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littlemessyjessi · 6 months

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"The Divine Bond" : A Kili Durinson Fiction

Kili Durinson Imagine

Warnings: Arranged marriage themes. Past violence/abuse. Also, just middle earth in general. That's kind of a clusterfuck in and of itself. AFAB Reader. Fem Reader. Past heartbreak. Concept of soulmate AU if you will though it's not referred to it as that. Bagginshield. Post BotFA. Everyone. Fucking. Lives. I have chosen to sheild us all from THAT particular trauma.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own the main characters and Tolkien's concept of middle earth. I do however own this variation of reader and my writing.

Two dark eyes stared out into the distance.

Dark eyes that were normally big, sparkly and all but chocolatey in their gaze.

Not today.

Today, there were dark and stormy and full of resentment.

A fierce glare that, admittedly, lost a bit of it's severity due to the contemptous pouting mouth that lay beneath it.

Today Kili was supposed to meet his intended.

An arranged marriage.

It was unheard of among dwarrow because they all firmly believed that they had a true match.

Their One.

Fili was no different in this belief.

The difference lay in the fact that he believed that title belonged to a red haired she elf.

Tauriel, Mirkwood's Captain of the Royal Guard.

She was not.

There had been curiosity, of course.

Attraction even.

From both parties.

But in reality, perhaps more than anything, there was simply solidarity in the fact that the both of them felt lonely.

Elves only truly love once.

Dwarves are no different.

And it is so absolutely divine that neither question it.

Of course, there was always the option of them choosing one another anyway.

Were it not for the fact that Tauriel had found her own.

An elf in Rivendell with " …eyes like spring and a smile of pure sunshine. she's as bright as starlight, Kili." as she'd put it.

Kili had tried to be happy for her.

He had.

He tried to be a good friend and be supportive.

But it had killed him inside.

He'd been heartbroken and jealous and…. stupid.

Today's meeting wasn't exactly his first go around with an arranged marriage.

He'd initiated it in the first place.

The first with a dwarrowdam from some distant kingdom.

Kili, assuming that he'd just watched his One fall in love with another, resigned himself to the possibility that he would just fade away and as such, told Thorin that he would offer his hand in marriage to someone suitable as long as it provided thriving trade options for Erebor.

In truth, it was one of the most political, level headed and responsible things Thorin had ever seen from his youngest nephew.

Though it still did nothing to keep his heart from shattering as he looked at him.

Thorin knew very well what it felt like to be at odds with your One… as he stupidly made it that way with Bilbo most of the journey to reclaim Erebor.

And he also knew what a dwarrow looked like when they found their One.

And Kili did not look like that with Tauriel.

The lad had a love and got his heartbroken.

While still valid, Thorin knew that this would be a whisper in the wind if Kili was ever blessed to find his intended.

However, he seemed bound and determined to seal his fate all in the name of Erebor.

Or spite.

Thorin couldn't be sure anymore.

The last time they'd done this, it was later found out that the dwarrowdam had been abusive to Kili throughout their entire courtship.

She'd played the part well and no one had been wiser.

And whether it was that Kili would never raise his hand to a woman or perhaps he was delusion in thinking that he somehow deserved this… he refused to retaliate.

It had only been when Fili noticed new battlescars all over his brother that things had come to a grinding halt.

Kili hadn't seen battle in nearly five years and no amount of sparring or training would've produced that.

The only thing that had kept Thorin from executing her on the spot was the fact that he'd come to know her mother and was assured that just consequence would be done upon her for the rest of her wretched existence.

And also because Bilbo asked him not to.

Thorin had been in a rage over it, declaring that they would never go through with it again.

Yet a year later in a drunken fit of misery, Kili took it upon himself to make a royal degree and sent out the bloody invitations himself.

Honestly, after word of the last one spread… barely anyone responded.

Though there was one.

A distant kingdom of creatures.

The Felinites of Bast.

Supposedly, lay in the far south, secluded in the desert rested the Mighty Queen Sehkmet and she had a daughter who was willing to meet with him.

Queen Sehkmet had written back.

The deep blue ink along the parchment telling him who it was long before he was ever given the letter.

'Prince Kili,

We have recieved your invitation to council over courtship leading to a future union of Erebor and Bast. I have discussed this with my daughter, the Princess and heir. We have decided to accept and will be travelling to Erebor soon to discuss further matters.

Highest Regards,

Queen Sehkmet of Bast'

However, now that the day had come and Kili was no longer in a fit of drunken despair … he was sorely regretting his decision to not just let things lie.

Apparently, the regret seemed to roll off of him in waves.

"Kili."

The deep, rumble of a voice was undeniable and he didn't need to look to know that Thorin had joined him as he stood there staring at the clouds.

It wouldn't be long now until they'd arrived.

Already, word of strange caravans approaching had spread to Dale and into Erebor.

"Kili, you don't have to do this." his uncle sighed. "No one will think less of you."

"I will marry her." Kili sighed. "It will be a good step towards security for Erebor."

Another sigh.

"Kili… Erebor is fine. It grows prosperous every day. We've enough wealth in this mountain."

"The kingdom from where she hails is known for their impressive spices and dye powders. That could be very useful to us." the young prince said. "According to Ori, that is not all that seems to be abundant in Bast. There is a lot to be gained from this, Uncle." "Yes, Kili, but this does not have to fall to you." Thorin said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "An agreement could still be achieved without a marriage."

"It will be much easier with one." Kili countered. "Besides, this could further future endeavors with Mirkwood. Her people, they are weavers and have been known to work with spiders. I can't help but thinking that could be useful and if they were able to minimize the situation in Mirkwood, Thranduil would be in our debt."

Thorin was impressed.

He was saddened that his formerly jovial and lighthearted nephew had taken to looking at things so clear cut… but he was still impressed with this level headed diplomatic opinion of his.

"And if they can solve that issue and we are on better terms with Thranduil then we stand to gain from a possible trade of textiles with not only Mirkwood but perhaps Rivendell." Kili said, glancing at his Uncle's curious expression. "I understand that spidersilk is both incredibly strong and extremely luxurious. Now, I can't say that I found the experience luxurious when we were dangling from it in the forest. However, it was strong enough to hold dwarves… and we're heavy. From what I gather, it does take certain skill to both calm the beasts and work with the byproduct. If an agreement with the elves were to be reached over the passing of mithril and spidersilk we would, and pardon the butchery of this but, have them by the balls. For those two items, we could demand just about anything."

Thorin was passed impressed.

He was just plain proud.

He clapped his hand on his nephew's shoulder making a ghost of a smile appear, "I had no idea you'd put so much thought into this."

Kili nodded, "There's too much potential gain for Erebor for me to worry about a little marriage getting in the way."

And Thorin's smile fell again.

"Well, we will meet with them and if you decide that it's what's best then we'll continue. However, if not, you need only say. There will be no grudges and I will work tirelessly to achieve your goals in any other way." he said. "I'm serious, Kili. This does not fall to your shoulders."

The dark haired prince only gave a nod.

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When they came, they came in a rush to the senses.

Color, scent, sound.

The Felinites of Bast were a sight to behold and that was undeniable.

Music carried on the wind long before they reached Erebor.

It echoed from the city of Dale.

Caravans turned to boats as they crossed to Erebor and soon those drums were thumping through stone as if the Mountain itself had come alive and it's heart was beating.

A group of people, thirty at best, were making their way inside after having been granted access at the gates by Dwalin and his guard.

They were a tall people, it would seem.

Not nearly so as the elves but only just.

The air was perfumed with spices and flowers as they came.

The starkness of the mountain split into as they glided through, the hues of their garb, glittering like jewels.

They were so foreign to Erebor and yet they seemed all at once it they were meant to have been there.

Queen Sehkmet was a mighty woman with a towering height.

Her skin was warm and bronze and decorated with painted shimmering golden markings.

It stretched over muscles that many a dwarf would envy.

Her hair was golden, braided into tight rows that fell over her shoulder and a shimmering crown that mirrored the sun set around her head like a halo or a lion's mane.

Her eyes were matching piercing gold surrounded by darkness.

All of those paled in comparison to the rounded golden ears atop of her head… and matching long tail swishing behind her.

She looked like a mighty lioness ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The Felinites were a people who walked the line between man and beast… and proudly so.

The Princess walked not behind her mother, but beside her.

Her hair was a mass of black, braided and drawn back into thick sections atop her head; bunched and banded to keep at bay with smaller banded sections of hair near her face.

Her crown was much simpler involving just a simple golden hoop at the back of her head that swooped down under her hair before resurfacing at the front in the form of two great horns shaped in such a way that they resembled the ears of a cat.

Her eyes were that of her mother's though they held not the darkness of Sehkmet's and while her mother's markings were golden, her's were simply white.

Her pupils were slanted, as were Sehkmet's, as were all of the Felinites.

Her gaze held the fierceness of her mother.

Though where there was ruthlessness in Sehkmet's … there was yet still a soft, awe of wonder in hers as she took in the mighty kingdom of Erebor.

Thorin, who'd been observing their entrance, reasoned that it was because the Princess was likely young and had yet to see much war.

"Welcome, honored guests of Bast!" the king spoke, a sudden regalness to his tone making his sister, Dis…. and almost everyone around him nearly roll their eyes and laugh at him.

Thorin hated the stuffiness of royal affairs… but he played the part none the less.

Queen Sehkmet bowed her golden head slightly, "King Thorin, thank you for your welcome. Please allow us to extend our gratitude of your generosity."

Thorin lifted a dark brow at her.

"We have brought gifts." she smiled, revealing a set of teeth that while beautiful… were very sharp.

She turned to the princess with a sharp nod.

Kili watched as the Princess turned to the others behind her and retrieved the first of what seemed many gifts.

The people of Bast scattered to gift each and every person in Erebor a gift from their homeland.

It mattered not how big or small, their status or class, everyone recieved a gift.

Kili watched as the princess approached the royal guard, dipping into a kneel before Dwalin who's eyes widened.

He took the glimmering pouch from her with less of a grumble than Kili had seen from the dwarf in a long time.

She approached the high court and kneeled again before each and every member working her way up the line to him.

She swept down again and presented him with a pouch that glimmered so brightly and fiercely that it reminded him of burning embers or perhaps a sunset.

Her hands bore the same mark as her mother.

Intricate details all in shimmering white paint.

Upon further inspection, he noticed that it wasn't paint at all but rather stained.

Was she inked or simply stained?

"Kili."

The bark had less bite than usual from Thorin and he tore his eyes away from her hands to look at his uncle who gave him a pointed look.

"Thank you." Kili whispered.

He started a little when her head snapped up to look at him, those great glowing eyes locking on his.

The slits of her eyes widened until nearly the whole of the golden iris was overtaken by shining black pools.

She turned suddenly to look at her mother.

Sehkmet's eyes, as if it were even possible, narrowed at her then at Kili before they slid to meet Thorin's gaze.

"It would seem, King Thorin, that the winds of fate have brought our people together." Sehkmet said.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Are your people familiar with the concept of the divine bond?" she asked.

"We don't call it that." he said. "Though, I understand what you mean. However, if that is what you're about to insunate then I suggest we take this meeting to a more private location at a more appropriate time. My nephew will not be -"

Though Thorin's words died on his lips as Kili's whisper seemed to echo over the entire room.

"My One…."

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Hello, loves! So I realize that this is a big fat cliffhanger. It's meant to just be a cute if not angsty little Kili work. However, if you DO want to see more about Kili and this mysterious Princess, I would absolutely love to write more about them! I just didn't want to throw out a bunch of new stories at yall if you weren't interested. I hope you DID enjoy and I would love to know what you think!

All my love,

Kenny

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laneynoir · 1 year

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Consider: Fili and Kili singing "Agony" from into the woods.

#and Kili has to be repunzels prince bc shes #'When the one thing you wantIs the only thing out of your reach #When the one thing you wantIs the only thing out of your reach #cause tauriel is tall #and killi is... not #AGONY~#FAR MORE PAINFULL THAN YOUUURRRRSSS~#kili #fili #the hobbit #fili durinson #kili durinson

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fili-urzudel · 5 months

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

13. Sitting together

14. Handholding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

31. Stargazing

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

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

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

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k

Moonrise - Fíli Durin x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course I will."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We did it," you whispered.

"Yeah, we did."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then it's alright, I suppose."

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

"Sly fox."

"Coin pincher."

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

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

You gasped. "Leading to a secret doorway?"

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

"That's extraordinarily thoughtful of you."

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

"Perfectly suitable for me," you told him.

"Good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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missiemoosie · 2 years

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Chapters: 36/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Bilbo Baggins/Bofur Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins, Bofur (Tolkien), Original Hobbit Character(s), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Adventure, Humor, Slow Burn, Friendship, Family Feels, Canonical Character Death, Heartbreak, Bilbo's a worrywort of a dad and rightly so, Took blood is a pain in the ass, Fili gets more 'screen' time than Kili, Thorin is a Softie, Original Character(s), Lost Love, Overprotective Bilbo, not all adventures are fun adventures, Book verse and movie verse, Accidental Boffins Summary:

Bilbo had raised his daughter to be a proper, respectable Baggins: Polite, friendly, a good cook...But, like her father, she had Took blood running through her veins that left her quietly wishing for some sort of excitement to happen in her life. When Thorin and his Company arrive at Bag End, she gets her wish and signs a contract, becoming the fifteenth member of the Company. But she soon learns that not all adventures are fun and games like the fairytales Bilbo read her as a child--some are dangerous, frightening, and heartbreaking.

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lordoftherazzles · 2 years

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BETWEEN VICES AND VIRTUES ↳ NOW ON AO3

It has been such an honor to work with @mysandwichranaway for @tolkienrsb this year! It is my first year participating (as well as Sandy’s) and I couldn’t have asked for a better turnout! Sandy has done a handful of wonderful pieces for this fic, but check out the initial art that won my heart → Slide #63

King Thorin Durinson has only held the throne for a few months after the death of his greedy predecessor. When Shire Inquiry journalist Bilbo Baggins is brought in to observe a meeting of powers, it's quickly made apparent that Thorin's sheltered and strict lifestyle has him completely disconnected from those he rules, as well as his family. It's up to Bilbo to show Thorin that the world is worth exploring and that not everything is as it seems.

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Gandalf, Dis, Fili, Kili, Thorin’s Company, Bard the Bowman, Thranduil Word Count: 40k

“Sorry! Sorry, I meant to be here sooner…” “What is this?” Thorin grumbled low, eyes practically piercing holes through the new face who’d so rudely interrupted a heated conversation–which was probably for the better. Someone who was not of a leader's role, or anything Thorin recognized for that matter, but there was something about him that kept Thorin’s gaze fixed on him. “Ah, Bilbo Baggins! I was wondering where you’d gotten off to. My friends, this is Mister Baggins from the Shire Inquiry, he will be observing and reporting on today’s meeting.” Thorin’s eyes narrowed even more as the curly-haired fellow, Mister Baggins, was taking his seat and sorting out the mess in his arms. “Do you have a watch, Mister Baggins?” The mountain king asked with an arched brow, earning the newcomer’s perplexed stare. “I–yes, why?” “One might think such a meeting of great importance would spur punctuality instead of finding that retrieving an iced latte from Valarbucks as being a greater use of your time.” There was barely a beat of silence as the words had left Thorin’s lips before the newcomer opened his mouth with that tone of false niceties escaping it. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s yet to have his coffee this morning,” Bilbo grouched before promptly taking a sip of that oh-so-important latte of his and earning a few stifled chuckles from the table. Except from the head of it.

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tetchy-frog · 1 year

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Day 17 of Doodling Tolkien!

Low motivation day, so here’s a lil Kiliel doodle whilst I battle it out with the next comic page!

They go to the same music school, and Kili is head over heels, completely inconsolably, wretchedly crushing on his stand partner.

She thinks it’s funny :P

I have another doodle started of two nearby violinists, which happen to be one concert master Legolas Greenleaf and 2nd chair 1st violin Fili Durinson, and their mutual revulsion (albeit for different reasons)

#the hobbit #thorin and company #fanart #the hobbit au #the hobbit philharmonic au #the hobbit kili #kiliel #tauriel #I’ve just resigned myself to being pants at tagging #side note I headcanon Fili as asexual and possibly aromantic?#so you’ll be seeing that at some point #also yes at some point fili and Legolas are gonna have to battle for first chair #partially due to fantasy -but not fantasy cuz it’s a human modern au but still fantasy because Erebor isn’t real- racism #and partially due to them both actually being wicked good

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incognito-princess · 5 months

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Things I know for certain about Kili Durinson

from the exact minute that he grew 1 cm taller than Fili he started introducing Fili as his 'little brother'

Kili has zero physical/touch boundaries. He still crawls into his brother's bed on a snowy Sunday morning (or during a thunderstorm). He dances with his mom in the line at the grocery store. He hangs over the back of this uncle's boardroom chair in the middle of important negotiations. Handshakes with the other members of the company- oh no! He kisses them right on the mouth. PDA with Tauriel? As much as she will allow.

especially after he gets together with Tauriel, Kili is the most amazing wingman- Not just for Fili, but for Ori too. Constantly walking up to beautiful people saying, "HAAAVE you met my friend Ori?"

Do criticisms about his relationship with Tauriel bother him? NOPE! They don't even register with him. It's like a foreign language that he can't even hear the phonemes of.

horrible habit of getting the giggles at the most inopportune times.

#the hobbit #kili #fili #thorin oakenshield #dis

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bluebellhairpin · 1 year

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Kili "Aren't you going to search me? I could have anything in my trousers" Durinson

#if tauriel didnt want him i am waiting with open arms #he and his big brother could ruin me #FILI AND KILI AT YO SEEVICE #nemos thoughts #the hobbit #fili #kili

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littlemessyjessi · 6 months

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My idea for the Princess and Queen Sehkmet in the Kili Durinson fic, "The Divine Bond".

The Princess

Her mother, Queen Sehkmet.

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If you want to see more of this ficlet, please let me know! I have plenty ideas regarding the romance between Kili and the Princess as well as delving deeper into the mother-daughter relationship of Queen Sehkmet and the Princess.

Love, K

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#kili #kili durin #kili durinson #fic: the divine bond

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laneynoir · 1 year

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Kili and Tauriel: Baby Fic + Interrupted Declaration of Love

This sounds impossible even for me, so I think I owe you an apology. XD Let it die in your Ask Box if it's too hard. Bahaha.

@sotwk Thank you so much 😊

Me the instant I noticed your ask:✨ I N S P I R A T I O N ✨

No really, thank you for being my first ever request Nanath 🤗

Word count: 1677

Kili Durinson, Prince of Erabor, beloved by his people, and Hero to half of Middle Earth, hates babys.

...well prehaps that was a bit dramatic. Kili, at this moment, harbors no significant love for this particular baby.

Sighing heavaly he glances down at the fuzzy red ball of fluff that is Bomburs child, the pebble really isn't a bad kid, usually, and he could hardly be blamed for teething, but really did he have to do it on the first night that Kili had free?

The prince had had plans After all. Perfect plans, he'd made sure of it. Nothing was going to go wrong.

Kili feels as if he can hear the Valar laughing at him.

He raises his eyes as the graceful form of his beloved ducks back into the room, oh that we could be somewhere else, without a baby. But Kili is an optimistic sort, he hasn't given up hope compleatly.

He's mostly just perturbed that the hour and a half of sitting with Bilbo has gone to waste. They had put so much thought into the plan, every detail ironed out, he'd even gone so far as to bribe Nori into using his spy network to get flowers.

But fate never wanted to give the poor prince a break.

A sneeze brings him back to the present and Kili makes a sympathetic face at the child, pointedly ignoring that his Royal Public Relations Tunic now has baby snot smeared accros the front.

Kili is not above taking some pleasure from imagining Balin's face when he descovers this little fact.

Smiling softy as Tauriel begins humming an elven song, he chides himself for mentally complaining so heartily; after all, Bombour could not be blamed for his cousins untimely labor.

True to the costumes set forth at the fist births, all family members over the age of five, were to be near when a new relative was brought into the world, thus when Lady Elberdeth's water broke a half month early, no time could be spared to finding another caretaker for the one-year-old.

Bilbo would have done of course, as would any of the company, but sadly they all had prior engagements. Bussinous in Dale was what detained his family Thorin as king, Bilbo as consort, and Fili as crown prince, had all been called away to a meeting who's date had been agreed upon weeks prior.

Kili had been grumpy at them a mere five seconds when he'd caught Bilbo's dismayed expression and forgiven them all imeadiatly.

Bombour's tears of gratitude when Tauriel had offered to whatch ober the baby may have been a comtender twords that as well, and really no one could be upset at the large dwarf for long regardless of any circumstance.

The child's breathing slows to a steadier rythym as he desendes into sleep, though Kili notes that his mouth is still open, his nose compleatly blocked up.

When the Pebble is laid down in his parents' bed -head elevated- Kili alowed himself to collapse into a chair in the parlour. "I find myself exhausted." He is delighted when Tauriel rewards him with a sift version of her musical laugh.

"Indeed, I shall never say aught agaist the patience of dwarves, that master Bombour and his One have done this four time before" Kili winces in agreement, he find himself sure that he could never find the willpower for it.

And Kili has alot of willpower.

The evidence of which is sitting across from himself, looking like a painting as she reads a book. After all, his uncle is not oberly fond of elves, dealing with them was a chore, allowing one to live in his kingdom? Unthinkable.

Kili and been hard put to make the elven maids case, he blames it on Thorin's then wounds, and Bilbo's minesrations that the efforts had been successful at all.

Not to say it didn't take longer than he'd wished, in the end it had taken a total of nine arguments to convince his uncle, the last of which finally pushed his alowence.

"Uncle please!-"

"No! Kili! How many times must I reinforce this? I will not have an elf living within our halls, she has no reason.".

Kili resists the urge to rip his beard out. "Tauriel has been banished, was banished because of her efforts to assist us! Is that not reason enough? Were we not exiles of our own country so long, have you already forgotten?"

Thorin runs a hand through his hair, wincing at rhe pain the movment brings. "Kili..."

"No! It is no differant! She saved my life AND Fili's if you'll remember."

"I am not saying that we do not owe this elf a great deal," the king concedes, allowing a flash of hope to pass through Kili. "But that is not the same as allowing an outsider into our home."

Biting back his anoyance in what Killi feels is a great exhibition of maturity, he responds as calmly as he can manage, "Bilbo stays." Thorin's facial expression shifts rapidly at the mention of the Hobbit and Kili bites a smirk back. "His ears are rathrer pointed, are they not?"

"That is not-"

"Hmm, yes, they are. I supose you'll be packing him off as well? Cant have outsiders in our midst" Kili is being manipulative, he knows it, but he has grown tired of arguing with his uncle and is unashamed of using the poir burglar against his -obviously love struck- uncle.

Predictably, Thorin bristles instantly bristles. "Master Baggins has not been an outsider for quite some time-"

"And why not?" Kili's reprochfull frown is evident to his uncle, who in return sighs wearily.

"Has he not done more for our people than can ever be repaid? Treated us as his own, when we- I had done nothing to deserve such treatment?"

"Uncle you prove my point for me, you've yet to give Tauriel even the slightest chance, just as you once did Bilbo! You grew to regret that choice, would you repeat it here?"

Thorin raises an eyebrow. "I doubt that my feelings for this elf will ever mirror those I harbour for Bilbo?"

Kili's nose srunches at the mental image. "Mahal, no uncle. But what you feel for Bilbo I do for Tauriel." His words are quieter neer the end, this he had not told anyone so far, though he knew Fili suspected.

Thorin's eyes widen a fraction. "You mean to say-"

Kili grabs his hair in his own hands. "YES, uncle Thorin, I feel it, Tauriel is my one." When he raises his head Thorin sees the unshed tears in his eyes, "every hour I am away from her it pains me, worse the this accursed stab wound"

There were more words spoken after that, but Thorin was convinced, and spent the next few months urging Kili to confess to the elven maid.

Sterling himself, Kili reaches the desision, if Tauriel had any though of returning his feeling surely she would not refute to acknowledge them only because of the less than glamorous surounding-

"Kili are you well?"

The youngest Durin is yanked from his thoughts he the lovely voice of the Eleth. He blinks owlishly in response, confusion evident.

That beautiful laugh escapes from her lips again. "You've been staring at me for some time Kili, my guess would be around seven and a half minuets."

Kili grins sheepishly. "Apologies," Tauriel smiles her forgivness. "Only... I wish to tell you-" a cry picks up in the next room and both of them shoot to their feet, runing to the bext room.

After the child is clean, dry, and back asleep, Kili meanders to the kitchen, pleased to find a suitable snack to share with Tauriel.

This is of course, an innocent snack, not a tool of procrastination nor an excuse to be close to the elven maid. Not at all.

By the time the last of the pie has dissapreared, Kili has once again gathered his courage and speaks; "Tauriel I wish to-"

A thump is heard, Tauriel and Kili exchange glances before racing once again to the crying child's aid.

The child who seemingly had a death wish, as he had rolled off the bed and -being a rather plump child- had gotten stuck betwixt the bed and the wall.

Twenty minutes later he is back asleep and there is once again peace- but Kili has decided not to trust it and goes to open his mouth emidiatly, but is cut off before he can begin.

"Kili I wish to speak of a metter of great importance"

The tone in the elves voice sends a jolt of panic through the young dwarf and he swallows thickly before gesturing for Tauriel to continue, dreading what her words may be.

"I wish for you to know that I harbor romantic feeling for you, and should like very much if you would allow me to court you."

Kili stares a moment, then stares some more. Then he blinks three times in rapid succession.

Tauriel twists her hands nervously in her lap before withdrawing a small box from the flods of her tunic. Opening it allows Kili to see a beautifully crafted crafted pair of beads, each made of onyx with petrified wood inlaid.

Suddenly a near-hysterical laugh echoes throughout the room, and Kili is shocked to realise it has come from himself.

Slapping a hand over his mouth he reaches into his own pocket to withdraw a box similar to Tauriel's, opening it to reveal two beads of his own. Crafted from jade, they are made into the appearance of leaves.

To his relief Tauriel catches onto the irony of the situation, and begins to laugh as well. After a moment Kili calms himself enough to ask; "May I braid your hair Armariline?"

With a smile that makes Kili's heart sore, Tauriel nods. "If you will allow me the same honour?"

Kili agrees instantly, and moves to his love- right at a cry rings throughout the space once again.

ONCE AGAIN- thank you so much Nanath! I would have no courage to post this but I'm doing it anyway! (Seriously though, I saw this ask at 2:43 am, its now 3:21. No quality here)

#oh heeby jeeby #i hooe this isnt to terable #please be forginving #my fic #writing #asks #answers #tauriel x kili #kili x tauriel #bilbo baggins x thorin oakenshield #(background)#og geez #*shrivles up and dies*#the hobbit #is ashamed of me #bagginshield #kili #kili durin #tauriel

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snarkymonkeyprime · 2 years

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This gun be gooooood. :D

“The Lonely Mountain has long been a source of legend and adventure,” Bilbo began, stepping out from behind his lectern. The group he had with him consisted mostly of his nephew’s friends and a few stragglers. He tried not to be disappointed. After all, this wasn’t his usual class. He taught at the university, ushering in new students of history with his Introduction to Historical Preservation. This lecture was purely for his own enjoyment. That anyone even cared to listen should have been a point in its favor. Still, Bilbo couldn’t quite fathom why more people weren’t eager to hear about Erebor’s history.

There’s so much to learn! He sighed inwardly. The battles alone should have pulled more than its share of followers. In this modern age, however, such things were largely left to the academics. Typical. He wasn’t necessarily annoyed by that; Frodo and the others did appear to truly love his tales of treasure and adventure. Simply a shame that no one else appeared to give a rat’s arse. He smoothed his waistcoat.

“In fact, there is one very specific treasure that has eluded most over the centuries.”

“The Arkenstone!”

Bilbo twitched and held back the glare. Ah. Kíli. Of course he’d know of it; it was a Durin family legend on top of all else. He gave the grinning dwarf a half-hearted smile and gestured. “Precisely. As the legend goes, King Thror discovered the gem deep in the heart of the mountain. And overcome with possessive greed,” he began, voice low and dark as he hunched over, fingers twitching, “he took his gem and disappeared into the winding tunnels that thread throughout the mountain.” He straightened, grinning. “They claim, if you visit the mountain on the first moon of autumn, you’ll hear him grumbling as he wanders deeper and deeper into the mountain’s belly.”

Kíli’s hand shot up. Bilbo held back the frown. Kíli wasn’t even a student at the school any longer. He now attended university but Bilbo knew he’d stayed close friends with Frodo and Sam. Given the holidays approaching, it was likely he and his brother Fíli were home for that very reason. No wonder he was now haunting Bilbo’s classroom.

Bilbo sighed, though with affection. “Yes, Kíli?”

“My uncle says it’s all hogwash.”

He sniffed at the young dwarf. “Your uncle is a philistine,” he muttered. Of course Thorin would say that, the dwarf lacked even a rudimentary imagination. His interactions with the dwarf had been brief but memorable. A complete stonewall. However, the Durinson family itself was old and spread throughout much of Erebor and the neighboring Shire. King Thror’s throne had long been overthrown but remnants of the family remained; though none of the title did. And the longer a family existed, the more likely legends erupted.

He’s simply a bitter old sod who wishes he could be king, Bilbo mused, considering. That likely wasn’t fair as his interaction with Thorin had been little more than a scrap of paper; other than complete rudeness, he had no idea what Thorin was like. But, he’d run across more than a few in his time of study. His graduate focus had always been the history of Erebor; he’d read through enough diaries and private correspondence to know that a great number of dwarven families lamented their fall from grace.

He smiled at Kíli’s confused look. “Legends do have a kernel of truth, Kíli. The Arkenstone itself might not exist, but King Thror did. As did his mysterious disappearance.” He shrugged. “Can you say with certainty that it wasn’t due to the Arkenstone? Can your . . . uncle?”

Kili shook his head. “He has King Thror’s old crown though. Or mum does.” He slapped his brother on the shoulder. “Fili, who has that old thing now?”

The blond dwarf shrugged. “I think mum uses it to hang the house keys from.”

For a brief moment, Bilbo thought he might actually have seen King Thror’s crown. Hearing that it was used as a wall hook of all things, dashed that quickly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a headache beginning to build. “Kili, that’s not likely. As I said, King Thror vanished. With, I might add, his crown?”

“Oh.” He frowned. “Hm. I’ll have to ask Uncle Thorin then. I thought for sure he had some stuff.”

If he did, he’d hoard it like those books. He scowled then. Thorin Oakenshield. DI Thorin Oakenshield. While he’d not had the misfortune of meeting the dwarf face to face, he’d already long decided he’d had enough of him. On top of that, the dwarf had distanced himself from the Durinson line with that silly surname of his.

Pretentious. He winced inwardly. Ah, that might be too much. I suppose I can’t fault him, he admitted. I’d likely try to divest myself of a similar family shadow.

Had dwarven royalty survived, Thorin – or a close family member – would likely wear Thror’s crown. The lineage was tricky to trace but Bilbo had done a fair bit of work on just that. It was how he had come across Thorin’s name more than once. And, how he’d come to learn the Detective Inspector was a surly git who refused to aid a historian.

Could have granted me access to his family’s library but no. It still rankled. The Durinsons – and by extension, Thorin – retained one of the most intact libraries of genealogy. However, when he’d approached Kíli’s mother Dis, she'd reluctantly told him to go through her brother, Thorin. And the right honorable Detective Inspector had refused to even return his calls. Going so far as to send a terse note stating in no uncertain terms that said library would remain closed to Bilbo.

He clapped his hands, dispelling the sour mood that had begun to build in him. “No matter. What Thorin thinks is hardly relevant,” he pointed out. “Too much of Ereborian and Shire history is still untapped. Think of the mounds of treasure likely beneath our very feet,” he stated, stamping one foot on the smooth tile floor of the classroom. “The old dwarven halls, left to rot in shadow and webbing. Even the hobbit holes, buried and abandoned. To act as though nothing surprising continues to exist is, well, ridiculous.” Like your uncle. He beamed.

#dang i'm on a tear #bring out your dead #bagginshield #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield

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