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blankdblank · 10 months

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Flying Buckets

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“The White Council has spoken…” Thranduil growled out, having been reading the letter that brought him here weeks ago to talk sense into his oldest friends and get aid to move upon his lost peak within the Southern half of his forest. Glorfindel seated along the wall flinched as he did to the pained squeak and thud in response to his hard kick of a bucket through the window opening on the far wall of his suite.

“Always, the face….” A muffled and defeated voice had the pair spring up to race outside and find a petite woman plopped ungracefully on her side clutching her face to a angered flop of her foot down into the tall grass she was weighing down.

“Madam,” the Elf King felt himself sighing in a hard drop to a knee at her side. Blood clear as day from the now broken nose that hindered the already frustrated Dwarf Company of Thorin Oakenshield who were dead set on waiting until their most injury riddled member was right as rain for the continuation of their journey. Of course that was after an internal investigation on where the Princes were at during that time to ensure like a mishap with the ponies the first week had not been behind another bloody nose and facial bruise for her they were glad to be cleared of. Elrond was shouted for and the King himself carried her to aid without care of the stains to his outer robes terrifying so many in his pacing path outside the Healers Wing.

“You owe me,” was mouthed by her to the Elf King who was not blamed by the Company who would have ammunition enough already to despise him for all eternity off past grievances and grudges. The same Elf King who in his entrapped state offered a deal of his own, together they would call for aid from Dain to rid his Southern Woodlands of the Necromancer and then he would gladly aid in march upon the mountain, where they could surely work his lost gems once the arkenstone was recovered into a new trade deal to rekindle the relationship between their kingdoms.

Quietly as she stole a moment to the side of the grand hall being prepped for the coronation in a few weeks time the one to whom the King owed a debt felt his statuesque silent figure come up on her left. Silent as ever with more grace than she could dream to scoff at beside her now sling donning self thanks to another thankfully face bruise free incident one of Dain’s men unintentionally set off. “I believe we have yet to discuss terms of my debt to you.”

Up at him with brilliantly clear eyes she peered at him for another stunning glimpse of the face he’d sooner ache to coat with kisses and murmured sentiments of adoration than ever bring a single speck of a bruise to. “I want one of those head things,” that had his brow tick upwards to the circle of her good hand drawing a sloppy loop around her head. “Like Arwen and Elrond wear,” that gained a nod from him and she added peering back at the hall making his heart sink lower to her words than it ever had when he’d unfortunately caused her harm. “Everyone else has a title, some relation to the King and they all have some fancy bits and bobs they bring up to be wearing at the coronation. I get to go, but family sits with family and, I’m not family.” Up at him she looked after patting her bunched sleeve to her cheek forcing a grin onto her pinkened face, with eyes still glimmering with hint of tears in them. “If you have to you could say I cried and made you feel bad.”

“That is a poor repayment.” An answer that had her look away mid nod in the rejection riddled tone to the answer she assumed to be given so she would not actually become a sobbing mess and actually stir up some real trouble for the Elf King. An uncommon gesture of comfort of a hand on her shoulder blade halted a swivel of her head to search for a quick escape linked to ample hiding places until she would calm down. “The adornment is customary for such an event, consider it granted however many styles you deem to ask for.” Sloppily she sniffled and raised her hand and bunched up sleeve again to hover in front of the lower half of her face and cheeks as best as she could. “For now consider a much more proper form of repayment and do excuse me. On the subject of your seating arrangement, I have to speak to Lord Celeborn on terms of adopting you into his kin.”

“What?!” She squeaked out, turning to find he was gone somehow and was bent on greatly improving the station upon which would grant him a much closer distance to your seat than he could imagine possible at the moment for a Western wilds familiar Ranger.

#Thranduil x reader #Thranduil x oc #Thranduil x female ranger #flying buckets #accidental meeting #lotr #the hobbit #Thranduil #Glorfindel #Celeborn #Elrond #Thorin’s company

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 1 year

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To The Shadows that Cry Witch - Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to the fic that started up my writing again! This is my biggest project, so I hope you love it just as much as I do! It's a bit long winded, so I'll try to make it worth the read! Enjoy!

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from Earth ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

So uhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack

Warnings: Violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of injuries, character death (anything else I will add)

Taglist - comment or message to be added!

Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch

Chapters will now be posted monthly between 5-10pm (UK time)!!

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Extras:

Behind the scenes notes (may or may not post)

Headcanons - Kíli x oc (to be written)

Headcanons - Fíli x oc (to be written)

Playlist - Part 1 (coming soon!)

To the Shadows that Cry Witch - Soundtrack Playlist

The Hobbit - Before it all began

Part 1 - The Journey to Middle Earth:

Prologue

Chapter I - Go on a road trip they said, it’ll be fun they said

Chapter II - I should’ve stayed in bed

Chapter III - Error: Friend not found

Chapter IV - Hey ghouls, the girls are here

Chapter V - Coping mechanisms my ass

Chapter VI - Ironically Alive

Chapter VII - This is why you don't socialise

Chapter VIII - How it feels to chew five gum

Chapter IX - The Teletubbies could never.

Chapter X - DIE. But first, food.

Part 2 - Settling into the Shire:

Chapter XI - Unfortunate Beginnings

Chapter XII - Not much has changed but there's Wi-Fi now

Chapter XIII - Item: Suspicion

Chapter XIV - Thanks, I hate it

Chapter XV - Screaming

Chapter XVI - 'Time for a shopping spree!' They said, unemployed.

Chapter XVII - I am confusion

Chapter XVIII - Into the thick of it.

Chapter XIX - Beautiful new - BLOO - passport.

Chapter XX - Yer a wizard. Sorry, witch.

Chapter XXI - Interesting Concept. Poor Execution.

Chapter XXII -

(To be continued...)

The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey

Part 3 - O.D.R: Operation Dwarf Rave

Part 4 - The Journey Begins

Part 5 - Rivendell and the Misty Mountains

Part 6 - Deep beneath the surface

The Hobbit - The Desolation of Smaug

Part 7 - Of Bees and Bears

Part 8 - Jailbreak

Part 9 - On Thin Ice

Part 10 - To wake the Beast

The Hobbit - The Battle of the Five Armies

Part 11 - A downed dragon, is a dead dragon

Part 12 - Gold's Parasite

Part 13 - I will have war

Part 14 - The Ravens

Part 15 - Until the sky comes falling down

The Hobbit - The Aftermath

Part 16 - Amrâlimê

Part 17 - The Stones Whisper

Part 18 - A Proclomation

Part 19 - Calling all Witches and Wizards

Part 20 - Till all are one

Part 21 - The Calling

Enjoy! <3

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anaveragebibliophile · 2 years

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All is Well (Part 2)

Thranduil x Young!Legolas x OC

Summary: We return to a meeting between Thranduil’s wife and Bilbo Baggins, specifically regarding a position that he has accepted on behalf of Gandalf the Grey and the queen herself. However, problems arise with the prince’s health, leading to a very chaotic conference with the king and queen highlighting their exceptional parenting capabilities.

“My Queen, Master Baggins has accepted the position that you’ve so graciously offered to him,” Gandalf began, watching (y/n) rock the young prince in the ivory rocking chair adjacent to the bassinet that was kept in her and her husband’s chambers.

Unlike most royals within the Woodland Realm, the king and queen prided themselves upon being readily available to their son at the drop of a hat. Rather than rely on maids and wet nurses to raise their elfling, they viewed the responsibility as a privilege that had been bestowed upon them to indulge in and appreciate to the utmost degree. As such, they were only ever seen without their sweet leaf on the rarest of occasions. As can be noted, this was indeed not one of those times.

The queen couldn’t seem to hide both her surprise and pleasure from the wizard upon hearing this news. “I am quite happy to hear this, Gandalf. Unfortunately, as circumstances would have it, this expedition to Gundaband is just not something I can commit to at this time.”

The “circumstances” that she was referring to could easily be deduced upon looking at her son. Legolas, the 1-year-old son of Queen (y/n) and King Thranduil, had fallen ill only a few days ago. While his parents (his mother really) initially presumed this to be only a minor ailment that would dissipate in time, his fever had only worsened over the last few hours. And as a result of his extreme discomfort, he only desired to be held by his mother or father, the latter sadly battling the same illness in the bed adjacent to his wife and child.

“Fret not, My Queen. You will not be disappointed with the hobbit that I’ve recommended to facilitate this mission.”

“He’s right, darling,” Thranduil interjected. “Master Baggins is quite the experienced investigator. Furtive, prudent and intelligent.”

At that response, (y/n) quickly diverted her attention from Gandalf to her husband, shocked to find him awake. He’d been sleeping most of the day, the excessive fatigue hitting him like a bag of rocks would. Painfully.

“How are you feeling?” (y/n) queried, trying to settle Legolas down from her sudden movement.

“I’m alright. Still quite fatigued and sore but I have to believe I’m on the mend,” he responded, coughing into his elbow. “How’s our little leaf holding up?”

Gandalf took this time to analyze the dynamic between husband and wife. Slowly, oh so slowly, (y/n) stood up from the rocking chair, cooing at Legolas as he began to whimper. Sitting on her edge of bed and turning her body to face Thranduil, she watched as her husband prepped himself to take the precious cargo that laid before him. As she passed Legolas off into her husband’s waiting arms, everyone could hear the exhalation of relief from both father and son. It wasn’t long until (y/n) sidled up next to her husband, both of them attempting to coax their little one back to sleep with soothing words and gentle touches.

It appeared that the rumors still stood true from where Gandalf stood.

The king and queen were exceptional parents.

“He’s been sporting a pretty nasty fever for the past few hours,” the queen continued. “The healer has come to see him twice to administer a few medicines that she believes will help. However, due to the ferocity of the illness, it will take more time for the remedies to take effect.”

The king only nodded, pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, my friends, but—”

(Y/n) raised a hand. “No, it is me who should apologize. I am being very discourteous. Please, Gandalf, continue.”

“(Y/n), please. There is no need for that. The only other matter I wished to discuss had to do with meeting the hobbit in the flesh. Would that be something you would be interested in?”

At that question, Legolas’ lip began to quiver. Obviously, he knew what that meeting would entail. The separation of him and his mother.

“My little leaf, everything is alright,” (y/n) began, reaching past Thran’s arm to smooth her son’s golden hair back from his little head. “Maman isn’t going anywhere.”

The king took that time to pass his son over to his wife, fully aware of the fact that the elfling needed to be reassured that his mother was nearby. And would remain nearby for the foreseeable future.

“Perhaps we could consider a meeting within our chambers? I understand that it might be uncomfortable for Master Baggins, but I’m afraid I’m a bit incapable of departing from this spot.”

“Not to worry, Your Majesties. I think an explanation will assuage any fears or reservations regarding this particular situation.”

“Very well then, Gandalf,” the queen replied.

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“Are you absolutely positive that I won’t be intruding?” Bilbo asked, completely uncertain about entering the sacred chambers of two esteemed leaders of the realm. In his mind, if he made one false move, then—

Honestly, he didn’t even want to think about all of the ways those two could carry out his death.

“What do you take me for? A novice? I’ll have you know that I’ve been friends with these two for centuries. Granted, it’s true that Queen (y/n) is much easier to get along with than the king, but it must also be made known that they are both genuinely kind people. Consider yourself lucky this time. His wife will be in close proximity and his poor elfling is fighting a nasty bug. He’s a bit softer today. Never mind the fact that it’s her reconnaissance detail and not his. He knows not to get involved in her affairs, especially ones of this caliber, unless it’s necessary.”

As Gandalf kept pleading his case to Bilbo, he did notice the hobbit’s features begin to become a bit more consoled the more he talked. Hopefully this meant that he would be able to mediate between the two parties and allow this conference to commence.

“If you’re sure—-”

“I am. You have to trust me. Have I ever led you astray before?”

“No, you haven’t. So I guess that means I have no choice but to say yes.”

At that comment, a small smile appeared on the wizard’s face.

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When the wizard and burglar entered the rooms that the king and queen shared, they were greeted to the sight of King Thranduil blowing raspberries on his son’s bare tummy, causing a surplus of delighted giggles to erupt from the little elfling and even his wife.

After Gandalf left to retrieve Master Baggins, Legolas started to get a bit restless. In other words, he was miserable. He was still running a fever and was even starting to sound congested. Rocking him, singing to him, and even reading to him were not captivating his interest nor calming him down.

It wasn’t until (y/n) recommended removing his onesie that Legolas seemed more at ease. Allowing him to cool off was definitely a mood improver. What made that idea even more successful was her husband planting kisses on their son’s belly. Legolas thought it was the most comical thing ever. The more messy the sound, the funnier it was.

Queen (Y/n) was the first one to notice that they had visitors.

“Well, hello to you Master Baggins.”

“Your Majesty,” Bilbo bowed.

“My sincerest apologies for requesting your presence in such an intimate setting. Unfortunately, we are dealing with a sick elfling right now. As you can understand, his well-being is our utmost priority. My hope is that we’re not making this too uncomfortable for you.”

“No, not at all.”

Giving his son one more kiss to his belly, the king looked up and nodded to his visitor. “Hello, Master Baggins. A pleasure to see you again.”

‘Wow,’ Bilbo thought as he watched King Thranduil wipe his son’s nose while simultaneously give him a lingering kiss on the forehead, ‘he is definitely not what most people presume him to be.’

Watching her husband and son, the queen said, “I was very pleased to hear that you accepted my offer to stand in as the mission leader for the expedition to Gundabad. As you know, Gandalf is a dear friend of mine, so you can imagine that I’ve heard a lot about you over the years. I was very impressed with the experience you’ve acquired. And in such a short time too. I think you’ll fit in well here.”

“That’s very kind, Queen (y/n).”

“Oh please, call me (y/n).”

“Of course. So, I know that Gandalf mentioned that you wanted to speak to me about a few things.”

Before the queen could respond, Legolas crawled out of her husband’s lap and made his way over to hers. Smiling brightly, she picked him up and embraced him.

“And just what are you up to, my sweet boy?” (y/n) questioned, rubbing the backs of her fingers down his cheeks. “You feel cooler, which is a good sign. The medicines must be working.”

The prince just took that opportunity to cuddle into his mother’s neck.

While his wife was consoling their son, King Thranduil decided to step in. In this case, he knew (y/n) wouldn’t mind. “Like my wife mentioned earlier, Legolas is our priority at the moment. You’ll have to forgive her for appearing a bit distracted, but that is the life of a parent in difficult times. We tag team the best we can, but he has been circulating between the two of us with remarkable frequency.”

“It’s no trouble, King Thranduil. I understand. If it’s more convenient for you two, we could schedule this meeting at a later date.”

“Since your departure is in a week’s time, I’m afraid that’s not possible,” the queen added while rubbing the elfling’s back gently. “There are only three things that are truly of the utmost importance. But given the circumstances that have arisen on my end, I will be brief.”

Bilbo could only nod his head.

“Our first matter of business has to do with the members you would like to include. Of course, the elven guard will be at your disposal, but I’m also allowing you to pick 5 other individuals. In fact, I recommend it. People that would be willing to follow you and protect you if harm comes your way. People who have fighting experience. Who you choose is completely up to you.”

Bilbo thought on this while the mother surreptitiously passed her son off to her husband. It was obvious he was eager to have his child back in his arms. But one would be a fool not to want that little elfling around. He was extremely adorable with sky blue eyes and massive dimples that ate up his cheeks. His calm, charming demeanor was just the icing on the cake in the hobbit’s mind.

“So the dwarves would be an option then, yes?”

The queen merely nodded her head.

“Right then, with that settled, let’s move on to the second matter. In good conscience I cannot send you without some formal training. Although you can fight, as I have been told, you have never been in quarters quite like this. I have asked Gandalf as well as a few other trusted advisors to prepare you for a potential onslaught. How to strategize, how to attack, methodologies of that nature. They will be the ones that will alert me of your progress. But please know that if they’re not satisfied with what they see, the mission will be delayed until you’re ready. Your safety, and the safety of my guard, is of the utmost priority.”

When (y/n) didn’t receive any inquiries regarding her expectations, she then proceeded to the third and final matter.

Glancing over at her son curled into her husband’s chest, she began. “The last issue I would like to discuss primarily deals with the capture of an Orc named Bröcen. As of right now, he appears to be one of the leaders of a sub-group of Orcs that permanently resides in Gundabad. We have reason to believe that he is orchestrating the creation of an army at the request of his overlord Azog; a request that would certainly destroy a significant portion of Middle Earth’s population if it came to fruition. As such, the main goal of this mission is to bring him back here, alive. Without him, we will never be privy to the Overlord’s plans. Essentially, we will never be able to stop him.”

And just like that, a sudden, tiny sneeze interrupted any potential response from Bilbo.

Queen (Y/n) and Bilbo himself immediately turned their heads to look down at the little elfling. He sniffled, raising his arms out to stretch in his father’s embrace. After receiving yet another kiss from Thran, Legolas then cuddled back into his chest, paying no mind to the dangers that were being talked about right in front of him.

“Nai eru tye mánata (God bless you),” (y/n) and Thranduil whispered at the same time.

Once the queen was certain that her child was fast asleep, she faced the hobbit again. “Again, I can only apologize Bilbo. I’m quite distracted today. My hope is that everything was clear and comprehensive. If you do have more questions, I’ll be happy to answer them in due time.”

“Of course, My Queen. Please don’t feel any rush right now. You explained everything in a concise manner that I was able to comprehend,” Bilbo qualified. “I’m sure I’ll have more questions, but for now you deserve to focus on your family.”

(Y/n) smiled brightly. “Thank you for being so accommodating Master Baggins. We’ll be in touch, I’m sure.”

With that, Bilbo bowed and moved himself towards the door. Yet, as his hand lightly grasped the doorknob, the soft babbling of Legolas made him turn back to see what all the commotion was about.

Queen (Y/n) was standing, hugging Gandalf tightly while her husband appeared to be walking into their bathroom to run a bath for the baby. He knew that because Legolas was once again curled against his chest as he made his way to a large oval tub that had a baby bath seat sitting on its edge.

As Thran turned the faucet, his low timbre began to hum a tune to his son who was lazing in his arms, yawning every so often. There wasn’t a doubt in Biblo’s mind that Legolas adored his father. He gazed up at him, entranced by every movement he made and every act of affection he gave. At least it was nice to know that the king’s harshness didn’t actually extend to his immediate family. Rumors be damned.

Bilbo was soon brought out of his trance by his fellow comrade.

“You know the rules, (y/n). If that little guy isn’t feeling better in two day’s time, send for me. I’ll bring Athelas as soon as I can.”

“Of course, Gandalf. See you soon. And you too, Bilbo,” the queen said, waving.

“Likewise,” was the response she received from both of them.

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theblogofdurin · 2 years

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Cloaked in Green | Pt.2 || Chp.24: Family Legacy

word count: 1k

warning(s): cursing, self-hatred, mentions of: family legacies (negative and positive.) Death of family members

summary: A third person view into Thorin’s thoughts in his cell in Mirkwood.

a/n: short, I know but this is just a interlude. Don't forget to Like! Comment! Reblog! Please it's truly does help. :)

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!OC

Links: series masterlist, chp.23, reader guide

Legacy.

No matter what you are, who you are, the power of your parents legacy has the ability to shape you. . It's how you let it shape you that matters. Do you let it control you? Or do you perhaps control it instead?

That is what Thorin is trying to figure out. Stuck in the cells of Mirkwood. He is truly starting to wonder if he can achieve what he set out to do.

Take back the mountain, kill the dragon Smaug and live to tell the tale…Live to take back his family legacy.

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“I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us!” Thorin stops walking. Still facing away from Thranduil, he speaks. His voice gets louder and louder as he goes.

“You lack all honor!" He is now shouting. Thorin spins around and points at Thranduil.

"I’ve seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back. You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! Imrid amrad ursul!” [ Die a death of flames!]

Thranduil puts his face right in front of Thorin’s.“Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north.”

As Thranduil speaks, his face contorts, revealing his burns and scars from his past encounters. His left eye is milky and blind. He draws away, and his face returns to normal.

“I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen.” Thranduil turns and walks up the winding steps to his throne.

“You are just like him.” he spat, motioning to the guards, who grabbed Thorin and began hauling him toward the dungeons.

“Stay here if you will, and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf." He plopped down in his chair as Thorin growled at him, smirking as he continued, "I am patient. I can wait.”

Thorin is thrown into a cell beside the other dwarves, and his jailer walks away with a ring of jangling keys.

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The Good, the bad and the sickness. The minds of his father and grandfather were not healthy ones. Driven mad by the heart and precious gold inside that mountain.

Thorin shuddered, pulling tighter into himself in the corner of the cell. What else was he expecting?

Of course he would fail. He sighed. It's not the first time in his life. He has failed more than one person, including himself in his 154 years. He has failed more than one person in the last 3 days.

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After the guard walked back up the stairs after locking him in. Thorin listened as Fili spoke loudly through the bars of his"You know Uncle would never approve."

Thorin's eyebrows pinched together, Kili scoff followed his brother's statement quickly, "Uncle doesn't have a place to talk right now."

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Fi and Ki…Thorin’s head fell back against the wall behind him. Eyes closed in thought. Having children was never on the plan for Thorin. As a spare to the line succession, he never thought much of it. Than came… Azanulbizar and the death of his grandfather, Víli and Ferin.

With his father's disappearance, He had to step up into a position he was unfamiliar with. A position he never saw himself as.

The position of King…and the position of a Father.

Fili and Kili were no more than bairns at the time and Dís was in no shape to raise them alone. Fí was now the heir, with Kí as his spare. There was no other choice but for him to step up and raise them as he thought Ví would want.

He has failed them. He let his head bang once against the wall.

He has failed his sister. Two bangs.

He has failed his brother. Three bangs

He has failed his sister's one. Four bangs.

And worst of all, he failed his one. Five bangs.

All because he couldn’t bear to see her hurt. But by doing so. By saying so. He has hurt her and hurt his sister's sons even worse than if he had said nothing, done nothing.

That was his legacy.

Failure.

Breathing deeply through his nose, Thorin raised his hands to twirl the 2 silver beads, tied back behind his right ear. He smiled slightly at the memory of craving them.

The lion and the wolf.

He had craved them the day each of the princes took their titles in the Blue Mountains. And from that very moment as they both pledged their services as not just royalty but as protectors of the people. Thorin was sure that even if he had children of his own. Fili and Kili would always remain as his first and second heirs. For he couldn’t see them being any different than his own. Though he definitely did not tell them that. Or even showed them the clasps on his braids.

Now especially, he was so ashamed to be near them. What happened at Beorn's house, was not him. It didn't feel like it was him. What kind of example did that leave Fi and Ki? What legacy did that leave them.

What happened with Aranea was not something that he thought was possible for him. It was so uncharacteristically him, could he have gotten so blindsided by his love-…or was it love?

It had to be?

Aranea was his one, he knew that. It couldn't be more obvious. His heart swoons at the mere sound of her name.

So if she is his one. Which he knows. And in his heart is what he feels as love. Then what the hell happened that evening at the shapeshifter's house…

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cannibalcoyote · 9 months

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Series

Unraveled(Broadchurch):

Ch.1: Introductions

Ch.2: Unhappy Ellie

Ch.3: The Family

Ch.4: Reacquainting

Ch.5: Tough Times

Ch.6: I Fucking Hate Reporters

Ch.7: Frustration

Ch.8: Dull

Ch.9 IDK WTF IS HAPPENING

Balto's Sister:

Ch.1: The Big Race

Ch.2: Steele

Ch.3: Concerned

Ch.4 DISCONTINUED

Feral Pride:

Ch.1: Before and Now

Ch.2: Pack Placements

Ch.3: The Hunter and the Hunted

Ch.4: An Encounter with Death

Ch.5: Secrets for the Future

Ch.6: DISCONTINUED

Scar's Adopted Brother(Lion King):

Ch.1: Life as Little Brother

Ch.2: Fight for Leadership

Ch.3: New Rivals

Ch.4: Eavesdropper

Ch.5: Untrustworthy

Ch.6: Foreboding

Ch.7 DISCONTINUED

The Elder Maximoff:

Ch.1: Hail Hydra

Ch.2: Captain America

Ch.3: The Meeting

Ch.4: Intimidation

Ch.5: More than a Confrontation

Ch.6: Safe House

Ch.7: Seoul

Ch.8: The Cradle

Ch.9: The Vision

Ch.10: DISCONTINUED

Woodland Princess(The Hobbit):

Ch.1: A Journey Begins

Ch.2: The Company

Ch.3: The Conversation

Ch.4: The Adventure Begins

Ch.5: Confrontation

Ch.6: Expected

Ch.7: Turn of Events

Ch.8: The Great Chase

Ch.9: Memories

Ch.10: DISCONTINUED

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greycloudsinwinter · 1 month

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Master list ❤️❤️

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Khal drogo x escaped reader

Khal drogo question

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Jamie Lannister protected x reader

Maegor x reader

Rhaegar targeryan x reader

Maegor x wife reader with child

Aegon I x reader

Rickard stark x reader

Tywin Lannister x targeryan first wife reader

Jason Lannister x targeryan wife

Aegon I x reader with children

Maegor x male reader

Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

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Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

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Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

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Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

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Pollux black x reader

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Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

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Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

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2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

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Chapter XXXV

A Kili X OC fic

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Tw: Alluding to battle, description of a broken appearance (blood etc.), I was persuaded to let Raewyn live for at least one more chapter, general feels, bittersweet angst and self loathing but also somewhat fluff, shit’s about to get real next chapter.

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Aragorn wishes he had Raewyn’s ranger skills

The rest of the travel up to Ravenhill was a silent one. All five dwarves had their guard up, scanning every mountain hill and frozen bush they passed. Silent looks were thrown towards Raewyn every so often, but she kept shaking her head, indicating that she had no idea where the orcs had run off to. The whole situation was unsettling to them, but they were set on finally terminating the orc that had caused for so much pain through the years. None were planning on backing off.

Once they arrived upon the top of the hill, the descended from their goats. Before Raewyn could even turn, a hand was offered towards her direction. She didn’t have to follow the arm to know who it belonged to. Regardless, she accepted the hand, hopping off of the creature.

Silence was still among the company as they looked towards the ruins of Ravenhill, now surrounded by Azog’s devices. Warm clouds of air escaped their mouths as they waded through the snow, the floor slippery to touch, had it not been for their secured shoes.

“They’re here,” Raewyn mumbled, looking around in suspicion. Subconsciously, the four other dwarves moved closer towards her, each one of them looking into a specific corner.

“I cannot see them,” She went on. “But I can feel their eyes.”

“Orcs don’t lurk in shadows.” Thorin uttered lowly as the group made their way to the centre of the ruins. Daring to take one look over her shoulder to face him, she gave him a solemn look.

“Makes you wonder what they have planned.”

The wind blowing was the only sound heard after that, and the mere presence of it had become uncomfortable. The five were on edge with each step they took, circling around each other in anticipation. The air was cold to touch, and even through the armour, Raewyn could feel her feet starting to become affected by the weather. And that was when Dwalin decided to speak up.

“We should split up.”

“No,” The ranger immediately protested, facing the slightly taller dwarf. “Lest you have a death wish.”

“So, we sit and wait?” He continued his protesting, his voice more angered than before. But Raewyn ignored the change, keeping her voice steady and her eyes on her surroundings.

“Azog is cunning,” She explained. “Like a predator.”

“This is dwarven territory,” Dwalin argued. “He brought us on our turf. We have the advantage here!”

“No,” She cut him down again. “This is your territory, but his battlefield. He won’t attack when we remain with each other.”

Groaning in defeat, the dwarf shrugged. “Sounds like a terrible battle.”

“How do we lure him out?” Thorin began to reason, looking at Raewyn, who merely formed her lips in a thin line upon the question.

“You tell me. You fought him at the gates of Khazâd-Dum. I haven’t been hunted by him since I was a little girl.”

Nodding in understanding, the dwarven king looked around as if the answer lay in front of him. He tried to think back to all the encounters he had held with the giant orc and what his strategies were. But every time he had encountered him, it seemed as if everything went unplanned. As if he was all that truly mattered. And that was when the lightbulb went on.

“He wants us,” He concluded, gesturing towards himself, then the Asha. “We lure him out.”

Staring at the dwarf in a doubting look, she tried to come up with a good reason to abandon his idea. She did not like the idea, but she could not argue with the fact that he was right.

“Did you not hear her?” Kili protested suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. “Splitting up is a terrible idea.”

“I did not hear any of you utter any other ideas.” Thorin spoke lowly, giving the company a little while to come up with some solutions. But when none announced their own plan, Raewyn agreed.

“He’s right.”

Looks of disbelief were thrown towards the woman, originating specifically from the two young princes. Turning her head towards them, she leaned her head to the side, shrugging lightly: “Believe me, I would prefer if we stayed together, but we won’t find him if we remain here. Thorin and I can lure him out. It’ll keep you safer.”

“No.” Again, Kili argued, taking two steps forward in determination. “No, it won’t, because I’m coming with you.”

“And so am I.” Fili added, stepping beside his brother.

“Aye,” The third dwarf concluded, following the princes in their steps. His axe was rested over his shoulders as he looked at his king. “You cannot expect us to wait while you get all the action.”

Sudden noises filled the air, and for once, Raewyn did not have to look around to identify the noise. What took her aback was the fact that these were not the orcs she had seen earlier. These were goblins. They were removed a reasonable distance judging from the volume, but they had seen the company.

“Fili, take your brother. Scout the towers. Raewyn, you will join them.” Thorin began, pointing towards the towers in the distance. “Keep low and out of sight. If you see something; report back. Do not engage.” Nodding at their uncle, the brothers walked towards the Asha, who still had her eyes on the king.

“Do you understand?” Thorin asked to Raewyn specifically. Observing his expressions for a short moment, she nodded adamantly. She would have preferred for both of them to run in, but the goblins in the distance left no time for arguments.

“And what if you find him?” She questioned.

His eyes seemed to soften for a short moment, completely thrown off his usal rhythm. “I’ll let you know.”

“We have company!” Dwalin yelled, having walked off a few feet to interrogate the noise. “Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred.”

“We’ll take care of them. Go.” The king spoke, walking up to his friend. When he turned around shortly, he noticed the three younger dwarves had yet to walk off. “Go!”

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A small moment of peace struck the city of Dale as Gandalf and Bilbo had found themselves surrounded with the elvish army from Mirkwood. Bodies were littered on the floor as some walls were decorated with blood, yet the ambiance had been comforting, in some form of macabre manner. The orcs had ceased their attacks for a moment, if only for this small area.

The Elvish army parted slightly, creating a path through which the king walked. Thranduil looked around expectantly, his sword still in his hands as he began to assess the situation. From behind him, his commander came running up.

“Recall your company.” Thranduil ordered him, to which the elf nodded, blowing a horn.

“My lord,” Gandalf started, walking up to the pair, Bilbo hot on his tail. “Dispatch this force to Ravenhill! The dwarves are about to be overrun. Thorin must be warned!”

“By all means, warn him!” The king countered, dismissing Gandalf’s proposal. “I have spent enough Elvish blood in defense of this accursed land. No more!”

A second elf suddenly walked towards the small group that had begun to form, talking directly to his king: “My lord, the Asha has been sighted with the dwarf.”

“Good,” Thranduil merely stated. “Let her die.”

At the words, Gandalf’s posture seemed to change, now taking a more threatening one. At the sight, Bilbo hesitantly stepped back, but close enough to intervene - would things go sideways.

“What has Raewyn done that left you so bitter?” The wizard asked, his voice heavy. But the Elvish king did not seem impressed. Thranduil offered him a rather emotionless look, daring to make eye contact with Gandalf, holding his head high.

“That is none of my business.”

“I fear it is,” Gandalf was quick to retaliate, his voice relatively calm, but his stature now more imposing than ever. Bilbo decided that he would not want to find himself in any situation as the one Thranduil was in at the moment. He made a gentle reminder to not anger the wizard any time soon.

“Raewyn is under my protection.” Gandalf went on.

Staring at the pilgrim in amazement, Thranduil squinted his eyes. “Where lays your affiliation with her?”

“I raised her and cared for her since she was a small girl. She is my kin.” The wizard answered without hesitation. “What quarrel you have with her, you have with me.”

Seemingly thinking about the matter, the elf was quiet for a moment, sheathing his sword to still show he was comfortable, and not yet intimated. And, if he was, he was not likely to show it. “She is to stand trial for the murder of Êlúriel.”

A hum escaped Gandalf’s throat as he nodded. “So Legolas has told me. But should we not forget it was you and your kin who refused the Ashas shelter after Smaug attacked?”

“And so, the actions of Rugon were justified?” Thranduil’s voice had suddenly taken a shrap edge, light venom dripped on his tongue as his features seemed to change into one of agony.

“Nay, but neither are yours.” Gandalf still tried to soothe, even as his anger had become much higher than the elf’s. “Raewyn knows nothing about her ancestors, save from the fact she might recognize Rugon’s name. You cannot punish her for something she did not do, as she does not hold you accountable for refusing her family shelter.”

“She does not know about the dragon.” The elf bounced back.

“As she did not know about Êlúriel. You merely chose to tell her. Now, whose fault is that?” The wizard continued, halting his sentences halfway to calm himself down.

Taking a short breath, he looked back at the Elven king, trying to remain as civil as he could, not trying to cause another fight in an already large battle. “Raewyn is a strong ally, but an even stronger enemy. Do not misjduge her character.”

“My answer stands,” Thranduil refused after a short moment, turning around as he began to walk away from the group. “We will retreat from battle.”

“Thranduil?” Gandalf wondered, following the elf swiftly. He was stopped after a few steps by Bilbo, who spoke up in courage, looking up at his old friend: “I’ll go.”

Halting upon the words, the wizard turned around, facing the hobbit with a look of sorrow and ridicule. “Don’t be ridiculous! You’ll never make it!”

“Why not?” Bilbo asked, watching the Elvish army slowly depart.

“Because, they will see you coming and kill you!”

“No, they won’t.” The hobbit denied, shaking his head. Gandalf looked at him perculiarly, rolling his lips once as Bilbo continued speaking, “They won’t see me.”

Gandalf knew, of course he did. He had been there since the beginning of the Third Age, but his thoughts were divided. He trusted Bilbo, and knew him to do the right thing, but fear of his safety and well-being were what held him back.

“It’s out of the question! I won’t allow it!”

Then, a smile appeared on Bilbo’s face. “I’m not asking you to allow it, Gandalf.”

Gandalf said nothing. Again, stuck on his mind, he tried one last attempt to keep his friend from running into the battlefield: “Raewyn will have my head if something happens to you.”

“Believe me; she’ll have mine too.”

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“For your information, I hate this.” Raewyn voiced openly, both hands on her axe. On her left stood Fili, Kili on her right side. The path up to the Ravenhill towers was a heavy one, though not a long one. And with every step they had taken, a nausiating gut feeling kept trying to push Raewyn back.

She knew it to be the nerves. She’s had them before. But she was there to end the one thing that caused her so much sorrow. The one person who had taken everything from her. And she was not going to let him take her new family.

“You should’ve left me and Thorin to run in.” She continued, glaring at both of her companions. Fili shrugged and waved his hand, ushering Kili to talk as he began to walk up front.

“You cannot expect us to sit still with the thought that you might not make it off of here!” The dark-haired dwarf objected, slight anger in his tone.

“I did expect you to sit still and not interfere!” Raewyn caterwauled, letting one hand fall from her axe as she pointed in the distance from whence they had come, a frown on her face.

Mimicking her expression subconsciously, Kili shook his head, his voice raising slightly. “How could you think that?!”

In front of them, Fili turned around, holding his finger in front of his mouth to silently tell them to keep their voices down. Raewyn had already told them to watch their tone as they neared the ruins, but in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten her own words.

“Oh, I don’t know,” She whispered angrily, stopping in her steps as she forced the dwarf to look at her. “Maybe, because I’ve been a giant asshole ever since we’ve entered Erebor. Or because I nearly killed your uncle! Oh, and let us not forget I genuinely contemplated killing both of you with the axe you gave me and I haven’t been able to think of anything else since that moment!”

In her anger, directed towards herself, she was unable to see Kili’s frustrated muscles ease with every word she spoken. Towards her last words, his face had softened, and his eyebrows had been furrowed together in sympathy, instead of frustration. His arms had dropped to the floor, and - even though his sword was still in his hands, the grip on it had been a lot less tense than it had been before.

“I have more reasons to let you sit still than to let you run after me!” Raewyn fumed, her volume still low, but with a sharp edge on it.

Staring at her in silence, Kili was vaguely aware of his brother waiting for them in the distance. He hadn’t said anything, and Kili had quietly wondered if he could even hear them. But his mind was all over the place, and he couldn’t find it in himself to call after Fili.

In his head, he felt somewhat hurt at Raewyn raising her voice at him. Not for asking him to leave her; it was the she had asked him to hate her, even when he knew he couldn’t. And thus, he took another step forward.

“I’ll always run after you.” He confessed through a whisper.

“And I don’t understand why!” She continued to yell in a hushed voice, her exaspiration clearer than ever. She tried her best to not shout at him, to not draw attention. But with every sympathetic look he shot her, her anger only grew. “Have I not given you enough reason to run from me?”

“Yes,” He answered honestly,” He answered honestly, a small, hopeful smile forming on his face. “But you have also given me a good one to stay.”

At the words, a light feeling entered her chest as she inhaled sharply, trying to shove the feeling down. Staring at him in contemplation, she raised her head again, her hand clenching around her weapon.

“Can’t you just shout at me in anger and walk off while it’s still safe?!” She finally shouted, raising her hand in exhaustion. “You take your brother with you and run!”

It was then that Kili’s hand met hers. When she looked upon the place of impact, she had realised she had raised the weapon in her hand, not yet threatening, but enough to make Kili intervene. She looked at it in shock, not dropping the weapon, but letting it slip just a little bit.

“I don’t care what you say,” The dwarf spoke gently, his voice soothing her in ways she wished it didn’t. And again, the light feeling returned, as did the grip on her axe, doing her best to physically fight the feeling. “You won’t convince me. I am staying.”

Then, his head nodded towards his brother, who was waiting for them in the distance, his eyes set on their surroundings. “Both of us are.”

He was infuriating. Years, Raewyn had spent hating someone who could have saved her life. One occasion went wrong and she hated him for years. In the short amount of time she had known Kili, she had called his kin names she should never call anyone, openly assaulted his uncle and his brother, tried to sabotage the king multiple times, proceeded to doubt his kin’s rights to the mountain, stole his gold, lectured his king, almost killed him while doing so, then threatened to kill him and his brother. And after all of that, he had not held a single grudge. And she hated him for it. He did not look at her in hatred or disdain, no; he looked at her in kindness and compassion. Not once did he speak ill of her, not even as she had nearly fed his uncle to the orcs.

Her mind drew a blank as she looked at him. No longer in aggravation, but in sorrow. Of course, she could not hate him - not really. But it was times like these she truly wished he had just held a little bit more of that dwarven stubbornness. She couldn’t even live with herself, yet Kili was the one convincing himself that she didn’t deserve to feel that terrible. The idea was foreign to her.

Quickly, her mind flashed back to the threats formed on the bridge of Erebor as she looked down at the axe in her hand. One that Kili now held as well. A heavy lump began to form in her throat, but she swallowed the feeling down, her eyes falling back on the dwarf’s, who were still looking at hers with - what could almost be described as - endearment.

“I am not good with words.” She finally yielded, her angry tone vanishing, as it was replaced with sudden shakiness.

“I know.” Kili smiled in comfort, squeezing her hand once.

“I’m sorry,” She apologised, her lower lip trembling slightly. “I am so sorry. For everything.”

“I know.” The dwarf repeated, doing his best to not wrap her in his arms the second he saw a stray tear fall from her eyes.

“And I don’t deserve your forgiveness, nor am I asking for it.” She rattle on, shaking her head in dismissal to emphasize her point. But, once more, Kili did not seem to even have the capability of hating someone, least of all Raewyn. And so, he kept to his words, anxiety bubbling up in his stomach with each loathing word she spoke. Every time he was near to screaming, he forced it down, simply speaking those persistant words.

“I know.”

Using her free hand to wipe away her tears furiously, she pointed at him in accusation. Her movements were bold, but her face still held guilt and anguish. “Then why won’t you hate me being an awful person?”

Eyes broken, shoulders sunken, lips in a pout, dried orc blood covering her face and armour, hair flying all over the place, and yet, she was the most stunning thing Kili had ever seen. Silence passed the two of them, and it was then he finally realised what it was. When he first met her, it had been playful. He hadn’t planned in sinking in this deep. But the words were almost crawling up his throat, forcing his heartbeat to speed up as he became highly aware that his hand was still on hers. And none of them had dared to move them yet.

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted out, that same hopeful smile still on his face.

A chocked sob escaped Raewyn’s throat at the words. More tears spilled as she did her best to replicate his smile. Through her blurry vision, she turned her head to the side slightly, a second, more suppressed sob wracking through her.

“I know.” She sniffled.

Rushing forward, Kili dropped his sword, wrapping his arms around the Asha tightly. The hug was nowhere near comfortable, armour clashing everywhere, constricting them from a warm embrace. Be that as it may, Raewyn ultimately dropped her weapon as well, returning the hug just as lovingly, her hands shooting to the back of his neck, keeping him closer.

“Amrâlime,” Kili began, his voice muffled in the crook of her neck. “I could never hate you.”

After arguing about the fact for such a time, all she could feel now was relief. She wanted him to leave, she still did. But a huge weight also fell off her shoulders when he revealed that - regardless of what she had ever done or said - he wouldn’t turn his back on her for it.

“You should’ve run.” She mumbled, a last, fruitless attempt to get him to safety.

“Not from you,” He discarded, slowly parting from their hold. One of his hands gently came to rest on her cheek, which she leaned into subconsciously. Kili couldn’t suppress the smile on his face upon the notion, rubbing the skin softly with his thumb.

“Not ever.”

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Amrâlime: Dearest/beloved, in Khuzdul (Dwarvish)

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Last updated: 3/15/24. Newest entry is marked.

Welcome to my Masterlist! I write exclusively for Tolkien, specifically the LotR and The Hobbit series.

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Sins of Our Fathers (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen - ongoing series - Second Age 1358) Over the course of a century, Thranduil and Maereth meet and develop a friendship that is destined to become Mirkwood's greatest love story. In Progress.

The Crown (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen - one-shot - Second Age 3441) Thranduil’s queen comforts him as they prepare on the evening of his coronation. Completed.

A Stab to the Heart (Thranduil & Royal Family - 2-part fic - Third Age 1012) The Elvenqueen is injured in a surprise orc attack, and Thranduil gathers their sons to discuss the ramifications. In Progress.

Yuletide in the Elvenking's Realm (Thranduil & Royal Family - 12-part fic - various years, Third Age) Collection of 12 ficlets in chronological order; stories of Yuletide celebrations in the Woodland Realm through the eyes of Thranduil and his family. In Progress.

Greenleaf's Tree (Child Legolas & Thranduil - one-shot - Third Age 248) Six-year-old Legolas goes on royal progress with Thranduil for the first time. Completed.

Greenleaf’s Day Out (Child Legolas & Family - Complete Series - Third Age 250) On a single day in 8-year-old Legolas’s life, he shares bonding moments with each of his 4 older brothers. 6 Chapters. Completed. Full work on AO3.

The Best Gift (Legolas x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 556) Legolas wishes a "dear friend" a Joyous Begetting Day--but anonymously. Completed.

Unnecessary Guardian (Legolas x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 1254) Legolas wants to guard his friend in her new role as a Mirkwood Spiderhunter. Completed.

Transformed (Gelir x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 1554) A Mirkwood huntress is attacked by a dark beast and begins a slow and gradual transformation into a monster herself. Completed.

The Baker from Lórien (Haldir & OC Mother - one-shot- Third Age 246) A visitor from Lórien brings some excitement to the kitchens of the Elvenking's palace. Completed. [New!]

Breathe (Boromir x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 3008) You have harbored a deep, secret crush on Boromir for years, and have now been asked by him to dance. Completed. (Will be continued in an upcoming long fic.)

Dandelions (Boromir x she/her - one-shot - Third Age 3015) Boromir brings flowers to his lady love. Completed.

Taken (Eomer x Reader - 3-part fic - Third Age 3019) A shield-maiden learns her hidden love for the Marshal of her Eored, now the King of Rohan, may not be unrequited as she had always assumed. Completed. (Sequel in progress.)

The Broken Shield (Thorin & Frerin - one-shot - Third Age 2791-2799) The young Princes of Erebor forge a surprising alliance with the Elves of Mirkwood to fight together in the War of the Dwarves and Orcs. Entry to the Thorin's Spring Forge 2023 event. Completed.

The Task of Living (Thorin x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 2943) The re-throned King of Erebor returns to his former village in Dunland, seeking the woman he has loved since long ago. Completed.

The Only Gold (Fili x OC) - ongoing series - Third Age 2941) Fili, heir presumptive of Erebor, befriends a mysterious elf-maiden during the Company's sojourn at Rivendell. Their bond will shift the courses not just of their individual destinies, but that of their peoples. In Progress.