are given. “For as long as this lot’ll let us,” Kili snorts, but with that he presses a kiss to your forehead and continues holding you, fingers shifting to grab one of your hands as he soothes the itching patch of hair you’d been reaching for.

Bilbo

“Oh. Oh, dear, what’s the matter there?” He isn’t trying to make things worse and in fact he’ll get quite apologetic, but the hobbit has never seen such behavior so it raises legitimate, innocently blunt question. The shame, though, does not ease your spike of anxiety, leaving your hands shake with the pressure of both your trigger, your impulse, and the fight of it for fear of Bilbo’s judgment. Suddenly his hand is upon your shoulder. “It’s…a lot, isn’t it? I understand. Typically my go-to is to faint, but I can see why this lot would have you wanting to pull your hair out!” Weakly he swings his arm, clearly trying to joke you out of your state. Your brows furrow, such an unexpected reaction jarring some breaths back into your lungs. You are surprised again when Bilbo takes your hands. “You’re shaking…here, lie back a little, let’s talk, all right?” He listens, apologizes frantically for his ignorant comments, holds your hands still, running a thumb over the back of them.

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Home Is Where You Are | Fili x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hi can I request the prompt "It ain't home without you" with fili please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ It's your job to protect him and to keep him alive, but it isn't your job to worm your way into his heart.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of war and violence

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It was a lonely and cold night, and unable to get warm enough in your spot at the edge of the camp, you settled for instead heading over to the small fire where Fili was sat; in the moonlight, his pretty blue eyes looked electric.

Alight with thousands of stars that you could not see, and aflame with the soft crackling fire as it reflected the orange and yellow hues.

You sighed as you sat beside him, shuffling forward slightly so that you could rest your head on his lap; gazing up at him as he flinched for a moment at the sudden contact.

But he soon settled, relaxing and letting his hand drift to your forehead as he felt the soft head radiating from your skin. Of all of the Company, you were closest to Fili without a single doubt.

You had been with the Company since the beginning, hired by Gandalf to protect Fili and Kili and to ensure that the two brothers survived everything that was thrown at them; but what you had never expected was that you would end up becoming rather attached to one of the brothers, and that every time you looked into his beautiful eyes, you would feel like you were finally home.

You shifted around a little, almost nuzzling into his stomach as you got comfortable against him; Fili didn’t mind, although he couldn’t help but to smile.

He knew that you had a reputation to uphold, after all, you were famous throughout Middle Earth - from the Shire through to Rohan - for being essentially fearless.

A warrior so strong, you had fought in many wars, and had been decorated by your King accordingly; those who bore white flags with red crosses were terrified of you, and would cower at the mere mention of your name.

They knew who you were; the warrior with the red dragon on their breastplate and the sword made of dragon bones. The warrior who spoke a language older than Elvish, and who would stop at nothing to defend his homeland from those who carried the white banner with the red cross upon it.

The warrior who spoke the dragon’s tongue, and who had charmed their way into Fili’s heart so easily.

Fili knew your reputation, but he also knew Thorin’s words about you, as they echoed in his head every time you were close.

“Be careful of that one, those who sell their swords sell their souls along with it.”

But you weren’t like that, Fili knew that. You accepted the job because you owed Gandalf a favour, and that was all. You didn’t sell your sword at all, you were hired to fulfil the end of a favour.

That was all, and you made it incredibly clear that you would never accept another job offer of the same or similar calibre again.

But Fili’s uncle’s words weighed heavily upon his shoulders, even if you did feel like home every time you were close to him; even if the soft warmth of your forehead felt the same as coming home to a familiar bed.

He knew, though, nothing could or would ever come of it.

You wriggled a little, humming softly to yourself for a moment. “Fili?”

He nodded, a soft thrum coming from the very back of his throat as he lazily looked down at you. “Yes?”

“Is it odd that I feel like it ain’t home without you?” You asked quietly, all but twiddling your thumbs as you stared up at him so gently, your gaze all too soft on him.

But he shook his head, daring to lick his lips as he tilted his head slightly to the side. “No… in all honesty and truth, I can’t help but to feel the same - I feel as if the softest of touches from you is the same as coming back to my own bed.”

You could only smile as you let out a quiet yawn, stretching ever so slightly. “And what about your uncle? Thorin doesn’t exactly seem all that keen on me.”

Fili shrugged as he dared to smile back, slowly shaking his head. “Allow me to handle Thorin. I can deal with him, I can convince him that you are not what he thinks you are.”

You frowned a little, swallowing thickly and hoping that he didn’t see how you were struggling to get through to it. “But how confident in that are you, exactly?”

“Very,” Fili nodded, daring to grin at you as he gently stroked your cheek. “As long as you are my home, I will be yours, and I will do everything I can to convince my uncle that we belong together.”

Struggling to sit up, you rolled your eyes when he laughed at your efforts before pulling you onto his lap; letting you straddle his waist as he rested his hands on your thighs and tilted his head to the side, humming ever so softly. Gently, he ran his hands up and down your thighs.

“Tell me that I am yours,” he whispered softly. “And I will tell you that you are mine.”

You nodded, clasping your hands behind his neck as you stared at his mouth for a moment. Your voice coming out as a mere whisper. “I am all yours, Fili.”

“And I am yours,” he murmured gently, his hands trailing up so that one rested on your middle and the other rested at the back of your neck. All too tempted to pull you in closer. “Always.”

“Always,” you repeated. “Are you sure you don’t want my help with confronting Thorin?”

Fili nodded slowly, licking his lips as his gaze dropped to your mouth. “I might need you to keep me alive.”

“That’s my job,” you laughed gently. “Isn’t it?”

He laughed along for a moment, but when you leaned in slightly, he could not help but to close the distance. His kiss was so soft and tender, and when you kissed him back, you could not deny: you were home.

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Poisoned heart

WHUMPTOBER DAY 7: Prompt: poisoned.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Summary: after being struck but a poisoned arrow from the Morgul bow, you suffer a fatal injury. Will you get help in time?

Warnings: Blood, Poisoned arrow, poison, sickness, pain.

Word count: 2.9K

Note: this follows the story line of Kili being shot in DoS. This can be read as platonic or romantic and can be seen as Kili x reader or Tauriel x reader, I’ve left it purposely ambiguous for you to decide.

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“No! No!”

There was an uproar when the gates slammed shut, sending the barrels hurtling into the metal, bobbing up and down in the cold, white water. You could hear the rattling of Thorin’s hands gripping the gate and shaking it so hard that his knuckles turned white. The guard drew his sword, readying it before him only to collapse seconds later: plunging over the lip of the bridge and into the water propelled forwards by an arrow which the roaring orc had lodged deep within his back. He landed with a large splash, displacing the water around him.

“Look out!”

You watched in horror as more orcs began propelling themselves over the wall on the other side of the bridge, helpless as your little barrel bobbed along in the river. They barged through, slicing at the armoured guards. Roaring as they attacked, sending a myriad of bodies into the barrels below. Some orcs, some not.

One orc had managed to grasp onto the barrels, after launching itself into the water, leaping on top of Fili, who’s eyes widened in fear. Bilbo heaved himself up, gripping tight onto the barrel before plunging the glowing blue blade into the orc’s chest. It collapsed back into the water.

You watched, shell shocked as your friends fought the creatures ahead of you. Your barrel had just thudded into Kili’s before you. You had been one of the last ones to jump in, trailing at the back of the group. From here, unsheltered by the bridge like the rest of the huddle of dwarves, you could see the rest of the fight unfurl. You could see the orcs catapulting themselves over the walls. You could see that there would be no escape unless you got that door back open.

Honing in on the wooden lever, you clambered out of the barrel. Jumping across the others until your feet landed on the stone steps.

“Y/N?!” Kili called after you, but your response was cut short by another orc which swung at you. You delivered a firm kick to set it off balance before stabbing and twisting with your shortsword.

You hadn’t realised how many there were until you had begun to push your way up the steps. There were orcs flooding in from every direction; billowing down the hills and taking out the elves, flailing in the water, surrounding you.

You were already battling one orc, using your sword to block its attack, when another leaped at you from behind, its teeth bared and weapon lethal. Fili, who had been alerted to your stunt by his brother, flung his weapon at the orc just as you swung, decapitating the one in front of you. They both collapsed to the floor with an ugly ‘thud’.

The lever was just in front of you now. Just a few feet more and then you would be free. You rushed forwards, ducking as another orc soared onto the wall above you, but fueled by adrenaline, you took him down with one well placed jab.

The lever was steps away now, within an arm's reach. You could see the delicate lines etched within the wood. What you didn’t see however, was the scar faced orc chieftain, who had notched and released an arrow from his shiny bow. It lodged itself in your thigh, just short of your knee.

Stopping abruptly, you gasped against the sudden pain, your knee buckling beneath you.

“Y/N?!” Fili cried hoarsely, as his eyes flew open in terror.

Grunting, you leaned forwards, gripping onto the wooden lever and trying to force it down, but your fingers were clammy and your vision swam with pain. You collapsed to the ground, writhing as you clutched the wound - the arrow still embedded in your leg. Time seemed to slow as you lay there, helpless once again to the orcs that had begun to file over the stone wall once again. You forced yourself up on your shaky arms, trying to scoot yourself away from the danger. Then, there was a loud ‘thwip’ as another arrow sailed through the air. You flinched, preparing yourself for a blow that was never to come. This arrow settled itself between the shoulder blade of your offending orc.

Turning your head, your gaze settled on Tauriel emerging from the woods, weapon poised, auburn hair billowing around her. She danced forwards, notching and drawing, taking out the orcs quickly and with what seemed much ease. Other elves emerged too, drawing the orcs away from you and the gate.

Using this to your advantage, you heaved yourself back up. Jumping you wrapped your arms and legs around the heavy lever. At first, nothing happened, then it shifted and you could hear the rattling of the chains as they peeled the gates open slowly, releasing the crowd of dwarf-filled wine barrels then sending them over the edge of the waterfall. Your grip slipped again and you landed flat on your back, crying out in discomfort as the arrow shifted. Black dots danced in your eyeline.

You rolled onto your side, watching as the barrels were swept away, funnelling through the gap.

“Y/N?” Kili called out to you, watching you anxiously from below. His stomach knotted when he spotted the arrow.

Heaving your legs over the side of the wall and fighting through the wave of nausea, you gave yourself one final push. Your body plunged off of the bridge, landing in your empty barrel. You didn’t manage to contain your scream as the end of the arrow caught on the rim of the barrel, ripping upwards before snapping in half. All eyes snapped towards you, including Tauriel whom you had never seen look more concerned. You slumped against the barrel, your vision doubling and wound throbbing.

Another weak cry slipped from your lips as you were tossed about in the barrel as it went hurtling over the edge. The cold water spilled into the barrel as it twisted and turned inside the rapids. You were amazed it had managed to keep afloat. Your hand kept a futile grip on the rim as you whimpered each time your body shifted, sending agony throughout your body. Ahead of you, despite the motion of the water, Thorin stood, craning his head to try and see you within the carnage. Orcs chased after you, scrambling along trees and along the river banks. Some toppled into the water, shot down by the elves.

It seemed like an eternity before the rapids smoothed out and the little barrels were left bobbing along with the current. Thorin was using a mossy stick which he had acquired along the way to propel himself forwards. Most of the other dwarves had resorted to using their hands to wade along.

At some point, Bilbo had attached himself to your barrel. You weren’t sure when, your head was too hazy and everything had passed by in a blur, but you suspected it was when he saw you struggling to lean forwards in your little wooden raft. You were unsure how he was seemingly uninjured, despite the perilous rapids, but he tugged you along none the less. Somewhere around you Kili and Fili lingered. You had heard the brunette call out to you a few times, paling at your slumped head.

“Anything behind us?” Thorin called out to those bringing up the rear.

“Not that I can see.” Someone called back.

Thorin Oakensheild nodded, paddling towards a large rock. “Make for the shore.”

“Aye.”

There was another raucous as the rest of the group manoeuvred their makeshift boats towards the rock. They hauled each other up and out of the rafts then helped them onto the safety of the shore. You forced yourself out of the barrel, sliding into the water. It flooded into your wound. You hissed in pain, before rising to your feet then making your way as steadily as you could onto the shore.

You didn’t make it far before the stabbing agony was back, tenfold and shooting down your leg. With a grunt, you dropped to your knees, clutching the wound. You inhaled sharply, swallowing thickly the bile that had risen in your throat. There were hands on you in seconds as the two brothers dropped to your side.

“Y/N?” Kili looked at you, panicked. Fili’s hands did what his brother's mind was thinking, but his body wouldn’t allow him to do; press down firmly on the wound.

You cried out again at the pressure and the digging in of the piece of arrow that was still in your thigh. It sent another wave of nausea through you. Your mind screamed at you that something wasn’t right.

“Im fine.” You brushed him off, trying to push his hands away but to no avail, they were stuck down firmly, quickly being coaxed in your blood. “It’s nothing.”

“Kid,” Fili reprimanded, “This isn’t nothing.”

“I’m fine.” You repeated again through gritted teeth.

Kili was frozen, watching the way your face twitched every time your leg lit up with pain.

“We need to get the rest of the arrow out.”

You nodded. Squeezing Kilis hand, which had found it’s way into yours tightly. His brother dug his fingers into your leg to fish out the shards of the arrow. You gritted out a muffled cry, barely able to contain the vocalisation of your pain. Once it was free, you sagged against the dark haired man. You felt sick. You felt your stomach churn in pain, you felt the bile rise again in the back of your throat as you heaved rapidly. Something wasn't right.

“On your feet.” Thorin barked, scanning the area. He hesitated at his nephew's reply.

“Y/N is wounded. Her leg needs binding.” Fili stated.

Kili tore away part of his damp shirt, handing it to his brother who made quick work of beginning to bandage your gaping wound.

“There’s an orc pack on our tail. We need to keep moving.”

“To where?” Balin furrowed his wispy brow.

“To the mountain.” Bilbo implored. “We’re so close.”

“A lake stands between us and that mountain. We have no way to cross it.”

Bilbo thought for a moment. “So we’ll go around it.”

That was when the figure appeared.

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You had gotten worse, feverish. Your legs barely functioned as you leaned up heavily against Kili. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, helping to keep you upright as they moved swiftly through-out lake town after being smuggled in by Bard.

As time moved forwards, the company had begun to notice that this was no ordinary arrow. That this was not an infection. No, your body was too hot, your skin shades too pale and devoid of all of the life it usually held. Other than favouring your left side, you were hunched awkwardly as though you had forgotten to stand. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your forehead as you head lulled against the man who was half carrying you through the streets with his brother. You were bleary eyes and too much pain. Something wasn’t right.

Despite being feverishly warm, your body wracked itself with violent shivers. You had dried your hardest to hold in your yells of discomfort, but then your legs gave way completely and you crumpled with a howl of agony and a whimper, causing the two dwarves to stumble in their tracks.

“Y/N?”

You were laid down on the ground as soon as they had found somewhere safe to do so. You didn’t respond, only whined as your whole body was consumed with raw pain. There was a pat on your cheek as your head lolled on the damp ground. Kili cursed under his breath, unwrapped the blood soaked scraps and peeled back the fabric of your trousers. His sharp intake of breath was nearly on par with your ragged wheezes.

The wound was still bleeding freely, although it had slowed slightly due to being bound. That wasn’t what had shocked the man though. What had were the dark, angry tendrils that seeped across your skin from the wound.

“Oh my…Y/N?” Kili cradled your head in his hands.

You could only bring yourself to choke up one pain wrapped word. “Hurts-“

“She’s been poisoned.” His brother muttered. He tore off a part of his shirt to rewrap the wound with.

“Please… make it stop.”

Tauriel had come rushing into the village, blonde counterpart in tow. After capturing and interrogating an orc, she had rushed to find you. She couldn’t let you slip away. The elven woman would never have forgotten the way she felt her heart constrict at the mention that you had been shot with a Morgul arrow. The poison was fatal as it worked its way mercilessly through your body, shutting it down. At first, she refused to believe it, but the elf had seen it with her own eyes. She had heard the way you cried out, seen the way you scrunched up your face in agony. She couldn’t let that be her last memory of you. She wanted to remember the way you smiled with your eyes, or the soft lilt of your voice. So, she had raced to find you.

It wasn’t hard to follow your tracks. She had found the barrels at the bottom of the waterfall then seen the blood that laced the rocks. Her chest constricted as she pushed on. Dwarves were not light-footed people, so it was easy to distinguish the way the company had travelled. She noted the closeness of three sets which later dwindled into two and a pair of drag marks. Her issue began when the footsteps entered the town.

Though it didn’t take her long to find you within the village. She would be able to pick your voice out from within any crowd. Though this time she grimaced. It was your cries of agony that she could hear. You were buried within the house furthest from the village. She didn’t take any courtesies when she flung the door open, only to be greeted with the pointy end of a silver sword. Of course you were not alone. Whilst the majority of the group had headed off into the mountains, you had been left sidelined. A few other dwarves along with Kili and Fili had remained by your side; the latter of whom was directing his weapon towards the elf.

When she took a step back, and raised her bag filled with an assortment of herbs. “Please… I’m here to help.”

With a sharp nod, he removed the blade and let the woman into the room. Here, your cries were louder, despite how much you tried to hold them in. The Morgul poison was taking control of your body, drowning you in a pain clad state. The dwarves moved simultaneously to place you on the table. You writhed in their grip, clutching your chest.

Tauriel rummaged around in her bag, pulling out handfuls of herbs and mixing them together.

“Hold her down.” She said, as she moved towards you with a bowlful of herbs.

The four dwarves had to use a surprising amount of force to try and keep your legs still as you twisted and contorted in pain, crying out fatefully.

Kili, who was near your head, had to clench his jaw when he made eye contact with the elf. She had stilled at the sight of your wound, angry and festering.

You were consumed by a blinding pain when the brunette began to chant, pressing and rubbing the herbs into your wound. Your back arched as your stiffened, screaming.

Then suddenly it all stopped, as your body began to go numb. Your blood curdling screams morphed to soft whimpers. Fili glanced anxiously at his brother. Time seemed to slow again as you watched the woman work, tender but with haste. Then, Kili, still clutching your chest, watched as your breathing slowed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You weren’t even aware you had passed out until your eyes fluttered back open. Someone was fastening another bandage around your leg, and another was holding your hand softly. The remaining dwarves eyed cautiously from around the room. You squinted.

“Tauriel?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Lie still.” She told you.

“You cannot be her…” you muttered in a pained daze, gazing up blankly at the ceiling. “She is far away. She- she walks in starlight in another world. You’re just a dream…”

Your head rolled to the side, gazing upon Kili, who rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your palm. He remembered the day the two of you first met her. She had saved his life. He had watched the way the two of you instantly clicked and the way that life had kept you apart.

Your fingers reached out, unexpectedly brushing hers. She took it and squeezed it gently. A smile made its way onto your face and you sighed contently happy two have your two favourite people by your side.

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How the Dwarfs show PDA

Thorins company x gn!reader

Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut

Thorin

Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.

Fíli

Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.

Kíli

This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.

Dwalin

Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.

Bofur

Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.

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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.”

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