#bofur imagine

[finnofamerica]

Bofur has a bad crush on you and you’re on the quest with him. How does he make his feelings known?

He'd definitely take his time trying to plan a way to tell you.

The subtler ways he gets them across are like ensuring you get the first bowl of soup and having a safe place to sleep. As safe as you can get in the wild, that is.

I don't think he'd tell you until after Laketown burns, as that was very near death for many people, including Bofur.

He wouldn't want to be separated from you if you decided to stay and help the people of Laketown. He'd give you something significant to him, like a necklace or one of the beads that he uses to fasten his braids. And tell you that he loves you and that you can return those when you see him again. (He would let you keep them, he just wanted a reason for you to see him again.)

If you joined him, Fili, and Kili on their way to Erebor. He'd tell you once you were behind the kingdom's walls. You would finally have had a minute to breathe from your journey, and he'd sit with you for a long time before finally admitting to his feelings.

#finn talks #ask finn #the hobbit x reader #finn's friends #fizzyxcustard #bofur imagine #bofur x reader

[ironmandeficiency]

love at first fight

pairing: bofur / reader

word count: 1269

summary: after a tavern visit, you seriously consider getting your eyes checked when you mistake an unassuming dwarf for your best friend’s ex

a/n: another hella late year of idiots submission (but since i started it in may it still counts as the may entry lol). the reader’s race & gender are left ambiguous. pihla means “rowan tree” in finnish

tags: @yearofcreation2023 @oonajaeadira & my darling beta @loopyloo2610 (idk why you can’t be tagged 🤷🏻‍♀️) who helped me organize my thoughts with this piece

“you’re absolutely belligerent, you know that right?” pihla harrumphed as you brushed her hair, a grumpy pout on her face.

you tugged a little harder than necessary and ignored the slight wince. “oh i know,” a slight chuckle accompanied the next stroke of the brush through ginger locks.

your best friend has sequestered herself in her home, refusing to leave and avoiding anyone who could carry false sympathies with their groceries. after the way elias broke her heart not even a week ago, it made sense for her to avoid the laketown gossips and stay home for a while.

however, it doesn’t mean you’ll allow it.

pihla sounds a lot more put out than she truly is as she continues lamenting, “i can’t believe you’re forcing me to go out.”

she releases a put-off sigh while she rummages through her wardrobe. “after everything i’ve been through the past several days,” one dress is tossed over her shoulder as another piques her interest. “absolutely shameful, i think.”

watching your friend smile again, you refastened your bootstraps and straightened your tunic. tonight wasn’t about you primping and feeling pretty, it was for pihla to remind herself just how amazing she is and feel happy again. so you stuck with your regular attire of a simple tunic and breeches, letting your closest friend take the popular tavern by storm.

with winks and grins sent to each other, you were off to drink your woes away.

years before that mustached scum broke pihla’s heart, you made a promise (at her behest) to never let her despair in a breakup for more than a week. it’s why you were now downing the cheapest mead you’ve ever tasted (bought for you by a slimy looking fellow across the bar) without a second thought.

in truth, you’re just upholding your end of the friendship. a rather valiant endeavor if you do say so yourself.

the requests you gave to the performers were songs you knew pihla enjoyed dancing to, every drink you sent to your friend just right for her palate. she seemed genuinely happy once again, twirling and laughing like nothing ever occurred.

then your eyes catch the faintest glimpse of a familiar-looking man lingering in the corner of the bar and you’re suddenly jolted back into sobriety.

if that bastard turns out to be here on the night pihla is supposed to be healing, you were going to do more than bash his skull in. but then you see his face fully and nearly all the fight leaves your veins; it’s not him, and pihla’s night is still safe. but now you’re hyper aware of your surroundings. now burdened with the worry of ‘what if he shows up and she sees him?’ you abstain from getting another drink for the moment.

your eyes follow your friend from where you perched at the bar, letting her have her fun but staying vigilant just in case your newly found fear turns into reality.

a merry tune floated through the tavern, a drinking song you recognized that became an instant hit after the reclamation of erebor. the words were absurd and silly but annoyingly catchy and you found yourself humming along to the tune.

there’s an inn, there’s an inn,

there’s a merry old inn

beneath an old gray hill,

and there they brew a beer so brown

that the man in the moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill

you stay on the lookout, not trusting yourself to fully relax again but letting loose just enough to enjoy the song. the entire bar joined their voices in jovial inebriation and you finally gave in and got another drink. the drunkenness of every singer paired with absurdity of the lyrics made you chuckle around your tankard.

as the song continued, you finally began to sing along. pihla was flitting around the tables, arm in arm with all sorts of people as they danced and skipped and sang. two more mugs were refilled and you downed them both with a bacchan grin.

so the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, a jig that would wake the dead

he squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

while the landlord shook the man in the noon:

"It's after three!" he said

it was only a matter of time until the bad feeling from earlier returned, muted only by your previous drinks. thrice since the song began, you’ve caught glances of people you think are elias. everything came to a head when you met the eyes of a man dancing on a table halfway across the room.

there you are, bastard.

“you!”

with righteous fury you shot out of your seat. headed directly for the troll dung that was elias, you mustered up every vile thought you had about the fate he deserved. this was no time to be meek, you were ready to brawl.

“elias, you pile of troll dung!” a few heads turned towards you as each step thundered against the floor, quickly backing away to avoid your wrath being sent unto them. they were mercifully spared when both your hands were suddenly full of a man’s lapels.

instead of flailing around like you predicted he would, the filth just stared at you vacantly. in your fury, you weren’t sure which was worse but it would garner consequences regardless.

your victim was dragged off the table he was dancing on with no other warning. “you’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here! after what you did to pihla, you should be fed to the pigs!” with that, you swung a clenched fist directly into his jaw. his head moved with the impact and at least half of the bar’s patrons winced at the sight.

the man’s head tilted back up. his rich, brown eyes met yours with a smile wider than the long lake was deep. “you’re absolutely magnificent, lass.”

for a moment, you balked at the notion of elias coming on to you before you commenced in beating his ass. the absolute gall! then your brain processed the style of his facial hair, the obnoxious hat he wore (that was now lopsided on his head from your jostling), and the height difference being less substantial than normal.

the man you had captive wasn’t a sleazy man at all; he was a dwarf.

this realization sobered you up alarmingly quick.

by the gods, you grabbed the wrong person! and yelled in his face and punched him! oh you would never be able to show your face in this tavern again, and neither would your children that won’t ever exist because no man would want to associate themselves with you after this debacle!

“oh i am so sorry, i thought you were someone else! i cannot believe i’ve done this! let me buy you a drink as an apology, it’s the least i can do!” you were stuttering through apologies and self-scoldings, not even paying attention to the smile he was still wearing despite the color starting to blossom on his cheek.

why was his smile so charming? it really shouldn’t have been given the situation. “if that’s how ye hit the wrong man, i would not wanna be the one ye were truly aimin’ for!” a bright laugh followed his words. how could he be so jovial after getting decked by a foolish drunk?

callused hands gripped yours gently, the pads of his thumb massaging your hands to rid them of the tension that came with being ready to fight. “now come along, such a fierce warrior deserves a drink to celebrate her victory.”

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fanfic #bofur x reader #bofur imagine #bofur #the hobbit #the hobbit reader insert #the hobbit fanfiction #bofur reader insert #bofur fanfic

[theaskywalker]

Imagine opening up a toystore with Bofur, Bifur and Bombur in Dale

Masterlist

#the hobbit #an unexpected journey #desolation of smaug #battle of the five armies #bofur #bifur #bombur #bofur x reader #bifur x reader #bofur imagine #bifur imagine #bombur imagine #imagines #the hobbit imagines #dale #toy store #durin's folk #third age #middle earth

[kermitsuislide]

Imagine

Imagine reading a book in bed on a stormy night, in dim lighting while gently caressing Bofur's hair, slowly lulling him to sleep. You can hear the crinkling of the firewood and your One's soft breathing, and emerse yourself in the book you're reading.

Bofur, on the other hand, feels as if he's in heaven. In your arms he feels safe, surprisingly not ashamed of showing weakness. At first he had fought falling asleep by humming a lullaby, but soon the occasional sound of you turning the pages and your heartbeat had swayed him to sleep.

#hobbit #thehobbit #the Hobbit #imgaine #hobbit x reader #bofur the dwarf #the hobbit bofur #bofur imagine

[vee-vee-writes]

Date Me? (Bofur x reader)

Part 2

To be frank you found Bofur to be insufferable. His overly chirpy demeanor and showy nature had always infuriated you, but his skiting had only grown worse since he had been named as a hero of Erebor. The dwarf had been a thorn in your side since the two of you were young, crudely flirting with you every chance he got. At first his attention was flattering but you soon noticed his propensity to flirt with other dams, a stark sign that he was not serious in his flirtations. The thought that he would so incessantly flirt with you when you were around but then turn his attention quickly elsewhere in your absence was highly insulting. So, as you had grown in age and wisdom you had begun to ignore and avoid the dwarf. Instead, you devoted yourself to your career as a politician, climbing the ranks until you were one of the Kings' most trusted advisors. That was what had led you to this situation.

It was the morn before the annual Yuletide tree lighting ceremony in Erebor's market square. It was the first year since Erebor had been reclaimed that the festival was being reinstated so you were determined to make it perfect. However, one of your performers had fallen ill, flaking on you. For the remainder of the day, you had tried ceaselessly to find another to fill their spot, but all others had been booked for private parties or were taking the evening to spend with family. There was only one other that you could try, and the thought had put you in the foulest of moods.

So here you were on his doorstep rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited impatiently for the dwarf to open the door. Bofur opened the door, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he took in your appearance. "Hello lass, unusual of you to pay me a visit" Bofur chirped. "Bofur" you greeted stiffly, "may I come in for a few moments." The dwarf gestured for you to follow him and disappeared back into his quarters.

The dwarf led you through the short hallway to a plush living area. It seemed that being a member of Thorin's former company had paid off for his quarters were some of the finest that you had seen non-nobility occupy in the mountain. Bofur sat in a large armchair and nodded to the other. Once you had settled down you got straight to business.

"I need your help" the words felt bitter on your tongue, "one of the performers fell sick and can't play at the festival tomorrow night." "I see and may I gander a guess that nobody else can fill in" Bofur questioned back. "Believe me I tried everyone I could before I came here" you retorted. "So, you need me to fill in then" he hummed. You simply nodded in response. "What's in it for me?" Bofur mused. You rolled your eyes at him. "Date me."

Prompt (by a generator and then adapted): In charge of lighting the Xmas tree in Erebor's square. One of the performers flakes and every other performer you know is unavailable. You find one but he says he will only do it if he can have a date with you.

Taglist: @thewhiteladyofrohan @shethereadinghobbit @kami-chan1512 @sadndnboii-reads @awkwardspontaneity @tschrist1 @midearthwritings @fizzyxcustard @kpopgirlbtssvt (flick me a message or comment to be added to my taglists)

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit bofur #bofur #bofur x reader #bofur imagine #bofur fanfic #bofur fanfiction #bofur fic #bofur the dwarf

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Dwarrowtober 2022 Masterlist

OC Guide

Kingdom- Thorin x Sienna

East- Dwalin x Astrea

Gown- Thorin x Bellarose

Candle- Fili x Celeste

Ancient- Kili x Rosemary

Mining- Bofur x Gemma

Mithril- Fili x Aurora

Wealthy- Bofur x Gemma

Fire- Kili x Rosemary

Darkness- Fili x Aurora

River- Thorin x Bellarose

Hunting- Kili x Nessa

Prayer- Fili x Aurora

Tradition- Thorin x Bellarose

Sword- Thorin x Sienna

Omen- Kili x Rosemary

Climb- Bofur x Gemma

Moon- Fili x Celeste

Durin’s Day- Thorin x Bellarose

Grandfather- Thorin x Sienna

Throne- Fili x Aurora

Message- Dwalin x Astrea

Family- Thorin x Bellarose

Gemstone- Bofur x Gemma

Betrayal- Thorin x Bellarose

Warrior- Fili x Aurora

Heir- Thorin x Bellarose

Funeral- The Company 

Memory- Kili x Nessa

Friendship- Fili x Aurora

Return- Bofur x Gemma

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[shirefantasies]

How Thorin’s Company Acts Around Their Crush

Hope all who celebrate had a wonderful Christmas! Since I’ve gotten some requests for The Hobbit characters as well I thought I would start with my usual beginning! Yes I’m repping ALL of them 😤😂 you can imagine the older members’ as taking place when they were younger or not…depends how you like it 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Balin

✧ As his feelings for you grow, so too does his care for you. As if by magic he always seems to know where you are and what you need. Being more subtle and witty with his feelings, Balin is not the easiest to decipher in terms of intention but you can be damn sure you know he cares.

✧ Shares stories with you, tales of his ancestors or days as a young dwarf roaming the mountain halls, chuckling warmly at your reactions.

✧ There to catch you whenever you fall, hands gently gripping your waist as he asks if you’re all right.

✧ Tells you how much the others like you, especially if those around you are a bit tough about it. Balin hears and sees a lot more in his position so he is quick to reassure you.

✧ “Let me get one last look at you before I go- that’s all the energy I need.”

✧ Balin loves to hear your voice, so his guilty pleasure is asking you to read to him whenever you get a moment’s peace- please indulge him, he’ll be so relaxed and content!

Dwalin

✧ Acts like he's just going along with your ideas or whims, but in reality you're wrapped around his finger and he'll do anything for you, not to mention go anywhere so he can ensure you're protected. The way he always makes jokes for you and shows off in your presence may make it easier to tell how he feels!

✧ Offers you a drink at any opportunity, bringing you a mug or glass of whatever you prefer most, even if it’s just water.

✧ Playfully spars with you if you’re game, complimenting your form and encouraging you to try more daring moves.

✧ Does anything in his power to make you comfortable and stand up for you. The log you’re sitting on is uncomfortable? He stands right up then and there to carve it down. If he sees an orc get a strike in on you you’ll know who’d getting beheaded next.

✧ Laughs at jokes he wouldn’t normally, like if the others tease him Dwalin will probably smack them or snark back, but if you say it he’ll just laugh and roll his eyes, maybe lightly elbow you.

✧ I’m pretty sure it’s both book and movie canon that this man dwarf plays the violin??? So you know he is going to whip it out to impress you! And maybe it’ll make for an excuse to dance and sing together too!

Thorin

✧ Thorin is the sort to orchestrate his entire romance to a T, so you will not be able to decipher his intentions until the exact moment he plans to tell you, and that will take some time getting to know and trust you.

✧ Always moves you behind him when danger strikes, readying himself in a moment to stand in and defend you. If you've been separated, you're the first person he seeks to check on.

✧ “Give me your hand.” Anytime the terrain is rough or you could fall, Thorin takes your hand in his to gently but firmly guide you over/across it.

✧ It’s hard sometimes to defer to others especially with all the pressure of being king, but Thorin is intentionally very considerate with you, asking for your input and following your counsel.

✧ Drapes his coat over your shoulders if he sees you looking cold, his hands lingering a bit longer than necessary…

✧ Rather than tell his story, Thorin prefers to ask yours- he wants to know where you came from and why you care about the things you do. If nothing else he craves a feeling of understanding passing between you two, a deeper relation and connection. He’s not afraid to ask deep questions like if what legacy would you most like to leave behind or the most important character trait in your eyes because his partner needs to share his values and be comfortable with deep discussions.

Oin

✧ His biggest tell is the way he dials up the gentleman act for you and only you, behaving so much more politely and attentively.

✧ Sometimes people don’t take the time to have conversations with him due to his hearing difficulties, so he makes sure to be extremely attentive and show his appreciation whenever you talk to him. Expressive listening and reactions are his specialty!

✧ Having skills as a healer, Oin does anything in his area of expertise to ease your travels, whether it’s pain relief, soothing oils for your muscles, steam treatments for your breathing, etc.

✧ He knows a lot of games, too, so if you’d like Oin would love to sit down and teach you some. If you ever look bored or down he will approach you with cards or dice in hand asking if you’d like to while away some time or thoughts.

✧ In turn, any hobby you have is something he’d be eager to learn about. You like to see? Show him how! You paint? Well, what do you make your paints out of? He wants to find a way to support your joys.

✧ Does silly things behind the others’ backs when only you can see, making fun of them or just shaking his head no if they give bad advice. Acts completely innocent even if they catch you laughing.

Gloin

✧ The ability to speak one's intent and feelings clearly, perhaps even with a bit of poetry, definitely runs in his family 😌 He will pay you the best compliments you've ever heard, leaving you to wonder what wheels are turning in his mind as he speaks them.

✧ Unafraid of telling you how nice your outfit looks on you whether it’s the color or the fit or, as is most likely, both! Tells you, in fact, that you’re more beautiful than any gem he’s ever seen.

✧ Teaches you how to play all his favorite tavern games! Subsequently always asks for you to be his partner at them.

✧ “Oh, you’ve got a little…” Extending a hand, he gently removes a small leaf from your hair, gently brushing it back into place.

✧ Won’t give the others the time of day if you’re talking to him. “Can’t you see I’m talking to them and not you?”

✧ Becomes your designated lifter of heavy objects and opener of difficult things, flexing as he tells you that pretty much everyone comes to him for it (even if it isn’t true) 😌

Bifur

✧ Absolutely becomes a showoff whenever he sees you, especially when he's sparring. You're like an energy of your own, bringing him new vigor and passion to overtake his enemy before he flashes you a smile. It's fairly obvious what he's doing, but you can't deny its effectiveness.

✧ Gets you familiar with his signs so he can spill the tea about the others when they aren’t looking 👀

✧ Elbows you lightly to get your attention, then waves at you or wiggles his eyebrows teasingly when you peer at him.

✧ Strings together some beads he has on hand along with some pretty rocks that he found to make you a little necklace or bracelet! Looks so proud as he holds it up for you too 🥺

✧ Gives it his all in every fight where you’re in harm’s way too because it’s not just about him making it out anymore.

✧ Sharpens your weapons for you without you even having to ask 😌

Bofur

✧ Bofur is incredibly sweet around the one who draws his attention, always smiling when you look his way and address him and always laughing at your jokes. His actions could be seen as just friendly but he's incredibly generous and giving around you which is a bit of a tell.

✧ Starts breaking touch barriers! Just with little things like resting a hand on your shoulder as he teases you or expresses sympathy, offering a helping hand to stand back up, or taking your hand or wrist to look at your jewelry.

✧ Yours is the first hand he reaches for when Bofur starts up a song and dance. He holds you so gently but twirls you so eagerly, a smile on his face for you the whole time!

✧ Hype man. Believes in you like it’s a given- of course you look amazing, go on, you can do it, don’t be scared, they’ll love it. In his words, “Don’t dull that great shine you’ve got.”

✧ Sharing little running jokes is his favorite. Whether you two were the only ones to catch another company member say something ridiculous or Bofur was the one you shared a certain story or fact with, he loves those little points of connection and will never let them die.

✧ Loves to take care of you, so when you’re seated together at meals he’ll load your plate and pour your drink for you- you won’t have to do a single thing but enjoy your time!

Bombur

✧ Such a quiet sweetheart! You may not be able to tell he likes you because he's so subtle with his little gifts and waves sent your way, but he's always asking about you and trying to show he cares.

✧ Lets you sneak tastes of whatever he’s making even though he’d usually smack their hand away 🥰 Also he always serves you first at the end of the day and gives you the best bit of whatever he's made! And if you're a lady, he always says “ladies first” with the sweetest smile ☺️

✧ The absolute best if you get anxiety, like he will learn exactly what is best to do for you whether it’s breathing, words, serving as a living weighted blanket for you, a phrase or sensory experience, you name it! He just wants to see you smile again 🥺

✧ Quietly leaves you flowers by your bedroll when you aren’t around, just little surprises to bring a smile to your face at day’s end.

✧ Bombur has the most hilarious theories about how he thinks he can predict the weather, so rather than have you ask Gandalf he’ll explain them all in depth until you’ve got stitches in your sides from laughing.

✧ If you break touch barriers, expect the most shocked, happy :o face from him followed by a smile that slowly grows more and more lovestruck.

Dori

✧ Another case of 'could be interpreted as friendly', Dori practically fawns over you to make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need, but because he's a big brother it can come across like his natural sibling instinct.

✧ Anyone who bothers you gets the biggest scolding of their life- watch out!

✧ Making tea is his love/connection language. He'll offer to make you a cuppa if you're cold, stressed, need some energy, you name it and he'll do it for you!

✧ Practically shushes everyone to get your opinion when a ruckus emerges over some company decision or another, making some creative excuse why you have sway over it.

✧ Dori is definitely the sort to always check in and make sure you ate and got a drink too, always getting certain you’re keeping up your strength and care for yourself.

✧ Invites you to take walks with him when he wants fresh air and time away from his brothers, just the two of you enjoying nature and some one-on-one chatting and laughter.

Nori

✧ Shameless flirt! You'll know by the way his eyes travel up and down, by the way he smiles and approaches you, by his complete and utter lack of fear in complimenting and teasing you.

✧ Probably hits you with a pickup line as one of your first interactions, seeing you and immediately stepping in with the 'what's someone like you doing in a place like this'.

✧ Naturally he always volunteers to pair up with you on watches or lookout duty…just to make sure you’re safe, you know!

✧ Tells maybe, just possibly, exaggerated stories of his feats of heroism…or just gambling, whichever.

✧ One hundred percent the one who tries the old ‘yawn and put your arm around them’ trick one night by the fire or on watch.

✧ If his exploration leads him somewhere interesting you’re the first one he’ll be pulling over to check it out with him, pride written all over his face at your amazed reaction!

Ori

✧ He's so shy and polite around you that you can't help but wonder if his flustered state and smiles are connected to you. He also gets clumsier, suddenly walking into things and dropping them. What can be said, you just have an effect on him 😉

✧ Always points out animals he sees on your travels because he knows you like looking at them. Will sketch you pictures of your favorites so you can carry them with you!

✧ “Ooh, ooh! Sit with me!” *proceeds to not know what to say or do with himself once you get there*

✧ Knits for you, whether you request a scarf or gloves or a hat Ori will make it for you. “Here. This’ll keep you nice and warm,” he tells you as he passes it over, smiling sweetly as your hands brush.

✧ Tries to replicate anyone else’s feats. Fili threw a knife and hit a bullseye? Well watch this. Bifur balanced three bowls on his head? Care to see Ori do four? And if he doesn’t, please don’t laugh too much!

✧ Asks your favorite everything, like what flower you like the best, what meal you enjoy most, what’s your favorite color. Your favorite flower will forever make Ori think of you, and in fact it becomes his muse. He dedicated two whole pages to pressing and sketching them, one for him to keep and one for you!

Fili

✧ Epitome of 'if he teases you, he likes you'. Always shooting you jokes and smoothly grabbing your attention to show you things. Fili just gets a twinkle in his eye around you and his behavior clues you in.

✧ Teaches you the best way to throw knives, standing behind you to help you get the best angle 😏 asks if you’d like to give a name to the one you do the best with!

✧ Such a great listener. Goes full-on chin in hand just watching your animation intently, nodding and smiling as you speak.

✧ Struggle with something in Fili’s sight and you’ll never lift a finger at it again. He swoops right in to help you, always reassuring you it’s no big deal at all.

✧ Opens his arms immediately if you’re stressed or grieving, offering a warm, comforting embrace. He gives amazing hugs, too, a hand sliding soothingly up and down your back as he pulls you in.

✧ Trips and falls in front of you, but saves it by saying he lost his footing because you were so stunning 💁🏻‍♀️

Kili

✧ If he teases you he likes you part two. He also shamelessly flirts by winking at you and doing anything in his power to hear you laugh, so you'll be able to see what's up pretty quickly.

✧ He has a habit of taking things to see if you notice, just small things like if you leave your comb sitting out or lay down your weapon to go talk to someone, he'll snatch it up and hold onto it to see how long it takes! "Just keeping it warm for you ;)"

✧ Takes it upon himself to teach you archery or help you practice, making lots of corrections to your stance, especially with guiding hands on your hips 👀

✧ One night Kili has a coin perched on his hand. “Heads or tails?” You call your guess, and as luck you call it correctly. “Well, that means you get to sit with me tonight,” Kili replies with a wink.

✧ If you don’t mind it, he’ll probably end up giving you some sort of nickname, whether it’s based on some sort of inside joke or just something you like or remind him of.

✧ Conversations he’s involved in quickly involve you, too, as Kili can find a reason to think of you amidst even the most mundane topics.

Bilbo

✧ He isn't flustered around you, but he behaves with a certain awkward consternation that you wonder at. If you have a tougher time reading others like me, you might think he's just plain studying you, confused even, but in truth he is hyperfocusing on every little part of your interactions!

✧ The type to always stick by you, making sure he's the one seated next to you at mealtimes and placed next to you at the campfire.

✧ “Perhaps we ought to hold hands? Just to keep together. After all, it’s quite crowded out here.”

✧ Being introverted as he is, a big sign of Bilbo’s care for you is the way he approaches your time together- even at the end of the day he will still come to you, making it clear time together with you recharges. It equates to ‘me time’, which is big for him.

✧ Asks a lot of questions about your home, the cultures you come from and languages you speak. Bookish as he is, Bilbo will undertake learning your other language(s) and trying to bring pieces of your home right to you!

✧ “So, have you ever… you know, thought about settling down someday? After all this is over.”

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit headcanons #thorin's company #balin #dwalin #thorin #oin #gloin #bifur #bofur #bombur #dori #nori #ori #fili #kili #bilbo #balin x reader #dwalin x reader #thorin x reader #oin x reader #gloin x reader #bifur x reader #bofur x reader #bombur x reader #dori x reader #nori x reader #ori x reader

[kilibaggins]

Your take on cuddling with the company? 🥺

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for! Thank you for my first the hobbit request and I hope I did them justice <3

Warnings: None really! I don't go into detail about anything graphic or anything. Nori is said to be handsy (I go on to describe it's in a good way and not sexual and only with someone he's dating)

Words: 2113

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Fili

Very much a big spoon kind of guy, always just pulling you as close as possible and burying his face in your neck. The smell of you makes him feel comfortable and safe, a lot safer than he'd feel being held as a little spoon.

He'll randomly put his arm around your waist if you're all sitting around the campfire, using the cold as an excuse for it. 

If you have hair he'd love to have his hand in it while giving you big hugs. His hugs are longer cuddle-like hugs that he uses to remind himself that he can keep you safe.

Uses your cuddles as a way to relax after a long day, especially if he ends up being king one day since he's the heir, and even as the heir he has a lot of responsibilities and it weighs him down so cuddling with you is his time to relax and feel like he can let go. 

Kili

Kili is a little spoon or big spoon, depending on your and his moods. If you've had a close call he's one to pull you as close to him as possible and be your big spoon to make sure you're safe and okay. Holding you is one of his favorite things to do. 

So Clingy, I'm not even kidding. An arm around your waist, a hand on your hip, a hand on your shoulder, his arm looped through yours, his legs in your lap, his HEAD in your lap, the company can bet every day they'll see some new way he's decided to cuddle with you even in front of them all.

If you're more of a secretive/in-private kind of person he'd cut back on the clinginess but sometimes he'd slip up and cuddle you randomly just to notice and pull back. 

His favorite cuddling position is when he can lay his head in your lap and you're petting his hair. I have a headcanon he doesn't do much with his hair and doesn't like braids much but that doesn't stop him from LOVING his hair being played with and messed with. it makes him feel safe. 

Nori

Kind of handsy, won't lie, but in a gentle way and only after you and him are fully together. His hands on your hips, hands holding your legs close to him in bed, etc. He's very much a "pulls you as close as possible even when you're already as close as you're gonna get" kind of guy. 

"Nori, Nori, you're suffocating me, Nori-"

Will also cuddle you anywhere. He has been known to just pull you onto his lap, even If you're taller than him. Likes to pull you into his lap and, if you're the right height, rest his chin on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist and his hands on your thighs.  

Oh, a negative thing though, he steals the blankets. BUT only if he can't steal you. He'll choose you over the blanket for a cuddle sesh or at night but if you for whatever reason don't cuddle with him, expect to find yourself without blankets.

Ori

Slightly awkward at first but also very gentle and clingy. Doesn't like asking for the type of things he wants in any regard, let alone cuddling, and lets you take the lead. It takes you looking him in the eye and telling him to tell you what he wants to admit he wants to be held. 

Though, after a while, he'd eventually just. ASK. Because as soon as he's comfortable with someone his anxiousness subsides to show his brave spirit. 

He loves to sit up in bed with your head on his legs as he draws or writes. He likes to read to you as you lay down together. Cuddling with Ori is kind of like hugging a teddy bear. 

Dori

Dori is a very gentlemanly dwarf so cuddling with him is always putting your feelings above his (which is something you two can work on). He's very willing to give you exactly what you want at any given moment.

A lot of "is this okay?"'s and "Are you cold?"'s. Uses your well-being as a big excuse a lot of the time because he cares about you a lot. If he's questioned on why you were in his bed roll the night before he'll tell everyone that it was cold! You were scared! You shouldn't have to be alone in this dangerous world, he had to protect you!

A very big mother-hen, and not only to his brothers, so it's very easy for him to come up with "excuses" to cuddle with you. 

But really he just wants to.

Oin

Sometimes it can be hard to hear the things you say to him so when you're nice and close in bed it's one of the best times. He loves to hear you talk in his ear so he loves when you lay on your side with your face near his. 

He loves to read your lips in this position, hearing you speaking and reading your lips helps him be able to understand you more outside of bed as well. 

Your arm would be thrown over his side and his would be gently running up and down yours. Your legs would intertwine a lot.

He's not that cuddly anywhere other than in bed, usually, he prefers his space, but if he ever thinks you're under the weather he is THERE. or if he sees you're down for any reason he's also there, holding you, because in his own words he's a healer! and healers are meant to help in any way possible, and it's proven that physical affection can help.

Gloin

Gloin is a bear hugger. He will squeeze the living daylights out of you and laugh while he does it. Cuddling with him is like if you were cuddling with a living bear. 

He's kind of possessive but less in a "you belong to me" way and more of a "I get to have you?" way. He's always burying his face in your hair, shoulders, neck, wherever he can just to get closer to you. 

He's a guilty pleasure little spoon and it RARELY happens but when it does he says it's to humor you. 

He'll cuddle with you at night around the company but he's not that much of a hands-on affection type of person. He'd rather show how much he loves you with acts of service or words than hold you. 

Bifur

Bifur!! Bifur would be very much a secret cuddler. He wouldn't do it often, I think he might even get a bit overwhelmed with being held, but he'd love to sometimes be able to hold you and show you how important you are to him. 

Especially if you can't speak Khuzdul, he'd feel the need to show you physical affection as a love language to show you how much he cares. If you see him with the axe still in his head, he'd be a bit... hesitant to hold you. He wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you with it. 

I think he worries about not being able to give you what he "should be able to" so he often shows you love in cuddles whenever he can. 

Bombur

BOMBUR IS A HUMAN (dwarf) PILLOW. He gives the best hugs 100% and loves to cuddle. He loves when you lay at his side and lay your head on his chest or stomach. He also loves to just cuddle into you like a cat. 

If Ori is a teddy bear, and Gloin is a real bear, Bombur is one of those big teddy bears that you have no clue how to actually cuddle but instead, he has the pro of being able to cuddle YOU so there's less of a hassle!! Loves to just have lazy days where all you do is lay and cuddle. 

Will 100% cuddle with you around the company but if anyone mocks or jokes about it he'll stop. (don't worry, he'll only stop for a little bit before picking it back up again. not even his kin can make him stop cuddling you.)

Cuddling by the campfire usually consists of you laying against his side and falling asleep but he doesn't mind. 

Bofur

Bofur is such a cuddler oh my gosh !! He'd cuddle you constantly. He's a lot like Kili, wanting physical touch with you all the time but specifically his cuddles are so gentle. 

He's had a rough life, and through it, he keeps a smile. When his smile finally falls, your cuddles are the only things that can get him happy again. 

He likes to sing to you while you cuddle and his favorite position is your head on his chest, but he's open to other ones !! He's open to being a little spoon and enjoys it but I think a part of him prefers being able to hold you, which is why your head on his chest is his favorite because it feels like a mix of holding you and you holding him. 

Dwalin

Dwalin doesn't seem much like a cuddler, and I think he'd definitely not do it in public, but he'd hold you at night. He's a personal space type of person so it's not all the time but he does! He'll pull you close to his chest and bury his face in your hair. 

His cuddles are kinda clunky and rough, and he's always worried about hurting you, and he's a bit too strong for his own good so sometimes he squeezes too tight. Though, despite all that, if he's tired enough he'll just grab you and hold you without thinking. Sometimes those are the best nights where he lets you gently run your hands up and down his arms and lets you kiss him gently.

Those nights, when he's so tired that he's just dragging his feet and all he wants it to be with you are some of the best nights. Sometimes, and I mean very rarely, he'll let his head rest on your chest.

Balin

Balin is a cuddler but not a big one. Loves to hold you but isn't really clingy or enthusiastic like Kili, and overall just finds peace in it. If he's able to hold you it means you're alive and, to him, that's the greatest gift of all. 

He's a calmer soul so a lot of the cuddles are just laying in bed with a few of your limbs intertwined and just relaxing after a long day. 

He doesn't really like positions like little spoon big spoon or anything, he prefers to have his own space in bed which is why the points of contact are limited to arms and legs most of the time, but if you or he has a day he's willing to cuddle more closely. 

Thorin

Thorin is a great big teddy bear underneath all the grumpiness. Very gentle, he treats you like that meme that says "gently holds". He's like a living furnace and shares his body heat happily. 

He loves to sleep as close to you as possible, and he's a secret little spoon. He enjoys being the big spoon and probably won't ask to be the little spoon, but he will be one in a heartbeat. He loves to be in your arms or have you in his. 

Technically this isn't cuddling but Thorin will wrap his coat around you and put his arm around your shoulders to keep it in place for you. Likes to pull you into his side/chest and wrap his coat around you while hugging you, too. Will 100% suffocate you without meaning to in his need to be close. 

Bilbo

He keeps to himself, and because of that he rarely ever cuddles in public. Feels a little awkward if anyone can see him cuddling with you. 

Due to his height sometimes he finds it hard to be the big spoon so he often ends up being the little spoon, which you won't find him complaining. He's very gentle when it comes to cuddles and is another one to put your needs first, though if he doesn't like something he WILL make sure someone hears about it. 

"Your arm is in my side. Move. Y/N, Move."

"It's too hot." *he does not get up to move*

He may sound like a complainer but most of the time his complaints are small things that he chooses to ignore anyway, and you'll make him smile if you tease him about it. If your arm is in his side weirdly and he complains, you can just... laugh. and not move. and he'll shake his head with a smile.

#the hobbit #thorins company #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit preferences #fili #kili #nori #ori #dori #oin #gloin #bifur #bombur #bofur #dwalin #balin #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #cuddling with thorins company

[moonrainbowfish]

Imagine the dwarves being super outraged when they find out you've been made fun of because of your body hair. As someone who was often a bit hairier than my peers I was often teased because of it. So just imagining the dwarves telling you your body hair is beautiful and you're absolutely gorgeous the way you are is honestly the sweetest thing ever to me. I just know they would totally kill anyone with an axe who dares mock their loved one

#hobbit x reader #tolkien #dwarves x reader #thorin x reader #fili x reader #kili x reader #hobbit imagine #bofur x reader #dwalin x reader #company x reader #gimli x reader #lotr x reader

[betyloca]

hobbit characters having a human s/o with tattoos and muscles

bilbo baggins

•He was tired of all the dwarves that were in his house and when he heard the door he started screaming.

-No, I don't want any more messy and rude guests, so goodbye.

• oh this poor boy when he opened the door and saw you at the entrance of his house he felt his heart stop

- I'm sorry* I move to the side* pass

• when you came in you introduced yourself

-I'm y/n at your service

- bilbo baggins to his

• He saw how you crouched down and got close to his ear, whispering to him.

- Do not judge people, Mr. Bolson, because I am not rude and disorderly, a little hobbit.

• this guy was a blushing mess

• At the beginning of the trip he was always behind you without saying anything

• this guy loves how strong and threatening you look

• you always end up defending him from Thorin's mockery

• He likes that you pay attention to him when I walk he talks to you about his home

- Your home sounds beautiful, I would have liked to stay longer.

- maybe after this you can come and have tea

- that sounds very good

• loves your tattoos

he spends his time admiring them

• always asks you what they mean or if it hurt you to do them

• sometimes he spends his time counting them when he is bored

• He will never admit it but he likes it when you pick him up, he feels protected in your arms.

• When I gave you a flower I thought you didn't like it until I saw you showing it off to everyone.

• You defend him from Thorin when he finds out that he handed over the stone from the ark.

• in battle you fight at his side without losing sight of him

• In the end you leave, you go with him to the region

until I confess to you

- Y/N I love you, would you like to be with me?

- aww little hobbit I wouldn't be with anyone else

Bofur

•this boy thought you were a man at first until he heard your voice

• He liked talking to you and how you laughed at his jokes

• he loves the way your tattoos look

- And that my lady, why did you do it?

- I did it because of a battle I was in

• He really likes your hugs, how you squeeze him without hurting him

• gets happy when you eat his food

• When they fought the orcs he was excited how you beat them one by one

• in the battle for the mountain they fought side by side

• he didn't lose sight of you even for a moment

• in the end you ended up confessing

- My wife would let me braid her hair

-Yeah

• He had explained to you what braiding means in his culture and it moved you very much.

Dwalin

•oh this man admired your strength

• He liked to talk to you about how much weight you could lift.

• sometimes they did strength competitions

• he likes how agile you are with axes

• Imagine when he discovered that you had tattoos he was almost upset for not having told him.

- Girl, do you have tattoos?

- yes I have some

- why did not you tell me!!

• likes it when you show him your tattoos while you tell them their meanings

• He also shows you his with great pride

• likes to compete with you for who has the most tattoos

- I have 14 tattoos

- * evil laugh*

- and you?

- *showing his tattoos*

- fuck

• No matter how far away you are, when you fight, he always cares about you.

• No doubt his brother notices how he looks at you.

- When are you going to tell him?

- to say that?

- what do you like

• gets jealous when you spend more time with another member of the company than with him

• It was confessed to you when they are in the battle of the five exercises

- Y/N, would you give me the honor of courting you?

- *screaming* tell me now

- what are you saying ?

- well of course yes idiot

•after winning you let him court you

• I couldn't be happier than with you

#x reader #the hobbit imagine #lotr x reader #dwalin x reader #bilbo baggins x reader #bofur x reader #dwalin #the hobbit fanfiction #bofur the dwarf

[finnofamerica]

Out of Thorin's Company, who do you think would be the best one to go to if you're having a really hard day and reaching burn out?

Bofur.

100% Bofur. He's the perfect shoulder to cry on. He's a good listener. Would feed you your favorite comfort meal. He'd even let you wear his hat (rare!!) if you were feeling really, really poorly.

He'd be so encouraging too! Like he'd say, "Look at how far you've come! The worst of it is behind you now," and "Even dragons need to rest."

He's the best comfort dwarf. Dwalin is my favorite dwarf, and not even he can compare to Bofur's comforting vibe.

#finn talks #finn's friends #fizzyxcustard #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #ask finn #bofur imagine #bofur x reader

[ironmandeficiency]

the hobbit + hozier songs

characters included: kíli, bilbo, dwalin, thorin, nori, bofur, ori, fíli, dori, tauriel

word count: 1166

a/n: the amazing and precious @wordbunch inspired me to write these bc of her lotr/th characters as taylor swift songs posts & i couldn't be more excited to finally post this labor of love!! thank you bestie for listening to me scream abt this for nearly two months lol

kíli: foreigner’s god

he loves outside of his race and this fact causes undue scorn to be thrown at his feet. it’s unheard of for almost any dwarf, let alone one from the line of durin, to do such a thing. this does not deter him - it empowers him; if his heart could go against the traditions forged into his bones, molten in his hot blood, how could it not be true? the strength of his love is what helps him ignore the doubts shouted by the prejudice plaguing those who know nothing of his heart. that, and the sound of your laughter at his antics, the soft smiles only given to him when he’s being a little too charming… he could go on.

bilbo: like real people do

as much flack as bilbo gets from the company for not being conventionally tough, he’s not weak by any means. he’s familiar with the pain of loss, and how the ways one tries to rise above the grief that follows aren’t always savory. he knows there’s a respect to be found in the absence of prying questions, choosing simply to coexist in the feelings and allow answers to come in their own sweet time. he’ll put some tea on to cook and scrounge up some leftovers from the previous meal, sitting beside you and letting the comfort flow naturally, his soft lips soothing the most tender aches.

dwalin: work song

just looking at him, you wouldn’t think dwalin a sap. but with his insanely strong sense of loyalty and stalwart dedication, he can’t be anything but. he’s faced down innumerable evils in his time, braved the fiercest of storms that many of his comrades didn’t; none of them even come close to keeping him from you. your arms welcome him home without question after each fight he braves, and your letters tucked into secret compartments in his armor keep him warm between embraces. he’ll read them by the fire every night when he’s away, every gentle word carrying his mind away from thoughts of the day’s turmoil.

thorin: sedated

this sweet, sad man doesn’t think he deserves good things in life. this, unfortunately, includes having someone love him despite his flaws and past mistakes. he couldn’t resist admitting his feelings for you and was ridiculously shocked that you reciprocated & allowed him to love you. on nights when he feels his failures deeper, he’ll try to convince you that he doesn’t deserve you. vitriol will escape from worried lips and terrified heart, piercing you in the way only a lover knows how. a soft kiss, gentle words, and a few strokes through his hair will soothe these wounds from him for a time and allow him some of the peace he’s fought to find, but doesn’t always believe is earned.

nori: it will come back

it was decades since the last time nori thought of love, even longer since he believed himself worthy of it. meeting you only solidified his disbelief; how could someone look at him and see someone that deserved such a pure thing, after everything he’s done in his life? he’s stolen, lied, cheated, and killed to survive (and sometimes not for mere survival). his attempts to spurn you away from him only increased your determination to break through the fortress he built around himself. he could only be strong against your advances for so long before he crumbled, reluctantly accepting the love and peace and safety you offered so freely.

bofur: nobody

bofur’s done a lot in his time. he was born in the blue mountains, a colony that never seemed to find the prosperity needed to do more than simply survive. he is a brother, uncle, cousin, friend, toymaker, miner, member of the great company that reclaimed erebor. but through all his adventures and hardships, he never lost his playful streak. he wants to have fun with who he loves, wants a little bit of mischief to make his laugh louder and brighter. bofur is a fun-loving soul who, despite his wandering past, will always choose you over anywhere that you’re not.

ori: francesca

ori’s life has never been a peaceful one. being raised by dori and being followed by the whispers of his late amad’s reputation (not to mention nori’s) without a mountain to call home, it weighed on his shoulders. even his craft, the pride of every dwarrow worth their beard, happened to be one seen as miniscule in importance compared to smithing. every moment spent with his one, doing anything or nothing at all, eases the burden he carries and makes every moment of strife worth it just to be with the soul made to mirror his.

fíli: i, carrion (icarian)

your love for him seems almost too good to be true, the remnants of stories told in dusty tomes written by those with far more eloquence than he can claim to possess. that being said, he is definitely not one to look a gift boar in the mouth. he relishes in each tender moment, every second spent in your presence that carries him far beyond the constraints life has placed upon him. but he recognizes that life isn’t always so simple, retreating into your arms and wishing that everything around you both just disappears. there’s always reality, waiting patiently outside of your chambers for one faulty misstep to throw you both askew. that’s why he dedicates himself to showing you that if life does what it does best and deals harsh blows, he will be there for you through it all.

dori: shrike

dori never had time for love; he had two brothers to protect, one more wily than the other was young. his focus was on getting his brothers through the days, putting food on their plates and the semi-frequently used stash of bail money well-stocked. he allowed his feelings for his one to fall to the wayside in the name of preservation. he ignored their call for decades and braved out the pain that came with such a silence. he begged for his one’s forgiveness every time they called for him. but once the mountain was reclaimed and his brothers safe, he yearned for what he could have had. he would approach his one with much regret and sorrow for the time lost, but a pure hope that they could find forgiveness in their heart for him.

tauriel: unknown/nth

to earn her love is a feat unlike that which the world has known for a long time. being seen as worth all these mortal struggles and painful toils in the eyes of an elf, let alone one as fierce as tauriel, is quite the achievement to anyone outside looking in. to the red-haired warrior in question, though, giving her love to you has the same unthinking ease as breathing; it’s beyond instinct to do and just as necessary to her survival. you’re worth every century spent alone, every moment after knowing you spent away from you.

#bilbo baggins x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #dwalin x reader #fili x reader #kili x reader #nori x reader #ori x reader #dori x reader #tauriel x reader #bofur x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit reader insert #fíli x reader #kíli x reader #fili imagine #kili imagine #thorin oakenshield imagine #bilbo baggins imagine #dwalin imagine #bofur imagine #nori imagine #ori imagine #tolkienverse fic #tolkienverse imagine #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit hc #the hobbit x reader

[theaskywalker]

Imagine Bofur asking you to be his wife after the Battle of the Five Armies

Masterlist

#the hobbit #an unexpected journey #desolation of smaug #battle of the five armies #bofur #thorin and company #thorins company #bofur x reader #bofur imagine #imagines #the hobbit imagines #erebor #the lonely mountain #third age #durin's folk #middle earth #marriage proposal

[ragingbookdragon]

A Love Enduring All Of Time

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Angst...?

Author's Note: I made myself sad :( BUT IT ENDS HAPPILY SO :)

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As they gathered around the fire, no one seemed to want to sing or dance. They were cold, tired, some bruised and wounded, but mostly exhausted. They quietly ate and readied for bed, and she couldn’t help but feel discontent at the lack of wind-down from the day. She lay in her bedding, staring up at the night sky; Thorin lay beside her in his own bedding, Fili above Thorin, Kili above her, Bilbo on her other side.

Bilbo was shifting beside her, a telltale sign that he was restless; she gently put her arms behind her head, and asked, “Bilbo, would you like to hear a story?”

A few of the dwarves groaned but she paid them no mind, looking over at Bilbo who blinked and nodded his head. “A good bedtime story would be nice.”

Her smile was bright even in the darkness and before she could even open her mouth, Thorin muttered, “We need rest. A story will have to wait.”

“Oh pish,” she retorted and settled in to tell her story. “Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived beside an elven castle. And she—”

“Of course, it’s an elven bedtime story,” Dwalin griped and the others chuckled whilst she threw a rock at him.

“Let me tell my story!” she cleared her throat. “Now, where was I? Ah yes, once upon a time!”

***

“Thalaweston,” Colfindaer muttered. “The girl is here again.”

The silver-haired elf looked over towards the gates, seeing the little girl standing there, a hopeful look on her face; the second she saw him see her, she waved wildly at him. He let out a sigh and said, “I’ll be right back.” He could hear his friend chuckling as he walked towards the gates, stopping just before them; he bent down and greeted her with a smile. “Hello Kaeralina.”

The girl blushed and looked at her feet, quietly holding up the flowers she’d picked. “I…I brought these for you.”

He took them through the ivory gates, gazing at the stems that had been hastily plucked and the dirt brushed off. “Thank you, they’re beautiful.” Looking back at her, he asked, “You’ve been coming to give me flowers quite often, Kaeralina.”

“Mhm,” she murmured, swaying slightly. “Mother said elves like flowers.”

“Your mother’s wise, we are connected deeply with nature.” Thalaweston tipped his head to the side. “Kaeralina, does your mother know you come here? It’s awfully dangerous for a little girl to be all alone out here.”

“I’m not little!” she retorted, bringing her eyes back up to his. “I’m ten years of age!” He chuckled and she felt her cheeks warm, dropping her gaze again. “I know how to get here and home safely.”

He let out a sigh. “Kaeralina, it isn’t safe for you to keep coming back and forth. You could be hurt, or worse. There is danger in the forest.”

“I know,” she said, kicking at the ground with her boot. “But…I wanted to give you the flowers.”

Thalaweston looked at the flowers in his hand again. “They’re lovely flowers, Kaeralina. While I thank you for them, you have to stop coming as often as you do. If anything were to happen to you, your family would be very sad.”

Quickly, she turned around, sniffling, and he felt a pang of hurt in his chest for hurting her feelings, but just as fast as she’d begun to cry, she turned back around, a determined look on her face as she declared, “One day, I’m going to marry you!”

His eyes widened in shock and before he could even reply, she nodded her head resolutely and dashed off into the thicket, leaving him to go back to his post where his friend was laughing hysterically and teasing him about the girl.

***

It had been many, many years before Thalaweston ever saw her again. One and a half decades in fact, but a mere fifteen years was but a blink of an eye to elves. He’d been given relief of duty to join a hunting party towards the west of the forest, just on the other side of the human city growing next to the castle.

Splitting up from the rest of the group, he journeyed on his own, quietly stalking a deer he’d seen in the distance. When he’d come upon it, he raised his bow, pointer finger feeling along the steel of the arrowhead, breath leaving his lungs as he began to release it, when the buck suddenly dropped towards him, an arrow in its chest.

He lowered his bow but dove behind a tree for cover in case it wasn’t one of his people; watching cautiously, he waited for the mysterious shooter to come from the trees and when they did, his eyes widened. A mere human girl had shot from hundreds of yards away, a managed a perfect shot.

Thalaweston crept behind them as they pulled the arrow out, pulling a knife to begin cleaning when he stepped on a stick, the crack echoing through the forest. Quick as lightning, they spun, bow raised and ready to fire; he raised his hands in surrender and he caught sight of eyes beneath the red hood, bow slightly wavering as they said, “Thalaweston?”

He cocked his head to the side, stealthily reaching for his dagger. “How do you know me?”

They reached up and plucked the hood off and he let out a breath at the sight of her. “Kaeralina?”

She had grown into a beautiful young woman; her shock gave way to joy as she reached out to hug the elf. “Oh, it’s been so long!” she wrapped her arms around him. “You look well! How have you been!”

He was in shock himself. “I—I am well. Nothing much has changed in my life. How are you?” he pulled back, looking towards the deer then to her. “When did you learn to draw a bow?”

A shadow crossed her face and she said, “My father…he died when I was still a child. My mother and I had to fend for ourselves. I picked up a thing or two watching the hunters in my city. I am leading the hunting parties now, believe it or not!”

“Congratulations.” Thalaweston looked around. “You’re quite a distance away from the city, are you not? More into elven territory.”

He saw the telltale sign of embarrassment come across her as she looked away, suddenly interested in the deer. “Yes, well, the deer favor elven company, so it makes sense to hunt here.”

“Really?” he asked doubtfully. “Are you sure it’s not because you have a fondness for elves?”

She shot him a look. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure? Because I have quite a few bouquets of flowers that beg to differ.”

“I can’t believe you remember that,” she muttered. “I was a child.”

“A very sweet, earnest child,” he agreed, kneeling beside her. “I kept them, you know. Pressed them to make them keepsakes.”

She blinked at him. “You did?”

He nodded. “If nothing else, a reminder that humanity was good to us elves once.”

“That’s…very sweet of you, Thalaweston.”

He smiled and looked at her. She really was so beautiful. “You’ve grown since I last saw you.”

Her smile was more bittersweet. “Humans age much faster than elves. It’s been fifteen years, did you know?”

“I do.”

“I can’t believe it’s been so long.”

“Time does fly.”

“That it does.” Exhaling, she gestured to the deer. “I should get this back to the city. I’m sure they’re waiting for me to return.”

Before she could even attempt to lift it, Thalaweston did for her. “Allow me.” He ignored her dissuasions and added, “Think of it as a chance for us to catch up. I’d love to hear about how life has treated you. Nothing ever changes for us elves in the castle. Life is always boring.”

She smiled, looking down at her feet as she kicked at the ground. “Oh…alright, I guess you can.”

“So, tell me, have you promised to marry any of the men in your town or are we still—”

“I WAS A CHILD! LET IT GO!”

***

Thalaweston lay beside her, gently brushing aside the silver hair on her head, caressing the warm skin on her forehead. “How do you feel, melethel?”

Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at him. “Tired, my life. Very tired.”

He couldn’t fight the lump in his throat as he rested his hand on her chest above her heart. “Are you comfortable?”

“I am.”

“Should I get the children? Do you need me to get them? I will go—”

“My life,” she calmed softly, resting a hand atop his. “I have said my goodbyes to my children. This time is for us.”

Tears shone in his eyes as he dug his head into the pillow and whispered, “I am not ready for you to go, melethel.”

She smiled sadly, but there was a warmth there as she reached over with her free hand, swiping a stray tear. “You will never be alone, my life,” she said. “My heart travels with you always. It is in you, in our children, in this life. I am with you through the ages, always.”

Thalaweston gazed at the woman he’d created a life with, from the first moment he saw the little girl in a patchy dress to now, an old woman, his beloved wife, the mother of his beautiful two girls and boy. “I am scared to go on without you.”

“You must.”

“I want you with me. I want to hold your hand. I want to hold you in my arms. I want—”

She caressed his cheek and he fell silent, shutting his eyes against the flood of hot tears. “You must go on until our children no longer need you. Then, and only then will you be allowed to even think of me. They need you, my life. They are your purpose now. Promise me you will not come to me until then.”

He swallowed thickly, inhaling deeply as he nodded his head and whispered, “I promise, melethel.”

Kaeralina let out a low breath and tried to shuffle closer to him, which he saw and immediately shifted to hold her in his arms, his nose pressed against hers; they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Thalaweston,” she murmured. “Some think this was foolish. For a mortal to marry an immortal. But I want you to know, in all our years, I have never regretted a single moment. Not even now.”

Thalaweston smiled widely despite his tears. “I have been blessed by Ilúvatar to have made this life with you. I have loved you and will always love you, Kaeralina. I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the tops of hers. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, my life.”

***

“And till this day,” she said, still staring up at the night sky. “It is said that in the heart of the forest lies a single stone encased by a great oak tree. The memorial of a single elf who loved his human wife so greatly, that he planted a great stone and tree. Of course, others say that the stone is his wife’s grave and he, the great tree that has protected and weathered all the centuries. A love enduring time itself.”

Bilbo was in tears as he looked at her from his small pillow. “He brought her the same flowers every day that she picked for him as a girl.”

“Even in her death, he was devoted to his lovely wife, always.”

He wiped his nose and eyes, trying to compose himself. “That was beautiful.”

“Long, is what it was,” someone, probably Bofur retorted, but he sounded weepy.

She merely smiled and Bilbo asked, “Is it a true story?”

Shrugging, she gently slipped a few strands of hair behind her ear, and he caught sight of the slightly pointed tips. “Who knows? But a love like that? Sure is desirable. To be loved and devoted even after death. I hope one day I’m lucky enough to be loved so much as Thalaweston loved Kaeralina.” She looked to the stars and murmured, “They were amazing parents.”

“What was that?”

She blinked. “I said, I bet they were amazing parents. I’m sure their children were loved beyond belief.” She tutted. “Now off to bed with us. Our bedtime story has been given.”

As they all rolled over, most already asleep, she gently turned on her side, looking up at Kili and Fili who were huddled close, snoring quietly, the eldest brother’s arm wrapped around his youngest. It reminded her of her sister and brother.

She smiled and gently reached over, brushing a hand through each’s hair, watching them lean into and make sleepy noises at the soft, mothering touch, before pulling her arm away, only to catch Thorin’s eyes on her; she smiled at him and he gave her one in return, a softness, and love, in his eyes as she laid her head down and shut her eyes.

He waited until her breathing evened out before he reached over and carefully took her smaller hand in his, holding it. Hers twitched in his grip before her fingers curled over his palm and he fell asleep feeling the warmth bleeding into his hand.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Love’s treasure; Kili x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile but I finally got the inspiration and time to do this fic after getting the boost from another Kili and Fili request as well as my Celestial story.  So @sweetpeapod​ thank you for your patience and hope you see this fic and enjoy it as much as I did writing it these past couple days.

Synopsis: Reader is Aragorn’s older cousin (I imagine by 11 years so she’s about 21). Gandalf knew of her skills as a Ranger for both tracking and navigating and sought her out to be apart of the company.

NO WARNINGS REALLY JUST SOME FLUFF and a bit of angst from parental death/abandonment. 

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I observed the dark blue bead in my hand and pondered just how it had gotten lost.  It was a game I’ve always like to play, anytime I would find a lost object or weapon I’d always come up with a good story on why it got lost and whether or not the owner of said object is out there scouring Middle Earth for it’s safe return.

“What are you up to sister?” I looked up and peeking from behind the Elvish statue was my baby cousin Aragorn, or better known for his safety Estel.  Yes, Aragorn the future king of Men is in fact my cousin on his mother’s side (she is my father’s younger sister).

“I thought you were to be in your studies with Lindir? He’s taken a great deal of time and effort to educate you little one.” I lectured him with a raised brow as he came and sat down beside me on the bench.

“But I already know of the founding of Rivendell and how to speak Elvish.”

“Then tell me who was the mentor of Lord Elrond?” I replied in Elvish.  He looked at me puzzled before he crossed his arms pouting.

“I don’t like you no more.”

“Oh yeah not the first time you’ve said that to me. Or the time after that or the time after that.” I playfully reprimanded him lowering my voice to as deep of a baritone as I could muster while tickling his sides making his squirm and laugh.  “What was that you were looking at earlier?”

“What? You mean this?” I said picking up the bead.  He looked at it with curious eyes and asked me.

“Where did it come from?”

“Why don’t you answer that question. Where do you believe this bead came from cousin?” he stared at the bead, pondering over it.  His tongue slightly peeking out from his lips as he said.

“I believe…..this bead came from some merchants who were on their way to the Blue Mountains when suddenly trolls from the North ambushed them and gobbled them all up, leaving only this bead.”

“Goodness child! You really believe such a cruel fate came to innocent merchants?” he nodded.  “Alright, then I’m going to have to speak with Elladan about changing your bedtime stories.”

“No please (Y/n). He tells the best stories don’t make him stop!” I smirked softly and said as I ruffled his head.

“Very well Estel. Now care to help me braid this into my hair?” he nodded as I sat down onto the floor so that he could properly braid my hair before putting the bead on it.

“Where do you think this bead came from sister?” he asked me.

“Well little one I’ve been putting a lot of thought into it. And I think this bead might hold more meaning than meets the eye. I believe this bead was once part of a Prince’s clothing ensemble. My story is that he fell in love with a woman but wished to give her not gold or jewels for her hand, but something more meaningful to him. So he took this bead from his clothing to present to his love. However, when he went to present his gift to his love, he had overheard of his love being taken by orcs while she was out for a ride on her horse. In his haste, he dropped the bead hoping to rescue his love in time.”

“And did he? Did he ever save his true love?” Estel asked me as he paused in mid-braid.

“I’d like to say they did. And the two of them are living together in the comforts of their newly built home hoping to raise a family together.” We both turned around and there stood Kili.

“Prince Kili!” exclaimed Estel as he raced over to the young dwarf prince.  Kili smiled at my cousin and ruffled his head playfully before greeting him.

“Hello there Estel, being good for your cousin I see?”

“(Y/n) was telling me of a bead she found while out on your travels.”

“So I overheard. Hope it’s alright if I added a small opinion to your story.” He said turning to me.

“I’m always open to new suggestions. I tend to leave mine in a mist of mystery. Drives this little one nuts.”

“She never seems to want to finish the story with her trinkets and earnings.” He whined.

“One day lad you’ll see that sometimes it’s better when things are left to the imagination, instead of always having a one-sided ending.” Kili said to Estel.

“And speaking of story endings, it’s best that you get back to your studies with Lindir. He’s probably already alerted Lord Elrond of your skipping’s. And you know how Lord Elrond is that you keep up with your studies.”

“Aww! But Kili only just arrived.” Estel whined.

“Tell you what lad, you head back and finish your studies. Then once you’re done, meet me and my brother in the training grounds and we’ll teach you how we Dwarves battle off orcs and goblins.”

“Can I sister please?!” Estel begged me clasping his hands together and looking up at me with those bright blue eyes of his.

“If your mother and Lord Elrond say it’s alright.” Estel cheered before racing off and bidding us goodbye.  I playfully shook my head, “I swear that child is more like a rabbit than a boy. Always full of energy and on the move.”

“Ahhh let him enjoy it. He is young, soon he’s going to grow and lose that sense of wonder and joy once he gets out into the real world.”

“You didn’t.” I teased as Kili gawked and softly laughed.

“True, but there are times where I wish I could go back to the days of my childhood. Me and Fili battling out against dragons and orcs and winning without any consequence of the outcome.” I nodded in agreement.  “So what was the bead that you and your cousin were discussing the origins of?” I then showed Kili the strand that Estel had braided for me which held the dark blue bead in my hair.

“I had found it just shortly before we had a run in with those trolls. Saw it hidden just beside a small patch of rocks. Figured it was worth keeping rather than letting it be forgotten amongst Yavanna’s earth.” When I turned to Kili I saw that his eyes were widened and his jaw seemed tense.  “Kili? Kili?”

“Huh? What sorry I-I was…..I have to go.” Suddenly he turned his back and hastily left the garden. My head tilted confused as to why he had left so sudden without another word? I shrugged before sitting back down to admire the bead.

*Kili’s POV*

She had my bead. (Y/n) had my family bead, not only did she have it but she was wearing it. Could-could it mean? No that’s impossible! There’s no way a Ranger of the North could fall for someone like me? But then why would she place my bead into her hair and have it braided?

“…..li? Oi Kili!” I snapped out of my daze to see Fili and Bofur standing before me in what appeared to be a den area of the Elvish realm.  All over the place there were beds and wooden furniture carved to perfection.

“You looked about as lost as a lamb there lad, everything alright?” asked Bofur.

“I—well I’m beginning to question that myself.”

“What is it Kili? You’re not ill are you?”

“No Fili, well not in the normal sense of illness.”

“Ahh-hahaha I think I know.” Bofur said.  “You, Kili, have fallen under the sickness of love. And I think I know just who it is that has caught your affections.” Bofur wiggled his brow towards my brother as I let out a groan.

“It’s not like that!”

“So you don’t have feelings for (Y/n)?” asked Fili.  I did a double take towards my brother and said to him.

“Wait you—you knew?”

“Your my brother Kili. You may have always been a flirt back home but never before have I seen you act around a woman the way you do with (Y/n).” I felt my face heat up as I said to them.

“It’s not just that.” They both looked at me perplexed.  “Remember how I had told you Fili that I had lost one of my beads that mother gave me?” my brother nodded.  “It turns out (Y/n) had found it. Not only that but after just recently talking with her, I had seen that she had braided it into her hair.”

At that confession, they both began to understand the gravity of the situation.

“Surely she must not know what it means to us. I mean you see a bead and the first thought is to braid it into your hair. Surely she can’t know what it means to us, does she?” I asked nervously.

“I wouldn’t be knowing Kili, but if I am honest with yah, I think she might feel the same about you.” Bofur said.

“How would you know Bofur?” I snapped.

“You may not know it laddie, but that lass will look at you when she knows you’re not looking. And I see the same loving look in her eyes that you give to her.”

“You’re jesting Bofur. There’s no way she looks at me like that!”

“I wouldn’t be too sure brother.” Fili said.  I turned to him as he continued, “Remember back with the trolls? When they were going to put you onto the spit, (Y/n) fought to take your place.”

“But wasn’t that because we’re part of the same company? She’s just looking out for us. That’s her nature. Her kind, caring, motherly nature.” I trailed off as I felt my heart skip a beat.

“All I’m saying brother is maybe you should talk to her.”

“And how should I start it off? How about saying something like, ‘Greetings (Y/n), you know the bead you’ve got in your hair in that braid? It’s actually my family bead and by braiding it into your hair you’ve agreed to be my wife. Will you marry me?’ No.” I scoffed the last part.  “I can’t force that onto her.”

“I’m not saying lead on with that. But maybe just talk to her and see if there is any mutual feelings between the two of you. If there is, you’ll finally be happy with her. If not, then at least you’ll have your answer.”

“And if it is a rejection that comes my way? How do you expect me to cope with it? She’ll never look at me the same way again.”

“Even if she does reject your affections Kili, I doubt (Y/n) is the kind of person to make whatever bond she makes feel inferior to how it was before. But like your brother said laddie, you’ll never know unless you talk to her.” Bofur said.

I looked at the two of them, took a deep breath and thanked them for the advice before I left to go find (Y/n) before it grew dark.

*1ST Person POV*

I was at the training grounds with my bow and arrow hoping to get in some last minute training before I would retire for the night.  I notched an arrow onto the bowstring, pulled it back, took a breath before steadying my hand and let the arrow fly.  It hit dead center and I notched another arrow into the bow before releasing that and it hit the center as well as splitting the arrow.

“Ahh, when did you learn to do that?” I turned to see Kili looking between me and the target in amazement.

“When I was a little girl, when I refused to believe that a bow was just something my aunt would tie to my curly locks.” I said notching another arrow into my bow and fired it at the target splitting the other two arrows.  “My uncle agreed. He said learning to fight was essential whether you wore a dress or trousers. He was the wisest man I ever knew.”

“Wish my kin were as supportive at first when I had wish to take the bow and arrow as my main weapon of choice.”

“Thing was he wasn’t just supportive. My uncle he—he was the only father figure I ever had after my own dad walked out on my mother. After she was killed by orcs, my aunt took me in. He took me aside one early morning, taught me everything I know about fighting and said to me, ‘(Y/n), my little raven. If you remember what you’re fighting for you’ll never miss your target’.” I said remember my uncle Arathorn as a good man.

He was not only a good leader to the Rangers up in the North, but he was a loving man who loved his wife.  And loved a child that was not his own blood as a father should.  Raised her, taught her to fight but also keep a level head. I only wish that Aragorn had the same opportunity to bond with his father as I did.

“He sounds like a good man.” Kili told me solemnly.

“Aye. He was.” I said clasping the necklace he gave me a year after being adopted into the family. It’s not much just a simple silver chain with a raven in flight pendant on it but it’s so special to me and never once have I taken it off.

“Is that why you like collecting small objects?” he asked me.  I smiled solemnly and nodded.

“When I was a child and would go with him on patrols, most of the Rangers tired of how I would stop them to find a loose button or a smooth pebble perfect for skipping across the river. But never my uncle, in fact he always encouraged me to keep at it. Said that I’d never know when I might find the greatest treasure of them all.”

We sat there in a comfortable silence for a brief moment (although it felt like an eternity) until Kili finally spoke up.

“I uhh…..” he trailed off softly.  “I think you might’ve missed the target.” I looked at him confused before turning to the target where my split arrows were.  “No not….” He softly chuckled, “I meant with your story. The one you told your cousin about. For the bead.”

“Did I?” he softly nodded but he refused to look me directly in the eye.  “Care to elaborate your theory of this bead?”

“Well it’s not much different from yours. Just some minor details changed. The bead did in fact belong to a prince. But the bead was a part of his family’s heirloom, one that would be meant for a future courting. However, while out on a quest, he had realized that he had lost it. He searched and searched but could not find the bead anywhere. The Prince was heartbroken, not only of the fact he had lost his family bead, but that one day he had hoped to give it to the woman he loves was now gone. Then a few days after the start of his quest, he soon finds the woman he loves wearing his bead into her braided hair.”

He fiddled with his hands before finally looking up at me, his eyes holding both a loving gaze but also a hint of fear and insecurity.  I then watched as his eyes soon turned to look at my braid.  I lifted it up and stared at the bead only for my heart to stop and my stomach sink.

Wait…..could he mean—

“You don’t have to say anything. I won’t force you plus you did not know that braiding a Dwarf’s family bead means you accept a courtship with me. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks now but I cannot deny my feelings any longer. (Y/n), I……” I stopped his rambling by bestowing a small kiss to his cheek.

“My heart feels the same way Kili.” His eyes widened with surprise looked at me and from his stubbled face I could see the faintest hint of a blush.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” I said with a warm smile.  A bright smile soon started to show itself on his face as he took my hands into his and bestowed a sweet kiss to the back of my knuckles.

“Mahal’s beard my—my heart is pounding more harder than Aulë slamming his axe upon a mountain of stone.”

“And the very breath within me feels like it has been sucked away.” I said to him.

“Is this what finding my One feels like? If it is, I never want it to go away. Nor do I wish to see you go.”

“I may not know the concept of your One, but if it’s anything to what we call soulmates then yes. I saw it every day with my aunt and uncle before his death. They held the purest form of true love I had only ever read in story books. But never did I hope to experience such a love.”

“Best get used to it amrâlimê, because I will spend every hour of my wakened days giving all my love to you.” I knelt down beside him and cupped the side of his face, brushing away the dark strands of his hair as I felt his hand gently cup my jawline as our forehead softly touched one another’s.

Our noses slowly grazing across the other’s like wind in the grass until finally our lips became one and we gifted our devoted love for each other through each kiss and stolen baited breath.

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Come Along- Bofur x OC

Bofur and Gemma

Description: Bofur forbade Gemma from going with him to Bilbo Baggins house (and, by extension, on the quest to reclaim the mountain). However, he never said anything about her going with Fili and Kili.

Word Count: 2k

“And there’s no way I can convince you to let me come with you?” Gemma asked hopefully. It was the night before Bofur was to leave with Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur and Bombur to Bag End, where they would hopefully find their burglar before making their journey to the Misty Mountains. Until that point Gemma had begged her husband several times to allow her to come with him. Every single time, Bofur refused, stating that it would be too dangerous for a Dwarrowdam like her. Tonight she’d opted to make his favorite meal as a goodbye gift, but she thought she’d give asking him if she could come along one last try. Bofur offered her a small, apologetic smile as he finished clearing the table. 

“I’m sorry, ibinê (my gem). It’s just too dangerous,” he muttered in response as he set the plates down by the sink, which she stood in front of. A small sigh escaped her lips. 

“It just feels unfair. You get the chance of a lifetime while I’m just stuck here waiting for your return and worrying that you won’t get to do that,” she mumbled as she began washing said dishes. 

“Gemma,” he called softly, making her look at him. “You know better than anyone that I will always come back to you no matter what.”

“Let’s just hope that you’re not coming back to me in a casket,” she muttered, scrubbing at the plate absentmindedly. 

“It won’t come to that,” Bofur responded indignantly. “Next time you see me I’ll be just as lively and handsome as I always am.” 

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Gemma joked in response, which made her husband roll his eyes in response. 

“Shut up,” he scoffed, both of them bursting into laughter afterwards. The couple spent some time together, basking in each other’s presence, before they ultimately decided to go to bed soon after. Many kisses (and much more) were shared between them before they finally drifted off to sleep. 

Gemma only got a few hours of sleep before she heard a tapping at her window. She opened her eyes only to be met with Fili and Kili at her window. A small smile appeared on her face when they gestured for her to hurry up. After making sure that Bofur was still asleep, she gestured for them to go to the front door before carefully climbing out of bed. It took her no time at all to get dressed into some suitable traveling clothes and find her bag hidden in her closet which contained her many daggers (though it was a bit difficult to do in the dark). 

She grabbed her bow and her quiver of newly made arrows before walking back into her bedroom. Bofur was still peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware of what she was doing. A small smile appeared on her face as she leaned down and pushed some stray hairs away from his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead before tiptoeing out of the room. She was silent as a mouse as she stepped out of the house, where the Princes were patiently waiting. How she managed to get Fili and Kili to agree to bring her along she had no idea, but she was glad nonetheless. 

“Ready to go?” The older brother asked, earning a nod from her. With no other words to be spoken between them as they walked over to the horses that the boys brought. They mounted them in unison then rode off. 

Gemma hated having to lie to her husband, but there was no way she was letting him go off on this quest without her. If that meant sneaking out in the middle of the night and going with the Princes then so be it. If things went according to plan, Bofur would just think that she was too upset about his departure to see him off. Being married for so long helped her understand how his mind worked, so this should work out as planned. They left early enough that no one would see them, which made the lie more believable. 

It took them a week’s time to arrive at the border of the Shire. They made very few stops as they didn’t want to waste any time and get there as soon as possible. Even after arriving at the Shire, it still took them all day to find the correct house. It felt like it took forever, but eventually Fili noticed the symbol Gandalf spoke of on the front of a Hobbit hole door. They dismounted and tied their horses up, already seeing two more on the property. 

Gemma ended up being the one to knock on the door. It only took them a minute of waiting before the front door opened to reveal a confused looking Hobbit. A smile appeared on the trio’s face in unison. 

“Fili,” the older Prince started. 

“Kili,” the boy added.

“And Gemma,” the Dwarrowdam spoke before they all bowed at once. 

“At your service.” 

“You must be Mr. Boggins,” Kili spoke with a jovial smile. 

“Baggins,” Gemma corrected him gently. 

“Baggins,” the young Prince repeated. They began to step inside but were stopped by the Hobbit. 

“Nope! You can’t come in. You’ve got the wrong house,” Bilbo spoke quickly. 

“What?” Fili questioned confusedly, followed by his brother. 

“Has it been canceled? No one told us.” 

“I would have thought we would get word of that before traveling here,” Gemma muttered worriedly. 

“No, nothing’s been canceled,” Bilbo answered quickly, making the trio sigh in relief as they continued on inside. They handed their bags and weapons to him, the boys making comments about him being careful before they looked around.

“This is a beautiful house,” the girl complimented, glancing at the Hobbit. “Did you do it yourself?” 

“What? Uh, no. It’s been in the family for years,” he responded, sounding rather frazzled. 

“Fili, Kili. Come on, give us a hand,” Gemma heard a very familiar voice call from another room. 

“Mr. Dwalin,” Kili greeted as he and his brother walked towards the voice. Gemma trailed behind them and was met with Dwalin and Balin. 

“Ah, Gemma,” the latter greeted, holding out his arms for her. She stepped closer to him with a kind smile and they hugged. 

“Wonderful to see you, saghê ( my friend),” she greeted happily before they pulled away to smile at each other. 

“You look wonderful, dear,” the older Dwarf responded. “But I thought Bofur didn’t want you coming here?” Dwalin laughed rather loudly at that (in fact it was more of a guffaw) as they set down seats in the dining room. 

“You think that would stop her?” He questioned, earning laughs from the others. “Come now, help us set the table Gemma.” The girl did as she was told and went to the kitchen in search of plates, cups and silverware. 

It was as she was bringing back a large stack of plates to set on the table that a knock was heard at the door. She heard Bilbo yell something that she couldn’t quite understand over Balin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili’s loud talking. Just a moment later she heard multiple voices yelling and groaning loudly at the front door, which made her furrow her brows. 

She had no time to see what was going on before several more people entered the dining room. Ori, Dori and Nori were the first ones to enter. Gemma, along with the others, greeted them before Oin and Gloin entered as well. She greeted them too, then Bifur, Bombur and Bofur walked in. Her husband stopped in his tracks upon seeing her now sat at the table, nearly making his brothers bump into him. 

“Gemma?” He questioned confusedly. 

“Hello rakl (darling),” she greeted casually. She noticed him opening his mouth, likely to ask what she was doing here, so she answered. 

“You forbade me from coming here with you. You never said anything about me going with Fili and Kili,” she explained simply, taking a sip from her ale, which Fili had previously placed in front of her. For a moment she expected him to be mad for going behind his back, but instead he just laughed and shook his head. 

“I should’ve known that you would follow me,” he muttered, plopping down beside her and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Technically I believe you followed her,” Gandalf, who Gemma hadn’t realized was here as well, piped up from the doorway, earning laughs from everyone else. 

“Yeah,  you followed me, Bo,” the girl agreed, shooting her husband a teasing grin. 

“And I always will,” the Dwarf responded sincerely. Gemma cooed, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. And, like the mature Dwarves they were, Fili, Kili, Nori and Ori groaned and/or gagged dramatically. The couple rolled their eyes at them, but said nothing as the food was served for them. 

The rest of dinner went by smoothly (though Bilbo would later disagree) and before they knew it all the food was gone. So, they began to clean up. The Hobbit grew anxious when Fili began throwing Kili the silverware and plates they used, then when the younger Prince threw them to Bifur who was washing dishes. Gemma pressed a kiss to Bofur’s cheek before heading into the kitchen to help her brother-in-law. 

Soon enough they began a song poking fun at Bilbo’s concerns of their “bad manners” as they cleaned, which she happily joined along in. By the time they finished the song everything was stacked neatly onto the freshly cleaned table. Everyone burst into a fit of laughter upon seeing Bilbo’s distraught face before sitting back down. 

Before they could say anything else, a loud knock could be heard from the door. The occupants of Bag End immediately quieted down and looked amongst themselves. The knock had scared Gemma, making her flinch in surprise. In turn Bofur carefully grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze after their fingers interlocked. She offered him a small, grateful smile as Gandalf spoke. 

“He is here.” Everyone but Bilbo knew who he was talking about. Thorin, the only person who hadn’t shown up until this point. 

Everyone waited patiently while the Wizard and Bilbo walked to the front door. Gemma heard the King greet Gandalf, then make a jest about how he said that the house would be easy to find. As he stepped inside he explained that he lost his way twice, which would have made Gemma laugh if it were anyone else. 

“I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for the mark on the door,” Thorin concluded as he set his stuff down. 

“Mark?” The Hobbit repeated confusedly. “There’s no mark on that door. It was just painted a week ago.” That actually got a giggle out of the girl, though she was quickly hushed by her husband. 

“There is a mark. I put it there myself,” Gandalf explained. “Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce to you the leader of our Company: Thorin Oakenshield.” 

“So, this is the Hobbit,” the King muttered thoughtfully. “Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?”

“Pardon me?” Gemma didn’t have to see the Hobbit’s face to know that he was probably very confused. 

“Ax or sword?” Thorin elaborated. “What’s your weapon of choice?” 

“Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know… But I fail to see why that’s relevant.” The Dwarf chuckled, almost mockingly. 

“Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” That was when Thorin finally came into view. Just like Bofur, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing Gemma. And, just like her husband, he was amused rather than mad.

“There’s no way I can convince you to return to the Blue Mountains, can I?” Neither Gemma nor Bofur had to answer as the other Dwarves did so for them.

“No.” It was simultaneous, which made everyone laugh. 

“I can’t let you guys have all the fun,” Gemma added with a shrug. 

“Can’t be apart for long, we always end up finding each other,” Bofur concluded, wrapping an arm around his wife. The girl laid her head on his shoulder with a small smile. It was true what he said. They could never bear to be parted for so long if she decided not to go, and they always found a way back to each other.

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