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shiinata-library · 2 years

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Imagine: Bees’ fear

How would Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo, Dwalin, Ori react if they found out you were afraid of bees?

Note 1: I’m not an English native speaker so there are probably mistakes. Note 2: It’s the first time I wrote with Dwalin and Ori, I hope it’ll be alright!

Thorin

You tried to hide your fear of bees during the whole quest. Thinking nobody could realise it, you were pretty proud of you, and to your surprise, there weren't as many bees in Middle-earth as you thought. After the Shire, you never saw one. Your meals and your walking were so peaceful that it was strange, but you were thinking the other lands may be not conducive to their development.

The thing you didn't know was that Thorin always made sure to put himself between you and a bee as soon as he saw one, or to push you slightly away from it without you realising it. He still remembered when he had discovered your fear of those tiny animals: you had closed your eyes tightly as you had remained motionless, waiting for it to disappear at some point.

He never said anything about this. Until Beorn’s house. The house with a lot of animals and giant bees.

If Thorin already heard you yelling because of goblins or orcs, it was nothing compared to the cry you made when you woke up alone with a giant bee above you. Between its size, your waking, and the unknown place, your (stupid) instinct, you couldn’t help but yell.

The surprise continued with the sudden arrival of Thorin, almost breathless, in the room. The giant bee left the room, more scared than you.

Your scared eyes, shining with contained tears, stopped him from thinking. He just ran to you and took you in his arms. His chest was hard like a rock, but his warm coat and his scent calmed you immediately. Your heart took a few minutes to calm down, until you realised you were in Thorin’s arms.

“I-I’m sorry, I overreacted! I’m okay, i-it surprised me…” you said as you placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him because of your embarrassment.

“It’s okay to be afraid,” he said in a calm voice as he stroked your back. “From now, I will be with you when you wake up. Nothing will scare you.”

From that moment, Thorin got into the habit of sleeping next to you. Even in Mirkwood, even in Laketown, even in Erebor.

Fíli

Even though you know the benefit of bees for the environment – and for honey, you couldn't help but be tense when one of them was flying near you. And of course, they were everywhere in Middle-earth!

“They may often be around you because you smell as good as a flower,” Fíli said one day when you were alone with him in a forest as the sun started to set.

Thorin had asked for you and Fíli to bring kindling for Gloín’s fire, so you were both alone in the middle of a forest. No Thorin for ordering something, no Kíli for making jokes, or no Bombur asking for help for preparing dinner.

You couldn’t help but stop your moves when your cheeks stupidly blushed at his sentence. As you had your back to him, you tried to stay insensitive, not wanting to misunderstand what he said.

Staying insensitive is easy when there are no bees around you, but when a tiny one flew next to you, you couldn’t help but say Fíli’s name in an imploring tone, remaining motionless. With a few slow steps, he joined you and pushed the bee away. After a shy “Thank you”, you continued to search for kindling.

During the whole quest, you developed the habit of calling Fíli each time a bee was coming close to you. His help was so often that the other made fun of you sometimes, imitating your imploring voice. You let them do it since they were right. You weren’t proud of yourself, but he never complained, always walking quickly to you and saving you from the tiny thing.

One night, you were both on watch duty as you were sitting next to each other, whispering while everyone else slept. The moon was high in a sky without clouds and a light wind was blowing in the trees. A perfect quiet night.

“Can I ask you something?” you eventually asked as you smiled at him after a long discussion about an anecdote of his brother.

“Yes, you can. Anything you want,” he replied with a smile, making the braids of his moustache dance.

“Why do you never complain when I call you as soon as a bee approaches me? I must call you at least once a day,” you said as you looked at his smile widened.

“Because I love when you call my name in an imploring tone,” he simply replied without looking away, obviously proud of the effect his answer had on you.

Kíli

The first time Kíli saw you being afraid of bees it was in the Shire. They were everywhere! On each flower, on each tree, on each step you have taken! It was at the very beginning of the quest. Just a little cry of surprise – alright ‘of fear’, when a bee approached you as you were on your pony. You almost fell from it and it didn’t escape Kíli’s notice.

Since then, not two days went by without him pretending to have seen a bee, making the sound of a bee, or showing you one near you.

It was tiring and not fun. Even his uncle scolded him about it, but he continued.

“You’re stupid and I hate you!” you ended up exploding after a long, tiring day. “You know what, don’t approach me or talk to me again!”

You left him alone, surprised by your reaction, as you joined the camp without any woods you were supposed to bring. This evening, he searched for woods alone as his brother was with Thorin and Balin talking about the road.

Then, you kept your distance with him for days. He tried several times to speak with you but you ignored him. The whole company laughed about it, calling you ‘the sulkiest woman of Middle-earth’, and joking about Kíli’s grumpy behaviour.

However, when Bilbo and you discovered the trolls had captured the ponies because of Fíli and Kíli’s inattention, you had no choice but speak with him to plan the ponies’ rescue, which quickly failed of course.

After that, Kíli and you started talking again, as before. He apologised one last time and you finally forgave him. As you both spoke about what happened the day you avoided him, you realise you weren’t the only one to miss your chatting.

Your good understanding lasted until you arrived at Beorn, when you discovered Kíli’s fear for the giant bees. He avoided them, trying to stay brave, while you could almost see cold sweat on his face.

What could you do to make fun of him as much as he did to you? So many possibilities! Once you eventually found the good joke, you started it!

One afternoon while everyone was busy on their own, Kíli was sleeping on the ground at the back of the house. Laying under a tree, the sun didn't bother him to sleep, you could even hear him snoring. In the quietest way possible, you walked to him with a giant bee.

In conversation with Beorn, you realised these giant bees were harmless and they could even understand you a little. So you asked one of them to follow you to Kíli.

In front of him, you took your most beautiful voice to call him. After calling him several times as he groaned, he ended up opening his eyes. At the sight of the bee just in front of him, he froze. You never saw him so quiet, you even suspected he stopped breathing. Kíli only reacted when he heard you laugh as you asked the bee to leave.

Once the bee left, it didn’t take him a long time to understand you made fun of him, especially with your laugh echoing through the garden. “I promised if I catch you…” he shouted as he quickly got to his feet. Between your laugh and his sudden move, you stumbled over a root and fell to the ground. Kíli easily caught you. He lowered to the ground above you and locked your arms next to your head, as he used to do with his brother when they were young.

“Do you think it's funny?” he groaned, still angry with you because of his sudden, scary waking.

“It was very funny! If you could have seen your face!” you continued to laugh until his hands hurt you. “Ouch! Hey calm down, I’m not a solid dwarf like all of you! You’re going to break my wrist!”

His grip loosened but he didn’t move. He looked at you from above as his cheeks started to blush under his little beard.

You wondered how long he could have stayed like that if Thorin hadn't called him from the other side of the house…

Bilbo

It wasn't hard for Bilbo to understand you were afraid of bees. Still in the Shire, the journey barely started, you let out a light cry as you were sitting on the ground for lunch. At that very moment, Bilbo was just next to you. So it was impossible to hide it.

He looked at you with a gentle smile as he made it leave with a simple move of his hand, not even standing up.

“Do you have a superpower with bees? Do they understand you?” you asked, looking first at his hand, then at his face.

“A super what?” he replied with a questioning face as he bit into an apple.

You didn't try to explain him and preferred to change the subject, still impressed by him however.

After that, you decided to stay next to Bilbo when you were sitting on the ground. It was the safer way! And Bilbo’s company was always agreeable.

The rest of the journey was better now you knew Bilbo’s superpower. If we talked of bees, of course, not of goblins or orcs. You didn’t even know where he was when you faced the goblins. But for bees, he was the best!

When you spent the first night at Beorn, the company let you sleep the next morning as much as you want. The sun was already up when you felt something tickling your cheek. You first scratched your face before opening your eyes and understanding a giant bee just in front of you.

With a quick involuntary move, you hit the bee and it fell on the floor, not moving anymore. Your heart arched and you tried to think what you should do.

The solution was evident when you found it. You run to find Bilbo in the house until you find him outside talking to Balin. Without explaining anything, the little hobbit eventually followed you to the bee still on the floor, moving a little.

You let him act as he wanted and he found a way to wake it up and help him to go outside. Who knew that a little honey could save a bee?

Bilbo knew. After he brought out the giant bee and came back to you, you immediately hugged him. Surprised and embarrassed, he tensed before thinking you needed comfort.

“It’s fine. I don’t think another one would come in after what you did,” he said as he stroked your back.

“I’m sorry! And I thank you so much!” you said as you pulled back a little, your hands still holding his upper arms. “It was amazing! You’re amazing!”

Your enthusiastic words quickly made the little hobbit blush, or maybe it was your hands on him or your previous hug. Unlike the dwarfs, he had no beards, so you could see it easily, even if he tried to hide it with some nose moves and by offering you breakfast.

Dwalin

“Why are ye scared of something so tiny?” Dwalin asked as you hid behind him.

“I don't do it on purpose,” you replied a little too harshly.

You don’t want to talk about it, you want it to disappear. From your sight, not from this universe, you’re not a monster.

So you had hidden yourself behind the first person next to you until the bee’s sound went away, and the person in question was Dwalin. This big dwarf was a good shield for tiny things. Tiny or big, for trolls, goblins, or orcs, he wasn’t bad either!

But for bees, he couldn’t help but laugh when you were running behind him without a word until it left. Dwalin wasn’t the kind of dwarf to laugh, so you were surprised the first time you saw him smile after you thanked him for being your shield.

“At your service, lass!” he always replied with a smile before regaining his serious behaviour as usual.

You were glad to always have him when you needed it. He was a perfect shield.

When you arrived at Beorn’s house, you quickly noticed the giant bees. So you tried to avoid them. They were almost less frightening. Almost. Until you went on a walk and you found several of them around you, gathering pollen on flowers. They hadn’t noticed you, but their sounds were scary. It was nothing like the discreet sound of tiny ordinary bees.

You tried to keep you calm but the anxiety made your heart beat so hard that your eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming. The ultimate solutions were to yell Dwalin’s help or to run away, but afraid like you were, you just closed your eyes and remained motionless.

Bees’ sounds were everywhere until you felt something in front of you. Your fear made you hesitate to open your eyes, but at the sounds of the bees moving away, you eventually opened them.

The back of Dwalin was just before you. The strong back of your shield was protecting you.

You let your head fall on it, tears running over your cheek with relief. Dwalin immediately turned to you when he heard you. You hit his chest with the little strength you had as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Are ye ok?” he said in a worried voice.

“Why did my shield take so long?” you said, hitting him once again.

“I’m here, and I’m sorry. Yer shield was looking for ye in the wrong place,” he said as he stroked your back. “I promise ye it'll never happen again.”

Ori

Bees used to scare you when they were near you. If they were far enough away to not hear them, it was fine. So you used to look around you when you were sitting on the ground, maybe a little too much.

“They don't go out at night,” Ori said with a shy voice as he was sitting next to you. “You won't find any insects like bees or wasps at night. I read it in a book when I was young.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, full of hope. “I never think of it, but you must be right. I never saw any of them at night.”

“If it can reassure you, bees almost never attack someone. It’s very rare, I’m sure you will never be attacked if you do nothing to them,” he said with a comfort face’s expression.

“Do you promise me?” you asked seriously.

“Oh, hm, yes. I promise you,” he replied in a hesitant voice but still with his nice smile.

This was the first of many conversations with the shy dwarf. He always taught you something that calmed you down when you were scared. And in this quest, there was enough to be scared of!

Even at Beorn, you weren’t so afraid of the giant bees. You were almost used to them. Then, one nice afternoon, with the permission of Dori and Nori, you went for a walk with Ori in Beorn’s territory. You both were sure you would be safe here, so you took your time. And the time always passed quickly with Ori because you always found good subjects to talk about.

In the middle of the afternoon, you took a break near a river under a big tree. As your head leaned towards the water to refresh your face, you heard a light but loud cry from Ori. You ran to him as fast as you could and saw him shake his hand. In front of him, you wanted to take his hand but he stepped back. Looking more panicked than him, he tried to reassure you but it didn’t work.

“It was just a bee that stung me. I didn't pay attention and put my hand on it when I wanted to sit down,” he explained as you were more and more worried.

He couldn’t tell you he was watching you instead of paying attention to the ground. Between you and the ground, his choice was easily made.

“You promised they never attack!” you exclaimed in a louder voice than you wanted. “What if you react wrongly and die? What if you lost your hand? Your hand Ori! What if–”

“M-my hand is fine,” he cut you off in a calm voice when his cheeks were red from your sudden over-attention to him. “I have never read that a dwarf died because of a bee. I’m sure Oín can help me with that easily. D-do you want to come with me?”

Of course you were coming with him! You will help Oín as much as you can! The scribe dwarf will need your help for a long time before he can use his hand!

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guardianofrivendell · 2 years

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So I’ve been throwing up all night and day, to the point ever water makes me sick and I just wanted to feel some warmth, how would the company react to a sick modern-reader?

A/N: Since I was stuck on every other WIP I had (joy) I opened this request again in search of something else to write. I felt like the company reacting to a sick reader has been done so many times, so I didn't really know how to write this while still being original. I figured I'd do it headcanon style, because people seem to love it when I do that. Besides... laughter is the best medicine right? Although I haven’t made that many jokes in this one, I’ve been a good girl :)

Requested: well yes, there is an ask at the top of this post isn't there...? @that-teen2003 this one's for you

Warnings: mentions of being sick, throwing up (non descriptive), awkward dwarves, everyone brings out their inner Dori at some point, green (both the word and the colour)

How the Company Reacts to a Sick Modern Reader

it's not like you were doing it on purpose, getting sick

even though most of the Company thought you were at first

the Dwarves weren't hostile towards you but they weren't exactly friendly as well

you couldn't blame them since you kind of ambushed them, appearing out of nowhere

popping into Middle Earth straight from The Modern World™

you gave each and every one of them a heart attack

a lot of high pitched shrieks were heard when you fell into their midst

none of them wanting to admit you startled them

insisting it was you who had screamed like a little girl, not them

extra deep and low voices and rumbles for a few days after

even if they agreed to take you with them, planning on leaving you at the first human settlement they passed, it didn't mean they were happy about it

you weren't exactly a useful addition to the Company

no battle experience

no fighting skills

hardly any strength compared to theirs

no beard

no equipment or weapons, not even a blanket or an extra pack of clothes on you

you were wearing sandals for Durin's sake, having to stop constantly to get little rocks, pebbles or twigs out of them

questioning but mostly disapproving looks about your choice of wardrobe

which was a shirt with shorts, and the sandals

tHe sANDALS

"I was enjoying my day at the beach, it's not like I planned on ending up here!"

but Dwarves are Dwarves, their hearts still in the right place

some might be a little off center but they're trying

everyone giving a few spare items so you were a little more protected against the elements

Nori giving you items you knew couldn’t be his

Ori starting to knit thick woolen socks to keep your toes from freezing in the mountains and a scarf to match

but it wasn’t only the elements you were struggling with

it was also the food, or the lack thereof

surviving on meager portions of stew every single day while hiking non stop took a toll on your body

really bad

as if you weren’t a burden enough

not your words

you heard the mumbling and complaints about you slowing them down

so you decided to be helpful and look for edible plants to get some extra vitamins in, trying to recall your biology lessons on how to recognize poisonous plants and flowers

you were over the moon when you found some kind of plant that looked pretty similar to green cabbage

the Dwarves were a lot less enthusiastic when you showed up with your arms full of the greens, refusing every bit you tried to offer them

“I don’t like green food”

“If it’s green it’s not meant to be eaten”

“Please tell me there’s meat on the menu as well”

cheering when Fíli and Kíli showed up with their hunted prey

smug little bastards

too stubborn for your own good you refused the meat and munched on your green cabbage leaves instead

it tasted horrible

your stomach seemed to agree on that because the next day you were sick

we're talking stomach aches, fever chills, nausea, cramps

“ye look a bit green there”

cue boisterous laughing

encouraging back slaps from the dwarves trying to get you to move faster than your snail pace

most of them just found it hilarious you weren't feeling your best at first

“Told ya te keep to what Bombur made us, but ya wouldn’t listen”

but then you got worse and couldn't go any further

your legs felt like jelly and all you wanted to do was curl up on your borrowed bed roll and suffer in silence

some of them started to take pity on you and could convince Thorin to set up camp early

Oin gave you something to help your stomach and told you to go to sleep

but instead of helping, whatever he gave you made you violently sick

strong dwarven medicine isn’t meant for humans after all

you emptied your stomach in the nearest bushes, scaring most of the wildlife away and perhaps a few Dwarves too

they finally realized this was serious

the rough dwarven warriors turning into 🌈Care Bears🌈 almost instantly

they took shifts sitting by your side

each Dwarf trying to make you feel better in their own way

Thorin’s way of helping was stopping earlier that day to give you the chance to rest, he loudly declared that this was all he would and could give you

the extra blanket on top of you was his, he claimed not to know how it got there

his eyes constantly went to the side of camp where you were resting to check how you were to keep an eye out for orcs or other scum

Kíli and Fíli sat by your side together, one as calm as could be while the other constantly urged his brother to get Oín, because you shivered or you hadn’t moved for about a minute

“Kíli, they’re sleeping, of course they’re not moving”

Bofur took up his shift when a bout of high fever kept you awake, telling you stories about Ered Luin that were so fantastic and magical that you doubt they were true (they weren’t)

Dori of course had an absolute field day taking care of you, bossing everyone around (meaning mostly Ori poor lad), fussing over you every chance he got

Bifur gave you a miniature sculpture he had whittled while you were out the first few hours, the detail on it was astonishing

you loved it so much you kept it in your hand the entire time

Gloín gave you something similar to rusk, to try and nibble on it when you started to feel better, it helped his wife back when she was pregnant with his wee little son

“They’re not pregnant Gloín!!”

Balin told you stories during his watch, just like Bofur did, only he told you about Erebor and its marvelous architecture

you were fascinated at first, finally learning about the location the Dwarves were heading to - they’ve been rather secretive about it after all - but when he started on the history and kept reciting dates, you felt yourself dozing away

the next morning you felt a lot better

it probably just had been a simple food poisoning

(you should’ve known better than to eat random plants but curse your stubborn nature)

that night when Bombur made yet another stew, you kept your mouth shut and silently ate your portion

the dwarves fell back into their normal habit of teasing you maybe a little too easy

“Hmm, you know what this stew misses Bom?”

you stared at Bofur, who was grinning at you like a Cheshire cat - even though he didn’t know what that was, you realized - and you knew what he was going to say

don’t say it

don’t you dare say it

“Greens”

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potatothatcanwrite · 9 months

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~Arrows and Dragon Hide~

Kili Durin x [Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 1/?

A/N-this whole fic idea came to me in a chaotic ass dream, so, uh, ya. oh and the oc's name is pronounced (Eye-Jah)

Word Count- 1.3k

Summary- At the request of Gandalf, a dragon shifter joins the company of Thorin Oakenshield on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, talk of death and torture

Next Part

The night hung quiet and peaceful over the small town of hobbits, many of the locals already tucked cozily away into bed. But at the top of the hill, with an emerald green door, lay a hobbit hole with a winding trail of smoke rising from the chimney. Warm light spills from the windows as a limber, cloaked figure makes their way silently to the door with the small glowing mark. The well kept garden path was encircled by a small wooden fence, the wood remained unpainted but smooth. The gate slowly creaks closed, and the small path crunches beneath the boots of the mysterious figure. Raising a hand to the door the figure delivers a sharp knock, and the sounds of conversation and movement behind the firm wooden door quiets before a solitary set of footfalls approach the door. As the knob turns and the door swings open, a gust of warm air ruffles the cloak of the newcomer. A small hobbit stands in the open space, blonde curly hair ruffled. the figure bows, and with a slight lilt to her voice says, "Eyja, at your service, you're Mister Baggins I presume?"

Rising to meet the smalls mans gaze, the hobbit gives a small nod and shuffles back a step, leaving room for woman to enter the small entry room. Removing her cloak allowing her waved brown hair to fall free and the light from inside to catch on the rings of metal in her lip and ears, she hangs the dark fabric on the wall and lays down her long slender blade on a small chest.

The sound of voices comes from down the hall and as Bilbo moves towards the sounds of ruckus, Eyja follows on nearly silent feet. Rounding the corner, her gaze is met with 13 dwarves all laughing and shouting, and one taller man in grey robes.

"Ah there we are, Thorin, this is the shifter I was telling you about," Gandalf's calm voice drifts across the room and Eyja turns to see the wizard and the raven haired dwarf watching her, "Eyja, this is Thorin Oakenshield the King Under the Mountain." The dwarf nods briefly, as she bows.

"Your majesty." Thorin stands, and the rest of the group quickly falls quiet. Bilbo moves to stand beside the grey wizard as Thorin begins to detail the quest they will be going on, and how the dwarfs will receive no assistance from the dwarven kingdoms of their kin.

"We are here to collect a burglar, and a shifter to assist us in our adventure." Thorin's cool gaze drifts from Bilbo to Eyja, drawing the rest of the companies eyes to the two aforementioned people.

Gandalf clears his throat, and places a map upon the table, "The journey to Erebor will be long and treacherous, but with this map we will find a way into the mountain, where our burglar will be able to find the Arkenstone, and in the worst case scenario where the dragon awakens Eyja will be there to handle it quickly." Gazes travel to the woman in the corner, wondering how she would be able to best Smaug the Terrible.

A dwarf with a dark mustache, pipe and large hat raises his hand and interrupts the wizard, "Now, no offence lass, but how is that wee girl meant to kill the infamous Smaug the terrible, the greatest calamity of the age?" Eyja raises her head watching as Gandalf brings up his own pipe, taking a large puff before sighing, leaning back in his chair he begins to explain.

"Master Bofur, Eyja is a skin changer, one of the very few that still roam Middle-Earth, now shifters often turn into great beasts, but she can shift into a dragon large enough to rival the size of the one currently residing in your mountain." At those words all heads turn swiftly to the woman who stands in the corner, picking at her nails. The dwarf, that she now knows is named Bofur, nods and brings his pipe to his mouth.

The other dwarfs murmur to themselves about the newest information about the only female member of the company. Bilbo however speaks up from behind the monarch, "What were you saying about a dragon?" The fear in his voice is evident in the way it warbles a bit at the end. Bofur speaks once more, going into detail about Smaug took over the mountain years ago, leaving Thorin's people to wander in search of a new home, and how those who tried to fight against the beast were scorched beyond recognition, which all lead to the small hobbit fainting.

"Eyja if you would be so kind to carry Master Baggins to his bed, so he may recover." Gandalf's soft voice breaks the silence that followed the hollow thud of Bilbo's body hitting the floor. Moving forward the shifter swiftly scoops up the burglar and begins to wander the halls attempting to find the bedroom of the company's host.

The pitter patter of feet follow her down the hall and a tall dwarf with dark hair and a shadow of stubble begins to walk beside her before bounding ahead to look into rooms. Once the two successfully find the room, Eyja gently places Mister Baggins upon the bed and both the dwarf and the shifter exit the room. "I'm Kili," the dwarrow breaks the silence while they walk slowly back to the rest of the company, "are there many other shifters like you in Middle-Earth?"

Eyja smiles at the young dwarfs curiosity, turning her head to meet Kili's dark gaze she slows her pace even more, "There were once many shifters roaming the world, for we were here before all else, we lived as one with the land and we a happy people. We protected those who could not protect themselves. But now," She brings in a ragged breath, "there are merely two left." Her walk ceases and she turns to face the warrior fully, "When the orcs first came they killed many of the shifters, capturing the rest, as it brought them amusement to torture us in cages and chains." There is a sullen pause where Eyja's hand drift to the sleeves that cover her wrists, old pain swimming in her yellowish gaze. "As far as I am aware, only two of us were able to escape the painful death we would have received, me, and Beorn; a mighty man who shifted into a great bear. Once free of the orcs grip we separated to find hidden corners of the world where we could remain safe."

Kili stands across from the woman mouth open, eyes wide, he had never meant to bring up painful memories and now the shifters eyes darken with the memories of her past. "Forgive me, I never meant to-"

She silences him quickly with a wave of her hand and a dry chuckle, "It is no worries master dwarf, you had no knowledge of it, those are old memories that I must learn to deal with eventually." Her lips close, and her golden eyes soften, "Besides, it is aways nice to talk of the times before the orcs came." The two grow silent, a contented peace settling as they continue back to the company. Returning to the table, Eyja finds the dwarfs dispersed amongst the residence setting up bedrolls and beginning to relax in preparation for the long journey ahead of them. Though Thorin stands by the door speaking with an older dwarf with a long silver beard. Kili turns to the woman again face turned up towards her with a gentle smile playing on his lips,

"I am going to go find my brother, so until tomorrow madam shifter." he bows his head a little and his grins widens at Eyja's quiet laugh.

"Just Eyja is fine, goodnight to you as well Kili." Turning away from the dwarrow the woman wanders away in search of the meddlesome grey wizard who had summoned her to Hobbiton.

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theblogofdurin · 3 years

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Cloaked in Green | Chp.5: Cerulean

word count: 1,811

Edited 2/23/22

warning(s):idk correct me if I missed something

a/n: this was the hardest f-king chapter to write omg, lol I don't want to hear any complaints

Summary: L.D. is revealed

Official pairing: Thorin Oakenshield xFem!Oc

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Read here: Chapter 4, Masterlist

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All the dwarves cheered as they watched the three trolls turn to stone after Gandalf broke the boulder. I only leaned against the large stone, catching my breath.

“You’re late,” I spoke as I turned to face the wizard as he climbed down. Sheathing my sword, I moved out in between the hardened troll statues. Landing softly on his feet, he snorted playfully in my direction.

“A wizard is never late, nor is he early; he arrives precisely when he means to.” He grunted at me as he smoothed out his robes. Shaking my head, I was about to say a tart response, but my thoughts were interrupted by loud yelling.

“Ooi, get your foot out of my back!”

Dwalin's rough voice reminded me of the dwarves still on the spit. Rushing over, Gandalf and I quickly kicked dirt onto the embers. Stomping, I could feel all their eyes on me however, it did not bother me as it would most, probably

“Let me go untie the others and Gandalf will help get you down.” nodding slowly and staring eyes wide, they all looked a bit more shocked than I initially thought they would. Moving around to see the others, I noticed the same looks on their faces.

Pulling out the small dagger from my waistband, I crouched down next to Oin first, raising an eyebrow slightly. He nodded with a pinched brow, seeming to understand my silent question. Smiling, I grabbed the rope knot from around the opening of the bag away from his face, cutting it. Balin was the one who broke the silence as I moved over to free Bombur from his sack.

“You are no mere Ranger lass. " He said not in the form of a question but more as if stating a fact. I not knowing what to say, plainly nodded, cutting Bombur loose as I did. “But, how could you be-?” he asked questionably. I froze and raised an eyebrow at him...How did he...

“Your ring” he replied, gesturing his head toward my hand. I had all but forgotten the emerald ring on my thumb. The memory of when I got flashed in my head, causing the corners of my lips to tug slightly before I shook my head.

“Why am I not surprised that you’re the first to piece it together.” I moved over to grab the knot on his bag, freeing him.

“Piece, what together?” Kili asked as I grabbed at the knot on his bag. Balin chuckled as he kicked his bag away with his feet.

“So it is true,-” he stopped before he stopped to stare again, glancing behind me and Gandalf “So you are-” Gandalf, after helping the last dwarf, “Yes, you are quite right, Master Balin."

I rolled my eyes softly as I moved over to release Fili, he let out a laugh at my expression. “He forgets I can talk for myself now,” I explained.

I shuffled to Bilbo next and freed him from his bag, murmuring a small 'thank you' as I softly helped him up.

“But how?” Balin questioned Gandalf who only chuckled back. “Twins, Master Dwarf, a boy, and a girl.”

"Would someone please explain what in Manhal's name y'all going on about?" Dwalin gruffed as he pulled his fur coat back on. I heard murmurs from the others, agreeing.

Throughout helping the others, I managed to purposely avoid looking in his direction. Out of all in the company, Thorin’s reaction was the one I was the most unsure of. I feared that he would only resent me even more, for it was clear he didn’t trust me, and I don't blame him.

So fearing the worst, I turned to move toward the dwarven king. Still avoiding his gaze, I gripped at the rope like I had done with the others. However; I frowned when I realized his was a lot tighter than the rest. Putting down my dagger, I tugged and pulled at the rope with both hands, undoing to knot part way manually. I felt Thorin’s breath brush the tops of my fingers, holding in the shiver that itched up my spine. I kept my eyes focused on the bag.

“The most noble race of man”

I huffed at Balin's words causing several, if not every pair of eyes to fall on me. Finally, I just yanked tightly on the rope, causing it to rip apart at the knot.

“Only of the second age.” I corrected, as I moved out of the way to stand next to Gandalf as Fili and Kili went to hand their Uncle his outer layers of clothes from the pile the trolls had thrown together.

"Gentleman," Gandalf clapped a hand on my shoulder. "- let me introduce you to Aranea, daughter of Arathorn, Chieftess, and Lady of the Dúnedain."

Silence is a loud description term for what noise followed. The rest of the company just stared frozen in time. I was reluctant to hold their gazes, as I stared at the ground.

"You're a woman of the Númenóreans." I heard Ori breathe out softly, nodding, I looked up to see the same looks of shock, wonder, and mild confusion that usually fall on the faces of people when they find out who I am.

While I let them react to this information, I turned to whisper to Gandalf "When was the last time you've seen trolls this far south of the Ettenmoors." I eyed his face as it fell. "Not since an evil force ruled these lands.." We both stared at each other for a moment as we both stopped to process the information.

"That's what I feared." Twirling the ring on my thumb, I cleared my throat to easily speak louder for the rest to hear me. "They couldn't have traveled this far south without cover."

"There must be a troll horde nearby," exclaimed Dori as he helped tie Nori's booths. After that most of the dwarfs, along with Bilbo, left in search of the cave. Murmuring things of gold, weapons, and foul odor.

Fili, Kili and Thorin were still pulling on the rest of their clothes and sheathing weapons as Balin and Dwalin moved to stand in front of me and Gandalf. Balin is still staring up at me in amazement and Dwalin is only staring up in his normal intimidating glare but I swear behind his eyes there was some lingering confusion and...admiration?

“You have a brother?" Balin questioned, sighing and nodding I replied. "Yes, we divided our role when we became of age."

"Where is he then?"

"My brother is not my keeper, Master Oakenshield, nor am I his." I interrupted the dwarven king grumbling as I looked over at his face for the first time. Immediately his eyes softened and my heart rate picked up abruptly and it felt like my breath was knocked out of me. I struggled to move to my eye’s back to look back at the other two dwarfs in front of me.

“Aye Lass, we can see that, we all heard the tale of the Green Cloak.” laughed Balin, seeming to be all the more excited talking to me. “It's just I was believing that you had all died out in the war of Angmar.”

I shook my head trying to focus back on his question. “Nearly yes, but some of us were able to survive it.” Balin nodded, seeming happy with my answer.

“That’s wonderful news to hear,"

"So Lady is your birth title?" asked Kili, his eyebrow raised and he walked to join us, Fili falling in step behind him.

Again I nodded as I replied, "Yes and Chieftess or Chieftain is the title me and my brother share."

"Not King? or Queen?" Fili was the one to ask this time, causing me to sigh lightly at the number of questions. I always felt a bit silly answering this many.

"It's really just a title," I murmured again, ignoring the actual reason for the title. Gandalf gaffed at my wording, hitting my shoulder lightly.

"Being the rightful heirs to the throne of Gondor is not something to shrug off lightly." he scolded, I was about to say a nasty retort before another question was asked.

"You're Isildur's heir?" exclaimed Dwalin. Holding my glare on the wizard, I nodded silently, before looking down at the gobsmacked expression on Dwalin’s face. “My brother and I have both turned away from that path long ago.”

“And we didn’t shrug it off lightly either.” turning back to the old wizard, who flinched at my glare. "Chieftain or Chieftess was the title the Heirs of Isildur took after the Fall of Arthedain, during the war with Angmar." I turned and gestured small at Balin. "To answer your question-" I glanced over at the blonde prince. " there is enough of us left to have a grander title."

“WE FOUND IT!”

“IT’S OVER HERE!”

Hearing the shouts of Gloin and Oin, Fili and Kili's faces light up before they quickly head off toward the others, followed by Dwalin, who looked almost as excited. I felt Thorin's gaze on me, as I was turned around to watch the others run into the woods. I heard Thorin clear his throat before he spoke.

“Since you signed with the initials of your title, I see no reason to have to draw up a new one. Wouldn’t you agree, Balin.” snapping my head back to look at him, I saw that he was now avoiding my eyes as he was looking at his advisor, who seemed just as surprised as I.

“Aye, Yes.” Balin nodded quickly “I say everything still stands in order.” he smiled brightly back at him.

“Good.” looking back in mine and Gandalf’s direction, not raising to either of my gazes. “We better head over Balin before the others touch something they shouldn’t.” He was already walking over to the part of the woods the others were before Balin could even reply.

“Aye, yes we better.” before rushing up to follow his king with eyebrows raised.

Watching the two of them disappear, I looked over at Gandalf, seeing he was already staring at me.

“What?” I fidgeted

“The new king under the mountain took that better than I could have ever imagined.” he said skeptically. “He seemed quite fond of you.”

“Well I did save him and the rest of the company from being eaten. I say I be fond of the person who-”

“No that’s not it..” He interrupted shifting his staff to the other hand before leaning on it. “Honestly, I have never seen a group of dwarves act so nonchalantly about some stranger before this.”

“Well, I am not a stranger to them, really” I questioned him back, “We have been traveling together for 3 days.”

“Yes, I guess you are right.” he lowered his gaze before looking back at me. “I hope you forgive me for my earlier-”

I raised a hand silently for him to stop before I replied softly “Already forgiven my friend, now let’s go see what the others have found.”

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Give Us A Song - Thorin’s Company

Warnings: None, just some platonic fluff with the whole gang

Words: 1,038

Pairings: None. Thorin’s Company x Reader (platonic)

(A/N: Kinda a song fic, if you count a lil’ bop from Frozen 2 lmao.)

(Song: All Is Found by Evan Rachel Wood from Frozen 2.)

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As the company settled down in their little campsite for the night, Bofur heaved out a sigh.

“Are you alright, Master Bofur?” You spoke in a gently voice, concerned for the dwarf.

He turned to face you, sitting up that tad bit straighter. “Aye lass, I’m fine. Just a bit too quiet for my liking.”

“Why don’t you sing to us tonight? We know your singing isn’t THAT terrible.” You teased as you gave him your suggestion.

“I think the others have had quite enough of my singing, my lady.” He quipped as a playful smile resided on his face.

“Why don’t you sing to us lass?” Balin asked from his place across the fire.

You turned your attention towards the kind old dwarf and shook your head with a smile. “No, no, I’m quite certain the companies’ ears while be bled dry by the time I would finish any song I would sing.”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N, give us a song.” Fíli and Kíli spoke at once, almost in a whining manner, making you chuckle.

You closed your eyes and took a quick, deep breath before sighing and giving in to your companions’ request. “Fine. What would you all have me sing?”

“Maybe you should sing something that holds a deep meaning to you, my dear.” Gandalf spoke, holding his pipe that emitted smoke from both ends.

You smiled softly, knowing what song would be sung by you. “Okay. Although, I’m not certain that you may like it.” You gave faux warning as you flashed them a playful smile before it softened. “It will be a song from my people, from the enchanted forest that I came from.”

“We’re sure it will be great regardless of its’ origin.” “Bilbo smiled from his place beside you.

With that, you nodded and turned to look into the fire, beginning the sweet song your mother once sang for you as a child.

‘Where the north wind meets the sea,

There's a river full of memory.

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound,

For in this river all is found.’

They gaped at you in awe as your silken smooth voice carried throughout their small campsite, not one of them daring to make a single sound for they fear they would disturb the beauty they hear.

Images of your mother cradling your child sized body to hers in your body as she sang and combed her fingers through your hair. You smiled at the memory as the song continued its course past your lips.

‘In her waters, deep and true,

Lie the answers and a path for you.

Dive down deep into her sound,

But not too far or you'll be drowned.’

The usual brooding Durin heir had even set aside his stoic expression listening to the sweet sound of your voice. His shoulders slumped as he began to allow himself to relax. Balin had smiled as he noticed the change within Thorins usual tense stature.

Everyone was entranced by your song, not daring to look away as they somehow thought that will make them miss your melodic tune.

The tune so sweet, it neared the others to sleep, your voice lulling them by the second, although they refuse to give in.

‘Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear,

And in her song, all magic flows.

But can you brave what you most fear?

Can you face what the river knows?’

You though about the powers you possess, not differing much to Gandalf’s. Yours being more spiritual rather than the practical magic he produces alongside his knowledge, wit and charm. You revelled as you felt the similar sensation send a shiver down your spine.

‘Where the north wind meets the sea,

There's a mother full of memory.

Come, my darling, homeward bound,

When all is lost, then all is found.’

You hadn’t even realised that you closed your eyes during the final verse for as you noticed an orange glow shine that little bit dimmer. You opened your eyes slowly to be met with the company staring at you. You blushed from the number of eyes set upon your form.

“Wow…” Ori breathed out, followed by nods of agreement from Nori and Dori.

“That was amazing lass.”

“Beautiful.”

The compliments had continued to flow, forcing you to look down bashfully, a red as deep as the centre of the burning embers sat before you. “You’re all too kind.”

“I believe that it will be many years before that song you’ve sung for us tonight will leave my mind.” Thorin spoke, his usually icy, distant demeanour nowhere in sight, only a genuine smile upon his face.

You smiled and gave a curt nod to the dwarf.

“I think I’m going to sleep. Goodnight all.” Bilbo turned to head to his bedroll but spared a final glace over to you. “I hope we hear more songs from you along the way.”

Gandalf stood from his position against the base of the large tree. “I think we should follow Mister Baggings’ example and head to sleep.”

The others grunted and nodded in agreement, though their grunts had somehow sounded more cheerful. The thought alone made you giggle quietly to yourself. “I’ll take first watch.” You volunteered yourself happily, in a chipper mood from how calm the night has been.

“I’ll take the next watch after the lass.” Dwalin spoke and nodded towards you, making his own way over towards his bedroll.

As the others said their goodnights and well wishing of sweet dreams, you were left to seat yourself on the nearby rock, gaining some height for looking out for threats. You smiled as your mind wandered back to thoughts of your mother, your home.

Although it saddens you to know there is no returning for you, you still continue to smile as you’ve gained a new one after the tragic loss of your previous.

You brought your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs tightly as you gaze over at the sleeping dwarves, hobbit and wizard, smiling fondly.

“When all is lost, then all is found…huh…” You muttered to yourself, thinking solely of your newfound family. You were going to help them get back to their rightful home, even if it killed you.

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I KNOW the whole mother situation is practically the same from the second Frozen film but I prefer the second over the first immensely for some reason

And this song just hits right, yanno

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

I found this to be quite cute plus fun to write

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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A dragons wish Chapter 6

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The dwarrows hadn’t moved an inch since Bilbo had left the forges running after Ruby. They stood around the cushion-castle the little girl had built, like fierce guards made of stone, staring into space. He stopped, right in front of Balin, frantically trying to catch his breath.

“The… The dragon! It was huge. A gigantic beast! Even larger than I ever dared to imagine,” he huffed.

Instantly he had their attention. The dragon was real, and very much alive. A cold shudder ran down the hobbit’s spine. The whole situation had just drastically changed.

The eyes of the company simultaneously shifted from Bilbo to Thorin. The king hadn’t said a word so far, in fact he hadn’t shown any kind of reaction since the young girl had left them in a hurry.

“Thorin?” Balin tried it again.

He didn’t react, didn’t move. Thorin just stared into the empty hallway where Ruby had vanished not long ago.

Ruby!

“It has Ruby,” Bilbo whispered in horror.

Just now he remembered the clothes the dragon had in his massive claws. Looking up he could read the same horror in the faces of the dwarrows.

Yes, he was their king, and yes he had become a good friend for Bilbo over time, but his behavior was just too much!

Ori sat down next to him, taking a break from barricading the large entrance with massive boulders. The young scribe was by far stronger than he looked. When Bilbo had complimented him for it, Ori had only shyly mumbled something about having it inherited from their mother and that Dori was even stronger.

Glancing to the side he could spot a familiar book in the scribe's hands. The book he had received from Ruby. It was bound in leather and rather plain looking. There were no golden ornaments or embedded jewels on the cover.

Thinking back, the hobbit hadn’t seen any fancy jewelry or other valuable things on or near Ruby. The braids in her hair were held together by wooden clips and beads, she hadn’t worn any bracelets, rings or necklaces. Even her clothes looked rather old and had many patches and parts that were repaired.

“What is it about?” the hobbit nodded towards the book, watching the nimble fingers of the scribe caressing the worn pages.

“Stories, it seems, about adventures and magical creatures from faraway places. One is about a young elven woman visiting her grandmother in the dark forest. Sadly the grandmother had been eaten by a warg, which now posed as the grandmother to also eat the young girl. Luckily a ranger comes by, freeing the grandmother as well as the young girl. Which is highly unlikable, but still… I like the happy ending,” clutching the book even harder he stood back up, rejoining his brothers.

Bilbo was the only one who noticed the faint brushing of the young scribe's hands against the rough palm of the warrior as he passed by him.

Dwalin sighted. This was not what he had hoped for, not at all. Still, having the little scribe by his side gave him strengths to press on. With a last look on the youngest of the dwarrows he left the front gate to inform his king of the newly arrived visitor.

“Thorin,” upon entering the grand hall of the forges he noticed how the king hastily straightened himself, “we have a guest on our front door.”

Hope sparked up in the blue eyes, but almost instantly died down again as Dwalin lightly shook his head. Thorin’s head dropped, facing the floor. His hand clenched around a silver necklace of some sort, he continued to stare at the floor in front of him.

“Who is it?” Thorin managed to ask after a moment of silence.

The warrior tried to gloss over the amusement in his voice with a khoff. This was really not the time to laugh at the childish reaction of his friend. Still, seeing Thorin, king under the mountain, his brother in arms and on the battlefield sitting in the middle of a cushion castle, surrounded by fluffy blankets, soft cushions and pressing a vibrant pink, flower-shaped cushion against his chest, was rather unsettling and strange.

“Bard the bowman from Lake Town is asking for an audience with you,” the warrior simply answered.

Thorin didn’t react. He hadn’t really moved since Ruby had left and had holed himself up in the forges as soon as the devastating news Bilbo had brought them had gotten through to him fully. Even now he was only staring into the empty hallway, while his fingers fumbled with the strange silver necklace.

Dwalin sighted again. If he hadn’t saized command shortly after Bilbo had returned, who knows what would have happened. Sure, they all were shocked and devastated at the horrible news of the dragon returning and taking the wee lass with him, still, Thorin was their king, their leader. The warrior hadn’t seen his friend like this since Frerin had gone missing. Enough was enough! There was a pile of work left and Dwalin was rather sick of it.

“Thorin, you are my king and friend. I respect that you are…” not sure how to describe the sight he saw before him Dwalin coughed again and continued on, “You will come with me and if I have to drag you there myself. You ought to be king and welcome our kin not long from now, so behave like one!”

Bombur nearly choked on the bite he had just taken from the large sandwich Bifur had brought them all. Hastily he took a large swig of the water he held in his other hand. Blinking twice the cook realized that this was no daydream or illusion at all. There was Dwalin, which was nothing out of the ordinary, striding down the hallway and dragging something behind him.

Only after looking a second time he identified the thing as a person, huddelt into a fluffy blanket and clutching a bright pink and flower-shaped cushion as their king. The glare thorin gave him was not to be misunderstood. Still, how was anyone able to take their leader seriously after seeing him like this ?!

Shoving the rest of the sandwich into his mouth he poked Bifur in the back. The old warrior spun around and the axe in his head gleamed in the low light. Letting loose a wave of rapid Khuzdul he picked up a pebble and threw it across the hallway at Gloin, who was currently talking to Balin.

Gloin reacted as expected. Angrily he turned around to look for the person who was responsible for interrupting his chat with the king’s advisor. Before he could utter a curse his eyes locked onto the scene right in front of him. Dwalin, dragging what looked like a pink-reddish lump of clothes behind him towards the main gate. The pebble surely couldn’t have hit him that hard!

Balin on the other side only buried his face in his hands. He was used to seeing his brother doing impulsive and sometimes rather stupid things, as he had always been there to help him out in the end an straighten things out. But this was a first in case of stupidity and impulsiveness. Dwalin had to see how to get out of this mess afterwards all on his own.

Bilbo stopped abruptly in his movement. He had rushed to the front gate as soon as the raven had delivered the message that the rest of the company and two other people were making their way towards the mountain. He didn’t want to wait any longer to finally see Bofur again. Surely he would get an ear full, cause he had left his dwarf behind and didn’t wake him in time. But at that time Bilbo was rather fond of the idea to at least assure Bofur to survive the wrath of the dragon.

Bofur, still holding the hobbits hand, was forced to stop as well. Questioning he followed the line of sight of his beloved. With the utmost of his will and control he was able to disguise his laughter as mere coughing. Bilbo’s elbow in his ribs made him turn towards the hobbit again, he also couldn’t contain his wide grin. For the dignified leader of the company to be dragged through his own mountain at that!

Bilbo’s amusement vanished and was replaced with worry and sorrow. For a moment there he had forgotten the reason for the king’s odd behavior. Bofur frowned, there seemed to be more to this situation than they all had let on.

“* Kidhuzel , what is the matter?” concerned he lightly squeezed the hand holding his.

“I’ll tell you the story behind that in a bit,” Bilbo promised him, before moving on.

(*gold of gold)

Oin had stayed with Bard and Tauriel to chat some more about medicinal herbs after reassuring himself that the two princes and especially Kili were alright to go on on their own. The elven woman had fussed some more over the dark haired prince, but respected the decision that she would have to wait outside.

Kili still leaned on his older brother even though he tried his best to walk on his own. Facing down he made sure not to trip over anything and to burden Fili any further. Strangely enough the floor was sparkly clean aside from the trail of mud the others must have left behind.

To his own surprise the front gate was almost unscratched and not missing as he had assumed from his uncle's stories. Even more, it was warm inside and the hallways were lit! There was no foul smell of dragon or whatever he might have left behind. It felt almost homely and welcoming. The others had accomplished so much in such a short amount of time! He could do nothing else but be astonished by their capability.

Fili stopped abruptly and nearly let his brother slide from his shoulder. Luckily Kili was quick enough and steadied himself before kissing the floor.

“By the beard of-” looking up, Kili had wanted to lecture his older brother on how to properly handle hurt and ill dwarrows, but stopped himself.

There must be some poison left inside his system, which made him hallucinate once more. No other explanation was reasonable or possible. With his free, left hand he rubbed his eyes. Still there.

Pinching Fili’s arm he tried to wake himself. The immediate response, a light jab in his stomach assured him that this was real.

Not being able to take his eyes off of the unreal scene in front of him he wasn’t able to see the unbelieving look in Filis eyes and how the blond prince's jaw seemed to drop even further.

“Uncle… is that really you?!” Kili was not entirely sure if he was seeing things or if this was reality, but either way, it was hilarious.

He couldn’t wait to write to his mother about it! This would provide them with amusement and embassesment from the king till forever! Fili also seemed to have overcome the shock. Leaning onto his older brother Kili could feel the faint shaking, which got stronger by the second, signing that Fili was trying his best to hold in his laughter.

A sly grin appeared on Kili’s lips. He would certainly have to help his older brother, no? With a hearty jab of his elbow he forced the first prince to break into laughter. Not able to hold in his own amusement he joined in and filled the halls with their voices. Even the deathly glare Thorin was rather known and feared for couldn’t stop them. The pink cushion and the blanket he was wrapped into made him look rather ridiculous than intimidating.

“I brought the king.”

Tauriel’s face turned to stone, expressionless as only elves were capable of, while Bard tried his best to keep his mouth shut, the face strangely red as if he had forgotten how to breathe. Confused Oin turned around, the rather worn trumpet in his hand. What was going on?

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vee-vee-writes · 3 years

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Taglist

Just wanted to make a post to ask if anybody wanted added to my hobbit/lotr taglist (or taglist for a particular character). I am a little infrequent at posting but try to post a new fic/drabble/headcannon at least once a week :)

#the hobbit #thorin x reader #thorin fanfiction #thorin imagine #dwalin #bofur #ori #nori #dori #fili #kili #dwalin x reader #thorin x platonic!reader #dwalin x platonic!reader #bofur x reader #bofur the dwarf #bofur x oc #lotr

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estethell · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Balin/Dori (Tolkien), Dwalin/Ori (Tolkien), Bofur/Nori (Tolkien) Summary:

Dori has a bad temper, everyone knows that and everyone tries to avoid him when they can. Dori is used to this situation and doesn't care. But one day a certain noble and old dwarf begins to take an interest in him and Dori is confused. Meanwhile, Dwalin begins to get close to Ori and Dori suspects that Balin is trying to befriend him only to help his brother win Ori. Will it really be so?

#the hobbit #lotr #tolkien #fic #fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #lord of the rings #Balin x Dori #Dwalin x Ori #Dwori #Nofur #Stolen hats #Nori x bofur

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elles-writing · 3 years

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Imagine walking around The Company with space buns, and the dwarves being awestuck, surprised and some even suspicious about them, because they've never seen them before.

#fili #kili #the company #imagine #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit #thorin #fanfiction #kili x reader #the hobbit fanfiction #bofur #balin #dwalin #bilbo #nori #ori #dori #oin #gloin #bifur #bombur

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The Dane of Erebor, Part Twelve

Title: The Dane of Erebor

Summary: They grew up on tales of that mountain. It was home to their people, but it was never home to her. She was destined to become the hero of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain, she was destined to protect a home that was never hers. To Lorelai, home was never a place, it was always a person. Her home was always with him.

Pairing: Fili x OC (Lorelai)

Word Count: 1394

“What kind of burglar faints?” Fili muttered.

“One with a heart,” I shrugged, “We’re all scared, Kurdel, we just show it in different ways.”

Those who hadn’t written Bilbo off did the moment he hit the ground. Many had already forgotten about him despite the fact that we were still in his house. I was still undecided. There was very little keeping me from writing him off just as the rest of the company did, yet I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I thought of how he always seemed to sway towards us more often than not, and how he was filled with questions about a quest he said he wanted nothing to do with. I thought of the glimmer in his eye and I knew we couldn’t write off Bilbo Baggins just yet.

“Scared or no, I think we just lost our burglar,” Fili leaned back in the chair with a sigh.

I sat on the arm, “The night’s still young.”

“And our burglar is still unconscious.”

“He hasn’t said no yet.”

Fili looked up at me and a warm smile spread across his lips. He wrapped an arm around my waist and sighed, “Perhaps you’re right, Gimlelul. You always think the best of people, don’t you?”

“Only because you think the worst.”

“I do no such thing, I just always expect the least so I’m pleasantly surprised when they’re the most.”

Fili and I both laughed together. I leaned against him, my arm draping over his shoulder as my other hand held my pipe to my lips, “What do you suppose we’ll do now?”

“Find another burglar, I guess,” Fili glanced off at the room we had left Bilbo in.

“One of us could be the burglar.”

“One of us? We can barely breathe without bringing the house down.”

“We can be quiet when we want,” I teased right back, “I could be a burglar, you know.”

“Gimlelul, your sneezes are enough to cause an earthquake.”

“And you are belled like a cat, what with all your knives.”

I flicked the one sticking out of the back of his coat in emphasis. Fili snorted, “Dwarves aren’t burglar material.”

“What’s this about burglar material?” Kili asked as he walked into the room.

“Lorelai thinks she could be our burglar.”

“Aren’t you the one who can’t open a door without splintering it?”

“Oh, hardy har har, you two,” I rolled my eyes as the two brothers cackled, “It’s not like either of you could do any better.”

“I could be a burglar, if I wanted to,” Kili leaned against the wall and shrugged.

“My son will not be burgling anything.”

Dis stepped through the door and gave all of us a glare. Her smile betrayed her, however, and it soon spread across her body. She was beaming before she even made it all the way into the room despite trying to be stern just moments before.

“How is he?” I asked.

Dis waved me off, “Just fine, like nothing ever happened.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Nothing, but Gandalf is in there with him now. Perhaps he can talk some courage into the poor lad.”

I didn’t know the wizard very well at that point, but that didn’t hinder my faith in his abilities. Magic came in many forms, and I truly believe persuasion was one of them. If Gandalf couldn’t convince Bilbo to join us, nobody could.

“I don’t know which is worse for the Hobbit,” Fili said, “Staying behind or coming with us.”

I glanced down at my husband, “What do you mean?”

“If he stays, he’ll never forgive himself. If he goes, I don’t think he’ll ever forgive us.”

Nobody knew quite how to respond to that. In a way, Fili was right. If Bilbo didn’t go, he would forever be kicking himself for passing up the adventure of a lifetime. If he did go, and he made it back, he would have quite the story to tell but I wasn’t sure if it was one he would want to. It would be filled with much pain and suffering, that much was certain. Adventures like this never come without it.

He was only such a small fellow, afterall. We all were. Small people in a very big world, with a task twice that size on our shoulders. We were small, but our legacy would be large, and our stories would live on.

That is, our legacy would only live on if we succeeded. If we died halfway to Erebor, or if we were burnt to a crisp by the dragon inside, that would be it. Our legacy would be nothing more than a cautionary tale that keeps anyone from going to the mountain again.

“Do you think we’ll forgive ourselves?” I muttered.

Fili looked up at me, “For what?”

“For failing.”

Fili shifted himself to where he could face me head-on. I slid into the chair, my knee falling onto the part of the cushion he had just vacated. We ended up eye-to-eye as he grabbed both of my hands in his, “We are surrounded by the bravest warriors I have ever known, it is because of that I know we will not fail.”

“Even great warriors fall,” I responded.

“The best always get back up again,” Fili cupped my cheek and smiled, “We haven’t stepped foot on the road yet, don’t go losing your faith now, Gimlelul.”

I placed my hand over his and smiled. Deep down, I knew, if we did fail we would never forgive ourselves. Even if we didn’t survive, our regret and our pain would follow us straight into the Halls of Mahal.

This journey would not be an easy one, we all knew that when we first took up the call. I knew when I fought Thorin to let me come. At the time, and even as I sat there in Bagend, I wasn’t entirely certain why I had fought so hard to join. I wasn’t sure what made me want to go on a perilous quest that had a larger chance of failure than it ever did of success.

All of us had our reasons, even then I knew I had mine. I often asked why I wanted so badly to go on that quest, especially whenever we were faced with yet another life threatening situation. Each time I asked myself why, the small voice in the back of my mind told me I knew exactly why and I always had.

Our moment was interrupted by heavy footsteps coming near. Thorin rounded the corner with Balin close at his heels. Whenever he laid eyes upon us, the rest of the company and members of his family, he sighed, “He will not come.”

“We really have lost our burglar,” Kili muttered.

Dis frowned, “Can we do this without a burglar, Thorin?”

“We don’t have a choice.”

“We could always pick one up along the way,” Bofur suggested.

The rest of the company had slowly started to make their way into the room. I glanced over the back at the chair at my brother, “I suppose we’ll just pop over to the market and buy one, then.”

“Sod off, Lorelai.”

“Quiet, all of you,” Thorin demanded, “We will continue as planned. There are fifteen of us- that’s more than enough.”

“Sixteen, if you count the wizard,” Dis added.

Fili and I squeezed each other's hands as if it were the last time. That night, anxiety ran high among all of us, but we did our best not to show it. When I looked at the fourteen somber faces surrounding me, I saw no fear, no hesitance, only courage and a deep resolve to see the job done.

That alone made my own fear dwindle. When I looked at the company, I didn’t see few numbers pitted against a dragon, I saw a chance. I saw the possibility of success in our courage and strength alone. Numbers were nothing if they weren’t brave and true. These dwarves were more dedicated to each other than an entire army could ever be. That alone was what would defeat that dragon.

“We musn’t lose faith,” I met Fili’s eyes and smiled, “We’ll see this through after all.”

Fili squeezed my hands, “There’s my Lorelai.”

“We will leave at dawn,” Thorin commanded, “Get some rest, all of you, you’ll need it.”

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Fandom Confessions #73

Bilbo Baggins is one of my all time favorite characters

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Chapters: 23/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bofur (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Dwalin/Ori Characters: Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Bombur (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Thorin Oakenshield, Dís Additional Tags: Slice of Life, movie and book verse, Friendship, Humor, Family, Adventure, everyone lives au, Slow Romance, Rewrite, Bofur is a Sweetheart, Ori Is A Sweetheart, Bifur Is a Sweetheart, hell they're all sweethearts, even nori, To An Extent, Spymaster Nori (Tolkien), Dwalin is a Good Friend, Nori technically kidnaps a child and becomes a papa, Disabled Fili, Dwalin is a big softie, Major Original Character(s) Summary:

It's been eight years since Erebor was reclaimed by the Company of Thorin Oakenshield and both the Lonely Mountain and the city of Dale are well on their way to restoring their former glory in a time of peace and prosperity. For Bofur, Bifur, and Ori, however, things are...well, things are boring. The three turn their eyes towards Dale, where the cousins hope to renew the city's toy market and once again make it the wonder of the north while Ori just wants to escape Dori's overbearing nature. After arriving at an inn called the Full Tankard, they soon discover that Dale has a lot more in store for them than they could have ever imagined...

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Heart of Stone, ch 4

Heart of Stone, Chapter 4: The Ship

Summary: A bloodthirsty lord has imprisoned you on his desolate island, but there may still be hope for you. One summer evening, the most dashing corsair of the Seven Seas of Arda, Captain Thorin of The Willing Heart, makes his appearance. How is this night going to end? You tell me. An interactive story where you get to make the decisions. Let’s have some fun! :)

You can read it on AO3 here.

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x You

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

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You are falling into darkness.

Cool air swishes around you for what feels like an eternity. You feel oddly weightless as if you were drifting out of this world, but the firm, reassuring grasp on your right hand anchors you, reminding you that you are not alone.

A splash. The dark velvet waters surround you, take you in, caressing your skin, closing over you, murmuring their terrifying secrets into your ears, promising you everything you can think of if you only stay within the depths of the endless ocean. You hold your breath and pause for a moment, marveling at the mysterious whispers and enchanting, sweet songs of the sea, and at something that glitters below you, but then a cold current passes under the surface, bringing you out of your reverie. The thick, velvet haze lifts from your mind and you know that you need to return to the world above the waves. With the help of your arms and legs, you slowly ascend towards the surface. And then there are hands, several strong hands catching you and pulling you up. You breathe, finally!, enjoying the fresh air in your lungs, tasting the salt on your lips, feeling the prickling sensation in places where the thorns had pierced your skin on the cliffs. It seems like an eternity ago.

Soon, you are standing on the ship’s deck, shivering slightly in the night air.

“Weigh the anchor! Shake out the reef!” Captain Thorin barks at the sailors who scramble quickly to do his bidding. He takes a look at you and something glitters in his sapphire eyes, something that makes you think of the secrets of the sea you took a glimpse at mere moments ago.

“Find a blanket for our guest,” he orders once more with a softer tone of his resonant voice and soon you are wrapped in a soft fabric.

You marvel at the way the sailors swiftly climb the masts, freeing the sails as white as the seagull’s wings. With the next gust of wind, the ship starts moving slowly.

“Set course North-North-West, Mr. Nori!” orders the captain.

“Aye Aye, Sir, course North-North-West” responds a Dwarf at the helm, grinning broadly. You take a closer look at his red hair styled in a peculiar way, resembling a starfish, and you notice a gold ring adorned with a large ruby in his left nostril.

“You will have to excuse me, my lady, but our negotiations will have to wait until we have left these waters,” Thorin turns to you once more, his lip curls up in a small smile. Countless droplets of water shine in his hair with reflected starlight, making you think of mountain crystals. “For now, I am offering you my cabin. Please take as much rest as you require. My steward will attend to your every need. You will not be disturbed.”

“Thank you, Captain Thorin, that’s very generous of you,” you accept his offer.

“Only the best for the Silver Sorceress,” he takes your hand and brings it to his lips. They barely brush against your knuckles, but a tumultuous wave of heat travels down your spine. At the same time, a buzz of astonished whispers fills the air. A group of dwarven sailors stands on the deck, their eyes wide, curious.

“You heard me, men, let us welcome none other than the Silver Sorceress on board of The Willing Heart!” the crewmembers present on the deck mumble niceties and give out shouts of joy, some of them are bowing, and others wordlessly stare in awe.

“It is a pleasure to be here,” you reply, smiling.

Ropes hiss, the rigging creaks and there is a movement above you. Someone very nimble runs across the lowest spar of the main mast, jumps into the air, grabs a rope, and skillfully descends down onto the deck, making a perfectly executed forward roll just after landing. A young dwarf stands before you, takes off his emerald green headscarf, and makes a deep bow. His hair is tousled and vividly red. There are two braids in his equally red beard and you start wondering whether he is somehow related to the helmsman, Mr. Nori. The dwarf in front of you blushes immensely when your eyes rest on him.

“Ori, at your service, my lady,” he speaks. Whistling, laughter, and a bit of applause from his comrades fill the air as he quickly joins them.

An older, grey-haired sailor with a multitude of braids and golden beads in his elaborate coiffure pulls the young acrobat’s arm, saying, “For the love of Mahal, how many times have I…”

His words are interrupted by The Willing Heart’s captain.

“Midshipman Baggins will escort you to my quarters, my lady,” the dashing corsair says with a small bow in your direction, clearly amused with the recent spectacle. The arrow is still wedged in his shoulder and his right arm hangs limply down his body. You can only imagine how painful it must be, especially after having the wound soaked in saltwater, but his face doesn’t show any signs of suffering.

“And now, Mr. Dwalin,” the captain turns to the tattooed warrior, “you will explain your actions.”

“Ye’re such a stubborn ass, Tho---, I mean, Capt’n,” Dwalin clears his throat, noticing his captain’s deadly glower. The large warrior looks at the group of sailors gathered on the deck, some of them trying to hide their chuckles. “Bosun Gloin, give those men something to do, we’re not on a picnic, for Mahal’s sake!” he yells.

“Yessir, Master Dwalin,” a burly Dwarf with an impressive mane of red hair responds and starts barking orders. The crowd dissipates in a blink of an eye.

“Did you think it was a good idea to run after me like a bunch of reckless sea wargs?” the captain roars at Dwalin.

“It was even more reckless for ye to slip out of the ship in the middle of the night and march into that bloody fortress filled with Sea Orcs all by yourself, with only one wee hobbit!” the warrior protests.

“How about taking both Fili and Kili with you? How clever was that, Dwalin?” the corsair’s face darkens in anger.

“We forced Dwalin to take us with him!” Fili cuts in.

“That’s right!” Kili grins broadly. “Mother told us to take good care of you!”

“And If you had managed to get yourselves killed, how would I explain it to your mother?!” Thorin snaps at them, blue flames of fury blazing in his stormy eyes.

Their mother. Your gaze slips from the corsair’s handsome face and moves to the two young warriors. In the faint light of the deck lanterns, you see their profiles, the way Fili sets his jaw, the way Kili frowns. The similarity is obvious. Why haven’t you noticed it sooner? They are his sons. And they have a mother. A whiff of wind chills your bones.

“Please come with me, my lady,” Midshipman Baggins appears by your side and you leave four furious males growling behind you as you follow the hobbit under the deck.

You know what honor it is to be offered the captain’s lodgings, the best cabin on the ship, and from what you suspect, the most spacious one. Its simple furnishings stand in stark contrast with the opulent luxury of Lord Smaug’s chambers. There is a large bed made of oak placed by the porthole and you can’t help but notice that it’s wide enough for two people. He has a wife, this thought rings in your mind like a warning bell.

“... water and I’ll ask the cook to send you some food as well,” the hobbit bustles about, adjusting the room to a lady’s needs, puffing up the pillows and rummaging in a large chest nearby. “Ah, here they are! Fresh clothes for you,” he hands you a pile of several neatly folded pieces of clothing. Feminine garments, of course. “They belong to Lady Dis, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind helping another lady in need.”

“Thank you, Midshipman.” You try to ignore the bitter taste of disappointment in your mouth. Why would you feel disappointed anyway? It’s not like he proposed to you under false pretenses. There was just one kiss. Two silly and utterly meaningless kisses, to be exact. Something stubbornly flutters in your chest, but this time, it is accompanied by a jab of… nevermind. You refuse to think about it.

“How long have you been serving on this ship, Master Baggins?” you quickly change the topic.

“It’s been almost a year now,” he puffs up his chest. “My godfather, Sir Gandalf Grey recommended me to the captain, you see, just after I finished my schooling. Like everyone here, I started as an ordinary seaman, but in due time I’ve been given more duties. I’m the captain’s personal steward and clerk now. And they insist on making me a burglar as well!” he grins with a small glint in his eye. “Me, the son of a respectable sea merchant and a winemaker,” he chuckles.

“I know your surname sounded familiar! The famous claret of Bag End!” you recall suddenly.

“None other! They say that my father’s vineyards are the best on the Isles of Shire,” he states with pride. “But now I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll return later to see if there’s anything you need.”

He bows and disappears behind the door. You quickly wash and change into the new clothes. It turns out that Captain Thorin’s wif…, you can’t bear even to think of that word, Lady Dis, that is, well, she is taller than you and apparently wider in her shoulders as well. Other than that, the clothes fit you more or less. The fabric of the sailor’s shirt and loose linen trousers is of an exceptionally good quality. Dressed in this outfit, you peer into a small mirror that Master Baggins conjured out of nowhere for you. A grin appears on your face. If you had a red scarf to put on your head, you’d look like a proper pirate now.

After a light meal brought to you by a cabin boy, you drown in the softness of the bed, enjoying the smell of the fresh linen, your mind too tired to think of who slept on this bed last night. The murmur of the waves and swaying of the ship’s hull lull you to sleep.

The sound of the alarm bell rapidly snatches you from your slumber. There are shouts, a hurried pitter-patter of countless heavy feet, some things are being hurled above your head and below, and that’s not all. You look through the porthole. It’s already after dawn and you can clearly see ominous shapes on the horizon, both on the water and... above. You recognize the outlines of two approaching warships, but that’s not everything. And there is also a dark smudge in the sky drifting among the innocently white, fluffy cumulus clouds. No, it can’t be! Ah, but it is. A wave of terror shoots through your body and you know what it means. The Willing Heart is in grave danger. You have to warn the captain before it’s too late!

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~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 4/?

A/N- my tummy hurts

Word Count- 3.0k

Summary- Radagast is a bloody menace and Rivendale is like a pretty princess (can you tell idk what to put here?)

Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of scars, torture and death

italics=elvish bold=dwarvish

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The troll cave smelled like a giant pile of shit and dead bodies. Eyja carefully makes her way downwards into the cave until Gandalf stops in front of her, turning and holding an unlit torch out to her. "Eyja, can you light this please?" She sighs and takes the torch from his hand. Bringing the foul smelling thing up to her face, she brings in a deep breath before letting out a mighty puff, flames passing over her lips and catching on the torches material. "Thank you." Gandalf turns back around, the now lit torch illuminating the gold and other treasure lining the walls.

Kili steps up beside Eyja, watching as she sifts through the weapons tossed haphazardly about. "How were you able to light that torch?"

She continues running her hands over blades and bows as she answers, "I am a skin changer, while the outside is me shifts from one form to another, the inside, remains the same, though it does shrink and grow to match my body." Kili hums a sound of acknowledgment and points to a long wooden bow she hadn't gotten to yet,

"This is a great bow if you're looking for such a weapon, the curve is strong, and the string appears to be taught." The shifter turns to the weapon, lifting it from the ground, dusting it off with the corner of her cloak, revealing a dark wood and leather grip.

Eyja nods, "You are right, this is a fine bow, do you see a quiver anywhere?" Kili's smile widens at her praise, the matching quiver of arrows already in his outstretched hand. "Thank you Kili, are you in need of any weapons?"

he thinks to himself for a moment, "No I think I have all that I need." Eyja nods and starts off back towards the entrance of the cave, passing Gandalf handing Bilbo a small sword. As they reach the top, and Eyja begins reorganizing her small stash of blades and new bow the rest of the company begins to file out, many of them inhaling deep breaths of the fresh air. Eyja turns her back to the dwarven prince and looks back over her shoulder at him.

"Could you undo the sheath on my back, I can't seem to reach it?"

"Ya I can do that." Kili's hands brush lightly over her hair on the way to the strap holding her sheath to her body, and Eyja stills at the contact. As his hands fiddle with the clasp, she reaches back and pulls her hair to the side so to get it out of the way. As the clasp finally lets go and Kili lifts her sword from her back.

Eyja turns smile wide on her face ready to thank him when through the trees barrels huge rabbits towing a sled holding a small man cloaked in brown, lopsided hat pulled low over his ears. the dwarves quickly pull tightly into a group blades at the ready, but Gandalf steps forward laughter in his voice.

"Radagast the brown, what on earth are you doing here?" Kili shoots a questioning look to Eyja as if to confirm this is the wizard she had spoken of the day prior. The shifter meets his gaze for a fleeting moment, nodding, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had never seen the wizard in such a state of panic as he explained to the grey wizard how the greenwood is sick. As they wander away from the group Eyja turns back to the dwarf at her side.

"So that's Radagast," Kili's tone is light as he watches Eyja secure her sword to her waist.

"Yes, though I've never seen him look quite so worried before, normally he is quite calm, something must be terribly wrong to have him so upset." As she slings her new quiver over her shoulder and across her body, a menacing howl pierces the air, chilling the blood in her veins.

"Was that a wolf?" Bilbo's question is spoken swiftly his voice laden with fear, for the hobbit had never heard such a noise before.

Bofur's response is shaky and uncertain, "That is no wolf."

Movement behind the two catches Eyja's gaze, "Wargs!" her shout rings through the air and every dwarf turn weapons out as the beast hurtles down the hill towards them, it tackles Dwalin to the ground, only for Thorin to bring his new elvish blade down with bone crushing force. As another warg comes barreling at them, Kili readies an arrow and lets it fly, the arrow sinking deep in the creatures leg, causing it to tumble the rest of the way down the mossy hill, Eyja brings her blade across its throat with a quick twirl, the dark blood splattering across her cloak and face. She bares her teeth at the foul animal as it let out one last whining howl.

Thorin wrenches his blade from the neck of the first warg, "Warg scouts, which means an orc pack is not far behind."

"we have to get out of here." Dwalin's voice is tense and he looks to Thorin.

Ori rushes to the group, "We can't, the ponies have run off."

Radagast volunteers to draw them off and Gandalf turns to face his companion, "These are gundabarg wargs, they will outrun you."

A wild glint enters the brown wizards eyes, "These are ruskavelle rabbits, I would like to see them try." He climbs back onto his sled, commanding the rabbits forward, and he takes off like an arrow shot from a bow, here one moment, gone the next.

The howls and wails of the warg pack draw closer only for them to be drowned out for a moment by the sound of Radagast yelling obscenities at the orcs as he rushes past. As the orc pack take off after the wizard, Gandalf ushers the company to move, he runs in front of them leading them into the open fields. Eyja brings up the back of group, making sure that none of the dwarves get left behind, ushering them forward when they start to slow.

The group runs down the hill and moves to pass a large boulder when Radagast flies past, manic giggles escaping him, and the large pack of orcs soon follows. Many times in their mad dash across the plains are they cut off by the parade of orcs chasing the gleeful wizard. The group slams their backs against the boulder as Radagast darts in front of them once again and one of the orcs moves his steed atop the rock which they try to hide under. Thorin turns to meet his nephews eyes and nods at him. slowly Kili draws an arrow, and knocks it on his bow, taking a breath, he steps away from the rock revealing himself to the orc atop it. Letting the arrow loose, it flies into the chest of the warg, and as the orc brings his horn to his mouth intending to call for the others, Kili looses another arrow into the chest of the orc. The wail of the dying orc and warg ricochet off the rocks echoing at deafening volumes. Eyja sinks her blade into the orc's skull silencing it as Dwalin dispatches the warg, but not before it lets out another agonizing howl.

"Move, run!" Gandalf's yell is heavy with panic, "This way quickly!" he leads the company towards a rock surrounding by a small stand of trees, Thorin's shouts for Kili to shoot the beasts has Eyja readying her own bow, letting arrows fly in every direction, as more and more wargs pour over the hills.

Dwalin yells that Gandalf had abandoned them, but as Eyja turns quickly to seek out the wizard, her mind connects the dots as to where they are. She resumes shooting at the orcs as they advance, Kili by her side mirroring each other.

"This way you fools!" Gandalf's cry from the rocks reaches Eyja's ears at about the same time as an unseen warg pushes her to the ground, teeth bared and saliva dripping. She wrenches her dagger from its place on her thigh, driving it home in the underside of the beasts jaw and dragging it downwards, towards its neck. Kili turns to find Eyja covered in blood, pushing the now deceased warg off her.

Thorin's shouts for Kili and the shifter to run, has them turn from the orcs, they begin to sprint, Eyja dragging Kili along by the wrist as she out paces him. As she dives into the crevice, pulling the brunette dwarrow with her, Thorin jumps down sliding after them. As her feet hit the bottom of the hole she steadies herself on the cool rock wall. Kili stands beside her, out of breath, and unsteady himself. A horn sounds from outside the cave and the sound of hooves pounding the earth sounds in the air. As the sounds of orcs yelling and wargs dying grows louder Eyja and Thorin begin pushing the company away from the entrance, trying to remain concealed from the newcomers. An orc comes rolling down into the cave, arrow protruding from it head,

"Elves." Thorin's voice holds distaste as he tosses the retrieved arrow aside. Bofur calls that they should follow the path and starts walking, the group filing down the twisting hall. Kili and Eyja fall to the back of the group, and she rests a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright Kili?" Her eyes dart over his face, "Do you need to rest?" His breaths are still coming in momentous heaves, but he shakes his head, face turning red at her show of concern.

"Ya," his eyes meet hers and he pauses for a moment at the concern swimming in them, "I'm alright, what about you?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Her voice is soft, and her eyes dance over Kili's face, and they catch on the leaf stuck in his bangs, "Hold still." She reaches out gently pulling the debris from his hair, the strands are soft against her fingers and she drops the leaf on the ground between them. "There was a leaf in your hair."

Kili's face is now a bright red, and he avoids her gaze, "Thank you." The sounds of the company are getting farther away and Kili turns to face the hall, "We should probably catch up to the rest of the group." Eyja nods, and they walk down the path, side by side hands occasionally brushing.

As the pair round the last corner, they come across the company, standing in awe as they lay their eyes on Rivendale, home of the elves. Kili jaw drops open at the waterfalls and architecture. the company makes their way down the hills, and across the bridge approaching the elf standing at the base of the steps. Eyja, bounds forward, bringing the dark haired elf into a hug, which is quickly returned by the ellon. "Lindir, it's lovely to see you, it has been far to long old friend." While Eyja releases the elf from her grasp, Gandalf approaches, and begins speaking with the tall man over the whereabouts of Lord Elrond. Kili stands beside his brother brows furrowed at the elf Gandalf and Eyja are conversing with.

"Brother if you continue to glare at him, he might spontaneously combust." Fili's teasing only serves to make his brothers scowl deepen.

"It's nothing." Kili walks away from his brother, stopping only when he's standing at Eyja's side chin held high as he watches the exchange between the three taller beings. A horn sounding across the valley turns the heads of all those present to the incoming procession of horses. The dwarves quickly bunch up, Kili pushing Eyja to the center of their circle alongside bilbo who had been put there by Thorin. The shifter just laughed and waved at the elven lord as he stepped off his horse.

"Eyja, what a wonderful surprise, it is lovely to see you again," Elrond steps forward and Eyja steps out of the circle of defensive dwarrow, "What brings you here this time dear shifter?"

She bows slightly before responding, "I'm afraid you're going to have to ask Gandalf for the details, for he is leading us." She smiles at the elf before rejoining her dwarven companions, standing next to the very prickly looking Kili. "Are you alright Kili, you look ready to remove somebodies head?" The brunette prince looks to her, the yellow of her eyes reflecting the sun in such a way they appeared to glow.

He nods curtly, "Yes I'm quite alright, how do you know the elves?"

Eyja smiles gently as she looks up to see Elrond and Thorin discussing something, "I met Lord Elrond many years ago, I was passing nearby and was attacked by a band of goblins, Lindir and Lord Elrond were a part of the hunting party that helped me that day." Her smile widens remembering the day, and how she had thrown Lindir to the ground at first mistaking him for an enemy. Kili nods, and tenses once more as Elrond begins to speak in the elven tongue to his uncle.

Gloin brandishes his weapon, "Does he offer us insult?" Eyja laughs quietly.

"No Master Gloin, he offers you food." Her lilting voice is joyous as she explains Elrond's words to the company, causing them to go quiet before Gloin says to lead the way.

The group is led to an open area, where they are told to leave their bags and supplies. Eyja shrugs off her cloak folding it carefully before placing it on the floor, laying her weapons down beside it. Kili watches the skin changer closely, and mimics her actions. Eyja walks over to kneel beside the prince, who is placing his things on the ground in a not so neat pile, "I am going to go and wash all this blood off, follow Lindir, he will show you to a table and provide you with food, I will join you all in a moment." The dwarrow turns his head, pleading silently for her not to leave him alone in the unfamiliar place, but the shifter nods once, before rising and walking swiftly and surely down the hall. Kili moves to stand by his brother, whispering quietly to him the same thing Eyja told him.

Once the rest of the company has finished organizing their bags, Lindir turns to face the group, "Follow me," His voice is smooth and he spares no eye contact for any of them, instead turning on his heel and starting down a new hall. The thirteen dwarves and singular hobbit are quick to follow, not wanting to get lost in the unknown city. The raven haired ellon leads them down the white hallway, before opening a large wooden door to a ginormous room. the room is lit by the setting sun, and filled with a long table with many dwarf sized seats and one regular sized chair. on a raised platform at the end of the room, sectioned off by towering floor to ceiling pillars is a separate table, where the elf lord already sits with the grey wizard.

"Ah welcome, Master Thorin, please join me at my table and do bring your Hobbit, the rest of you my take a seat, the food will be out shortly." Everyone moves at once, the promise of food has them scrambling to find a seat. Kili seats himself beside the larger chair, hoping that when you return, you will sit with them instead of the other table.

As promised, elves are soon bustling around them bringing platters and bowls of food to the long table. But as the dwarves sift through the many dishes, they find no meat. As the company grumbles and complains over the lack of protein, the doors open once more. Eyja steps into the room, skin no longer covered in blood, and dressed in a pair of loose brown pants, that are sinched at the waist and tucked into her boots, her shirt is flowing and white, cuffed at the wrists and tucked in at the waist.

She rounds the long table heading to the empty chair next to the raven haired dwarven prince, but pauses as Lindir grabs her arm. Kili doesn't hear what the elf says to her but at the way her fists clench and her brow furrows, he suspects it can't be anything good. Eyja nods grimly at her friend before stepping past him to rejoin her dwarf companions.

As she pulls the chair out and sits down Kili turns his head, watching her through the curtain of his hair. She quickly dishes some of the leafy meal onto her plate, eyes unfocused. He lifts his head and turns to face the skin changer fully, "Are you alright?" His question seems to shock her out of her trance like state.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, there's just some new information that's been brought to my attention," Eyja shakes her head, "but no matter, it is of little consequence now." Kili raises a brow, but leaves the subject alone for the moment.

"If you say so, hey me and Fili have been thinking-"

"That's never a good thing." Eyja tone is teasing and she smiles at the dwarf.

"Choosing to ignore that, but anyways, we were wondering why Bilbo is called a burglar and not just a robbit." The timing of his words couldn't have been worse, as the shifter had just taken a large drink of water. Eyja bursts out laughing, spewing water over the unfortunate Dwalin seated across from her. As her laughter dies down to giggles and coughing she chokes out an apology as the burly tattooed dwarf scowls. Kili and Fili howl with laughter as they watch the shifter try and mop up the mess with the napkin on the table.

It was then that Bofur leapt onto the table, declaring the music to be unfit for the company and bursting out into song and dance, stomping over the food. The commotion draws the attention of those at the other table and Lord Elrond grumbles as the company sings along, Eyja smiling joyfully.

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