#fili fanfiction

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I belong with my One; Fili x Dúnedain reader

*Author's note*

So this took me a few days to finally get finalized and write down so I hope @futuristicyouthvoid I hope you enjoy this fic. For this fic I've put that instead of Kili getting shot by the Morgul arrow, reader gets shot saving him and ends up getting sick.

Warnings: reader poisoned, near-death experience, some angst and some fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@queen-paladin

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So much has happened in such little of time.  First Gandalf offers me a proposition for aiding a company of Dwarves, then we’re being pursued by orcs, then get imprisoned by the Elven king Thranduil.  Now we find ourselves at the mercy of the Men of Laketown.

Thankfully another friend of mine Bard was willing to let us stay the night at his house but of course the Dwarves had to screw it all up by going to the armory to steal the weapons and end up getting caught by the Master of the Lake’s guards.  But by some miracle, we were granted the supplies we needed to get us to Erebor to complete the quest before sunset.  Of course I knew it was because of the Master’s greediness that he agreed to help, he never was a good man.

“You do know we’re one short, where’s Bofur?” Bilbo asked.

“If he’s not here, we leave him behind.” Said Thorin.

“We’ll have to, if we’re to find the door before nightfall. We can’t risk no more delays.” Balin agreed grimly as everyone began piling into the boat.  But as I was just halfway over the plank, I felt a hand stop me.

“Not you.” I turned to see Thorin.

“What?”

“We must travel at speed, you’ll only slow us down.” He told me.

“I’m coming with you all to the Mountain. I promised Gandalf that I would.”

“(Y/n), you have been a big help to me and my kin. The first Ranger to truly stand for our cause. But lately you haven’t been up to par on your health. Stay here and rest, rejoin us when you’re healed.” Just because I’ve been feeling a bit sluggish since the river incident, doesn’t mean I’m helpless.

“Thorin—”

“I will say no more on the matter.” Without another word, Thorin went back onto the boat whilst I had no choice but to sit back down on the docks, feeling a chill suddenly come over me.

“I’ll stay with the lass, my duty lies with the wounded.” Oin said as he voluntarily got off the boat and came up to me.

“Uncle, (Y/n) has done more for this company than any other outsider could’ve done for us. You cannot repay her by leaving her behind.” Fili stepped up for me.

“Fili no.” I told him.

“I will carry her if I must!” Fili argued.

“Fili, one day you will be king and you will understand. I cannot risk the fate of this quest for the sake of a Ranger. Even if she were the only one willing to help us.” As Oin began feeling my forehead for a temperature, I soon watched as Fili stormed off the boat but Thorin stopped him.  “Fili, don’t be a fool. Your place is with the company.”

“My place is with her!” he snapped back at his uncle before taking back his arm and came over to me.

“Why did you do that? I thought you always wanted to see Erebor, you told me so yourself.”

“I’ll have plenty of opportunities to see the kingdom in my lifetime, but your wellbeing is more important to me than all the gold in Erebor.” I felt my cheeks grow warm as I softly thanked him.

“And don’t think it’ll just be Fee that’s gonna help you get back on your feet.” We turned to see Kili had also left the boat.

“Kili, you didn’t have to stay behind too.” Fili said.

“Yeah I could’ve gone but it’s my decision too.” He came up to me and stood on my right side.  “You saved my life back in the Woodland realm, I’ll gladly do everything I can to help you now (Y/n).” I smiled and looked at the brothers.

“You guys truly are the best friends I’ve ever had. Thank you.” They both nodded and as the Laketown band played a victorious fanfare to wish our friends luck, a sudden dizziness overcame me. 

My vision was going in and out of focus and as the crowd cheered as the boat with our friends departed from the docks, I suddenly fell forward, the last thing I heard was Fili’s voice calling my name.

*3rd Person POV*

When (Y/n) had passed out on the dock, Fili cried out (Y/n)’s name as Oin came up and began searching over her body for any trace of an infected wound or trace of blood.  Knowing that she had saved Kili from that arrow back when they were trying to escape the orcs on the river, there must’ve been a wound he might’ve missed before they came across Bard.

“OH, did you miss the boat too?” they soon heard the missing Dwarf, Bofur’s voice say.  But the moment he saw (Y/n) passed out, his concern grew as he asked Kili.  “What happened to her?”

“We don’t know. She just—suddenly passed out.”

“Her fever’s spiking lads. We have to get her help right away!” Oin said.

“Kee, help me out here!” together the brothers lifted her up by her arms while Oin and Bofur got her legs and they walked back towards the Master’s manor to ask for help.  After pushing through the guards, Fili cried out. “Please wait! Please, we need your help. Our friend is sick!”

“Sick? Is it infectious?” the Master exclaimed fearfully as he covered his nose with his handkerchief and fearfully cowered behind Alfrid. “Get back! Alfrid, Alfrid don’t let them come any closer!”

“Please. We need medicine.” Oin pleaded.  Alfrid walked closer as he sneered at them.

“Do I look like an apothecary? Haven’t we given you enough? The Master’s a busy man, he hasn’t got time to worry about sick Rangers! Let alone this one right ‘ere. All she’s ever done for this town is ruin the Master’s good name and turn the people against him.”

“She’s helped these people in their hour of need! Are you willing to let her die because of your own selfish needs?!” Kili demanded.

“None of our concern. She’s not a paying citizen here, therefore she’s not our problem. Now off you pop! Less we use more drastic measures.” With that Alfrid and the Master shut the doors and the guards ordered them away.

After being rejected by the Master, they tried going to other people to see if they could help but all of them were either too scared to go against the Master’s wishes, or didn’t have enough supplies to help aid her as well as their own sick family members.

With no other options left, the Dwarves raced back to Bard’s home.  Knowing of their friendship, they’d hope that at least he could help them.  Bofur knocked on the door frantically and as soon as Bard saw them, he sneered.

“No, I’m done with Dwarves. Go away!” he went to shut the door but Bofur stopped him pleading.

“No, no please! Please! No one will help us. (Y/n) is sick.” Bard opened the door further to see his good friend now sickly pale, strands of her hair stuck to her face from the profuse sweating she was doing, and her breathing was now choked gasps.  “She’s very, very sick.” Even with the grievance he had with the Dwarves for risking the safety of not only his children but the entire town of Dragon fire, he didn’t have the heart to turn his dear friend away.

“Bring her in.” Bard stepped aside and the four dwarves quickly piled in while Bard quickly looked around before shutting the door.  “Put her over there. I’ll see what I have.” Bard went to the back of the house as the Dwarves set her down on the nearby couch.  Fili took her hand between his and squeezed it.

“Hang on (Y/n), we’re all here to help you. Just…..don’t go where I cannot follow.” He whispered to her stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.  Kili watched his older brother and knowing of his feelings towards the Ranger, he couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing that it was because of his carelessness that the woman his brother loved got hurt to save him.

As the night overcame the lake, (Y/n)’s health was gradually becoming worse.  Oin did managed to find a small graze just underneath her elbow.  A graze that came from an orc arrow tipped with poison.  Already the wound (even for as small as it was) had already started to become infected and the poison was spreading fast.

(Y/n) was tossing and turning, panting as her body was glistening with sweat.

“Nothing’s working! Can you not do something!?” demanded Fili who was growing more frantic by the second seeing the woman he came to love be in such agony.

“I need herbs! Something to bring down her fever.” Bard soon came in with some more supplies and began listing them off.

“I have nightshade, feverfew…..”

“No, no there no use to me. Do you have any Kingsfoil?” said Oin but Bard told him.

“No. It’s a weed we feed it to the pigs.”

“Pigs? Weed. Right. Don’t move.” Bofur said before leaving the house.  As Kili was continuing to dab a damp, cool cloth across (Y/n)’s face and neck to ease her of her sweating, a rumble was soon heard coming from the mountain.

“Da?” asked one of Bard’s daughters Sigrid.

“It’s coming from the mountain.” Answered Bard’s son, Bain.  Bard had feared the worst, the dwarves had awoken Smaug the Terrible and soon the prophecy would come to pass, the Lake will shine and burn.

“You should leave us.” Fili said as he walked up to Bard. “Take your children, get out of here.”

“And go where? There’s nowhere to go.” Bard told him in defeat.  Little Tilda stepped in front of her siblings and asked her father fearfully.

“Are we going to die Da?” Bard looked at his youngest child and assured her.

“No darling.”

“The dragon, it’s going to kill us.” Bard then turned towards a beam just above the kitchen and gripped a thin but firm piece of what appeared to be black iron.  He pulled it down from the beam to reveal that it was a Black arrow, the very same black arrow that can only be used to kill the dragon.

“Not if I kill it first.” Bard said determinedly.  He then asked his son to come with him while the girls stayed behind with the Dwarves to help take care of their Aunt.

Time passed and (Y/n)’s fever was getting even worse.  Her breathing was sharp and panicked and she was now starting to writhe in agony.

“Durin’s beard where is Balin with that Kingsfoil!?” Fili demanded.

“I have the right mind to go out and look for him myself!” Kili snapped.

“You can’t leave! With the guards on patrol, they’ll arrest you too and aunt (Y/n) will never get better!” Bain said.  “No one is leaving this house understood!?” hearing the young man take a stand against the Dwarves made them both feel shock and admiration.

“Very well laddie. But I don’t know how long (Y/n) has got left, she’s growing weaker by the second.” Oin said to Bain.

“Tilda, Sigrid, come with me to get more rags and water for aunt Hela.” The siblings soon left while Fili gripped (Y/n)’s hand tighter.

“Fi…….li.” she choked out.

“I’m right beside you (Y/n).” he whispered to her.  Slowly opening her eyes she croaked out.

“Fili…..if anything hap-happens to me—”

“Don’t talk like that (Y/n). We’re going to heal you, Bofur’s probably found the Kingsfoil by now, he’s just probably ducking the guards and taking longer. Please don’t give in now.” He squeezed her hand between his.  “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Suddenly a scream was heard and next thing everyone knew orcs began dropping down from the rooftop or coming in through the front door.  The dwarves grabbed whatever they could to fight off the orcs but there were too many of them, and with the tightly constricted area the house provided, there was hardly any fighting room.

Kili got the children to duck under the table and fought off any orc that tried to come close to them, while Oin and Fili worked together to fend off any orc that came near (Y/n).  When they thought they were done for, help came from both Legolas and Tauriel who had been tracking down the orcs since they left Mirkwood.

As Fili managed to block an orc’s attack with a kitchen knife, (Y/n) had managed to crawl out of the couch and use a fire-poker to stab the orc through its spine.  But she soon let out a cry of agony as she collapsed to the ground, the poison fully starting to overcome her.  Eventually, all the orcs were either killed off or had begun to retreat from the house.

“You killed them all.” Bain said as he and his sisters got out from under the table after all went quiet in the house.

“There are others, Tauriel.” Legolas ordered but Tauriel was hesitant.  As Oin came down beside (Y/n) and felt around her neck to feel her pulse was slowing down, Fili and Kili came down beside her as Oin said fearfully.

“We’re losing her!”

“Tauriel.” Legolas said to her.  She turned back to her prince and said.

“The Ranger has done no harm to us, is there nothing we can do to help her?”

“She is beyond help. I’m sorry, there’s nothing that can be done for her.” Footsteps could soon be heard racing up the stairs and as the two elves prepared for another battle with orcs, they stopped to see that it was Bofur carrying some Athelas in his hand.

“Athelas,” Tauriel exhaled as she took it from him and admired it. “Athelas.”

“What are you doing?” Bofur asked nervously.  Tauriel looked into the room before looking back at him and said.

“I’m going to save her.” Legolas’ eyes briefly narrowed.

“Tauriel…..”

“You may go if you wish Legolas, but I cannot leave the she-ranger to perish in such agony. Not whilst she still clings to life and that I now have her only salvation.” The young prince took a deep breath then exhaled.

“What would you have me do?” the two elves raced back inside and Tauriel ordered.

“I need water fast. Get her on a solid, stable surface. Lay her flat on her back.” Every in the room reacted quickly.  Tilda gave Tauriel the bowl of water for her to mix the Athelas together, whilst Legolas and the Dwarves worked together to get (Y/n) on the table.

She was screaming and writhing in pure agony, her mouth starting to grow black with the poison.

“Where is the wound?” Legolas asked.

“Underneath her left elbow.” Oin said.  Legolas took hold of her left wrist and raised her arm above.  But when she tried to struggle, he was forced to also grab her forearm to pin it down and there he saw it.  The black graze and he could see the infection had fully spread and blackened her entire elbow.

“Hold her down.” Tauriel said.  Kili and Bofur held down her right leg while Bard’s children held down her left.  Fili held (Y/n) by the shoulders and Oin helped Tauriel brew the medicine.  Once it was brewed, Tauriel cut through the sleeve of (Y/n)’s shirt to get a better access to the wound.

The female ranger appearing like a rapid animal, screaming, grunting and thrashing about trying to free herself.  Tauriel took some of the Athelas and began rubbing it onto her hands as she chanted.

“Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth.” She then placed her hands over the ranger’s wound and (Y/n) let out an agonizing scream.  Fili softly shushed her stroking through her hair and whispering in her ear all the while Tauriel kept chanting the spell.

Bit by bit, (Y/n)’s animalistic behavior quietened and then she went still.  Her breathing now soft and not as frantic as it had been.  Fili looked down at her worriedly and Kili asked.

“Will she be alright?”

“Athelas has powerful healing properties. With time and rest, she’ll regain her full strength. A few more minutes and she would’ve been beyond even with the aid of the Athelas.” Responded Tauriel.  The dwarves and Bard’s children breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” Fili said to Tauriel.  She gave him a soft but tight smile as well as a soft nod.  Then both she and Legolas left to deal with the orcs.

After her healing, Fili wrapped up (Y/n)’s wound with some bandages and kept vigil at her side.  Never before had he felt so scared than he had felt at that moment.  Fearing that the woman he had come to become fond of—nay love throughout this quest, he wouldn’t have known what to do had she been lost to him.

“She’ll be alright Fili. She’s strong, she’ll be back on her feet in no time.” His brother tried to assure him.

“I know. But seeing her go through all that pain, all that suffering, and who knows if she even knew she had been hit.”

“Even if she did, she’s got the stubbornness of a Dwarrowdam. Perfect woman for a guy like you.” Fili turned to his brother.  “You may try to have hide it from the others but you can’t hide anything from me Fee. I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at her since Rivendell. You care for her more than just as a friend.” Fili sighed and looked down to her.

“I don’t even know how it happened. But after all that we’ve been through, seeing her in a—domestic way. The way she was with her younger cousin, the way the sunlight seemed to reflect off her hair, and the way her eyes shone like jewels in the dark. Kee……I feel as if she is my One.”

“And you should follow through that brother.”

“But would it work? A dwarf and a human? It’s never been done before?”

“Is that what’s really troubling you? Or is it that you fear she doesn’t feel the same way?” Fili remained quiet.

“This quest has shown me that life is too fragile. And at any moment, any one of us can be taken away by any means. I want to tell her my true feelings but—not now. Not while our lives are still in danger. Perhaps when we reach the mountain, I’ll work up the courage to tell her but I—”

“I understand brother. The turmoil that must’ve been stirring in your heart seeing her on death’s doorstep, if you had confessed your love for her beforehand and it be too late to save her……I can’t imagine the pain that would’ve been.”

“She’s too precious to me.” Fili said as he stroked her cheek with the back of his finger.  “I feel like if she had died tonight, my heart would’ve died with her. My body may have continued to live on but my heart would never be full again.”

“Take comfort now that she’s alive and that she’s recovering. No more darkened thoughts need cloud your mind anymore.” Kili said as he placed a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder, gently shaking it.  Fili turned to his little brother and nodded giving him a soft smile.

“Thank you Kili. I know I’m supposed to be the older brother here but, I’m glad that you were here to be the one to ease my mind.”

“I’m always here for you brother, and I always will be. Together forever right?” he extended his other hand out.

“Together forever little brother.” Fili clasped his other hand with Fili’s as they pressed their foreheads together, drawing in each other’s strength.

*My POV*

 All I remembered was darkness, as well as a voice reaching out for me.  Then a bright light and soon silence.  I don’t remember much after that but I do remember hearing Fili’s voice along with Kili’s.

“This quest has shown me that life is too fragile. And at any moment, any one of us can be taken away by any means. I want to tell her my true feelings but—not now. Not while our lives are still in danger. Perhaps when we reach the mountain, I’ll work up the courage to tell her but I—”

“I understand brother. The turmoil that must’ve been stirring in your heart seeing her on death’s doorstep, if you had confessed your love for her beforehand and it be too late to save her……I can’t imagine the pain that would’ve been.”

“She’s too precious to me.” I felt something graze my cheek with the most gentlest touch.  “I feel like if she had died tonight, my heart would’ve died with her. My body may have continued to live on but my heart would never be full again.”

So did Fili actually feel the same as I have come to feel for him? Oh Fili, I-I love you too. And I do hope that one day I can say that aloud, but for now I was just too weak to even open my eyes.  I soon passed out once again but it wasn’t until the sound of giant wings flying towards us had me opening my eyes.

Smaug was coming for us. And he was out for blood.

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[mlmxreader]

Home Is Where You Are | Fili x gn!reader

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

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

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of war and violence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lathalea]

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

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

Relationships: Fili x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none

✨ Perfect Proposal ✨

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smile you gave him in return was barely visible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fíli…?”

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

“Fíli! What are you talking about?!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s so funny?”

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

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

You were looking at your own reflection.

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

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

“I’m afraid not,” you replied.

“Oh…” Fíli’s smile faded away.

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

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

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

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

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

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Soft - Fili

Fili x Reader

Reader Pronouns: they/them.

Prompt: Soft - sender wraps a soft blanket around the receiver’s shoulders.

Word Count: 273 words

LOTR + TH Masterlist

Published: 05/03/2023

The crackling of the fire was erratic.

The swirling flames danced in the black night as the burning wood cracked and splintered under the heat. They were now down to the last few dry logs, about ten left at most; the rain that hailed down that morn had drenched everything in sight, including any spare firewood.

It was their turn at night watch, sharing the second shift with the golden mane Durin.

They had chosen to switch between who was keeping the fire ablaze, and who had a watchful eye on the darkened surroundings. These days the paths through the mountains were never safe.

The ground next to them shifted as a weight fell on their shoulders. A hand smoothed down the fabric pulling it forward to drape over them, with little chance of it falling loose. They gripped onto the fabric, adjusting it slightly themselves as the older Durin prince, Fili, sat himself down next to them.

A chill had started to settle over the camp, the soaked ground not having kept any heat from the rainy day earlier. They wrapped their hands in the blanket attempting to warm themselves further only for the texture to stun them.

The softness of the blanket was a harsh, but pleasant, comparison to the rest of the fabric they were wearing. The clothes they wore were tougher, well-worn, and far from being smooth. But this, this was Fili's.

They leant against him, Fili wordlessly wrapping an arm around them in contentedness. He kept that blanket for himself, one of the few things that he was against lending to others.

But he shared it with them.

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[sotwk]

I don't know if you're the right person to ask this, but any Fili fics you'd recommend? I'm not picky about type - Fili x Oc, Fili on his own, Fili with family - so long as my guy gets the love and appreciation he deserves.

(Either way i love your blog and the Elvenking is lucky to have you as a fan)

Omg Anon, I am SO happy you came to me with this question because I happen to be friends with some amazing Fili fic writers! And it brings me a lot of joy whenever I'm able to recommend fics of friends.

Here are a few of my favorite gems to get you started on your Fili fix:

Lost My Way by @lathalea

One Morning in Laketown by @guardianofrivendell

Spark to a Flame by @laurfilijames

For Heroes Only by @heilith

Blankets by @blairsanne

All the above writers have multiple Fili stories, so please check out their Masterlists if you want more! (Because I'm not sure of your age/preferences, please just be aware that some of their fics do contain Mature/Explicit content, so heed the ratings/content warnings!)

Oh! And in case you haven't had the chance to browse my stuff yet, Fili actually IS included in my SotWK AU, as a "featured" canon with headcanon ties to Thranduil's family! Here are a couple of things of mine that might interest you:

The Only Gold (Fili x OC) - Only one chapter for now, but this is my multi-chapter Fili x OC fic that's still In Progress; I swear I will update it someday and that it's actually going somewhere!

About Fili and Anariel - Some headcanon notes about Fili and Anariel, my OC character who is Thranduil's granddaughter and his love interest in "The Only Gold".

Thank you again for your ask (and your kind words about my blog), and I hope you enjoy all the Fili content you encounter!

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[luna-redamancy]

Thank you so much for your reply! I'd really hate to make you uncomfortable...

But since you said that and your requests are still open, could you, please, write one post-sex fluff with Fili? Last night in Bree, before Fili has to go to Bilbo's and set on the quest, he wants to bide his kinda secret (Kili knows, but the 'lovers' are yet to come up in conversation with anyone else) lover goodbye...? Neither is crying, but when he leaves the inn, it still tastes bitter-sweet.

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Awe no worries!! I appreciate being asked ahead of time, it's always so nice to double check!

I hope you enjoy this!

“I didn’t know what I wanted from the future,” Fili’s voice broke the after-sex silence as you two laid in each other’s embrace. Neither of you had moved since you met your peaks and snuggled up under the blanket. You knew you had to clean up eventually, however, you didn’t want to move as you realized this may be the last moment you share with him. 

His hand was warm as it encased your own, thumb rubbing on the back of your hand in soothing circles. 

It was just the two of you in this moment, no sneaking from prying eyes of Dis and Thorin, no fear of having to separate in case someone knocks on the door. Everyone else in the inn had gone to bed, and even if they hadn’t, the room was reserved under a pseudonym, no one could know it was you two. 

The only sounds were the fire crackling in the background and the occasional groan of the trees outside as winds pushed and pulled on their branches. 

“Didn’t?” You replied, voice barely above a whisper as to not shatter the tranquility. An unspoken question in your reply- what changed?

“Yes…Didn’t. I didn’t know what I wanted from the future but then I met you,” His words drifted off as his unoccupied hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face towards him. 

“Ever since then, all I think of when I think of what I want from my future is you.”

“Oh Fili,” You slipped your eyes shut, clinging onto the sensation of his hand cupping your cheek and for a moment tomorrow was not a thought. Tomorrow wasn’t an expectation nor reality, just a fleeting nightmare. 

“I love you,” He spoke so softly, it was almost hard to hear. “I love you with all my breaths,” He leaned in to press his forehead against yours. An act of love and connection. 

“And I love you, Fili,” You opened your eyes to stare into his, the cerulescent oceans of his eyes were something you could stare at for hours, if time would let you. 

The two of you fell into silence once more as you stared at each other, trying to imprint the other into memory.

Once upon a time you had hoped that at the last moment he would tell his uncle he couldn't go, to admit to the world the love he shared for you. But no, that was selfish to think of and to want as you know how important this quest is to him and to his family. 

“Please be safe,” This time it was you who broke the silence, rubbing your nose against his as he kept your foreheads gently pushed together. 

“My heart couldn’t bear it if you got hurt,” Or worse, you thought but didn’t speak it as he adjusted his position to press a kiss to your lips. 

Usually his kisses felt vibrant, exuding love and excitement to be in your presence. But this time it felt almost woeful, like he was grasping a way to hold onto you whilst knowing he had to pull away. 

“I will do my best, my love,” He reassured when he pulled back, not moving very far as he kept himself as close as he could to you. 

“That’s all I can ask.” Those were the last words you two shared as the two of you fell into a deep slumber. You wished to have said more, however, not wishing to taint this last moment with sadness you curled into his embrace even further, his heartbeat lulling you. 

-

As the morning sun rose and spilled in through the inn window, you awoke. Turning over, you reached out to Fili to grasp onto him, the sheets warm and cozy, almost lulling you back to sleep. 

However, as your hand fell upon coldness, you were brought fully into reality. You examined the rumpled fitted sheet, clear that he had slept there, but the blanket and top sheet were wrapped in you. He had tucked you in as he left. 

You grasped the pillow he slept on, the smell of him still lingering. As you brought the pillow under the blanket to hold onto like it was him, you let out a shaky breath as your eyes slipped shut and you deeply inhaled through your nose. With your eyes shut, it was almost like he was with you. 

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Flames of the Forge - Bold

Fili x Darrowdam OC Narni

Warnings: cut/drop of blood (nothing major)

Word Count: 5224

Fili is a dwarf dedicated to his craft but still longs to find his one. On his one hundredth birthday, he may just find who he’s looking for. Narni is a blacksmith new to Erebor and presents Prince Fili with a controversial gift. 

A/n: Hopefully this will be the first in a few short stories about these two. We’ll see how I go. Let me know if you want a tag list. This is mainly fluff but please feel free to comment and reblog if you enjoy!  

The dress was soft and silky as it sat on her skin, the deep purple material hemmed with gold thread and steel cuffs making her feel powerful as she moved through the halls of Erebor. Her family and mastery beads sat in her braids tightly and her hair had been woven in such a way it brushed the ground in its length despite its carefully planned plaits. She adorned her favorite ear cuffs, gold but simple with a single amethyst gem dangling from her right ear. She moved with pride and purpose as she swept into the main hall full of dwarves.

She new it was a bold move, what she was doing. Very few had ever presented the golden-haired prince with a dagger of their own making, and even less had the nerve to do so in such a public setting. He lined his body with the weapons like one would with their beads and braids. They were apart of him, the cold blades hidden around his form, and he took pride in each and every one of them. His knowledge of the forge and its steel transcended into the beauty of his weapons. The prince was known for his dagger forging, the pieces of art that his hands created more stunning than any master could dream of bringing to completion. He bent an infused a slice of his soul into every blade he created. Sharp. Strong. Dangerous.

The only thing more beautiful then gazing upon such daggers was watching him use them. He used them like they were an extension of his body. Completely in control, his movements were always flawless and swift. The way he danced through the air with his steel was mesmerizing.

He had a kind and gentle heart, but when it came to his daggers, he was specific and stringent. Anything less than perfect was a waist of time in his book, and the few blacksmiths that had presented him with a dagger had been turned away in disgust. He had even kicked one out of the room entirely for presenting him a knife with a twisted and unfinished pommel.

His heart and soul belonged to his chosen craft. He lived and breathed the hot steel of the forges, the pounding and molding of the hammer on anvil, the sizzle and bubble of the quench. They weren’t just knives to him. To him they spoke stories and showed passions. A dagger showed your deepest essence as well as protected your life. To be presented with anything less then a flawless blade was an insult to himself and his craft.

The first time Narni had seen Fili Durin was in the battle of the five armies as she fought in Dain’s army. She had caught a glimpse of golden hair admits the chaos and frozen in place as she watched the darrow slice through orc after orc, dancing effortlessly through the battle of bodies and steel. It was only for a second, but the way he moved with his weapons had moved her. She had been a blacksmith since she could walk and had dedicated to learning the way of the blade, in battle and in the forge. The weapon itself was pedestrian, but the way the prince had used it brought a new life to the old steel. It was like artwork watching him twist and turn with steel in his hand and it sent a strange feeling through her body. And then in a blink he was gone.

The second time she had spotted him was in the forges. With the growth of Erebor, she had bid her parents farewell in the Iron Hills and settled down in the lonely mountain, continuing to learn and hone her skills with the uncovered knowledge of their libraries and ancient forges now burning with dragon fire. He had been testing one of his newly finished blades, the knife slicing through the thick leather hide like butter. He held such consecration and focus in his ocean blue eyes and he tested and wrapped his blade. Pride was held in his smile and as she studied his work for afar, she couldn’t deny its beauty.

That’s what sparked her soul and guided her to make her own dagger. One that she would offer to her prince.

The other dwarves had laughed, sneered and gasped when they had found out, but the dam could not be dissuaded. She had used every skill she had learnt and mastered from the design to the polish, pouring her blood, sweat and soul into her creation, and now, on the princes one hundredth birthday, she would offer her hard work to him.  

Her heart was in her throat as she waited, fiddling with the soft layer of silk that wrapped her work. She knew it was a good blade, beautiful and deadly, but she did not know how he would react to such a gift. Would he smile, his pretty blue eyes widening in fascination? Would he nod politely and brush the gift of to one on the servers unimpressed? Would he scoff and send her away? The line she stood in took another step and it was almost her turn to face the prince.

Something solid hit her back however, and knocked her unbalanced as she thought, the gift falling from her hands and siding along the ground.

“Hey!” she protested, turning to glare at who had hit her, “take care where you step fool!”.

She cringed when she relised who was standing behind her. Vargit, another blacksmith and a bully, stationed a few forges away from her own staired back with a scowl. He was adorned in his best attire, and being the son of a lord from centuries ago, it made her own outfit look like rags. He practically glittered with the number of jewels and gems that hung from his coat.

“Sorry Birdy, I do hope nothing is broken?” he shot back quickly. Narni ignored the unflattering nickname and looked around for her gift, finding it already in the hands of Vargit’s brother, Vaster.

“Now, now, what is this Birdy?” the younger questioned with furrowed brows, shaking the box and unwrapping the silk. To slowly she lunged for the box his eyes widened at what laid inside. “Well now, that wouldn’t be a gift for the prince, would it?”

He swiftly threw the box over her head and into his brother hands to show him.

“Your joking?” Vargit chuckled holding up the knife to the light, “You’re actually going to present prince Fili with a dagger? You are a mad one. Skilled yes, that I would not deny, but mad nevertheless,”

“Mad or not,” she grunted as she jumped to take back her gift, missing when he held it far above his head, “I will do so with or without your permission. Now give it back!”

She jumped again and he laughed as she missed for a second time. Even for a darrowdam she was short against her kin, and she though it best not to punch the son of a nobledwarf in the gut, no matter how much he tempted her.

“Such temper in such a small frame,” he mocked, “yet to no avail,”

She tensed her knuckles by her sides “Perhaps I should use my anger to break your nose instead?”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” he grinned side eyeing the high court where his father stood in discussion with Lord Balin, the kings high adviser. She turned her head to follow his gaze and he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I wouldn’t want to get you kick out of the party before you could present your gift,”

He thrusted the box into her hands and pushed her forwards as the announcer called her up. Flustered and rushed she stepped forwards and bowed low enough for her knees to touch the cold stone she stood upon.

When she looked up, she saw him. Prince Fili ‘lion heart’ Durin, son of Dis and heir to the throne of Erebor. He sat in his throne, to the right of the kings’, and held a small smile on his lips. Beautiful golden locks braided around his face framed his blue eyes and in his thick beard, just below his bottom lip, held a single braid and bead. A master blacksmith bead.

She swallowed harshly when she saw it and he must have noticed. He faintly raised one of his brows and tilted his head as he gazed at her softly, his grin widening when her entire face burnt red in embarrassment.

The announcer at her side cleared his throat and she jumped in her spot, pulling her eyes away from his.

“Oh, I, um.. Narni Silversands, at your service your majesty. And to you I present my gift for your one hundredth birthday,”

She held out the box, cringing at the wrinkled ribbon and uneven silk thanks to Vargit and Vaster’s rough handling, but bowing her head respectfully as the box was handed to the prince.

“I thank you for my gift Narni,” he purred in a beautiful silky voice that had her blushing once again, “though I must say I am surprised,”

“Surprised your majesty?”  

He nodded once, his bead jingling as he did so, “The only dwarves that have handed me gift with there own hands tonight have been those on the council or their children. I do not recognize you as one of those children, and you seem far to young and lovely to be on the council,”

“Oh,” she blinked pushing back the thoughts of him calling her lovely, and focusing on putting words together, “You would be correct my prince. I am not Lord’s daughter or Lady of the house. Merely a blacksmith who now calls this mountain her home,”

“A blacksmith you say?”

“Yes, your majesty, a bold one some might say,”

He tilted his head again and gave a small chuckle. With thick fingers he pulled open the bow and Narni felt herself hold her breath. The small smile on her princes’ face slowly faded as he staired into the box and she felt her heart drop in her stomach.

Mahal. He hated it.

Fili opened his mouth to say something but closed it again with a look of discomfit. He glanced at her again and she felt her eyes begin to burn with tears. She took a breath and pushed them down as best she could.

“It is… nice?” He tried cautiously, noting the anguish on her face, “An admirable effort I suppose, nothing fundamentally wrong with it. Pretty silver handle?”

Five months she had worked on that dagger! From tip to hilt she had worked tirelessly to make it perfect, to make it a part of her and a part of him and all he could say was…

“Silver?” she scrunched her nose up, “the handle is not silver,”

He looked at her questionably and snorted, “Yes, it is,” he argued holding up the box to show her.

There in the box sat a simple silver dagger.

Not her dagger.

“But how? That’s not.. I didn’t…”

“I’m sorry master Narni but I don’t know what more to say on the matter…”

“That’s not mine. I didn’t make that for you!”

Fili frowned, “You packed the wrong knife before you came? That seems hard to believe lass,”

Around her dwarves started to laugh and she took a shaky step back.

“I don’t understand I…”

Fili gave her a sympathetic look and her bottom lip trembled. Dwarves arounder her began to mutter and she could only catch words like ‘pitiful’ and ‘silly girl’.  Her palms felt sweaty and her breathing shuttered.

“Perhaps it is time for you to move on,” the announcer muttered lighting pushing her out of the way and back into the crowds. Before she could get a word out to argue the next person had stepped up began their introductions. She turned on her heal and dove back into the crowds to cover herself from the golden princes’ eyes that lingered on her sadly.

Her heart pounded in her ears and her hands shook as she tried to make it to the doors of the grate hall. She kept her head down as she shuffled wiping away her tears and sniffling miserably to herself.

She didn’t understand what had happened, she had made sure that everything was perfect. How could another dagger be placed in the box like that?

“What’s wrong Birdy? The prince not like your gift?” a voice called over her shoulder stopping her dead in her tracks. She tilted her head back and watched Vargit grin down at her when she made the realization.

“You? You did this didn’t you? You swapped the daggers”

His grin widened wickedly and he pulled out her dagger from his jacket, “Of course I swapped them. I got so sick of you beating me every step of the way. Every knife a make, you make a better one. Every sword I smith they pay you double!” His smile had slowly vanished as he had spoken, anger replacing his features, “So now you look like a disaster in front of everyone, no one will every commission your blades again. And now there’s noting standing in my way of smithing,”

“What?” she spat at him, her anger burning under her skin, “Mahal, what the stars are you talking about? Maybe make a decent blade from time to time and you wouldn’t have a problem to begin with!”

“Oh you little brat! You little Bird! Take your daggers and stay out of my way!”

And with that he threw her dagger as far as he could onto the restricted balcony above their heads. She let out a cry and took off down the corridor no longer bothering to hide the tears that streamed down her face.

***

Fili’s night had been long and numbing, and he let out a stifled sigh as he looked around the room and ignored the conversation around him. Truly that hall looked grand. The large iron chandeliers were ablaze, the food was abundant and the Durin tapestry that lined the back wall behind their thrones was complete and hung against stone. His uncle had gone above and beyond to make this night spectacular and as much as the prince wished to sit back and enjoy it, he knew it for what it really was.

Since reclaiming the mountain and taking his rightful place as prince and heir, Fili had balanced his duties with his love for his craft. He would spend almost every spare second he had in his forges, more grand and luxurious as there were here compared to what they had in the Blue Mountains, and he had quickly dedicated himself to his craft. Only, he had not taken up his craft alone like many other masters had, which meant Thorin had tried to set him up with more dams that he could count. Tonight was no different. The grand expense and over the top outfit that had been chosen for his were all an attempt for his uncle to find him a spouse. He loved his uncle dearly, but it was becoming a bit much.

In truth, Fili wasn’t against the idea of finding someone to spend the rest of his life with. Mahal, the prince has had his wedding planed since he was twelve. It was Kili that people saw as the hopeless romantic out of the two off them, but Fili was just as much emersed in the longing to find his one as his brother. It was just difficult to actually find them. Especially now that he was a prince and the crowned prince no less. Most of the time he could spot those who would bat their eyes at him in the hopes of wealth and political power rather quickly, sending them away and continuing his search. The others that had actually wanted to get to know him he simply didn’t connect with the right way to see a romantic relationship with in the future. He had to follow his head in making a decision, but he also had to follow his heart.

His mother had always spoke of the first time she had met their father, the spark that short through them when their eyes met and the connection they felt in their souls when they spoke. He had seen it in Kili when he had met Tauriel in the Elven Kings dungeons and in his uncle at Bilbo as they stood upon the Carrow. He knew of the magic of finding your one, and he had thought he almost found it.

A beautiful darrowdam dressed in purples and gold had approached his throne flushed and shy taking his breath away when her eyes flickered up to meet his. He didn’t recognize her face or recall her name but she had called herself a blacksmith. Her steel masters bead tracing alone her soft jaw had confirmed it and for a moment he felt something. Perhaps it was the that flame in her eyes that held out her soul for show, or the adorable chuckle she gave when she called herself ‘bold’.

And bold she was to present to him such a gift. A gift that he had rejected in so many others.

She held confidence in her stance but not the cockiness of others he had the displeasure of meeting. Though as he opened the box it was not what he had imagined. He had expected her soul to speak through her creation, the same flare that rolled off her effortlessly weaved into its sharp metal. Maybe he had thought to much of her, expected too much to soon. His heart fell to his stomach when he saw the plain looking dagger sat snug in the box.

He had watched her face fall and he looked between the weapon and her face and the confusion that scrunched up her face as he showed her what she had presented to him. It almost made him want to believe there had been a mix up and wait for her to find her ‘real’ gift, but before he could address her again the announcer had pushed her out of the line and ushered the next person up.

He had sulked to himself ever since and now as he sat next to the King and Lord Dain and pretended to listened to wherever they were talking about as he huffed and sighed. He quickly decided that he needed another glass of wine and lifted his crystal goblet only to be temporally blinded as a flash bounced from the lighting to his mug to him. He blinked a few times and looked around to find what had reflected catching a flash of metal fly threw the air. His first though was that they were under attack and his hand instantly when to one of his hidden knifes at his hip. When he registered that it was not coming towards them but away, he squinted through the crowd to see where it had come from and if there was to be another.

His breath caught in his throat when he spotted the dam from before with her purple dress flowing around her like a halo and her hair sweeping the floor. She was standing with one of the Lord’s sons and they were both facing towards where the object had landed. He watched from afar as pain spread across her features and she took off into a run out of the hall, leaving the other darrow to laugh and strut away.

The prince frowned at the exchange and felt his stomach churn. Had he hurt her in some way? She hadn’t limped and held onto anything in pain, through her expression made him hesitate. He had done something to distress her and it had to do with that flash of object that now laid on the retracted balcony. Well, restricted if you weren’t of the royal line.

Excusing himself in a quiet voice, Fili slipped out of the great hall and slowly wondered up to the balcony that the object sat. His feet wondered up the spiral staircase and through the corridor and finally he came upon the door. When he arrived, he slid open the stone door and looked around the small area with intrigue. Neither dwarf had held a bow so what ever it was must have been small enough and light enough to been throw to such a height.

He checked under the few chairs and table that sat in the room before another flash hit his eye. There on the edge of the balcony sat a knife teetering on the edge of falling. Quickly he snatched it up and examined his find, his eyes widening in wonder at the steel that laid in him palms.  

The daggers blade was a ladder damascus pattern and as he flipped it around in his hands, he discovered it was coated so that the metal shone a gorgeous Durin blue in direct lighting. It was a rare skill amongst blacksmiths to make the colour shine through and he had never seen it accomplished so well on a blade before. The pommel was made from some sort of bone or antler and sealed with a resin so it would not crack, darkening to a gold colour at the hilt that displayed the head of a lion. The prince moved closer to the light had gasped at the detailing of the sculpture. The lion’s mouth held a snarl and a braid adorned each side of its mane to match his own. He traced his fingers over the smooth blade finding no rivets or delamination in the steel and a sharp sting struck his fingertip as a bead or red dripped onto steel. It was as sharp as ice and now christened with his blood.  

It must have taken its creator months to perfect and if filled him with exhilaration and a tad of jealousy at its skillful crafting.

Was this what the dam had intended to gift him? No wonder she had been so distressed when he showed her the other dagger that laid in the box he was given. But how did it end up here?

He had to find her, to ask if she truly was the creature of such beauty. But how would he do that? He had her name but knew nothing else about her.

Frustrated and newly inspired, he turned away from his own party and began to wonder through the halls of the great mountain in contemplation. He needed to find her. To ask her. To explain. Would she be understanding to his rejection or angry with him? Would she be kind or hash as he sort her out. Could she teach him how she created a blade with such vibrant colour? Perhaps he could craft her a dagger of his own making as an apology?

Locked so deep in his thoughts he wondered down stairways and through archways of stone until he came across the forges. So caught up in his mind of planning and designing his legs had carried him to his work bench. A smile broke out on his face and he made for his desk knowing he had so designing paper left over from his last build. He paused at his desk however and frowned as the sound of a hammer sounded and echoed through the darkness.

The royal forges were on the second level of the smithery, separated for safety and comfort for those who would normally be swarmed by their subjects, but was open so they could look out and over the other blacksmiths on the first level. Looking over the railing of his level a single forge was lit and burning, a dwarf pounding down of the glowing metal bar before them. A flash of purple material on their person caught his eye.

Shocked and hopeful Fili practically raced down the stairs and over to their forge slowing only when he arrived to watch them in awe. It was indeed Narni, her long hair wrapped up messily into a bun and her dress gaining burns and smudges of charcoal. He also noted sadly, the dried lines of tears that ran down her face and the newly puffed burns on her hands from not paying complete attention.

Loose wisps of hair stuck to her forehead as sweat dripped down her face and neck. He could see her muscle through her dress as she reeled back her arm and brought it down with a crack to the metal.

Realizing he was staring he took a timid step forwards and cleared his throat. She spun around quick as lightning and held out her red glowing steel under his chin in a defensive stance.

It took her a moment to catch her breath, but she eventually lowered the steel and tilled her head in question.

“My prince Fili? What in Mahal are you doing down here?”

The prince remained speechless and wide eyed as he gazed at her, his turn to blush and stammer. So soft and gentle she had looked kneeled before him, but here in her domain, she looked powerful and dangerous. Either way Fili thought she was beautiful.

Pulling his eyes away he remembered why he was here and held out the dagger from the balcony.

Narni’s eyes watered a touch and she let out a soft gasp, “How did you get this?”

“It is yours is it not? The dagger you were meant to gift to me?”

“Yes,” she nodded, leaving her metal and hammer on her workshop bench and taking a few steps towards him, “This is the dagger I crafted but it should be abandoned on a balcony not here in your hands,”

“It is exquisite,” he whispered.

Her face lit up at his words.

“Truly? You like it? You’re not just saying that because you feel bad?”

“Not at all! My words are sincere when I say this is one of the most beautiful blades I have ever had the pleasure of wielding,”

He offered her a smile and she sheepishly returned it. She held out her hands.

“May I?”

He nodded and placed the dagger in her hands only for her to kneel before him. The light from the forges’ flames made her eyes shine and dance as she looked up at him with determination.

“My prince Fili,” she said with a bow of her head, “on your one hundredth birthday I present you with a gift made of my own hands in the hope that it may serve you well inside and outside of the battle field. To you, I give a dagger forged in the mountain you will someday rule, by a subject that holds nothing but loyalty and adoration for your bravery and dedication to his people and his craft,”

He felt touched by her words and couldn’t help his eyes from watering as she declared them, “Such devotion and kind words you hold for me my dear Narni. I will do well to honor them always,”

“Thankyou for giving me the chance to say them. I don’t know how you came across my dagger nor how you found me all the way down here while the great hall is filled with merry and song, but I will always be grateful,”

A strangely comfortable silence engulfed them as they watched each other through the dark. Fili removed his only visible dagger and tucked it inside his jacket replacing it with Narni’s gifted dagger, the lion facing out like it would defend him when needed.

Testing the waters, the golden prince took a step closer to her workbench and let his eyes wonder. Papers covered in ruff sketches and little notes to herself lined the back wall of her desk and handmade tools for carving and molding delicate details were tucked into a jar to the right.

“Did you design all of these?” he asked.

“Yes, most are decorative pieces rather than practical, but a few are the favorite knifes I have already completed,”

“And this?” he gestured to the now cooling metal she had been working on, “what will this become?”

She blushed scarlet, “Honestly, with the way I was pounding it, most likely it will end in the scraps. It was more so something to take my frustrations out on,”

He chuckled knowing the feeling. He had spent many a night merely heating metal to bash at it after a particularly stressful day in council meetings or other royal business.

“A shame, I would have loved to see you create something now I know of your talent with the steel. perhaps another day I will have the chance to see it?”

She seemed taken back by his request but nodded and grinned again, “Only if I may see you at work also?”

“You truly are a bold one, aren’t you?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Fili thought for a moment and his hand came to rest on the hilt of his dagger, the feel of his lion new to his fingers. New and thrilling.

“No, I think it is a good thing. Actually, I think I may need to follow in boldness,” he confessed.

“Oh, and why is that my prince?”

“I would like to get to know you better miss Narni Silversands, and I must be bold enough to ask. Would you like to come back to the party with me?”

She smiled brightly at his question but faltered when she looked down at herself, “I would love to prince Fili, but I’m afraid I may have ruined my only dress. I would not wish to make you or your halls so filthy,”

He though for a moment before nodding, “Then perhaps I may get to know you here. Coal smudges and all?”

“I do have some designs I could show you?” she mused, scratching her chin and leaving a black smudge along her jaw.

Fili chuckled at the action, “I would love to see them,” he grinned bringing his hand up to her face and wiping the stain from her skin. It was a bold move put it paid off when she blushed brightly, making the same face she had in the great hall.

He took a step back, reignited the fire so they had light to see and sat down next to the dam. She pulled out a few sketches, some black sheets and some chalk and pencils and laid them down before them. She scooched herself closer to him and he gave her a cheeky smile.

“What? It’s cold,” she defended.

“Well that just won’t do, will it?”

With one last bold move for the night, he peeled off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

They settled comfortably against each other and didn’t move until the sun come up the next morning, talking and laughing and designing knives or beauty. Perhaps it wasn’t the sparks his mother felt upon meeting his father, or the bright glowing light his brother described, but being next to her? It felt… nice.

It felt… right.

Could it be?

His one?

He supposed he would have to be bold one more time and find out.    

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Time for Healing

Fili x female reader

warnings: angst, sad, PTSD, survivors guilt

Summary: Fili is King Under the Mountain after surviving the Battle of the Five Armies, however, he questions whether or not it was all worth it as he deals with his guilt and losses.

A/n: So this has been in my drafts for 2 years now, and I finally got it to a place where I’m comfortable with posting it. It is sad but ends a good note, kinda. Enjoy!

thank you @luna-xial and @ewokiee for the help!

Fili sat at the large dining table alone, a full plate of cold food sat neglected beside him, the only thing he touched was his ale. 

The Lonely Mountain was quiet, when all the guests had left and all servants had completed their work, all that was left behind was silence within the stone chambers. 

For a king, Fili felt more like a prisoner trapped within this large and glamorous kingdom. His life, taken from him by his name, his duty, and most of all his guilt. 

You stepped into the dining hall to see a sullen Fili still sitting there unwavering, his eyes focused on something in the distance. You waited a moment to see if he’d at least eat something, anything, before approaching him. 

“Your highness,” you started softly. “Have you finished?”

Fili nodded, gulping down what was left of his ale before gesturing with his hand for you to take the dishes away. 

You looked down at the full plate in your hands, for months now he’s barely eaten anything, and you were worried for his well being. “Would you like me to bring you something else?”

He sighed, not bothering to answer you, he already knew where this conversation was headed. 

“Please,” you urged. “You must eat something.”

His eyes flickered over to you then down towards the food. He laboriously lifted his hand and grabbed the apple from the edge of the plate. 

Fili raised his brows mockingly, almost as if he was asking you if you were happy now, before taking a bite. 

“Thank you,” you said curtly before walking away, taking the dishes back with you to the kitchens. 

No one expected him to be the same after the loss of his brother and uncle. Especially considering after their deaths, he was thrusted into the position of king. 

For his duty to his people outweighed his personal need to grieve. Practically, days after the battle, Fili had an entire kingdom looking to him for guidance. In the presence of his subjects, he was able to put up a front, behaved and acted the way a king should. 

But during those moments, when he was alone and there was no work that needed his immediate attention, it was obvious how their deaths plagued his every thought, not allowing him to have a moment of peace. As time passed, he only seemed to get worse, practically drowning in his grief. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to watch him waste away like this. You’ve never felt so helpless. You wished there was something you could do to ease his burden, and kept praying that time would help him heal, because if not, the way he was living would surely lead to an early death.

Eventually Fili dragged himself away from the table, and slowly trudged down the corridor to his wing, the king’s wing. 

He halted a few steps away from the vaults entrance. Everyday he had to pass them, but not once has he entered the chamber, not since the day of the battle. 

Slowly, he took a step forward, staring at the massive doors. He leaned in closer, Fili could almost swear he could hear his uncle’s voice on the other side, raving like a madman poisoned by the obscene amount of gold within. But it was just an echo, a memory, one of the few last moments he could recall of his uncle. 

Taking in a sharp breath, Fili shook his head taking long strides the rest of the way to his chamber, fleeing from the memories that haunted him.

He slammed the doors shut, and rested against them catching his breath until he spotted a forgotten bottle of wine on his nightstand. 

Grabbing it, he popped the cork, and started drinking. Red wine dripped off his chin onto his beard. Flopping down on the edge of the bed, Fili’s eyes were trained on the door, he could still feel the pull towards the vault, it was calling for him. 

He had never encountered such temptation before, luckily his fear of the madness outweighed his desires for gold, but who knows for how long that would stay true. 

His fist clenched the bottle tightly like a lifeline. Everyday and every night his mind was filled with these thoughts and memories. It was too much, too overwhelming, his guilt and sadness, the fear of inheriting the same madness that afflicted his bloodline, the more he thought about it the more he shut it all out. 

...

You were busy dusting off the old stone statues that lined the walls of the throne room when you overheard someone say that the king hadn’t left his room all day. 

You sighed noting it was already a few hours past noon. Most of the staff carefully tiptoed around their king, never sure what kind of mood he was in. They especially would never dare to bother him when he was in his room.

Biting your lip you mulled over what to do, you doubted he had eaten since supper last night, not that ale and an apple counted as an actual supper. 

“Dammit,” you whispered to yourself. You knew you were the only one who’d even bother trying. 

Slowly, you climbed down the ladder, and made your way to the kitchen. You asked the cook to prepare a variety of things, hoping he’d at least find some of it appetizing. 

Walking down the long corridor to the king’s chambers, you steadily held a full tray. On it was a plate full of eggs, bacon, bread, fried potatoes, and fruit. You had also prepared a warm pot of tea to Fili’s liking. 

…

Fili tossed and turned in his bed, caught in a horrible dream. 

He was back on the rampart, the humans and elves were demanding their share, however the only thing Fili could hear was his uncle’s booming voice demanding him to kill the halfling. 

"Throw him from the rampart! Do you not hear me?!"

Thorin’s cold eyes chilled Fili to the bone, this cruel selfish man was not his uncle. Fear snuck it’s way into Fili’s heart as he believed that if his uncle could easily kill a friend, that he may just as easily be swayed to kill his family. 

In that moment, only for a second, it had crossed Fili’s mind that death would be a better solution than to allow Thorin to live consumed by such an illness. 

Perhaps, Erebor was better off in the clutches of a dragon… 

Fili’s eyes snapped open as he felt a gentle hand upon his cheek and a tender voice saying his name. You were looking down at him full of concern, your eyes softened for moment, realizing that he finally awoke from his nightmare. 

In haste, he snatched your hand and removed it as though it had burned him, and stared at your face heatedly. 

For months now he couldn’t understand why you bothered. Most of the servants understood their place and kept out of his affairs. Wasn’t it obvious that he didn’t want to be bothered?

“Why are you here?” He spat. 

Immediately, your expression changed to a blank and unreadable one. “I brought you breakfast.”

There on the nightstand sat the tray, the food smelled wonderful, but he didn’t want any of it. 

“Take it back,” Fili muttered, laying back down and turning his face away from you. 

He looked terrible, hair a mess, dark bags under his eyes. An empty bottle of wine laid discarded on the carpet beside the bed, and the room itself was dark and musky. 

Your hands gripped your apron tightly as you bit your tongue, you wanted nothing more than to knock some sense and manners into him. 

“You’d probably sleep more comfortably if you weren’t fully dressed,” you commented, standing up and undoing the laces on his boots before removing them. 

Fili laid there, his eyes distant again like they had been last night. You sat his boots on the floor at the end of his bed. 

“I’ll leave the food there in case you change your mind,” you started, as you shuffled towards the doors. “I’ll be back for it later.”

You looked back at him briefly before leaving, but you might as well have been talking to an empty room. 

Once you were gone, Fili sat up taking the fork from the tray and taking a few bites of potato, before pushing it all aside. 

Tears formed in his eyes, as he could still clearly hear his uncle’s voice echoing off the stone walls, his nightmare still fresh in his mind. 

"Throw him from the rampart! Do you not hear me?!"

...

“She’s pretty.” Fili heard a familiar voice say in his head. “Very pretty.”

He was currently sitting at a table, chin in his hand as he admired you from afar. His eyes lingered on your form as you worked, you were too focused on polishing the decorative weapons that hung around the room to even notice him. 

Fili was supposed to be in a meeting, but at the moment he didn’t mind at all that the delegates of man were late, he was far too busy enjoying the view to mind.

“You should tell her,” the voice advised. “Grab her by the shoulders, look her in the eyes, and tell her how she’s the loveliest woman you’ve ever seen.”

Fili wanted to snort at the suggestion, only Kili would recommend such a foolish plan. 

“Worked for me,” the voice recalled.

Fili hid his smile in his hand, thinking about Kili shamelessly flirting with that elf, successfully getting her to fall for him.

“Oh come on,” the voice encouraged. “I know exactly what you think of her, especially all those fantasies floating about in your head...” 

Fili shifted in his seat as you bent over, his face burning at the sight. He could picture Kili, perfectly, giving him a smug look, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips. 

You noticed the king watching you. A small smile on his face. Honestly, you found it quite refreshing, you rarely had the opportunity to see this side of him. 

Of course, you had heard stories of the golden haired prince back at the Blue Mountains. They were all about his bravery, kindness, fierce loyalty, and good humor. Unfortunately, you hadn’t seen much of those qualities yourself. 

“You look well today, my lord,” you chirped, approaching him. “May I ask what put you in such a pleasant mood?”

His smile grew to grin, “Just something Kili-“ he started before pausing, the joy in his eyes fading. “Just thinking about something my brother had said once.”

“I see,” you said softly, noting the subtle change in his attitude. “I’ve heard about him from the others, he was a good man.”

Fili nodded, his shoulders slumping, “he was.”

You slid into the seat across from him, laying your hand over his, “Tell me about him.”

Fili leaned back in chair trying to decide where to start, “Kili was a… troublemaker,” he laughed. “We both were, our poor mother, all she did was worry. We’d sneak into the kitchens at night stealing every pastry we could carry. In the morning we’d both be sick to our stomachs.”

Your smile widened, “bet you both were adorable little boys.”

“Are you suggesting I’m not adorable now?” Fili asked, his eyes were playful as he stared back at you. 

Just as you were about to reply, the two of you were interrupted. “Sir, your guests have arrived.”

Fili sighed, his smile fading from his face, quickly replaced with a somber and serious expression. He stood up from his seat slowly, straightening out his coat. He turned back facing you, “join me for dinner tonight.”

You nodded, “yes, of course.”

He gave you another soft smile, before redirecting his attention. “Lead the way,” he murmured to the servant.  

You watched as they headed towards the doors. You couldn’t quite explain what you were feeling, it was almost as if you were floating, and all you wanted was for that moment to have lasted a little longer. 

Finally, standing up, you got back to work completely in a daze wondering what to expect of this evening. 

...

Fili stared at his reflection, as he turned side to side modeling the coat he just put on, before quickly shucking it off in repulsion. 

It was far too ornate and lavish with its gold embellishments and gaudy embroiderment. He didn’t want to give you the wrong idea, it was bad enough he was a king, he didn’t have to flaunt the point. 

He tossed the coat aside and it landed unceremoniously on top of the others that had been discarded to the floor. He then proceeded to rummage through his wardrobe again. This time held up a green tunic to his chest, he shook his head and the tunic joined the pile too.

Fili couldn’t recall ever having been so preoccupied about his appearance. 

“You could just wear what you had on this morning,” the voice in his head advised. “She’s already seen you in it.”

Fili sighed, “I don’t want her to see me as the king tonight, I want her to see me as me.”

He hadn’t exactly tried courting or romancing anyone since becoming king, it was quite a change from his status back home. His face crinkled for a moment, this place was supposed to be his home, but a part of him still didn’t accept it. 

Fili continued pushing clothes aside, pausing when he spotted a vibrant blue coat that had been hiding in the back, the color was deep and calming, the details on the collar and edges were simple, it was perfect. 

Slipping it on, he turned back around to face the mirror, but as he looked upon his reflection, it wasn’t his face looking back at him, it was his uncle’s. His striking blue eyes were perfectly matched by the hue of the coat. 

Fili inhaled sharply, practically falling back as he tried to escape the ghost before him. He closed his eyes, gathering his courage to open them again.

He peeked at the mirror, and sighed shakily, only seeing himself standing in his room. But he didn’t dare linger on the reflection, fear lingered within him that he’d see that face again. 

Fili had arrived early, not able to stay in his chambers alone a moment longer. Taking his seat at the dining table, he avoided looking directly at the plates, silverware, and glasses; he had no way of knowing who he’d see reflected on them. 

As he waited for your arrival, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink. He swirled the wine around in his glass, before taking a sip, his nerves slowly calmed, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were right behind him, Kili and his uncle. 

The weight of his guilt was becoming unbearable. He often wondered if death would bring him peace. He closed his eyes, his thoughts spiraling down a whirlpool of darkness. 

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” Your voice drew him out of his stupor, snapping him back into reality. 

“Not at all,” he smiled, setting his glass down and getting to his feet. He pulled out the chair on his right and gestured for you to have a seat. “Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

He poured you a generous amount, before topping off his own glass. You could feel his gaze upon you as you tried the wine, he barely blinked, taking in every detail.

“You look,” he started, biting his lip. “That dress, it suits you.”

You swallowed, lifting a brow, “Thank you?”

He chuckled lightly, “Sorry, it’s been awhile, since I’ve had such lovely company.”

You laughed, “are you saying your guests today weren’t lovely?”

“Oh, sure they were, if you consider greedy old men lovely,” he rolled his eyes. “Being king isn’t quite all it’s cracked up to be…”

“Is that so? How about we trade then?” You offered. “I’ll be the queen under the mountain and you’ll be my butler.”

Fili chuckled, “I might just take you up on that.”

“I think my first order as queen will be… more wine!” 

“Of course, m’lady,” He responded with a little bow, before topping off your glass. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“That’ll be all,” you said in a snobby tone, even going as far as sitting up straighter and sticking your nose in the air. 

Fili laughed, settling back into his seat as he returned to reality.  He scrunched his nose, before sighing, the humor that had been present in his eyes faded away. “What I’d like, more than anything, is to just go back, for everything to be how it was… to be back on an adventure.”

“Perhaps, one day you can,” you shrugged. “I’m sure there are still plenty of adventures to be had.” 

He half smiled, no matter what he did he couldn’t have that life back, but he appreciated your attempt to help him. “What about you?” He asked. “What would you rather be doing, other than being queen, of course?”

Time passed quickly in the company of your king, you both shared laughter and stories, and before you knew it, his charming ways worked themselves into your heart and began planting seeds of affection. 

“Here, have another glass,” Fili urged. 

You shook your head, slouching in your chair giggling like a little girl. “I really shouldn’t.”

“Fine, more for me then.” Fili downed the rest of the bottle. 

Sitting forgotten on the table, were your leftovers, you felt as though you were going to burst, you had eaten so much. But you were glad to see that Fili actually ate something besides just drinking ale and wine, perhaps he was ready to turn a new leaf, to start living again. For a moment, you had hope in your heart instead of worry, but it was short lived. 

Fili frowned, staring at the empty bottle in his hands, his shoulders and chest started heaving, his brow furrowed, his teeth gritting together. Tears welled in his eyes, seeing Kili and Thorin in his reflection. 

You gave a startled gasp as the bottle shattered in his tight grip. Blood dripped from his hand as shards of glass fell to the floor. He was still panting, staring at the broken pieces that remained in his injured hand. 

“Your highness?”

“Leave,” he muttered.

“But what about your h-“

“LEAVE,” he snarled.   

You bit your lip hesitating for a moment before hurrying out the door. The fierce look he gave you tore your heart in half. 

Fili sat alone in the empty dining room, his head bowed as he stared at the floor. Was this his punishment for surviving, to be haunted by ghosts? 

He couldn’t continue like this anymore, living in constant fear, living with this dreadful guilt weighing on him until he breaks. 

On the outside he may be a king, but inside he was just a broken man, barely a glimmer of who he used to be. 

What sort of life was this?

Hours passed as he sat there trapped with his thoughts. You were one of the few things that could pull him from them, but he wouldn’t be surprised if all that was ruined now. 

Finally rising to his feet, he wandered through the quiet dark halls of his kingdom. 

He thought about trying to find you to beg for your forgiveness. Fili prayed you wouldn’t leave him. He would desperately miss all your attempts to get him to smile, eat, sleep. 

But he feared that he went too far, he turned a lovely evening into a disaster. He wished he could take it back. Just another regret, he figured. 

Eventually, Fili found himself standing in front of the vaults, the place of his nightmares, the place he blamed everything on. If it hadn’t been for the treasure within none of this would’ve happened in the first place. Greed was the sin of his great grandfather that the whole Durin line had to repent for. 

Without a second thought Fili entered, ready to just be done with it. Let the damn sickness take him. Perhaps under the effects of dragon sickness, he’d finally forget it all. 

The first thing he noticed was the smell of the stale and musty air. Then he saw the heaps of gold covered in dust lying beneath his feet.

He maneuvered further into the vaults, almost losing his balance a few times, until he came across his great grandfather’s throne. 

Fili waited and waited, ready for whatever madness that consumed Thorin to consume him as well, but nothing happened. Collapsing to his knees, he sunk his hands down into the pile of old gold and gems, and he felt nothing. 

The gold meant nothing. It was worthless. 

None of it was worth losing his uncle and brother over, their lives were worth more to him than this bloody mountain or that damn arkenstone. 

“They died for nothing,” he murmured.

Anger built up inside of him as he grabbed a fist full of gold and slung it as far as he could. His cries and screams echoed in the empty chamber as he threw and kicked gold and gems with all his might, he flung necklaces and rings this way and that way. 

All these riches were truly a curse on his family. 

Beyond tired and broken, Fili finally returned to his room. If he were lucky, sleep would take him quickly, with no dreams or nightmares. 

His eyes went wide as he pulled the doors open. There you were sitting in his room, hands clasped on your lap, a tray next to you with salves and bandages. 

He couldn’t believe that you were actually here, waiting for him. He stood there, frozen, he had been so sure that he drove you away for good. 

“I-I was worried about your hand,” you stammered, standing from the edge of his bed and wringing your hands. 

He noted redness in your eyes, the slight puffiness of your face, all evidence of how much he had hurt you. But what scared him the most was that he couldn’t say that it would never happen again. He wished that he could, he wished that he could promise to never raise his voice like that ever again. 

“I’ll go, but let me at least clean your hand and wrap it with bandages,” you pleaded, taking a few steps towards him. 

Fili swallowed thickly as he reached out for you, his fingers curling around your wrist as he pulled you close.

“Please,” He begged, clutching you tightly. “Please don’t ever stop caring,” he sobbed, face buried in your shoulder. “Don’t lose your patience with me… don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him. 

Guiding him to the bed, you were able to bandage his hand. 

He watched quietly with sad eyes. He hadn’t said a thing since his emotional outburst, he simply followed your directions as you took care of him.

“Here,” you said softly, while helping him out of his coat and tunic so he could rest comfortably. You laid them on the back of a nearby chair to keep them from wrinkling. 

Looking back at Fili, you frowned to yourself noting the state of his hair, you motioned for him to sit back down on the edge of his bed. Grabbing a brush from the vanity, you sat behind him. 

You were well aware of dwarf courting rituals, so you were considerate not to take this too far, leaving his braids alone, and simply focusing on detangling the knots from his golden mane. 

Fili closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. He could feel sleep creeping up on him. Suddenly, he moved away from you slightly, shaking his head as he fought to stay awake. 

“I should probably let you rest,” you said, while starting to shuffle off of the bed. 

But Fili was quick to grab your arm. “Stay,” he muttered. 

You stopped moving and bit your lip as you mulled over his request, it was already very late, most likely only a few hours away from sunrise. Sitting back down, you could see his entire body relax. 

Fili laid down, his head resting on his pillow, yet he continued to watch you. Unsure what to do, you laid beside him. 

He cupped your face and stared at you despite the fact he could barely keep his eyes open. But Fili wanted to have this image of you in his mind, maybe if he stared hard enough or long enough, he’d be fortunate and dream of you tonight.

A few moments later his eyes finally shut, he could’ve sworn that he felt your soft lips press against his. Even if he had simply imagined it, the thought alone brought a small smile to lips. 

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[thespiritoflife]

Pairing: Fili x reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, angst, sad, mentions of injury..

A/N: I broke my heart while writing this. It's a modern AU mixed with Middle Earth. Read if you want...

Translations:

Sanûrzud: perfect (true/pure) sun

Men lananubukhs me: I love you

After life

I saw him again.  He came into my dreams and whispered to me, "I'll see you soon, Sanûrzud. You belong to me."

I've never seen him.  He came every time I slept and left when I woke up.  I was in love with him, which was sick.  He didn't exist.

I've never reconciled with this. Never.

It was a terrible day.  Terrible life.

My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend.  We were supposed to get married.  And suddenly he said to me out of nowhere, "Listen, I'm sorry, Y / N, but I love her more than you."

I didn't cry.  I was shocked.  Everyone thought we were getting married and ..

I just left the house in a downpour.  I still didn't cry.  I didn't think clearly.  My whole life has collapsed.  Everything I knew was gone.  Like a wave of your hand.

I got in the car.  It was a storm, it was raining, but I didn't care.  I longed to leave.  I didn't know where.  I'd rather get out of this world.

The roads were slippery. I didn't care.  I finally started crying.  The rain, meanwhile, thickened and I didn't see the road anymore.

My brain turned off.  I hurried somewhere, but I didn't know where.

I heard his voice again.  A man I loved and never knew.  "Men lananubukhs me,"  he said words in an unknown language, but I understood those words.  I love you.

And then I saw a truck crashing on me.  The brain quickly turned on, and I turned the steering wheel sharply.  However, the car did not respond fast enough or the truck was fast.  In the following seconds, I saw a bright light that blinded me and then nothing.  I plunged into pleasant darkness.

I woke up in the field.  It smelled of grain.

But I didn't want to get up.  I just lay there staring at the sun.

"Y / N .. you finally came. I was still waiting for you."  someone said.

I got up.  I didn't want to, my legs didn't listen to me.

I turned around.  It was him.  My dream man.  My golden prince.

"Fili," I whispered, tears in my eyes.

I felt like I had known him for a thousand years.  I knew him.  I didn't know how.

He came to me and took me in his arms.  "I missed you ... I missed you so much ..."

"Why weren't you with me?"  I cried.

"I couldn't, Sanûrzud. I lived here and you there ..." he said.

"What ... what happened?"  I asked a question that bothered me.

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes.  I realized that they were filled with tears.  One of the tears dripped on my forehead.

"Do you want to know?"  he asked.

I nodded hesitantly.  I had to know.

He took my hand.  "I will show you."

The moment I felt his hand touch, the field turned into a highway surrounded by dark trees.

There was an accident on the highway.  There also were ambulances and firefighters.

"Y / N ... it will destroy you ..." he warned me as I wanted to go.

I turned around.  He looked distressed.  I gave him a short kiss on the lips.  "I have to see it."

I was walking on the highway.  I saw it.  Truck destroyed.  My car was destroyed.

I stood there, staring at it in shock.

Where have I been?

And suddenly I heard the rescuer speak.  "She has little hope of survival. Put her in a coma immediately."

I saw myself on a lounger.  I was pale, and my clothes were torn and ... bloody. Very bloody.

People were running around me, saying something, not seeing me.  I fell to my knees and start crying.

I felt a squeeze on my shoulder.  "Come with me to home, Sanûrzad."

We were in that field again.  I was not in this cruel world.  I was with him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I buried my head in his chest.  "Fili. My only love .."

He looked at me tenderly.  "Darling."  he just whispered.

I don't know how many days have passed.  Or years.  Or centuries.  I would not be surprised by millennia.

But, once Fili and I were sitting in our beloved field, he told me.: "I have to tell you this. You will come back there ... you do not belong here as I do not belong in your world."

I cried.  "You're not serious."

He reassured me.  "Shh. It'll be all right. I promise. I'll still be in your dreams."

"But I don't want you to be in my dreams. I want you all,"

He stroked my hair.  "Unfortunately, the gods won't allow it to us. But believe me, I'll never forget you. Never. I'll still love you."

I completely collapsed.  "Fili ... you can't just leave ... I can't do that."

He looked at me sternly.  "You can do it, Y / N. I swear. I'll watch over you."

He kissed my tears and stroked my cheek.  "I'll see you again. And then we'll be together forever. I swear."

My world collapsed.  Fili.  I don't want you to go away.  I didn't want to leave.

But it called me away.  I don't know what, but it called me away.

"Men lananubukhs me, Sanûrzud."  he leaned his forehead against my forehead.

I repeated the words.  Fili looked at me proudly and then gradually faded and faded.  He finally disappeared.

I woke up all sweaty.  Everything hurt and I felt blinded.

"Doctor! She woke up!"  shouted some person in white.

I moaned in pain.  Not from the physical, but from the mental.

"Fili! Fili!"  I shouted.

Some other person in white approached me.  "That's not possible. She almost died."

"Fili. Fili, my golden prince. Where are you?"  I cried.

The doctor looked at me confused.  "She must have gone crazy ... that's normal. The victim confuses crazy things after such a shock. Give her a sedative."

I didn't notice.

Fili!

Life was terribly slow after that terrible accident.  My heart ached.  It looked like I was just dreaming about it all.

But I knew it wasn't.

He always followed me and kept saying to me, "See you soon, Sanûrzud."

We saw each other after life.

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

I have no idea if you’re still taking these asks but.. could i maybe have a tolkien ship?

I’m a 24 yr old woman, unlabeled :). I work in the fashion industry and I am a very “fashionable” person, I love shopping (perhaps a little too much haha) and doing hair, makeup etc. I also adore just relaxing, reading a good book, listening to Lana del Rey or Mitski, taking a candle lit bath, picing flowers and having a picnic etc, I can however get a bit adventurous and I love traveling, and I try to go on atleast one trip a year and I would love to have a SO to adventure with but still settle down. I’m definitely a marriage girl, idk about kids maybe one or two? Would depend on SO opinion :). I really enjoy art, not just painting/drawing but looking at art and appreciating it, specially renaissance art. I love a good trip to the museum, art and historical (I’m a bit of a history nerd). I enjoy the winter a lot, even though I do enjoy the grassy fields and warmth of summer I love the snow, skiing, ice skating and snowball fights are big loves of mine.

Personality wise I am stubborn, loyal, playful and very sassy. I probably could not date someone who was overly serious but I would need someone mature enough to have serious conversations. The stubbornness I’m working on but if I believe I’m in the right I will not give up, even if it seems like I have I can be VERY petty and I do not forget haha. I’m very loyal. You hate them? No, WE hate them. I of course have my limits and when that trust is broken it can never really be the same for me. The sass is probably my favorite trait, I cannot go a sentence without saying something ironic or sassy, its my sense of humor. My worst trait is probably that at first sign of “danger” I kinda just say “nope” and thats that, so I would need someone understanding with that.

Some dealbreakers: I do not date people who arent feminists and believe in human rights like blm etc. I probably couldnt date someone who didn’t show affection or love towards me ( I need to know I’m loved 😫). Couldnt date someone controlling. Couldnt date someone who doesnt like animals and small children (I have smaller siblings). Respect is important to me and treating people with kindness.

I hope this is enough information, thank you so much and have a great day <33333

usually I don't anymore but omg, for you I will, I had sm fun reading through this!

I ship you with....

Prince Fili!

He's so definitely absolutely perfect for you!!! First of all, he fits your description so well: He's mature, but adventurous, he's able to let go and be childish but be serious all the same. He's definitely one for children and animals as well! like, I think he'd be fine with not having pets or children, but he'd totally want them and he'd be head over heels if you told him that you wanted to have children! He's so supportive as well.

Also, just, all that you talked about would be stuff he'd adore. You like to read? Would you perhaps like to read to him? Because he's gonna listen to you for years if you say yes. Do you want to walk through the halls of the castle and talk about history? He'd spend hours trailing after you and pointing out details and asking you what you think of them. You want a picnic? That's what he prepares for your anniversary. He doesn't gift you a bouquet of flowers, his present is going flower picking with you.

He would really appreciate you being fashionable honestly. Like, it's not something he'd ever expect, but since he's not really talented at doing stuff like that, he would love having you dress him for royal dance balls for example. And he has zero problem with you spending some money on clothes etc either! Actually really adores it, he'd probably tease you at times - just a little bit - but he'd pay for everything and he'd carry it all home. It would also just be a great addition because, well, you'll be the future queen. It's always a plus to look amazing in that position - and Thorin is a big fan of it too. So you got family approval!

Let's be real, Dis would love you. I don't need to say anything else here.

Just one more little detail: You said you'd need someone showing you that they love you, and don't you dare question whether Fili would do that. He'd be telling you and he'd be showing you and he'd be constantly bringing you gifts and it's so important to him that you know that he loves you. Whenever he's away (princely duties!) he makes sure to put a little present on the bedside table for you before he goes, and when he comes back, no matter what, he leaves being prince be for a day and spends it with you. Regardless of how long he was gone, whether that was a day or a month.

And because I absolutely can't stop myself: He'd propose in winter and spend a whole year calling you his "soon to be wife" only for him to marry you exactly 365 days later, also in winter, because he knows that that's your favourite season. He never ever stops calling you his wife after that. It's his new nickname and he will use it until the day he dies.

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[m00n-sugar]

after death masterlist

➮ hobbit!OC × Fili summary: Life for Harper Sweeney changes forever one fateful night when her car swerves off the icy road and plummets over a cliff. Only instead of dying, she's dropped into the garden of a funny little man who isn't a man at all; he's a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. genres/themes: angst, romance; slowburn, fantasy, more in each part warnings: adult dialogue, alcohol consumption, mentions of parental loss, mentions of death, major character deaths, minor character death, see each part for further warnings. (18+ due to death, violence, etc. mdni).

a/n: I've been writing this off and on for a LONG time but she's finally at a point I feel comfortable sharing lol I've combined parts of the book with the movie to write this and it's been a comfort fic of mine for quite some time. I'm mainly posting this for me and no one else skdkskdk but if you enjoy it, please consider reblogging as well as liking as it helps me immensely. And if you're into kpop, check out my kpopblr here. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is for entertainment purposes only! And names or likenesses are purely coincidental.

act i the world is ahead

chapter 1: death chapter 2: the shire chapter 3: a dwarven party chapter 4: home is behind chapter 5: trolls chapter 6: rivendell chapter 7: goblin town chapter 8: the return of gandalf

act ii the desolation of smaug

chapter 9: house of beorn chapter 10: mirkwood chapter 11: the woodland realm chapter 12: barrel riding chapter 13: lake-town chapter 14: attack in the night

act iii the battle of the five armies

chapter 15: fire on the lake chapter 16: claiming dale chapter 17: parley with the king chapter 18: the great battle chapter 19: ravenhill chapter 20: parting of ways epilogue: home again

ⓘ if you liked any of my content, please reblog as it helps out a lot! All graphics made by me. I do not allow translations, reposts, or continuations of any of my works. All writing and graphics are ©️ m00n-sugar 2024

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

TCATC Chap. 33; Heal the spirit, and the body shall follow

*Author’s note*

Well it’s certainly been a LOOOOOONNNG time since I updated this series but I finally got some time to give you guys the last 2 chapters of the Hobbit celestial story. And then tomorrow I’ll start posting up the sequel chapters that I’ve got for the LOTR so I’ll stop talking and let everyone enjoy these last two chapters :)

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“Okay so let me see if I got this straight, there was Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur and Bombar, then—uhh…..” we both chuckled as I finished for him.

“Nori, Dori and Ori, then Oin and Glóin. Thorin and…..Fili and Kili.” I said the last two names solemnly as I stroked their braids they gifted me.

“You seemed really close with Fili and Kili. Even so much so to have them gift you their family braids.” He said.

“I was yeah. They—they helped me release some of the grief I kept in about our kin being turned to stone. They were sweet, loving, kind, loyal above all else. Even when Sauron tried to control my body, they never once left my side. I could see them trying to reassure me and trying their best to help me.”

“Which is why you gave them your gauntlets, because you trusted them with our kin’s powers.”

“Should I have not?”

“In the shape you were in, and for that split second Sauron had you fully under his control, it was wise of you to not have those gauntlets on you. There are many what if’s that could be said if you had them on at the time, but it was due to your trust and love for them that the gems raw powers didn’t disintegrate them. However they didn’t have the knowledge to know how to use it, had I not intervened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Only they would know of it, but I spoke to them. Telling them to allow the spirits of our kin to use their bodies as a vessel and allow them to do the rest in saving you. Without my voice, the power would’ve consumed their energies and surely killed them.” Oh gods I—I didn’t even think about that.

“How could I be so foolish!?” I self-deprecated myself.

“It wasn’t your fault Hela, you couldn’t have known.” He reached out and placed his hand comfortingly over my left one.  His thumb gently rubbing the back of my hand.  “But like I said, the gems would’ve done far worse damage had they been on your person when Sauron had you under his will, than in the hands of two Dwarf Princes. And for that, I am truly grateful.”

“They were my little brothers. The first Dwarves I ever opened my heart to, without them I—I would’ve continued on the philosophy of Ikaris on Dwarves forever.”

“Ikaris was always hard on the Dwarves. Luckily I knew better than to believe that they were solely a stubborn, greedy race of creatures. I even had a few Dwarf friends myself for a time during my exile. Gave me food, bedding, clothing and some of the knives you saw in the trunk.”

“You must’ve done something truly special for them to customize weapons for you.”

“It wasn’t easy I’ll admit. As you know Dwarves are suspicious and secretive of folks beyond their kin. Especially if they ‘claim to be blind’.” He said in quotations.

“They really believed you to be faking your blindness?”

“Particularly the older Dwarves, the younger ones seemed to believe it. Even asked if they could see but I told them it would make them uncomfortable staring into hollowed orbs.”

“Of light. But I understand. Seems you’ve lived a life even before settling here.”

“Well, I made it through. It was—hard at first, living without our kin. Particularly my brothers and sisters of Starlight, and the fact that I could never look up at the sky to see the stars again. But I—pushed on and did what I could. Until finally deciding that here in the South needed my help and I did what I could without drawing too much attention to myself as a Celestial.”

“So you’ve kept your immortality that I can understand. But what about your Starlight powers?”

“Unfortunately those were taken away and gifted to Ikaris after my exile. As well as our typical enhanced strength and agility. Though I’m immortal, I can still be slain in battle and become exhausted during a long fight.”

“Which is why you fight with such ferocity.”

“Well that’s due to my curse as an exile. Cain the Wrathful, I am always burdened to carry with me all the anger and rage I’ve kept inside me since the day I lost my wife and children. The day I almost killed Ikaris in a rage of anger for what he did. Even though I know it was due to the fact he couldn’t say goodbye and wanted me to have a second chance, it still doesn’t give me the excuse for what I did to him.”

“I had wondered what the scar along his chest meant. I was told it was from a dragon’s claw.”

“Does sound like a better story than your older brother taking up Orcrist and cutting you with it.” He softly scoffed as he shook his head remorsefully.

I placed my right hand over his giving it a soft squeeze as he looked towards my direction.

“Tell me Hela, do you have a man in your life?” he asked me.

“You really are my older brother if you’re going straight for a question like that.” I groaned embarrassingly.

“I just mean, throughout all these years on your own, surely you must’ve met someone. For you have such a kind heart that deserves to be loved in return for the love that you give. And I hope this also won’t offend you, but I’ve felt the impression marks of a bracelet that you’ve once kept on your wrist.” His fingers gently stroking along my left wrist.

I sighed solemnly thinking back to Haldir.  About the last conversation we had with one another and worried if he’s—

“I don’t mean to pry, you don’t have to answer it if you do not wish to.” I patted his hand assuringly and took a deep breath in before softly exhaling.

“There was. An Elvish Marchwarden.”

“Was? Did-did he……”

“No. At least….I hope not.” I whispered solemnly looking down. Cain’s hand lifted up to feel around my shoulder before gently cupping the back of my neck gingerly.  “Before I left to find you, I broke off our engagement. Told him he’d be better off without me and that what we had was only a dream.”

“But that’s not the truth. At least some of it.”

“Even though Sauron failed to control my body, he still has access to my mind. This past year alone he’s shown me my friends being tortured in the most unimaginable ways. Hearing their screams, seeing their blood drip from their bodies as they were ripped apart. And-and when he showed me Haldir……”

“You broke his heart to protect him.” Cain finished for me solemnly.  I exhaled deeply and solemnly.

“That’s more like….a quarter percent of the reason why.” Cain’s hand slowly came up to cup my cheek as I felt him drying away tears I didn’t even know I was crying.  I exhaled a couple of soft, shaky breaths before admitting, “We Celestials are supposed to be impervious to any evil possessing us, but because of what I am….. what my powers can do. I allowed the Dark lord himself to easily seep his way into my mind, tainting me, and now I hear only his voice in my head in my dreams. How can Haldir ever love someone like that?”

“You should’ve told him the truth.”

“But you don’t know Haldir like I do Cain. He’s always put up a wall around his heart, it took him almost 100 years for him to fully trust me and even when he did, it was a slow build of friendship until my near-death experience with the Deviants caused him to admit his true feelings. He’s not one to forgive so easily. If I told him that a great evil came into my body, he’d never look at me with the same love he allowed himself to show me.”

“Yvaine once told me when we first began courting each other, ‘If we are meant to be one, then you must trust me with your burdens. No matter the good, the bad, or the ugliest truth.’ From what I have seen, you and Haldir showed a decent amount of love for one another. Even for being apart for years if not decades at a time. But now you’ve chosen to push him away not only for his sake but it would seem your own.”

“No need to add salt to the wound brother I already feel bad as it is.”

“As you should. Because you truly think Haldir would leave you after all you both have been through together.” His other hand cupped my other cheek and I stared into his shining hollowed eyes.  “I don’t mean to say this to be cruel, I only wish for you to understand that you chose what was only best for you without have a mutual agreement with your beloved.”

“Lady Galadriel said to me before I left that if it is meant to be, Haldir and I could rekindle our love’s fire once again.”

“And she is right. Love is a deep magic that is both known yet unknown to all of us. It defines right from wrong, and governs all of our destines. Yours, mine, Haldir’s, your Dwarvish company, Fili and Kili, even our own kin. If you and Haldir are meant to be, you will reunite. It’ll take time to fan the spark again, but it’ll create a new flame even stronger than the last.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

“Then you’ll know it wasn’t meant to be. And one day you’ll find someone who will give that to you. But you must learn from your mistakes and not let your guilt blind you from what could be.”

“I still do love Haldir and I wish I could tell him how sorry I am.” He leaned his forehead against mine.

“I know. I know you do.” Our noses softly brushing against the others as Cain softly kissed my forehead before pulling me into a comforting embrace.

After hearing Cain’s story and finally accepting him as my brother Celestial, the days we spent together were merely talking about our adventures with one another.  Cain told me of his travels and I continued to open up more about my time with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

It was such a relief off my heart to finally talk about my travels with someone who doesn’t have a prejudice outlook on Dwarves and who can (to a degree) empathize with me on the toll that Fili and Kili’s death took on me.  Cain also provided me some wisdom and advice on how to properly accept the grief and (as mentioned above) helped me ease my fears and doubts about Haldir’s and I’s future together.

Then one day just as the first light was coming into the sky, Cain woke me up and had asked me to come with him to the mountains.  He never told me for what reason we were going, just to get dressed and prepare for a long hike.

And what a hike it was, it took us almost all day to reach the mountains and up until nightfall for us to get to the top.  At the peak there was a cave like entrance and once we entered inside, I saw carvings of ancient runes and a crystal clear pool just in front of us.

“What is this place Cain?”

“A gateway.” He merely replied as he walked on ahead.

“To what?” I asked suspiciously.

“In times of great distress or darkness, I’ve found that this mountain, particularly this very pool can lead to the council of deities even wiser than Ajak. Surely she must’ve talked about her conversations with the Valar themselves.”

“She did. She told me how she would come to the deep South to—wait. This….this is the Mountain of the Celestial Prime.” He nodded.

“The very mountains where she not only can converse with the Valar, but also the very birthplace of each Celestial. It was in these very jungles where each Celestial was born and given their gifts by their respected Valar they would help serve or protect Middle Earth.”

“I can’t believe it. None but Ajak knew of this very mountain. Is it because of the small portion of her soul that made your eyes know exactly where this place was?” he nodded.

“And it’s also the reason why I am able to speak to the Valar themselves. And now it is time you did the same. For the two Valar that you help represent have longed to speak with you.”

“They have?” he nodded again.

“In order to help you regain the connection with our kins Celestial power, you must first regain your own and I cannot be the one to teach you that. But they can.”

“What must I do?”

“Enter the pool until it rises up to your hip then float on your back, and allow me to take care of the rest.” I nodded and slowly placed on foot into the pool before slowly walking in until inch by inch the water rose pass my ankles, up my shins, over my knees and thighs until finally I was hip deep in the water.

I slowly allowed myself to float on my back in the water and I saw the runes along the wall starting to glow.  They were written in both Celeste and Quenya and I heard the faint, muffled sound of Cain doing a Quenya chant.  The water also began to glow a bright purple/blue color and it was then I felt a tingling sensation come all over my body.  My mind started to go fuzzy and my eyes soon began to close until soon I lay there limp in the water, still as a statue.

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but blackness.  There was nothing around me.  No rocks, no boulders, no water, not even Cain was there. What also struck me was the absolute silence that surrounded me.  There was absolutely no noise nor sound coming in any direction, no wind, no birds, not even drips of water.

“Hela.” A whisper soon called out to me.  I jumped in shock at the sudden voice that seemed to just come in all directions.  It softly kept whispering my name every now and then before all would go quiet again.

“Here I am.” I said cautiously.  “Where are you?”

“Follow the ache piercing in your heart.” The voice said again.  It was then I heard the faint sounds of two voices.  I slowly turned and soon felt my heart give an odd thump.  It was like it had skipped a beat but not in the good kind of way. Slowly I walked forward and the ache in my heart grew sharper as the voices grew louder and more clearer.

“No. No not this.” A bright light flashed before my eyes and next thing I knew, I now stood right at the edge of Ravenhill and I saw Fili’s and Kili’s corpses.

The brothers eternally bounded in death even though they died separately.  I fell to my knees and crawled towards them shaking my head when suddenly Fili grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.

“You….. could’ve…..saved—us.” He said choking on his own blood.

“Why didn’t—you do more?” Kili soon spoke up.

“I—I’m sorry. I tried my best I didn’t have my powers but I tried. I really tried Fili and Kili I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t fast enough, I wasn’t—wasn’t str-strong enough. I should’ve done more. I shouldn’t have allowed Sauron to take my power if only I was strong enough but I’m not. I’m sorry.” I ranted as tears poured down my face.

“This is what your mind and heart are telling you.” The female voice soon spoke up again.  When I opened my eyes Fili’s and Kili’s bodies were gone.  I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and I turned around and couldn’t believe who I saw.

Her beauty could only be compared to Arwen’s with her long raven black hair that came down in gently waves much like Galadriel’s.  She wore a beautiful circlet in the shape of teardrops upon her head and wore a dress that would almost seem black when in truth it was a very, very dark grey.  But it was her eyes, her eyes that held such sorrow but also pity and hope within them.  

I sniffled and wiped my tears as I softly spoke out her name.

“Lady Nienna?” I-I couldn’t believe my eyes.

There right before me was one of the High Queens of the Valor, Lady Nienna.  Some call her the ‘The Lady of Tears’ or ‘She who weeps’.  Gandalf talked a lot about her shortly after our first meetings and how he had learnt everything about empathy and pity from the Lady Nienna herself.

“I have long been expecting you Hela.” Her hand came off my shoulder and was now in front of my face.  I reached out my hand and she helped me to my feet.  “For centuries ever since your birth, I have longed to speak with you, and now at the lowest point of your life, I have come.”

“Forgive me, Lady Nienna but I—I don’t feel as if I am worthy in your presences in my current state of being.”

“Grief is not meant to be beautiful but it is also not to be shameful for.” Her finger gingerly brushed underneath my eye to catch a tear before it fell.  “For a Celestial who is the only one of her kind to be gifted into being the Celestial of Death, you have suffered so much than those that go through the aftermath of loss.”

“I am no gift. I am a curse!” I snapped.

“Why do you say that?” she asked with a slight tilt of her head, her eyes brimming with pity.

“Because I just am! Everywhere I go Death always follows me! Anyone I get close to they must suffer the worst fate of all! Tortured, burned by dragon fire, turned to stone, beaten or worse—sacrificing themselves for me. I—I am not worth all of this pain. And why must I alone be burdened with such agony? Why couldn’t I have been born a Mind Celestial like my brother Druig? Or a Starlight like Ikaris and Cain? Even a War Celestial like Thena or Elemental like Cersei?” I ranted turning away from her pacing back and forth angrily.

“Ajak knew that there could only be one Celestial who would not only be strong enough to carry such a title, but also help others understand that Death does not always need to be feared.” Lady Nienna said.  I stopped and looked at her, “Is that not what King Thranduil said to you?”

“She was wrong. They’re all wrong.” I said brokenly.  I looked outward and said. “I am not strong enough. I—I see them all. In my dreams. I see it on a constant time loop that repeats in my head over and over again. The weight of all this pain has me feeling like an old dead mule who refuses to go another step until I just drop dead. Why must I be the only one to bear such a heavy burden?”

“You may think you are hopeless now Hela, but there is more to Death than just pain and suffering. But that you shall learn from my brother.”

“Mandos?” I asked turning to her.  She softly nodded.

“He too, has long to speak with you. And it is him that shall teach you a better understand of what your title and powers truly mean. I, however, have come to show you just what you truly mean to the souls that depart this world and that even though they met such gruesome fates at the end of their life, they do not harbor such hatred that you think they do.”

“When Girion showed himself to me after Bard killed Smaug, that was you wasn’t it?” I asked her.  A slight smile came at the corner of her mouth.

“Come. It is time to let your soul finally be heal.” She extended her hand out for me once more.  I looked between her hand and her eyes before finally accepting her hand.  As we walked, Ravenhill became no more than a whisp of wind and we were in the darkness once more.

“What exactly is this place? This cannot be my head alone?” I asked her.

“Your mind is the abyssal plain between the physical world, and the world of the Arda.”

“This—empty abyss is the heavens in which you Valar reign in?”

“You have not been given the permission to explore the Arda fully. Only when given permission by each of the Valar themselves can you enter their realms through your spirit. My power alone has you relive the places where you’ve felt the most grief in your life, that is why you came to Ravenhill to see the Princes of Durin.” She told me.

As we continued to walk we soon stopped before a large door that had familiar runes on them.  However they were not in any form of Elvish, no these were Dwarvish runes, Khuzdul.

“I know these runes.” I spoke.

“Can you read them?” she asked me.

“From what I remember from my teachings with the company it says: ‘Here lies the Halls of Mahal. Creator of Dwarves. And Protector of Durin’s kin.’” I turned to her and she gave me a soft nod.

I walked up towards the door and slowly raised my arm out and extended it to the door.  I hesitated to touch it by just an inch, maybe even barely that, until finally I touched the stone door and the runes began to glow a starlight blue.

“Who dares to enter my realm!” a booming voice soon spoke up.  Thunderous footsteps came from the other side of the door, the booming footsteps grew louder and louder until finally the doors opened and a bright light shined right at me.  It was so bright, I had to shield my face with my own arms to block out the light.

The light soon dimmed and soon a figure was now towering over me.  He stood almost as tall as a mountain, he had dark brown hair with some white streaks shining in the locks.  A thick, burly beard that was almost like a combination of Glóin’s (with the thick bushy main beard) and the two long braids that even surpassed the beard itself (much like how Bombur’s) but it was braided tight and clean like Bifur’s had on some of his strands.

His upper torso was bare but on his forearms he wore iron shackles and gauntlets with Dwarvish runes on them, and in his right hand he held a forger’s hammer.  He wore dark brown pants (much like Beorn) and thick, deerskin boots.

“Aulë, I bring to you the Celestial of Death Hela.” Nienna said to Aulë, or as known to the Dwarves, Mahal.

“The Celestial of Death?” he pondered before looking down at me. I fell to my knees and bowed before him.

“Oh mighty Mahal.”

“None but my Dwarvish children call me that name. Never have I heard a Celestial call me that.”

“I…..have had the honor and privilege to be in the company of some Dwarves fairly recently.” I said raising my head to look upon him. He softly hummed.

“And what would a Celestial want with the souls of my departed creations? Never before have you chosen this path in speaking with the souls of my creations.”

“As she’s stated; Hela was a member of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.”

“Oakenshield?” Mahal said incredulously.

“Yes Oh Mighty Mahal. The very same Thorin Oakenshield of the line of Durin. The King beneath the Mountain. I was his guide on the quest to reclaim their homeland. He, along with 12 others of his kin. They have taught me your ways and their culture. To the extent that only a few of my brothers and sisters of Phastos’ side only knew long before I was born and from when I was a youngling.”

“Phastos you say? He was one of my best students, and my greatest creation of the Celestial forging.”

“Yes. And I know that none but your creations can enter your halls, but I beg of you. On my hands and knees I plead to you Mighty Mahal to grant me entrance into your halls so that I may say my final goodbyes to two dwarves that I lost in the Company. They—they mean everything to me.” I lowered my head once again feeling the tears well up in my eyes once more. And the memories of Fili and Kili played out in my head.

There was silence for a moment until a large hand came before me, I looked up and Mahal looked at me with both a stern but empathetic expression.

“It is true that I have not allowed anyone but a Dwarf into my halls. Even when you were created I had forbidden even the Celestial of Death to reach these halls for the souls of my children deserve nothing but eternal peace.” He scooped me up and I held onto his finger as he raised me up to his head. “But seeing what you have become, and hearing of the tales that the Dwarves of whom you speak, praise and mourn for you just as you do for them. I shall allow you enter my domain for this one time only.”

I bowed my head in respect and thanked him in Khuzdul, to which he found impressive that I knew his creation’s language.  The doors soon opened back up and the bright light shined once more and I felt Mahal carry me into the halls of his realm.

When the light died down once again, I found myself in a vast valley of greenery, wild flowers and just beyond the horizon, large stone castles that almost resembled Erebor.

“Oh no please don’t tell me we drove you this far.” A voice soon spoke up.  My heart leapt into my throat clenching it as I slowly turned and there stood the two Dwarves whom I had long to see since their passing.

They look peaceful, content, as if the weight of the world was off their shoulders for good.  And they looked just as healthy as the day I first met them in Bag-end.

“Fili…..Kili…..”

“Hello Hela.” Fili greeted with a warm smile.

“Been a long time.” Kili spoke.  I couldn’t move, I fell to my knees and felt my bottom lip tremble.

“Nadadîths.” I whimpered.  They walked up to me and I was immediately brought into their arms. Like that night so long ago when we got captured by the trolls, I found my face buried in both leather and animal fur. Their hands rubbing up and down my back or brushing through my hair, even stroking their own braids they gave me. “I’m so sorry!” I wept.

“What have you to be sorry for?” Fili asked.  We separated from our hug but we didn’t separated. Kili tucked a strand of my white hair behind my ear as I said.

“I was too weak to stop it. I-I had a nightmare of your deaths. Had I known they were truly visions of the future and not just a torment of a nightmare. And if I hadn’t allowed Sauron into my head to take my powers I-I could’ve changed the battle. I could’ve stopped the whole thing. I……I could’ve saved you!”

“What happened, happened Hela. There was no changing what was meant to be. We knew the risks of the quest, not all of us were going to make it out alive.” Kili said to me as he cupped the right side of my face while Fili wiped a tear from my left eye.

“You both were so young. You deserved to have lived full lives.”

“But we are glad that in our lifetime, even for how short it was. We got the chance to meet you.” Fili said.

“And we wouldn’t change that for all the gold in Erebor. Nor the treasures here in Mahal’s halls.” Kili said with a soft smile.  I sniffled and lowered my head but Fili raised my chin back up.

“I tried. I tried so hard to get to you in time Fili, I…..”

“I know.” He assured me.  “I—can’t really explain it but at the time, I could hear your voice in my head. I could hear you calling out to me and I tried to call back but you didn’t respond back to me.”

“You—you heard me?”

“Aye. Even at the end, I was thankful to have at least heard your voice one last time assuring me you were coming.” His hand moved from my chin to my jawline as he wiped a tear that had been dangling down there debating whether to drop off my face like a raindrop on a leaf.

“The same can be said for me Hela.” Kili said.  My eyes shifted over to him as he continued, “When I heard your screams of pain, I couldn’t bear to lose another older sibling. I failed Fili but I wasn’t going to fail you.”

“You didn’t Kee, to either of us. Right, Hela?” Fili assured his brother.

“He’s right. I—I just wish I hadn’t lost my powers cause then I-I could’ve……”

“What’s done is done. We’ve already forgiven you Hela. But now you must learn to forgive yourself. Don’t let our death be the reason for your pain and suffering. Nor the reason for holding you back. You have so much more to do Hela, and we have a feeling you are going to become the most powerful Celestial Middle Earth has ever known.” Fili told me as his hand once again cupped the side of my face.

My bottom lip trembled as I reached out and embraced them both burying my face into their shoulders.

“I love you both so much.” I wept.

“And we love you Hela.” They both said as they both squeezed me as tight as they could.

“And never forget,” Fili started as Kili finished for him.

“We’ll always be with you.”

“In your heart and memories.” They both finished together once more.  I let out a sob and as I separated from them, I saw their spirits beginning to glow before evaporating from my sight.

The last thing I would see of them was the smiles upon both their faces and their eyes filled with warmth and love.

When their spirits were finally gone from my sight, tears slipped down my face as I softly thanked them both.

“Thank you, Fili and Kili……for everything.” I let out a couple of more sobs before finally feeling the guilt being lifted off my shoulders as I took a couple of shaky breaths to calm myself down and closed my eyes. I sat there on my knees in silence for a few moments until a voice spoke to me.

“You are now ready to take the next step, my young Hela.” This time the voice was male but it wasn’t as thunderous as Mahal’s voice was.

When I opened my eyes I found myself in a place I knew all too well.  The dark hallways but it’s structure was built more like a cave than a castle. Think of Thranduil’s home but instead of a tree-cave structure with natural tree sap giving light, this place was like an abyssal place and the only source of light came from the strange unearthly glow from the ceiling above.

I stood before a large throne and sitting upon that throne was the Keeper of the Dead himself.  He was a very tall man stood about as tall as an Ent, snow white hair (as white as the two streaks in my own hair) could be seen from the hood that was kept over his face.  His eyes ever glowing like Cain’s but instead of a comforting starlight color, there was a bit of a coldness in the darker blue his eyes glowed.

He wore a circlet of silver that held my Celestial symbol of a circle with a line going downward representing the soul.  On his fingers he wore silver claw-like rings that almost made his fingers (especially his index and tall finger) look like sheers about to snip out the last thread of your life.  And to most that would see him for the first time, they’d be either shocked or horrified to see that where his feet would be, was nothing but a whisp of his long robe.

“We finally meet face to face at last, Hela Celestial of mine and my sister’s creation.” His voice was both stern yet solemn as he looked down upon me.

“Lord Mandos.” I greeted as I fell to my knees in respect.  Being the Celestial of Death and asking for permission to allow the souls of both Men and Elves to enter my body to speak in the world of the living, I’ve had many spiritual encounters with him.  Asking for permission to allow the families of the living to say their final farewells and not be riddled with guilt or regret.

But this is the first time I’ve ever truly seen him in person with my own two eyes.

“Being with my sister has allowed you to riddle the guilt that has weighed upon your heart. And now at last, the time has come for us to finally meet face to face.”

“She told me you would help me better understand my powers of the Dead.”

“Yes. Both my sister and I created you to be the barrier between the seen and unseen world. A power such as that can easily be corrupted which is why when Ajak knew a Celestial of Death had to be created, she was informed by me that there could only be one.”

“Because of what Sauron can do?” I asked.

“Melkor’s lieutenant proved my doom of the powers of the Afterlife. While you have proven that it can be used for a better cause, there is still the threat of what he has obtained. And what he almost obtained from you by being a spirit.”

“I wish I had gone to you for guidance more often as a youngling. I was so shamed and afraid of my powers that I was too weak to go against Sauron’s spirit.”

“Sauron is powerful. Though not as powerful as his predecessor, he is a threat whether in his physical form or spiritual. But that is why you are here now.” I looked back up at him.  “It will take many long years, many years of meditation and spiritual training, but I will mold you into the Celestial you were born to become.”

His hand slowly reached out for me and his tall finger touched my forehead while his index finger came over my heart and I was met with flashes of a vision.

A bright light surrounded me and as I squinted my eyes I saw a silhouette of a woman.  Her arms extended outward and I could see the shape of some sort of headdress over her head in the shape of what looked like an M.  Her hair went all the way down past her back but came down in waves (even more than Galadriel’s hair).

I couldn’t see the woman’s face but there was this strong pull that I felt with her as her silhouette continued to hover over me like a shadow.

‘You will become. The Celestial you were always born to be.’ Mandos’ voice once again rang through my head.

I shot up feeling cold and wet coughing and spurting out water. I felt hands on me and I thrashed around but when I saw that it was Cain at my side he told me.

“Easy little sister, easy. It’s okay. Breathe, deep breaths.”

“Cain?” my voice came out in a hoarse croak.

“I take it you saw them?” He asked me.  I nodded as he helped me out of the water.

Back at his cabin, I held a cup of tea in my hands and had a plate of deer meat and green apples for my meal.

“He—showed me, a vision of something that hasn’t happened yet. I—I don’t know if it was me or…..but there was this pull that the woman had incredible power.” I told him.

“And what of Lady Nienna, what did she show you?”

“She took me to the halls of Mahal. And Mahal actually granted me passage into his realm. And that’s where I saw……” I stroked the beads of both Fili and Kili.  “They forgive me Cain. Even in their final moments they never once held any hate or regret towards me.”

“They are your little brothers Hela. And anyone who is lucky to see you as their sister, shall never harbor any hatred towards you.” He said placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.  “And by learning to forgive yourself, you’ve taken the first step into healing.”

“Aye.” I said with a firm nod.  “Fili was right, I cannot allow their death to be the reason for my pain and suffering. I am allowed to feel sad for them, but I cannot let their death consume me. Like I’ve allowed many other of my friends and even our kins fall did. That’s how Sauron has the advantage over me.”

“I hope you’re not suggesting you ready to take on Sauron now.” He teased.  I snickered and playfully shoved his arm.

“Not in the slightest. I’m nowhere near ready. I only mean I’m not gonna let him have the upper hand by using those that I’ve lost against me.”

“Spoken like a true Celestial.” Cain softly praised as he leaned his forehead against mine, our noses brushing against each other’s.

In the months that followed Cain helped me regain my physical strength back as well as a better understanding of our kins powers thanks to his knowledge from the sliver of Ajak’s spirit that is used as his eyes. He was both a firm but wise teacher who took no mercy when needed, but was also a guide to help me perfect my fighting skills.

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The Sun & The Dragon | Fili x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request "I can't say that you don't mean nothing at all to me" with fili please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Your family has always been a close ally to Thorin's, yet its you and Fili who take allyship to another level.

: ̗̀➛ n/a

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Your gaze was heavy as it settled upon Fili; he was sat by the edge of camp by himself, sharpening one of his knives as he hummed an old song in Dwarvish. You listened closely to the tune coming from the back of his throat, slowly inching and crawling towards him every now and then, wanting to hear more of whatever song was in his head.

He seemed to notice, shuffling over slightly so that there was room for you beside him; to his right, as always. You were always on his right-hand side, just as he was always on your left.

You moved a little closer still, finally able to put your head on his shoulder for a moment as you watched his deft and careful hands sharpen the blade with expert craftsmanship; more than highly trained and practiced enough to be a master of it.

You watched with a great yet tender curiosity, your eyes never leaving his hands in the slightest; how his thick fingers seemed to work separately from his body, as if his muscles instinctively knew what to do. You envied it, really.

Even with years of swordsmanship, you could never be a master of your blade the way that he was; a sword passed down for generations through your family that lit up red when wielded by those of a certain bloodline.

A sword that even Thorin knew the name of and dared not to utter it for fear of saying it wrongly around you; he held great respect for your bloodline, and would never seek to offend you. Your family had always been doomed alongside his own; tied for eternity.

Of course, he never pushed you and Fili together, he never intended for the families' ties to be bound that way, but he was glad of it nonetheless. Fili made you happy, and you made him happy. That was all Thorin cared about. An allyship meant nothing compared to that. Looking at you for a moment, Fili smiled, and gestured to the sword on your hip.

"May I?"

Carefully, you unsheathed the greatsword, and gently placed it in his hands with a nod. "Can you sharpen it for me? I feel as if its edge is becoming blunt."

He nodded, daring to steal a sweet kiss before he set to work on it. "It's a fine blade. You wield it well."

"Not as well as you," you admitted. "I can't even sharpen it."

"And I can't carve those spoons," he told you. "You do that for me, I will always sharpen your sword."

You couldn't help but to smile. "Of course."

"What's keeping you awake?" Fili asked softly, as if hesitant to find the answer after all. "Is it the war again?"

You nodded, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. "Isn't it always?"

"You didn't have to serve," he said quietly. "Thorin would have given you sanctuary."

You shook your head, hanging it for a moment. "My family always promised that they would fight for what was right. It had to be done. I was born to war, I do not fear it."

"Yet it never leaves you," he all but whispered.

You shrugged, daring to nudge him gently. "Yet I always come back to you."

Fili wanted to smile. His mind casting back to kind and sweet summers; running through the valleys of your homeland with you, listening to the dragon's tongue as it left your mouth in great and powerful songs that left his chest feeling swollen and warm.

He did his best to try and remember those songs, always finding himself humming them as he sharpened his blade. He hummed as he nodded. "And I will always come back to you... I can't say that you don't mean nothing at all to me, you will always be everything to me."

"You are the sun under the mountain," you murmured proudly. "Destined to be with the guard of the dragon."

"Always," Fili told you. "There is no one that I would be happier to be destined to be with."

You rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the horizon. "What of the hobbit?"

"What about him?"

"Do you think he will last?" You asked. "He isn't exactly... you know."

Fili hummed, tilting his head to the side slightly so that it was against your own. "Gandalf told me that hobbits are full of surprises. I suppose he'll be fine."

"I can't protect him," you whispered.

"You don't have to," he pointed out gently. "I will be here every step of the way, as will Kili and Thorin. You will not fight alone, my dragon."

"Sunshine," you murmured. "You know what I mean."

"Aye, I do," he hummed. "But you will not be alone this time. It isn't like the war. I promise you. You will not fight alone, ever."

You sighed, relaxing a little as you closed your eyes. "What was that song you were humming a moment ago?"

"Didn't you recognise it?" Fili asked, almost hurt at the question. "It's one of yours. The one you always used to sing when we were in the valleys, you used to say that it kept the red dragon from waking up."

"I didn't, but I suppose I didn't hear properly," you admitted. "I haven't heard those songs in so long..."

"I am sorry," he whispered. "I know how much your people mean to you."

"It's alright," you reassured. "Perhaps, soon, we will hear those songs again."

"I'm nearly finished with your sword," Fili admitted. "Would you like me to show you how to sharpen it?"

"Don't be silly," you chuckled. "I like it when you do it. You always manage to get it just right."

Fili smiled, letting the greatsword rest on his lap; it looked like an ordinary blade, silver in colour with a leather-clad handle. A small inscription near the base in the dragon's tongue; an ancient binding spell that kept it within your bloodline. Yet the second your hand made contact with the handle, the blade burst into a bright red colour, almost as if it was on fire.

"Is it alright?"

You nodded, kissing his cheek sweetly. "More than, thank you, darling."

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my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

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[itsfeckinwimdy]

Helpless

Fili x Reader

Reader Pronouns: n/a.

Prompt: A carrying a stubborn B back to bed after they find them trying to be productive.

Word Count: 597 words

Warnings: Ill/sick reader, references to vomit, references to marriage.

Translations: amrâlimê - my love, ghivashel - treasure of all treasures.

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Published: 19/02/2023

It wasn't as if you were dying. Not at all. It was just a cold, that had knocked you off your feet for the last three days and left the healers worried for you. Just the usual cold.

Being cooped up in your room was doing you no good, so here you were, hidden away in one of the libraries of Erebor alongside Balin. It was one of the few places that were a, near to your room, and b, where you could find some peace away from the entourage of guards following you. (In reality, it was only two, but being ill tended to make you even more overdramatic.)

Scrolls of plenty were laid out on the desk in front of you, having missed many lessons with Balin regarding the history of the Dwarves, you figure it was the least you could do to catch up again. The stubbornness of the older was apparently no match for your own that day, namely because he saw how tired you looked once you had seated yourself at the table.

You wouldn't end up coming the to realisation that Balin had only conceded in the argument to keep you in place so that he could send for Fili until a day later at least.

The door to the library flung open

"You couldn't just stay in bed resting, could you amrâlimê?" The question came from a certain blonde prince who had once again to his uncle's dismay abandoned his duties. It wasn't like there was another heir to the throne who usually slacked off to spend time with a certain elf.

Kili could suck it up for one day.

Arms grabbed you, lifting you up and out of your seat and into the arms of your prince. He adjusted you slightly, hoping that you weren't too uncomfortable or that you wouldn't do something stupid like roll out of his arms only to meet the stone floor underneath you. Not like he was speaking from experience, definitely not. He nodded to Balin as the old dwarf smiled in return.

"Make sure they get some rest lad," Balin called as Fili carried you away. He shook his head, turning back to the table you were sitting at, now having to clear away the scrolls you had out. At least you hadn't regurgitated over them. That was a blessing.

"Fili," you whined, annoyed that he was taking you away and back to rest. You did your best to focus on him but found that sleep was taking over your mind. Maybe you shouldn't have left your room?

But you would've gone insane spending another full day doing nothing but sleeping.

"Sometimes ghivashel," Fili began, lightly kicking the door to your room open, and then shut again, "I wished I hadn't married someone so stubborn."

He rested you back on your bed, letting you sit up leaning against him, "But then I wouldn't have fallen for you ghivashel."

He sighed to himself, looking down at your tired form. This cold of yours was really taking a toll on your body. He could only pray to Mahal that you would get better in the coming days.

"Promise me, you'll let yourself rest?" Fili asked, hand reaching up to twirl the marriage braid and bead between his fingers.

"I'll try," you murmured back, looking up at him, eyes locking with his, "As long as I'm not bored to death by then."

A resounding chuckle left Fili as he placed a kiss on your forehead, knowing that was the best answer he would get from you.

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[sotwk]

Intruders (Fili x OC fanfic, first of series)

Summary: During their sojourn at Rivendell, Fili makes the acquaintance of an elf-maid who is surprisingly familiar with the ways of Dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Company however, he is less enchanted by and more suspicious of this mysterious stranger.

Part One of a planned series about the relationship between Fili x OC elleth, called "The Only Gold".

Word count: 2.3 k 

Pairing: Fili x FemOC (2nd Person POV)

Content: Prelude to romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, The Hobbit events, Dwarf shenanigans

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For @fizzyxcustard, the first Durin (Thorin) writer to befriend me on Tumblr and who introduced me to the wonderful community of Durin stans! My first foray into Erebor is rightfully dedicated to you. Thank you for being such a supportive mutual to me and others in our orbit!

The Only Gold

Intruders

Third Age 2941 June

Imladris, The Last Homely House

It was difficult to decide which amused you more: observing the Naugrim in their merrymaking around the fire, or listening to Lord Lindir’s anguished groans over their antics as he stood in secret watch right next to you. 

“I suppose tomorrow this courtyard shall have to be scrubbed as well,” the elf-lord muttered, his dark eyes scanning the blobs and heaps of food scraps that littered the normally pristine white flagstones of the circular portico. “Tis a small mercy that the Nindari fountain already empties and cleanses itself, otherwise…” He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he cut off his own frustrations. “Forgive me; it has been a long day.”

You rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Do not be so troubled, my lord,” you said, careful to whisper despite the small risk of your voice being heard over the cacophony of laughter and singing. “From my experience, Dwarves mind their manners well enough to clean up after themselves, no matter how terrible the messes they like to make.” 

“I shall have to take your word for it,” Lindir sighed, with a grimace that indicated he remained entirely unconvinced. “What odd little creatures they are! They seem to actually revel in chaos and noise and sheer tomfoolery. And from what I understand, these are not only grown males of their race, but some are also members of Durin’s royal house!”

After a while, the prim elf-lord fell silent to watch you watch the company of outsiders, and soon he picked up on the delight shining from your eyes. 

“How similar are they to Dwarves you have previously engaged with?”

His innocent question called a flood of deep memories to the front of your mind, and the mirth on your face wavered. There was no way for Lindir to have known the specifics, and if he had, his impeccable manners would have restrained him from even broaching the subject. But your most recent experiences with the Naugrim had been filled with mourning and loss and anger, of old wounds that still ached to be soothed by happier remembrances.

“They are the same people, but these are very different circumstances.” You turned back to the gathering and smiled at the scene they created, just a group of kinsmen sharing an evening repast, dining in little more than their underclothes and even less care or concern. "I very much prefer seeing them in this light."

Lindir sniffed at this but refrained from verbalizing further disagreement, as your fondness for Aulë’s Children had become all too apparent. 

After you declined the elf-lord’s offer to escort you back to the main house, he took his leave, with a parting reminder to 'be careful'. It was hard not to feel disappointed at your friend's unrelenting distrust of the Dwarves. Lindir was far older than you, and much wiser in all other matters, but in your heart you were certain his disdain was founded on hearsays and ancient prejudices. 

“Oi, Bombur! Maybe you should get off that table, I can hear the joints creaking from over here.” The shout, though spoken with jest, also carried a command behind it, a tone you often heard being used by members of your family. “If we break one more thing in this fancy-pants inn I think that butler’s head might explode.”

More than the Dwarf's tone, it was his voice itself that captured your attention, that spurred your steps forward so you crept closer for a better view. You scanned the gathering of bearded faces, one by one, but unless that voice spoke up again over the raucous din, it would be impossible to identify the owner with certainty. 

But you knew that voice. You knew not for sure from when or where, but you had heard it before, speaking to you, addressing you by name, stirring up emotions deep within you like the early rays of spring warming the frosted earth. 

The clear sound of cracking wood startled you, and yanked your gaze back to the sight of Bombur, the very fat dwarf, falling smack on his bottom and then toppling on his backside on a pile of broken oak. Your lips twitched and your eyes wrinkled at their sides, but it was the unbridled howls of laughter from the other dwarves that released your own laughter from your throat--a high, delighted giggle that was shamefully loud to your own ears. 

“Shh! Did you hear that?” A voice--the voice--cut sharply through the merriment. It lowered into a menacing growl, suddenly shifting to their ancient mother tongue. “There’s someone out there.” 

* * * * * 

Fili grabbed the knife closest to him, resting atop the pile of his belongings, and darted across the courtyard in the direction of the sound. Kili leaped up to follow his lead, and behind the brothers a mad scramble ensued as some of the others hurried to join in pursuit. 

It was easy to spot the intruder descending the pathwalk that connected their lodging to the sprawling gardens below. The tall, hooded figure had the nerve to walk calmly in their retreat, as though they cared not if they were caught or had no fear of being apprehended. The mark of an elf for sure, Fili thought, and a rush of anger within him hastened his pace. 

“You! Stop!” he shouted, and was so surprised when the stranger complied so quickly that he skidded to an abrupt halt himself. Kili ran hard into him, nearly knocking him over, and there was much grunting and yelping as the rest of the dwarves similarly struggled to keep themselves upright. 

“Who are you?” Fili demanded, raising himself up to full height and straight posture, but mindful enough to keep his knife sheathed at his side. This elf was nowhere near as tall as the riders who had accosted them at their arrival, or even the ones who had attended them at luncheon. Even if they didn’t have him outnumbered, the dwarf was confident he could take him down on his own if necessary. 

“I am a friend, Master Dwarf,” a soft voice spoke from underneath the hood. 

Next to him, Fili sensed Kili shifting his weight uneasily and heard him grunt, “Fili.” The elder Son of Durin at once knew his brother’s thoughts. That voice sounded female. This realization cooled his ire, but just barely. Danger did not recognize gender, he knew that from experience. 

 “A friend would not lurk in the shadows to spy,” Fili said darkly. “A friend would not retreat and skulk away like a thief in the night.”  He took a heavy step forward. “If you are what you say, then prove it and show your face."

A tense silence followed the dwarf-prince’s command. The collective disquiet palpable from the companions that surrounded him only fueled Fili’s irritation. Above all other emotions, he detested cowering the most. Durin’s Folk shrank before no one, no matter whose land they stood on.

At long last, a pair of slender white arms emerged from the folds of the stranger’s cloak, and two hands lowered the velvet hood. Cries and mutterings rose in a sudden tide around Fili, while his own voice failed him completely. It wasn’t until his lungs sucked in a starved, desperate gasp that he realized even breath had temporarily deserted him. 

None of their company, save perhaps Thorin and Balin, had had much contact with she-elves prior to the quest, but when they finally encountered some of these females at the Lord of Rivendell's table, they fairly matched up with the descriptions from the Dwarrowdam tales. This particular creature that stood before them now was unlike her unremarkable kin, and surpassed everything Fili’s elders had taught him to expect. 

It was her hair, above all else, that surely struck the Dwarves with greatest amazement. The color of the purest molten gold, it crowned her fair head and flowed freely down her shoulders, shimmering in waves of glorious light. It was such a sight to behold, so alarming in its unexpected beauty, that Fili dropped his gaze, momentarily doubting whether it was even safe to look upon it. 

Those standing closest to him literally bowed their heads in reverence. Ori and Dori went so far as to bend fully at the waist. Glorin choked on what sounded like a sob, while Kili found actual words to exclaim: "My lady!"

“My lords,” the elf-maid spoke again, high and clear as a wood thrush. “I humbly beg your pardon; I meant no offense by my presence.”

The sweetness that flowed from her polite words continued to charm his companions, but Fili refused to give in to the confusing swirl of emotions that crested within him, not even when her gaze turned at his utterance, again challenging his ability to breathe. “Why were you watching us?”

He felt a fist jab him on the back. “Nadad,” Kili hissed through gritted teeth. 

“It is a fair question,” Fili declared. He felt his boldness grow the longer he persisted. “Their king assured us we would be safe here, but how are we to trust that?” He turned slightly towards his kinsmen as their native Khuzdul rolled from his tongue. “Can you not see that ever since our arrival, they have been trying to uncover our secrets?!”

The only response he received were vague mumblings from dazed faces. Eyes glazed over in dopey trances seemed to pass right through him, listless and unseeing. An orc pack could have descended on them and hacked off some heads before anyone could mount a defense. 

“Stop gaping at her!” Fili snapped at them, tugging hard on his besotted brother’s arm in particular. “You’re falling prey to Elven sorcery for all we know. Don’t let yourselves be lured under her spell!”

“If I were as devious as you claim, Master Dwarf, then why should I admit to understanding your words perfectly?”

The maiden’s silvery voice speaking the guttural tones of their secret language in perfect fluency dropped upon the group like a hammer’s blow. Suddenly the lot of dreamy gazes morphed into expressions of shock, followed by anger. Even a little fear, which overtook any control the dwarves had over their better senses. 

Defensive instincts escalated to bellows of outrage, and hands rose in aggression, hands which unfortunately still clutched a menacing array of weapons. Brandishing his own dagger, Fili saw the elf-maid take a step back, and her withdrawal stirred a new emotion above the conflux in his chest: shame.  

“What is the meaning of this?!”

All heads turned in the direction of the booming shout, and they saw the Master of Imladris coming up the path in furious strides. The sight of him alone caused the dwarves to immediately lower their weapons, sheathe them, or hide them behind their backs. 

Lord Elrond cast a swift, rebuking glare over the gathered dwarves before planting himself between them and the elf-maid. He cupped her face between his hands and quietly spoke to her in indiscernible Elvish. She whispered back with downcast eyes, appearing to Fili almost like a child chastised. 

"She spies on us!" Gloin's temper erupted at the most convenient time, and Fili found himself relieved that someone else was speaking up to argue for their side.

"This is her home, Master Gloin," Elrond responded sharply. "Where you are the visitors. We practice great tolerance in Imladris to make allowances for cultural differences. But I will not abide the harassment of anyone, least of all my kin."

"Enough of this foolishness!" The next rebuke came from Gandalf, who suddenly materialized behind the elves, and looked twice as infuriated as Elrond. “It is one thing to practice table manners differently from the Eldar, but even Dwarves should know how to show a lady proper respect!” He pounded his staff on the ground, silencing any further attempts at protest from the dwarves. 

The wizard then turned and gave a sweeping bow to the elf-maid. "I beg your pardon and understanding on their behalf, dear lady, and offer no poor excuses.”

Fili was no longer surprised when the golden-haired lass smiled brightly at Gandalf, as one would at an old friend. "My heart sings with joy to see you again, Mithrandir."

The rest of their conversation continued in rapid Elvish, leaving the dwarves to cluster together and grumble and mutter in their own separate group. For his part, Fili did not have anything else to say, for he felt oddly weary. He did not even notice the elves had taken their leave until Thorin arrived, demanding explanations, and Gandalf rejoined them to resume the heated discussion about everything that had transpired.  

Fili broke away from the squabbling noise of the company to seek out the departing lord and lady. He spotted them leaving the path to go back up into one of the great houses on the other side of the roaring falls. From so far off he could still see the elf-maid’s golden hair gleaming, its ethereal glory undiminished in the evening shadows. Bitter regret bloomed in the pit of his stomach when she finally vanished from sight.

"I…I know her.”

Fili spun around and saw Bilbo standing a few paces away, staring thoughtfully into the darkness. How much the hobbit had seen of the entire episode, and how long he’d been lurking there, it was always hard to tell with their sneaky burglar. “What are you talking about?”

Bilbo scratched the side of his face, his nose scrunched up in his musing. “That elf-maid. I’m quite certain I’ve met her before. There cannot be many like her running around Middle-earth, and certainly not visiting the Shire."

“The Shire?!” Fili grabbed Bilbo’s arm and dragged him further away from the rest of the company, and out of the notice of his uncle and Gandalf. “Tell me,” he ordered the bewildered hobbit. “Tell me everything you know about her.”

To be continued...

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