#Fili/Kili x OC Mal

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It’s A Mother Flocking Puffin Pt 24

Special Credit to @c-s-stars for again loaning me her OC Mal for this storyline involving the Princes. :) Some more attention for the trio in this one. 

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“Would it be better for me to payoff my Yuula’s scholarship as her title and lineage has been announced now?” The Emperor asked King Thror on his way back from his trip to stroll through the gardens while you napped.

Thror shook his head, “No. I do understand your concern, you have the funds and her rank is quite stunning, however in our culture even our young nobles are granted the chance to make their own marks. For our kin she has taken an admirable path to her education.”

Niro nodded, “In fact the news was discussing that the other day. Her grades alone were impressive she merely required some aid on the funding. Starting a business and growing sturdier in her studies and our culture have nestled her into the hearts of our people.”

Thror added, “Were there some sort of dilemma on that aspect we would inform you immediately.”

Emperor Winge sighed saying, “I just feel like there is something more I could do.”

Both the great grandparents chuckled saying together, “That feeling never wanes with age.”

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Two days and the shift of the bed stirred the kitten lying across your back that stretched and rolled over accidentally off your back right into the hand that settled him back on your back. Thorin back from his wedding job eased into the bed gently guiding you to lay against his side using his shoulder now as a pillow dropping into a deep sleep content that at least with the late night flight he could arrive here and join you for a long night’s rest once again. Frerin, Dwalin and Balin along for the ride also we’re glad to be home again and to have him so glad to be back where usually he might be the one to try and play along with Frerin’s urge to explore as long as possible before returning to the same routines back at the Palace. Now Frerin’s rebellion swapped for watching his big brother melt more and more into a puddle for the adorable new sister of his.

Just sharing your receiving the stuffed bunnies was enough to stop him from scowling for at least a little while until the next marker and task was made and marked as a sort of goal to get to for him to earn more smiles and hugs from you. A posted picture of you asleep against his side to the credits of a film had the world seemingly changing gears on how your relationship was viewed and those pictures from the first market trip you made to now came up and were scrutinized for an allover stunning relationship for the nobles. Openly holding hands and pictured doing so on top of cuddling to and from Iron Hills began to melt the public even more.

Yet nothing exploded quite like a makeshift couple’s card to join the other clan cards from the Palace to announce the coming break to be joined by the other holiday cards sent to the public. You on a walk in the palace glowing gardens casting the outline of you in neon lights coming from the foliage around you. Tucked in your palms was Sir Burglar with Bagheera nestled on your shoulder and Thorin behind you. Arms draped around your middle smirking through the stolen kiss to your cheek that triggered the stunning smile across your lips, that once it appeared on the news show all the Durins in the film room watching the premier and reactions turned their heads to the boys now ducking behind the pillows they were holding. Squeals, literal squeals and elated shrieks came from the news anchors and crew who took the unique image apart inch by inch for how absolutely loving and affectionate it revealed you both to be.

Rivaling the cuddling pictures Vili and Dis had given from their own wedding ceremony including a pillow fight battle picture when the boys were nearly knew high of their palace apartment coated in feathers. The nobles in their generation were growing more personable and less rigid. And now in what would have been the hardest union to understand for the public between Elf and Dwarf lines, First Borns at that, proved to be just like any other pairing of Ones warming up to a future together to bear the troubles ahead with trust and love between you. The picture while being stunning also granted the jeweler experts a chance to get a better in focus image of those rings you were wearing to try and guess their meanings by everything from metals to cut and clarity.

Overall the public ruled its preference that much like Dis and Vili’s picture with them in the kitchen and the one for Dwalin, Balin, Bella and their Billi, the latter being shown the ducks by the fountain on the grounds, casual candid snapshots where the family seemed to be oblivious of the camera were absolutely adored. Even King Thror and Queen Niro were captured by the fire in their nightly reading and crossword book session cuddled together in a loveseat with matching slippers that even they had to adore the moment the boys captured of them. The coming week would be tough for their clan and people to understand the changes coming but these have a sense of hope that everyone could get through it together and share more moments and new beginnings when this holiday had passed.

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Practically shaking inside one of the many Baggins smials in the Shire behind his loving wife Clover readying the tea leaves Ganir came up behind her smoothing his hands down her arms from her shoulders. “My precious Ukrad, surely this is safe. Malachite has been given word from the Crown Princess herself that none will harm her.”

Clover retorted, “That isn’t what you said yesterday, and now I’ve cracked two of my tart crusts, which I never so much as dented before. And all my doilies are being properly cleaned by Lobelia, who won’t have them back by next week at the latest. Now we are entertaining royalty and I have no doilies!”

“I know I was concerned, but that was before Malachite shared her talk with the Crown Princess. I never imagined the minor burn could count as the one to break the curse, yet all this time she has been kindly treated by the Durins. Surely it is as Her Young Majesty has stated, Mahal would never call for a child to be sacrificed, Durin’s animal guide has found her for companionship, surely there is some deeper knowledge of the roots of our inner living stone.”

She sighed and said, “She was meant to get a degree, not two husbands.”

“Well this is only the courtship talks. In some instances it could take years for an affection to form to stir a courtship. We complete the talks for a possible courtship and then she is allowed to wear her bond markers and they can keep a friendship until a relationship is agreed upon between the three of them.”

She sighed again, “She’s not allowed to get married until after her degree, four years after her degree, so she can be through her residency.”

“That can be added to the terms, admirable terms, they are all young. Surely the Durins will agree to granting their boys more time as well. Malachite shared she knows little of the boys beyond time the Crown Princess is with the three of them together, that is a sign that there is ample time for a later courtship and union.”

There was a knock at the door and she gasped turning for the oven, “The rolls aren’t buttered yet!”

His grin spread and he hummed, “I will fetch it, my precious Ukrad.”

To the door he went opening it to find an aid there with head bowing to the burly fiery haired Dwarf with braided beard and hair in a long ponytail that shifted in his returned head bob, “Ganir and Clover Baggins residence?”

“Yes,”

He grinned, “Good, just have to double check, there are several Baggins’ dwellings, had to be certain. Just a moment.” Turning to give the signal to the Driver that let Regent Crown Prince Thrain and Regent Queen Diaa out for the stroll to the door and inside. Pleasantries were traded and into the sitting room chairs they all settled around the tea table loaded with ample treats and goodies.

Thrain spoke first to break the silence, “First off I believe we should start here, our Crown Princess Under the Mountain Jaqi has guaranteed the safety of your daughter Mal, or are you preferring Malachite.”

Clover answered, “She prefers Mal outside of our family home.”

Thrain nodded, “Of course, Mal has been guaranteed safety and even without that, no matter the circumstances between our clans we would never harm your child. It has been marked by Jaqi that Mal was burned by Smaug and was returned to your cousin Bilbo’s home. That Mahal would never wish for our kin to a child under any circumstances no matter the totems given. Any other person and we may not put weight to such claims, however, and we pray you do not boast on this fact it is quite precious and new to our clan.” The parents nodded uncertain of what they might hear, “There is a pathway, Olórë Mallë, a pathway that through dreams Vanyar are able to travel to Valinor, a pathway through which after her injury was able to travel to the Halls of Mahal.”

That parted their lips, “And she has been able to travel there since her childhood, growing quite close to the Valar Tulkas and his family among other Valar. It is rather hard for her to discern how to tell the difference between most of them, however she knows their core beings and truly we entrust that it is time to look past this curse to find peace for our pebbles.”

Diaa stated, “Which is why we have come rather than our daughter Dis and her husband Vili, they have just had triplets and are refraining from travel. We do hope our place here is tolerable for the initial trading of terms.”

Clover nodded, “Yes, we understand, pebbles must come first.”

Thrain, “Are there any terms you are wishing to add up front?”

Ganir stole a glance at his wife with a grin then said, “We were hoping to offer a suggestion that were a relationship to form that any marriage would not be allowed until at least four years after graduation for our girl, so that she might complete her residency by then.”

Diaa nodded saying, “Oh that is very admirable a term,”

Thrain, “Yes, we have heard through our daughter that they have had little interaction save for when Jaqi is there.”

Diaa, “I am curious, you are not close to your line Ganir, does that mean you would wish to hold an entirely Hobbit ceremony on her side?”

Ganir, “That would be preferable, yes.”

Diaa smiled, “That would be perfect then, as we both are familiar with those ceremonies through our own clans and for any Dwarf traditions you might miss we could always split our clan to join yours to grant you place in celebrating that joy fully in binding with our clan.”

Ganir nodded, “That would be, a very generous notion. Mal would be grateful to have shared in that side of her lineage rituals.”

Through that all 77 of the Dwarf required topics were at least touched on alongside the required Hobbit 48 to finish off the parental portion of the courtship contract period. Amongst them were several points that were marked as to be conceded to the bairns, as tradition as they mainly were fit to their preference over the parents. Any other topic was able to be contested by said bairns upon a later date in their own session of reviewing all the Dwarf and Hobbit requirements upon agreeing to trying out a relationship. But for now should they wish to they would be allowed to trade bonding markers and tap one another’s marks for the second time. To at least allow the bond to settle in their daily lives inside their parental agreed upon season of consideration for a relationship to test if they might one day be romantic or remain platonically bound for their lives.

Upon the return of Thrain and Diaa to their Palace however in the Blue Mountains word to Mal, Fili and Kili had them each reflecting over their copies of the lists of traditions and terms that had been laid out in the parental terms that would be inked up and signed properly by the weekend for official records. The trio at least while the Durins in Erebor got a chance to review the terms they had all conferenced upon since hearing the boys’ marks had lit up they felt the deal was settled on a decent footing and understanding between both clans. And once they felt comfortable they could discuss possibly trading bond markers still with the comfort that they had time to decide upon relationship status at a later date.

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It was Friday by the time anyone could blink and the six day break was coming closer by the hour to begin once classes were through. Everyone knew how big this was, the Crown Princess was to be traveling Saturday morning to meet her birth relatives and the tension was palpable. Though while that grew one dilemma was able to be mastered for the time being and the young Princes were off to see to it now. Target locked and spotted across the courtyard Mal sat triple checking her notes and they had to hurry before she would take off again. Smiling widely in the thankfully empty courtyard they came to a stop from their sprint over. Both sliding onto the bench across from her with arms settling onto the table. “Good Morning.”

Forcing out a grin to their joint hello she replied, “Good Morning, Majesties.” Nodding her head to the duo.

“Fili and Kili.” They said together and Fili said, “We were thinking,”

Kili, “Hoping rather,”

Fili, “That you might wish to solidify our bond sooner rather than later.”

That parted her lips, “But, we haven’t even considered terms of renegotiations for our courtship contracts yet.”

Kili, “We will, merely, you see, the week ahead will be difficult and all of us could use some stability.”

Fili, “We are suggesting to simply make the bond so we might be able to shake hands at least. The contract talks would go entirely as scheduled as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable.”

Kili nodded, “Yes, no pushing for anything past friendship now. Just think, the sooner we trade bracelets the sooner we can reflect fully upon the future.”

Fili, “Yes, how better to plan out the rest of our lives than through a winter of snow fights and fort building with tons of cocoa?”

Mal looked them over in their joint try for pleading puppy dog stares and let out a soft breath, “Just securing the bond?”

They both nodded, “Just the bond, we swear.”

“We can have Bilbo supervise I suppose,” she said and their lips parted, her lifted finger had their lips purse a moment. “If, you both agree to take up the advice column in the paper one month each until we can coerce someone to take up the job, so far every other university paper has one but they still haven’t been able to find someone to take it up and there’s a pile of letters unanswered.”

“Agreed!” They said practically bouncing on their toes wordlessly signaling they couldn’t wait for the rest of the day to be over with so they could be bound to their One already.

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Turned from the rows of artwork from the children who had thanked the nice ‘Ice Queen Lady’ for saving their lives and relatives from the meeting room they were displayed in among those for the rest of the ruling clan that you had been told of on your way back from the manicure and pedicure set for you. Fresh white tips with a hint of shimmer to them would be a nice touch for the upcoming event. Still this was hard being the reason for the injuries sustained by others. Not even mentioning the possible nightmares those children might have or be having. But focusing on the beginning ahead it became a bit easier to bear. With relatives who knew to some extent what that feeling was like.

Back to your room you went and to the trunk at the end of the bed they had brought along with your clothes from your closet you walked crouching down to ease the lid open. Inside several compartments were tucked away, enchanted to hold well beyond what thought possible. Moved aside the top tray was settled on the ground beside you freeing your hands to lift the next tray holding what you wanted, a stack of journals. From the top your fingers eased across the cover of the first three packed with songs, plays and music based stories that your dad had written packed with all the notes you could find in the trunk related to his work. The next five were journals of notes from your mother on her work above the final one you smoothed your fingers across the cover with Vanyar runes reading, ‘Nique-Puifíní Jaqiearae, Wedding Drafts’ pressed into the leather with ink fading ever so slightly.

Cracking open the front cover page by page were possible choices or parts of choices for everything from locations to nicknames of what you took as your relatives to start up a guest list and seating chart. Beyond that were sketches of cutlery and dish designs with color as well in the table setting section. A whole section on music from your father for the ceremony came next you lingered through. Imagining the notes come alive in your head filling your eyes with tears that deep inhales eased so you could turn ahead to the section on the ceremony from layouts to flowers and everything in between all halfway done with mentions to collaborate with you on them. Lastly was your section before the blank honeymoon tour portion you guessed she didn’t get to. Makeup, shoes and hair were only lists of possible styles or shades with the gown silhouette she drafted.

Up to the neck and sleeveless it would hug you all the way down to the layered poofy mermaid end of the gown, the back with heavy beading of vines and leaves, the start of a more intricate pattern you were sure to cover the whole gown. There wasn’t much detail but on a second sheet you had drawn up her design and had gone farther with it. Layered into the skirt were sheer layers of red cloth overlaid by sheer white layers giving the whole skirt an upside down flower appeal. All fed by ridges arching over your hips the skirt you hoped your Great Grandmother High Queen Ilma might find nice to help you bring the gown off the page. Surely the red wouldn’t be a problem and resembling a flower couldn’t get more Elf friendly than that.

While you had been puzzled on the missing sleeves growing up you left it at that as Niro and Diaa had already shown you their drafts of possible designs for the embroidery on the ends of the traditional robe you would be clad in. All a deep red with golden thread, with a Calla Lily shaped train, tight across the bodice reaching to your shoulder blades in a slight v dip shallower than the one across your bust feeding to the golden buttons securing it. The sleeves however would help to keep the robe cooler on you in its thick material in flaps of sorts secured only at the shoulders to hang over your arms elegantly down to the pointed tips meant to touch your fingertips. It truly was beautiful, shown by the matching one Niro and Diaa had worn in their own ceremonies in shades of blue and green to honor their own clans. While you had chosen red to simply nod to your Hobbit line as mint wasn’t a lucky color to choose for the wedding ceremony and deep greens weren’t known to be the clan color of  your Vanyar roots from what was publicly known, so you hoped red might be acceptable.

Still, closing the book you sighed turning your focus to Bagheera on his perch freshly finished preening blinked looking you over feeling your eyes on him. “You’d tell me if I was missing a step in all this, right?” Slightly his head cocked and down your gaze dropped to return the work journals and tray to the trunk you shut.

The Emperor however in the doorway stood there saying, “In all of this you are doing amazingly.” That turned your head to him on his path to your bed to guide you up to sit beside him, “I am so proud of you, and they will be too. The red robe will be lovely on you, forest green, no matter how finely crafted would not be accepted to your lineage, Vanyar rarely claim dark shades, unless you accept blue for the Durins if they would accept that.”

“I do like the red. I would certainly stand out,” timidly you added, “Plus, your shade is a deep crimson.”

That had his grin creep out and his arm settle around your back easing you into a warm hug, “I will be honored to have you wear our shade, you have every right to wear it proudly.”

Settling your head into his shoulder you said, “There will be a bit of hassle working the clan dances and tasks with the rest of my relatives surely.”

Lowly he chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head pleased eternally that even now decades later you had reached this level of a bond. “Even if you feel the need to place them in those rites I will be proud and happy to watch the ceremony all the same participation or none. It’s your day, for you, Thorin and the millions of people watching.” Making you giggle softly to his own chuckle.

“Do they like Dwarves?”

Deeply he inhaled and answered, “I don’t believe they spent much time around Dwarves to be honest. However they seemed pleased for your protection and all Oropher had shared on their race and clan. Even a bit new to their experience I am certain they will accept Thorin and his clan into the fold seeing how happy he makes you.”

In a glance up at him you asked, “Did you love your One?”

With a smile he met your gaze answering, “I did, as children, and surely I would have loved them in our adulthood as well. I know you are growing fonder of Thorin and while your trust solidifies that love will grow. You won’t be able to be timid in sharing those affections once you pass over that threshold, and he won’t be leaving you there alone either, be just as madly head over heels for you as well. Halfway there already by my eye.”

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Right by the fountain where they had planned to meet her Fili and Kili stood with hands in their pockets keeping an eye out for Mal. Though at her arrival into the courtyard with two big flour sacks they hurried over to accept hold of lightening her load. Settling his against his chest Fili asked, “What’s this then?”

Mal said, “The letters for the column.”

The brothers looked down at them and said together, “Ah,”

Kili smiled up at her saying, “Ready for the train then?”

Mal nodded, “Sure, you did call to clear with Bilbo about this?”

Fili said, “Called and said we were dropping by said he’d be in and we can have Dwalin and Balin come down too for extra witnesses if you prefer to confirm it’s just for the bond and not to contest our courtship agreement talks.”

She nodded and off they went to catch the train to the waiting driver that took them to the office. There past the lobby and lift they filed out smiling at the sight of Dwalin gently bouncing Frodo in his arms humming to him calming him down from his latest tooth coming in with a frozen teething toy on which he was gumming. His eyes shifted to the trio entering the floor while Bilbo finished up another call, “What are you three up to? Don’t you boys be corrupting young Mal into any mischief now.”

Fili and Kili said, “There’s no corrupting anywhere.”

Bilbo eyed them hanging up the call and came closer to the trio flashing them a quick grin asking, “So what is all this about now?”

Mal inhaled and said, “Fili and Kili and I talked this morning and we thought it might be best to solidify our bonds.”

Dwalin huffed and Kili said, “Not to skip the contract negotiations or start a relationship yet!”

Fili, “Just to settle the bond and see where we stand through the rest of the negotiations.”

Bilbo looked between them asking, “Bonds? What bonds are you talking about?”

Mal said, “When Smaug attacked our Bonding Marks were touched and since then when we’re close they glow until we settle the bond as Ones.” She said showing him the clover on her wrist and jellyfish behind her ear that were lit up.

With lips parted Bilbo said, “So that’s what the marks do, my mother only told me it was a guiding sign to our Ones, here I’ve been popping into every shop with an ax symbol on the shop front.”

Fili, Kili and Dwain all looked at him with the former asking, “Ax symbol?”

Bilbo nodded and shifted his arm lifting his rolled up sleeve a bit more above his elbow revealing the now glowing ax mark widening Dwalin’s eyes. “Had this forever, been driving me halfway mad to figure out what it meant.” Lowering his sleeve he asked Mal, “So how does the bonding work?”

Mal said, “Well it’s in a spot your One touches you the first time, they brushed mine and did the same in hiding from Smaug. All we’d have to do is tap them again to settle the bond so they would stop glowing, and there’s a sort of deepening of trust, sort of a link between us you can’t break.”

Bilbo looked to Dwalin asking, “Your clan would be against the settling?”

Dwalin wet his lips halting Frodo’s bouncing a moment for his brain to click back into gear again and answer, “Not the settling, merely sometimes with the bonding a wish to rush things comes up. If you agree it’s merely to settle the bond and not to rush into courtship then I can’t see why their parents would be upset in just the bond.”

Tentatively the trio smiled at one another and once Balin was called down under the careful watch of the elder pair of brothers timid pokes of each glowing jellyfish and clover dimmed and formed an outline around the freckles in shades of matching pale blue and gold. Along with those from Fili and Kili the bonding bracelets in hues matching their mark outlines of woven mithril with pendants in the shape of jellyfish and clovers were traded and looped around their wrists. Hovering to the side however clinging to the toddler in his hold now dozing off again at the relief from his pain Dwalin kept stealing glances at the Hobbit clearly sharing his Bonding Mark he muttered to Balin about while Fili and Kili muttered to Mal the reason why their uncle was so focused on Bilbo.

Mal with a sudden smile asked, “So, Dwalin, what’s your mark?”

That had his eyes on her along with Fili and Kili’s in shock for her sudden meddling. Subtly he cleared his throat and blinked a couple times before rumbling out, “An ax.”

Bilbo smirked asking, “That a common mark among Dwarves?”

Balin fought his smirk as his baby brother looked at his One, “No, quite rare, especially in green.”

Bilbo, “Green, oh,” he said as it clicked in his head and he looked Dwalin over adding, “I wouldn’t suppose you know how to juggle, an old demand I expected of my One when I was a fauntling.”

Dwalin, “I used to often, but I can pick it up again shake off the rust.”

Bilbo gave him a curt nod replying, “Practice first, then we’ll talk, since there seems to be need of contracts.” Turning for his desk hiding his pleased grin at having such a handsome and kind Dwarf all his own to be bonded to. While Dwalin held his own bashful grin for the hint of opening terms with his One he could now confirm his hopes he’d shared with his parents and brother on his brewing affections and bond for Bilbo and little Frodo.

Balin smoothed his hand across his brother’s back in a silent symbol of pride then said, “Now boys, you have a ride to the Palace for tomorrow to be on time for supper and allow Miss Mal to get to her studies and start off her break properly.”

Mal glanced at her watch, “Ooh, not studies but I do have to go. Helping with the new medicine shipment to cover for Tallep.”

The boys nodded and said, “We’ll drop you on the way. Bye uncles, Bilbo and Frodo!” Filing into the still open lift waving to the room to get her to the car and work on time. The full ride they shared their plans for the trip to Greenwood, after which they could plan a stop together for lunch or something casual.

Fili’s eyes popped a bit wider on the car’s stop at the vet’s office, “Mal, hey, um, can we give Jaqi your number?”

Kili nodded, “Right! She said she forgot to ask for it and the school social page is swamped lately to reach you.”

Mal, “Oh sure, ya, I wasn’t sure if I could ask for hers or not.”

Fili, “Oh don’t worry about that. You’re friends and close to family now.”

Halfway to blushing she said, “I wouldn’t say family yet. My parents said it’d be after I graduate and finish residency for any engagement at least.”

Kili waved his hand, “As if that would stop the bond. We will be friends first but even then we’re still practically family.”

Fili, “You can always come to us no matter what.”

Mal nodded and paused asking, “She’ll be okay this weekend? She seemed nervous.”

They both said, “We’ll look after her. Big, meeting of clans and we rarely get to go to Greenwood aside from Great Gramps.”

Tenderly the boys took her hands saying, “We’ll be there. You just relax and we’ll tell you all about it when we get back.” She nodded and her hands were released in her slip out of the car to hurry inside allowing them to signal the driver to head to the Palace.

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It’s A Mother Flocking Puffin Pt 23

Thanks to @c-s-stars​ who again loaned me her OC Mal for this series for some more Fili/Kili love. :)

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Content and warm post the fifth lingering kiss left on your lips you nestled into Thorin’s chest and arms regretting his having to leave you for a few days. The warning bell of the Butler come to leave your breakfast in your dining room was answered by a sigh from Thorin knowing he just had a few more moments to hold his much cherished wife. “I am sorry to have to go. It will be a miserable few days away from my mornings with you.” He murmured pressing another kiss to the top of your head content he could freely touch your scalp again after nearly a week of sensitivity.

“You won’t be miserable, you’ll be busy, have your brother and cousins there.” That had you sigh, “I’ll try to keep busy, going to be odd not having the boys here for the week. They might be taking it hard they’ve been acting strange around me since the match for some reason.”

That had Thorin’s head tilting to peer down at your head that tilted back to steal a kiss of your own he melted into then hummed after in a stroke of his nose to yours, “Strange how?”

“You know that face kids make when they broke something of yours but they don’t want to tell you about it?”

Unable to help it he smirked, “Mhmm,” pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Nothing’s broken or mysteriously missing and unless they’ve been telling people I’ve sprouted tail feathers or something I can’t think of what it might be past me having to stay here while they’re off to campus again.”

Softly Thorin sighed and withdrawing his hand from your back tenderly his fingers brushed a stray strip of curls from your face cupping your cheek for the final lingering parting kiss he’d have to leave after. A clench of your hand on his shirt had him smirking in a lean more against you in the gentle tug of the arm on your back helping you to meet him halfway. Almost magical these mornings had been keeping him powered up through the rough days apart from you while his still recovering Crown Princess was known to be practically encased deep in the Palace until ready one hundred percent to leave the grounds. The questions were the worst, where others imagined something possibly cold or calculated in this union truly there was a budding love and steadfast trust here granting freedoms to embrace, kiss and show as much affections as you allowed. He never wanted you hurt again and even a slight disagreement or misunderstanding with the boys would be seen to as soon as possible to air out any problems to ease all issues all around.

“I’ll see if I can find anything out, Bunnanunê.”

“Ok,” you sighed in the tap of his forehead to yours for the usual sign he was going to let go soon. “One more thing?”

“Hmm?” He rumbled only to chuckle throatily at your hand on his neck and lips on his. The one theft revealed his smirk soon met by a rushed second peck. At that his hand stretched out to fling your covers, he again slept on top of, back for his smile inducing cradling of your body at its move to his chest for warmth greatly easing the task to carry you to the edge of the bed he crawled to. One foot at a time he stepped down turning to ease on his slippers for the walk to the table adoring the feel of your settling against his chest for a few more moments of cuddling. Outside of the bedroom through the door he opened, your eyes fell on Dis smiling with girls asleep in their wheeled bassinets her and Vili had brought in showing they were here to eat with you as the boys had left last night to be there for the team training at the crack of dawn. “Hello Dis, Vili,”

Dis smiled saying, “Hope you don’t mind our interrupting.”

Thorin said, “Not at all,” easing you into your seat where he stole another quick peck on your temple deepening their grins, them being among he rest of the clan who adored seeing the pair of you so loving and growing stronger as a couple by the day. “I am going to get dressed, be back in a little bit.”

Patting his brother in law on the shoulder in passing while the couple sat down across from you smiling while the now trio of Butlers readied the meal and tea for you all retreating at each soft thanks given bowing their heads on the way. Once alone. Vili asked, “Eager to get back to classes?”

“Little bit.”

You said sliding your fingers down the ends of the forks to know which one to choose blindly as Dis said, “Surely it will prove to be some distraction through the rest of your restricted healing until the trip to Greenwood.”

“Should,” you answered wetting your lips then you asked, “Would I be able to have a guest here?” Hastily adding, “Just for a tea or something?” Eyes shifting to the Emperor fully dressed and already fed on his way to make use of the running path in the interwoven gardens on this oddly mist free morning showing signs of rain this night restricting his usual night run.

Dis smiled saying, “Of course, is there a list, or just one person?”

“Just one, I was wondering about Mal, I don’t have her number yet we just talk over the social pages and the messages get buried as it’s still explosive since Smaug and the first classes back and all.”

Vili, “We will talk to Gran about it and an official invite will be made.”

Dis asked, “I was curious to know a bit more about your friend as we’ve already heard so much about Bilbo and Frodo from Dwalin. She seems quite the mystery to us. Do you know what clan she hails from?”

“Um,” lowering your fork from taking a bite of one of the strawberries on your chocolate chip pancakes you chewed and swallowed answering, “She said, something-foot, or foot-something, mentioned it the once but it’s got foot in it. If you mean family she said it’s like that dance, Merengue. Not the dessert but the food said she got hassled for that as a kid.”

Vili’s eyes narrowed a moment and he asked, “But her surname is Baggins. In school, isn’t it?”

“Oh ya,” you said slicing off some of the pancakes, “but no, you’re the Longbeards,” the words now clicking in their head to making sense, “From Durin. She only mentioned it the once but she’s of the Foot one and her relative is Merengue.”

Dis, “Oh, you must mean the StoneFoot clan then.”

“Sounds about right. Might have been her Hobbity accent mingling with the Khuzdul name that threw me off.”

At that moment her grin flinched knowing the history between their clans and how impossible the contract talks would become at their non communication terms settled five thousand years prior. Vili and her together said, “Oh.”

“What?” You asked looking between them.

Dis shook her head smiling asking, “Is her father close with his clan?”

“No, something about why he took her mom’s name. There was a break when he was a teenager. She only mentioned it once and it was only when I walked her home from a post match party, she was a bit tipsy and started to cry about it so I didn’t ask again.”

Vili said, “Good to know. We will tread lightly on those terms then upon her visit should the topic come up.” Feeling a bit more at ease if there was a break from his clan making his a bit less than impossible now. While she was worried for how this would work out Dis was glad to have such a good friend for her possible future daughter in law.

Thorin came back smiling in accepting his seat at your side laying his napkin across his lap asking, “What did I miss?”

Vili smiled saying, “We’re going to talk to Gran about inviting Mal for tea after her last class so Jaqi can check on her friend.”

Thorin smiled your way, “Sounds like a lovely plan. No doubt she will be missing you on campus.”

“We don’t actually have class together, we have shared study rooms and a couple spots at films on campus. Mainly she had a blade stop less than an inch from her face, it’s not a comfortable feeling and I didn’t see her to check on her after Smaug was dead before the jet arrived. I don’t want her to think I didn’t care enough to.”

Thorin said in a rest of his hand on your arm, “She doesn’t think that. Even through Dwalin we’ve heard she’s been getting updates on you and was glad you saved her face. There’s been no ill will whatsoever on that account. No one has felt you didn’t care for them to not check on them personally, even the relatives of students here would not have felt that had you not given them what updates you could on their safety.”

Dis nodded saying, “We have heard she is well and in good spirits, even took up her role as photographer for the last match for the rugby team and everything for the yearbook and school paper. Surely if she were troubled a rest would have been given to her without question. And every citizen has the rights to request audience with the crown to air grievances with the clan, Gramps has heard nothing from any citizen, there was one complaint about using some funds to reshape the tops of the lampposts however that has nothing to do with you.”

“What’s wrong with the lampposts?”

Vili chortled as she replied, “They aren’t topped with igloos apparently.”

Your brow ticked up and Vili replied, “His own personal preference. No special meaning to it attributed to Dale or Erebor.”

“That seems like an abuse of the system.” You muttered slicing off another bit of pancake to their chuckles.

Thorin, “No matter how frivolous each citizen deserves to be heard by the King.” While his focus was on you entirely the fact that his sister and brother in law were focused on getting you and Mal together was not missed, the latter who would seem to be a person of interest for the couple making him wonder all the more.

 *

“Miss Baggins?” Wide eyed the fiery haired Dwobbit turned to find the official Messenger who at her confirming nod handed her an envelope out of his satchel hanging at his waist.

“Yes?” she squeaked out looking down to the envelope she opened to draw out the stunning invitation to the Palace. Instantly her eyes shot up, “I’m being summoned to the Palace?”

“Her Young Majesty has offered a tea with you when your classes are completed.”

“Oh-,” her voice cracked out to the spike of her heartbeat knowing the history of her clan with the Durins imagining how bad this could unravel. “My classes end at two.”

He nodded his head, “A driver will be awaiting you at the Northern Courtyard outside the train station by two. I shall make my leave now, Miss Baggins.” Turning on his heel for the distant car where he called confirming your invitation had been delivered to Queen Niro who was pleased to have heard of your very first request for a visitor to the Palace.

*

 Lowly on his way to the hall once the door was shut behind them Thorin locked eyes with Vili saying, “Spill.”

Vili simply inhaled then let it break free at the snapping of his resolve, “The boys’ marks lit up at their match,” parting Thorin’s lips, “The only one they both seem to be agreed upon having a chance of it being would be is Mal. They feel they’re breaking some ‘Bro Code’ by having her as their One possibly as she’s Jaqi’s only friend outside of the clan and the rugby team and to be involved with her would be a betrayal. We need answers one way or the other. They won’t ask her and Jaqi brought up the tea.”

Thorin smoothed his hand over his lips while Vili talked then lowered it to ask, “Why is Dis so intent on making nice right away?”

Vili, “She’s a StoneFoot.”

Thorin, “Oh that’s bad.”

Vili, “But Jaqi and Bilbo both said her Adad broke with his clan, so there’s a chance, if it’s her. If, till then it’s tea with the Crown Princess.”

Thorin said, “That’s why the boys have been acting strange with her.” Vili’s lips parted wondering if they’d worried you with their behavior in trying to avoid this possibility. “She thought it was because they had to head back to campus without her. I told her I would get to the bottom of it, but now I have to catch my flight, and I will be calling to be kept updated.”

Vili nodded, “We’ll calm her down.”

Thorin, “Oh I highly doubt this situation will go down lightly.” Patting him on the shoulder again, “Just try to keep Gran out of it, you know what her and Gramps would say.”

“That’s the thing, Bilbo didn’t know the clan name, we only know because Mal told Jaqi walking her home tipsy after a match party, she was crying about it so Jaqi didn’t press it.”

Thorin rumbled, “No wonder she’d be crying if she knows what her clan did to ours and how she’s befriending the Crown Princess of our clan. More than enough to break the resolve of any Dwarf. Only time will tell how this uncovers itself, hopefully in the least painful way possible.”

 .

Classes through video conference on your laptop seated at the dining table of your apartment were taken with the others marked by your first weekly prompt to write on for the weekly grade alongside a list of things to make up later. All going quite smoothly until down in the Ravens dwelling attached to the internal glowing gardens you strolled finding a scene to sketch for your drawing course for the daily required sketch. Each and every bird curiously hopped closer to grant you ample choice in which to sketch with several making absurd to majestic poses giving you quite the selection of sketches to submit from. Walks weren’t exactly permitted yet but twenty minutes on your feet inside the Palace walls in this aviary of sorts could be taken as a sign that you were improving if you weren’t too exhausted afterwards. Still a bit olive green under your layers of clothing so far there were no signs for you to be bedridden afterwards yet the Emperor stood by with the wheeled chair to take you back to the sitting room of your apartment to await Mal’s arrival for tea.

Time however got the better of you and while you finished off the final alluring corner of the glowing gardens and the clearing of a throat turned your head to find the aid there bowing their head stating, “Your Majesty, Miss Baggins is here.”

“Oh, thank you, I just let time slip by on me.” Your eyes shifted to Mal at his side flinching out a bow of her head in his retreat from the area making you move closer to say, “Sorry, I’m technically not allowed to bow my head to anyone apparently. New lineage thing. And I’m sorry for not being upstairs there is a tea, I got carried away how are you feeling? Haven’t seen you since, well, daggers and dragon day.”

“I’m good. Excited to see you on your feet, no one expected you out of bed yet.”

“Well,” you said ticking your head to the side a moment then continuing, “Technically I’ve also gone over my allotted time out of bed. Supposed to get twenty minutes on my feet.” After a pause you said, “I’ll show you up to the tea.”

Quickly her grin flinched out while she wondered when the final blow might come at the dropping of the other shoe and the Durins would have her thrown from the Palace then no doubt barred from continuing to live or study in Erebor or any of their other territories. The walk through the gardens didn’t take long and on the edge of the Aviary hall that met with the main hall on this floor you could hear the boys hushedly bickering between input from their father who seemed to be trying to convince them of something. “Honestly never thought I’d be invited here.” She said while the Emperor eased the set aside chair closer to you from where he’d left it along the wall.

“Why’s that?” You asked watching her bandaged hand you hadn’t noticed the injury to earlier due to the baggy sleeves on her thickly knit sweater.

Behind her ear her fiery curls were tucked luring your eyes right to the shimmering specks on her skin you hadn’t noticed before in the shape of a jellyfish. “I’m a StoneFoot?” Mal stated curious how you wouldn’t know the history already and continued at your momentary shrug uncertain of just what that might mean. She huffed and added, “Five thousand years back a StoneFoot refused to let his daughter marry her Durin One no matter what terms they set for the courtship contract. Drug it out to where both of their children returned to the stone for their broken hearts. Since then our clans haven’t spoken and the StoneFoot clan was cursed to not have any daughters until there would be a StoneFoot granted one. She would be burned and her body returned to her clan.”

“And who told them that curse?”

“It was sent in totems from Mahal.”

“That doesn’t sound like the Mahal I know.” Down to her bandaged hand your eyes fell asking, “How’s your hand? Not broken I take it?”

“No, had a few mild blisters down the side of my hand and forearm. Adad says it shouldn’t scar.”

“So you might say the Durins sent you home a bit burned then.” Parting her lips, “Unless you think Mahal would condemn one of his first born’s lines to burn the female child of another clan alive, then drop their remains off at their home afterwards.”

Shaking her head in disbelief she fired back, “But, that can’t be what it meant. They haven’t talked for five thousand years! You can’t change that.”

“No, but maybe a baby girl could get someone to pipe up and say something after all this time.” She looked you over and you added, “Till then you’re my friend no one is burning you. Half Hobbit imagine the press on that. Never get another Hobbit here again. Just be bad politics to do that to their newest clan member. I’d never let them live something so heartless down.” Again she hastily brushed back her hair, this time with her other hand revealing the glowing clover shaped dots there to go with her jellyfish behind her ear. “May I?” Her brows furrowed curiously watching your hand extend that she flinchingly laid her unbandaged hand inside of palm up luring her eyes to the mark shown in your brush back of her sleeve a tad. “I know what this means. Only you’ve got two of them.”

Instinctually her hand retracted to be cradled by her other palm to her middle while you looked around finding the brothers readying to turn only to freeze seeing you and your friend in the hall with them. At your flashed wave the brothers flinched out a step closer to you starting their trip over with their father who was trying not to smile at how you’d gotten them to approach the young Dwobbit they had sworn to not speak to unless forced by you. In a glance over Kili you gave his bicep a gentle poke, “How’s your clover spots?”

Kili, “I um,” he said fighting his urge to cross his arms and sprint away.

“Cuz Mal has two glowing marks and unless Vili’s in the mix it’s just you guys, and that odd looking mounted turtle to be possible suitors depending on the range for marks.”

Fili squeaked out, “Two marks?”

Vili asked, “What is the second mark, since you have shared her clover mark Kili would share?” Trying to remain calm and not start screaming for his wife to get down here and see what she was missing.

“Looks like a jellyfish behind her ear.”

You said pointing to Mal who visibly glanced down the hall contemplating how far she might be able to run before being caught if need be and she was refused by her Ones on the grounds of her clan. Then she broke her silence, “Jaqi, they’re Princes, really it’s ok.”

Tugging her sleeve down over her non burned hand and you huffed saying, “According to Mal her clan broke up a union between Ones five thousand years ago and since then her clan had been cursed to not have daughters until the daughter the Durins would burn alive then drop off at their threshold.” Fili and Kili stiffened locking their eyes on her reluctant gaze close to shrinking away from them from the shame of it all while Vili didn’t move a muscle knowing the tale full well. “So naturally as part of the clan she is afraid of being burned alive and sent home nice and crispy. Which I assured her will not happen. Plus by my reckoning Mahal is not the sort to be demanding anyone burn anyone else’s babies like that. And if you really want to shred hairs you’ve already completed the obligations of said curse after Smaug attacked.”

That dropped the jaws of the trip at the blatant accusation they were ready to fight until you pointed to her bandaged arm, “StoneFoot daughter burned a bit by a dragon and sent home by the Durin clan to her clan. There, now, Fili, jellyfish?”

Fili and Kili both asked eyeing her hand, “You were burned?”

She answered seeing the flinch of pain in their gaze knowing how they’d tried to keep her safe. “By the lake I touched a rail when trying to hide. It looked cooled, but wasn’t. Adad says it won’t scar, just a couple mild blisters.”

A deep breath too many and back you glanced finding the wheeled chair already there you lowered into due to the sting of your ribs. The motion hastening the bus along and Fili to say, “I have a jellyfish.”

Vili approached her asking, “Might I confirm your marks?” She nodded and lifting her wrist he revealed for all three of them the now white clover that matched the one on Kili’s wrist he double checked with a faint grin. Stepping closer he followed your confirming gesture and in the turn of her head he could clearly see the jellyfish matching the now noticeable for you one glowing through Fili’s shirt. Back between his sons again he stated with a grin, “Both marks are confirmed. Now perhaps we might move this discussion upstairs to the waiting tea? Perhaps at least gain a level or means of communication with your parents to take these discussions further.”

Mal nodded fighting against the pull to say no and refuse now rather than be refused later by her Ones and to get the ball rolling with bonding with her Ones she’d wondered when she’d meet them at last, even if there was an added bump of them being nobles. Her eyes shifted to you in your saying, “See, nice and smooth. I found out about my mark matching Thorin’s when we were half naked in a giant hot spring with his whole clan.”

“Really?” She asked a bit stunned at that the boys nodded to confirm.

“My mark’s in the middle of my back so kinda had to be in a state of undress to get it bumped into respectably anyways.”

On the turn to head up to your apartment Vili confirmed your statement, “I am certain there is an amicable means of solidifying your bond in matters of clans. Through Bilbo we know your Adad to be the one from the StoneFoot clan, is he rather close with his relatives?”

Mal wet her lips and answered, “No, haven’t talked since he was thirty.” Turning their heads as to how he was a child still when he left. “Met mom at the market and they touched marks and her parents gave him their information to pass onto his parents. They refused when he shared he’d bonded with a Hobbit and said they were forming a more suitable match for him with the Ironbrand line. So he packed what he could in an enchanted trunk and rode his bike to mom’s house and they conferenced with the Thain who took him in. As they couldn’t allow the match to progress too early,”

Vili nodded, “Understandable.”

She again wet her lips and continued, “I’m not, from a particularly high ranked line.”

Fili and Kili said, “Oh that doesn’t matter.”

Vili glanced their way and added, “There is some weight to your lineage like any other match, however all that can be talked past as long as the three of you are pleased and willing to be bound in a courtship.”

Sheepishly she glanced away asking you, “How are your relatives? We heard from the Royal statement that you were to meet them in Greenwood over the break.”

“They’re good, we’re talking over video chats daily, still going to be different meeting in person.”

“You’re really from the High King’s line?”

“Yes, and the First Born Imin’s. Which will make meeting King Oropher a bit odd. I can’t bow my head to any of them, not even King Elros anymore.”

“That’s got to be more than odd.”

Softly you exhaled and then said, “There really isn’t anything about my life that isn’t just the tiniest bit odd.”

Vili said stealing a glance at the boys who were again looking to you wondering how you were taking their bond truly and not just with the guest here between you. “We are all oddballs here. Have to be.”

Dis around the corner came with a smile spreading, “There you are Jaqi, thought we’d miss the tea, and you found Miss Mal. How are you?”

Mal squeaked out, “Um..”

That had Dis’ brow tick up a twitch until Vili drew her eyes to say, “My Treasured Cumulonimbus, we have just discovered Miss Mal here is bound to our sons. And has agreed to share information to contact her parents for courtship talks.”

Dis’ smile spread, “Well that is magnificent.”

Mal squeaked out again, “I’m a StoneFoot.”

Dis, “Yes,” she managed to say then paused lost for what to say to smooth past that fact.

“And she’s also a bit timid from being told by her clan she’s destined to be burned alive by the Durins. A fate I have given my word will never occur again as she was already burned by Smaug mildly then sent home to her family. Because honestly Durins go around burning Hobbits that’s just poor politics you’d never get another Hobbit here again.”

Unable to help it the group chuckled and Dis giggled out, “True,” and locked eyes with Mal, “You are safe here. Don’t be afraid around us. Now, tea is waiting and we broke out the jam and treats you like Jaqi.” She said turning looping arms with Vili who swiftly muttered all he’d learned to her as you shared with Mal what treats they usually have for tea causing her stomach to clench at the delicious treats she rarely got away from her home in the Shire.

Once around the table the topic of her aspirations to become a vet dipped as the couple across from you realized you hadn’t been speaking for a while now causing the boys to stare at you again on the verge of exploding out their promises they wouldn’t keep talking like this if it was hurting you at all. Their worries were fruitless as your mind had dipped between sips of your tea and nibbles on your treats to the kitten now kneading a paw sleepily into your thigh due to whatever thing he was dreaming of sneaking a poke at.

The silence gave Mal the chance to break out a question she was curious about. “Miss, Jaqi,” your head turned with a curious grin snapping from your imagination, “What sort of chain was that you used on the Avari. We’ve been studying sedatives and I was wondering how it worked.”

“Oh, they’re chains housing small darts laced with Shelob’s Venom.” Her brow inched up and you said, “Shelob is a large spider that lives over a passageway into Mordor and her venom can paralyze her prey while slowly liquefying them inside so she can drink them later.”

“Ah,” She muttered a bit uncomfortable with the image.

“She was killed some time ago but scientists had analyzed her venom and were able to come up with a chemical variation just as potent.”

Emperor Winge said, “Not exactly legal on street level sales but for means of self defense all Numenorean Nobles are trained with those weapons.”

She asked, “And, the chemical compound, it still, you know, liquifies people?”

“In a sense,” he said, “It dissolves the veins feeding into organs so they bleed out while the muscles tighten until the person suffocates unless given the antidote.”

“And that heals the bleeding veins?” She asked and he shook his head subtly. “So it’s not really an antidote.”

“Not exactly, it reverses the instant sedation, but nothing else.” He replied. “Part of why they are only allowed to be used in direst of circumstances. My Yuula had been hunted as a child and knowing that I never wished her to feel out of power to defend herself while alone no matter the difference in height or matter of arms.”

Just a moment Mal focused her wide eyed gaze on you she then tore down to her cup of tea she sipped on trying not to imagine what sort of future he had expected for you to have taught a child such matters of defense that would no doubt guarantee your survival one way or another, unless they let loose a freaking dragon of course. The thought she thought she kept to herself blurred out of her lips and in the awkward silence of the Durins she looked up at your gaze on her at her asking, “What happened to your parents?”

Where tears or shouts to leave might have been the reaction from anyone else but matter factly you answered, “I don’t really know. I think it was a gas they set off in the house. My dad hid me in a safe room when my mom warned him they were at the door.”

“I’m sorry, that, was supposed to stay in my head.”

You shook your head with a flinch of a grin, “Curiosity is key,” you said lifting the cup in your hand for a sip narrowing her eyes in confusion along with the boys’.

Winge smirked stating, “It’s a quote from a series of detective books for children from Numenor. Painful or not questions must be asked to approach the door, curiosity is the key.”

Mal, “Ah, that’s kind of cool. What series is that, do they just print in Elvish?”

“They also have a series in Troll, but here are new translations in the common tongue set sometime in the coming years. The author was finally worn down on that topic after the Steward of Denethor said his grandsons love the series but are miserable at Elvish lessons.”

A text from her pocket had Mal reluctantly checking her phone, “Ah, Frodo has dumped apple sauce on his diapers.”

“Clearly being framed,” you teased before another sip making Mal smirk and glance your way.

“I do think the cat from next door enjoys to sneak in and break things. Hid one of those teddy cams to prove it. If Frodo spilled apple sauce it would be on him somewhere from trying to eat it not dump it out. I do have to pick more up though. Thank you for the invitation.”

“You’re welcome, and thank you for coming.”

Dis and Vili stood saying with matching smiles, “We’ll walk you back to the helipad Miss Mal while Jaqi continues to rest.”

She nodded her head to the table and flashed the boys a quick wave they answered with brief head nods and flinches of grins before looking to you at her step away from the table headed for the door. Instantly when the door closed behind the departed trio almost Fili and Kili’s eyes seemed to double in matching pleading gazes utterly confusing you. “What? You want my last scone?”

Kili, “We didn’t plan this we swear!”

Fili, “Honest! We would never try to steal your friend!”

“Plan what? The tea?”

“Our marks.” The pair answered.

“I’m confused.” You muttered.

Kili, “Mal’s your best friend and now we know she’s our One it’s not what we planned to go and break the Bro Code!”

Fili nodded, “You never get involved with your Bro’s friends.”

“So, we’re bro-, you think I’m mad at you?!” They both nodded and you replied, “She’s your One! Why would I be mad? And I know you two better than I know Mal. Damnit I forgot to get her number again.” You said followed by a huff able to crack a hint of a smirk on their faces at the fourth time they’d heard you curse since knowing you, but this time the first without it having been brought on without a smashed finger or stubbed toe. “Dragon keeps the social pages too busy to flag her attention there.”

Fili, “Amad no doubt will get her number.”

“So why have you been acting weird then? I thought it had to be about leaving me here while you went back to campus.”

Fili, “Amad has been trying to help us uncover who made our marks light up at the match. We kept Mal out of the way from Smaug that day.”

Kili, “We thought it was Mal, and didn’t know how to tell you. She’s your only friend at school outside of the clan and the team.”

“Well I’m not mad, I take it this was a plan to ambush my tea then?” They answered with nods and you asked, “Are you staying the night?”

They shook their heads and Kili answered, “No, car should be ready for us seeing Mal is being taken back.”

“Well you go on ahead then. Enjoy the rest of your night. And try not to worry, I’m happy you found your One, even if both of you dating her might complicate things.” That had their eyes flinch wider again to their puppy dog stares making you say, “I mean like who gets the first hug and pulls out her chair or if you split dates. I am not mad. Two of you one of her. I’ve only seen a few trio pairings before and they were all a bit awkward to smooth out is all I meant...”

Fili swatted his hand at the air, “Dwarves have triple pairings all the time. Uncles Dwalin and Balin’s parents are in a trio pairing.” That narrowed your eyes a moment trying to guess the third.

Kili, “Only her and Fundin are wed though, it was decided ages past that hers and Fragn’s bond was platonic. He has no physical urges and merely had a child through an approved Hobbit surrogate as the last son of his line to continue it. They live in Moria acting as Regent there for Great Gramps. You will meet them over the summer surely.”

Fili, “Their bond is quite rare though, usually all three are wed and bear pebbles and raise their family together in a very deep devotion for the one bearing their pebbles.”

Kili nodded, “Though we still love our great uncle Fragn for his rarity as do Fundin and our great aunt with his feelings very much the same. All adoring our uncle Nalin.”

“So which one does Nalin look like, Balin or Dwalin?”

They both answered, “More like Fragn than Fundin.”

“Ah. Surprise then.” Your head ticked to the side making them grin, “Off you pop don’t miss your car. I’ll be fine get rested for tomorrow.”

“We’ll miss you auntie,” they said squishing you in a giggle inducing hug before heading out to do just that allowing you a few moments to let out a deflating breath before their parents would be back again.

Another tart was nibbled on until the door opened again and the smiling couple had returned signaling your finishing sip of your tea so you could speak again once they’d sat down, expecting quite an animated chat once they’d done so. Vili was the first to speak, “Boys left already?”

“Yes, sent them on their way. Thought they had broken some Bro Code by bonding with Mal.” That had twitches of smirks ease across their lips at your relaxed stance on this, that even without that code for Dwarves this could be an awkward adjustment to say the least as the line between friends and relatives blurred even more for yourself. “I do have to ask, is it normal to be so distant? They didn’t even shake hands goodbye, just a wave, nod and pop out.”

Dis, “Oh, that is tradition, after the first touch and marks are confirmed generally touch is restricted until the courtship contracts are settled.”

“Wow, I just broke all the rules didn’t I?”

He chuckled saying, “Queens make their own paths and rules on matters of the heart.”

Dis, “And thank you for putting to rest the whole totem topic with Mal. That dark storm has been swirling over the heads of our clans for an age now. To have solidified her safety so was truly brilliant of you. And our Stone Speakers shall conference on the matter to see if your words would be true, if her burn from Smaug would mark the curse as broken.”

Vili, “She is quite adamant her Adad has nothing to do with his clan, that is in the boys’ favor at least. Hobbit unions are quite relaxed as far as contracts go. Should not be long before they are granted on their first monitored outing.”

“That’s another step I leapt over by eloping, right?”

They both chuckled to your breathy giggle and Dis said, “Every courtship is different. Ours was unlike any other as will that of our boys and young Mal. There is no comparing them.”

“They did mention Fragn,”

“Ah,” Vili said with a creeping grin. “Yes, trio’s are interesting to settle. Always begin with a courtship and it can go from there. They may yet choose other spouses, forgive my saying, but you don’t seem quite attached at the hip yourself, relationships build over time.”

“I am trying to be a good friend,” you sighed out and their mouths opened.

Dis, “That is not what we meant. Entirely you are an incredible friend,”

You shook your head with a flinch of a grin, “I’m just awkward, we don’t have a lot of time together, but she seems nice. Friendly, bit nervous, she doesn’t want to overstep and I don’t want to make her think she has to be my friend for the whole Princess thing.” Making them chuckle to themselves.

Vili, “It is not in Dwarf culture to take a friendship forced upon you by rank. You are safe there. You are adjusting to the etiquette, so to speak, of conversing and dwelling among nobles while she is doing the same.”

Dis nodded, “We all face it once we attended university. Open to the public and even serve them through our companies.”

“How is your cooking show?” You asked Vili widening his smile.

“I have been filming some more episodes on our weekends to catch up. A few months worth ahead now to grant some breathing room for us to find some new guests.”

Dis asked, “Are you rather tired from your walk?”

“Sad to say I am a bit.”

Winge, “That is not sad, not remotely, take advantage of all the rest you require,”

“I suppose I could take a nap then. Try to work on some instruments tomorrow after my classes.”

Pt 24

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Next Caller

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“Where the hell is he?”

“Tuesdays aren’t even that popular.”

“He should be happy for the slot after how he blew up on Jimmy last year.”

The comments rippled around the radio station and of course no one was paying any mind to the clock ticking down to the next segment needing to start and with the usual concoction for the arrogant star of the show threatening to just ditch his job for weeks now in hand just watching the clock. Finally having taken up on his threats and in the floundering network rumored to be up for sale soon by the owner you had worked as a glorified maid and assistant to the stuck up few stars on the long time running segments still holding strong.

Over the airways the sign off messages rang and between the exit of the former show’s cast you slipped straight to the empty seat. And mentally gave a ‘fuck it’ to the rules while the other headliners were off to their chosen lunches not willing to take up a second show deciding to let the old star just burn with the blank airtime. Out of everyone you were the oldest one here from the early days of this owner having taken hold of it and even with countless ideas used on air you still hadn’t been given the shot you were promised by said owner for a show of your own.

To the shock of the redhead behind the glass manning the helm of the show now grinning as you eased the headphones in your ears and lowered the mic to a better height and started to speak at her finger wave that you were on proven by the lit up bulb outside your soundproof door. “Hey hey hey, welcome to another blustery day out here in the Misty Mountains and it’s just you and me your dear friend Bunny, devoted with my ear to the ground here to give you all the latest on those lovable Durin boys of ours.” With a tick of the redhead’s brow at the name of the first Dwarf to be woken’s line still thriving today with a great number of sons to carry it on with a heaping amount of funds to boast about if they so wished with their various empires. “And of course all of this coming from the dearest and loveliest of Countesses, Beatrice of the nightshade persuasion on line one now ready to pick up where we left off yesterday.”

The redhead shook her head and you did the same in return lifting a finger tapping a couple buttons on the laptop on the desk now turned to a game of spider solitaire you started a new game on. “Hello Sweetheart, how are you?”

All at once your voice dropped to a deeper tone with a thick Khuzdul accent, “Fine as marble, Darling. Fine as marble. Now,” the redhead smirked as you stole a glance at your open notebook and leaned back in your seat to start playing your game, “Darling, as I left off yesterday, on the eve of the noontide solstice that bastard, I can say bastard, Darling?”

Your voice switched back, “Of course you can.”

A husky exhale sounding of a puff of smoke from a pipe came as the Countess spoke again, “When that bastard Wolsey left me at the alter. Now I was just a young thing but it did so scuff my little whiskered heart when we were seven. Though I suppose it was quite telling of future events to come if you believe in omens and such finicky things. Barely to twenty five years later and I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the little flake of a boy then out of nowhere I’m halfway to my social economics course in secondary courses and out of nowhere this husk of a menace trying to sneak into some upper classroom on a winding oak branch just plummeted straight in front of my path.” Another husky exhale laced with a deep wry chuckle came after a flitting giggle from you and she continued as the redhead leaned back in her chair folding her fingers in front of her lips to hide her creeping grin.

“Had the nerve to bloody the path in front of my new kitten pumps then gets up, broken nose and all and splatters out cockily, ‘Fancy that, my falling at the feet of an angel.’”

“I think it’s sweet,” You replied in your own giggling voice.

To which she replied, “If you enjoy blood stains on your stocking Darling his sort of fella is the kind for you. No doubt every proclamation of love ended with his blood splattered over me.”

“Mum always said no ounce of love without an ounce of blood.”

“Darling,” Again she chuckled I a husky plume of smoke, “Then I had love by the gallon. Oh it was dreadful at first. Strangers, with one pining away hopelessly without thought of a chance. And then suddenly a year had passed and we were looking down the cannon of romance.”

From a first date all the way to an obscure flirtation that ended in a near brawl you faked a bathroom break for the Countess granting you the hourly adds you had to run through before she could pick up her story again after you had rushed to relieve yourself and race back again. Two hours in and you could see the assistant of the owner dropping by to stare on with a curious smirk of his own at the supposed mastermind behind the voice tripling listeners by the bustling social media outlets blowing up about the supposed Durin lover telling all. Then by the end of the fourth hour the seeming world listening in had mouths watering and groans echoing as you signed off bidding dear Beatrice farewell for the day she gladly returned before you named the station and final sponsor and left your seat to the next set.

Out in the hall with your helmsman Mal, the crimson haired green eyed Dwobbit who chuckled and blushed her way through the whole show asking, “Where the hell did that come from?”

Shaking your head you smoothed your fingers through your waist length forest green curls with your white blonde roots showing marking a need for a touch up soon, brushing them back behind your pointed ears only for them to fall back into your face, “I just, nobody was going to jump on and it would have been dead air.”

Mal chortled flashing you her phone showing you the still growing feed with questions about Bunny and Beatrice. After a dig in your pocket you brought up on your own phone sending off a comment into the feed from a dummy email linking to the social page you had for your Bunny persona that had snippets of conversations with Beatrice and other so far unnamed characters in the story yet to come. More and more notices racked up and at least if nothing else came of this you might have some interest in the book series this story was based on you were off home to keep writing after Mal’s guiding walk down to your cars in the parking garage where you exited the door on foot from a safer exit than the front entrance. ‘Imaginary friend’, that was the job title Bunny held and between the shifts at the five star motel you worked in as a maid you had gotten well into your seventh book of what seemed to be the series never to be published.

Two hours, that was all you had. And passing the coffee shop you normally used packed to the hilt as all the stars of the radio shows on the block seemed to flood there between shows you passed it scouring for any signs of take out cups close to something able to help you through your long shift lasting past midnight.

Cups, check. Five people left the tiny corner shop that you trotted into trying not to feel out of place in a near sheer tank top and worn ink stained jeans with a flannel shirt around your hips in deep green matching your hair, nails and converse. A set of bills from your coffee fund jar folded in your fingers and tilted in your stance the blue eyed serious Dwarves behind the counter seemed to stare at you in the discerning gaze scanning over the large menu. Three people were in front of you and by the time you reached the register you weren’t sure what language it was even in, legibly scrawled out in Khuzdul runes with Hobbitish translations under it and it all still flew over your head.

The fact was painfully obvious for the trio of chiseled men behind the counter, the one with the messy bun in front of you especially as his furrowed gaze landed on you as he rumbled at you, “What can I get you?”

“Um, Surprise me. Just no lavender.” That made his eyes narrow even more for a moment then he turned his gaze to the register and accepted the bills you passed him.

“Name?”

“Pear,” that had his head tilt slightly and you accepted your change stating, “Like the fruit. Cheers.” You said turning to glance over the seats and sigh walking to the far too tall table with a stool seat you practically had to hop up onto as it was clear to half a foot over your hip.

Crossing your ankles your heels rested on the foot pegs and you set down your notebook and opened it. Pulling your unnoticed pen from behind your wall of colored curls you flipped over to one side granting the trio a glimpse of the Elf ears on the Hobbit sized woman clearly granting Thorin his guinea pig for his new tea drink he had made. This quaint little shop, half herb shop run by Balin, with Dwalin teaming up with brother and cousin in both herb and tea shop ends now down a server due to a babysitter fumble bringing Thorin here to fill in himself.

The more he got into the mixture his grin eased out in anticipation wondering just what your life was to fill in the history of his new favored person. One large green mug later his eyes were on you again. Eagerly taking up the delivery of said drink granting him a chance to steal a glimpse at the notebook now coated in a doodle of his cousin Balin grinning as he spoke to his tiny herb sprouts lining them up on their shelves with tiny hearts all around him in your loss for what to write. “That’s good, draw for a living?”

Shaking your head you replied, “Nope. Don’t really make a living.”

His brow inched up and he named his mixture you slid closer to you and snapped a picture of the floating design on the top of it, setting your phone down you lifted the mug stirring a curious twitch of the corner of is lips, “How does that work exactly?” His eyes focusing on your expression as you took a testing sip.

Lowering the cup you said, “I can work up to 16 hours a day, every day, I can afford two meals and a coffee, well, today tea. No car, barely enough for rent in the only town I wasn’t black listed from renting in relatively close to affordable.”

“Black listed?” He muttered in confusion.

“My father has, a reputation, and a lot of enemies, though thankfully a lot of Dwarves don’t give a damn as long as you’re willing to break your knuckles to earn your footing.”

Without pause he asked, “Do you need a job?”

At that you chortled and said lowering your mug from another sip, “Sorry, I have two. I doubt I could work here, it is best I don’t work around heat sources when I’m tired, which I would be. Not that I wouldn’t jump at the chance to find out the spectacular truth behind all those coffee and tea shop fantasies everyone writes about. If I do get fired though, which could be a possibility after the stunt I pulled today, I will definitely take you up on that.”

In a sharp exhale he eyed the mug then pulled a card from his pocket and the pen from his apron pocket he wrote something down on the back of the card he then slid closer to you. “I’ll cut you a deal, every day you post a review on my drink choices I’ll pay you 20 bucks.”

Playfully you quipped, “I can barely feed myself what am I going to do with deer at my place?” Deepening his smirk in the extension of his hand, “You got yourself a deal there my personal Mug Dealer.”

“Mug dealer?” He rumbled back. “People hear that and they might assume something.��

“Ooh, like what? You might be the Mafioso of mugs? King pin of peppermint owns this block, beware.”

He rolled his eyes, “I have to get back, just pass on your username when we take your mug, Nickname Queen.”

Again you mumbled, “Closer to the other end of the Cinderella Spectrum there Mug Dealer.”

In a glance back he purred, “Thorin.”

You nodded lifting your phone finding their page saying as Dwalin passed bringing another their choice, “Got my early morning fix at the Arkenstone. Only thing tighter than the perfect zing of the X special was server Thorin’s shirt.” A snorting laugh came from Dwalin on his way back while Thorin turned to you with prickling cheeks and you mumbled, “Draft number one, I’ll get it right. Catchy and alluring for others comin’ up.”

The cousins muttered to one another and you lingered around finishing your mug and taking notes in your notebook until your notice of the time had you approached the counter and with a playful glint in his eyes Thorin offered a bill asking, “What’d you come up with?”

“MugMafioso, my new account for this. Don’t worry, kept my thoughts on your clothes to myself.” He insisted on handing you the bill as Dwalin chuckled seeing your self drawn icon of a rabbit in a pinstripe suit behind a desk holding a smoking tea pot. “Have fun, off to work. Thanks again.”

His eyes followed you in your trot out the door then looked down at the review under the picture stirring up a few notifications at first steadily growing in the next half hour until the first person came in flashing the message asking about the special adding more reviews of their own.

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Black with deep green lacy accents the uniform dress waited for you in your locker and easily you changed into the dress and left your tolerated green converse on then wound your hair up with a pair of wing decorated hair pins joined by strands of beads. Room to room you cleaned your way through the top floors carefully detailing each of the suites and invisible woman-ing your way through the celebrities. A trait you had been picked up on at an encounter with a naked soap opera star lost and drunk in the elevator you helped back into his room and managed to avert the press who had been called by his now ex who had locked him out and left the hotel promoting you to the ranks of the trusted in the elite floors. Still a part time assistant when around the most demanding celebs who never left their room you managed through at a higher wage that had freed you from your third job.

Findis, the simple name stating which clan owned the internationally known hotel chain you were employed by. Only flashes of the woman married to the man set to take over within the next decade was your glimpse of anyone not bearing the Findis golden hair. A raven haired heavily side burned Dam with piercing blue eyes who seemed to pass by you like you were nothing more than air. Not intentionally or worse than others, just too busy to bother with anyone else most days in holding her own role until her latest surprise pregnancy would take her out of work for a time.

Nothing out of the ordinary really happened yet when you had punched out you turned your phone back on mid hour long subway ride and saw the notice from the radio show that your show slot was being picked up on a trial basis and you were needed in the office in a few hours to sign the paperwork.

In a plop you had finally collapsed onto your bed in your so called apartment of a closet loft to rummage up as much sleep as possible until you were forced to wake up again. A handshake or a pat on the head would have been less of a brush off than you had gotten. No compliments, merely a sighing exchange from the aid in charge of securing the documents who gave you the schedule for the three day a week job coming with a stunning five grand raise a week over your barely two grand a month job. The new check such a scoff worthy amount to the former star barely a fifth of his former check you could live months off of just one of them. It was a big change but you weren’t going to change, your finances wouldn’t change and every single cent over your usual amount would be set aside in your lint trap of a savings account for some sort of umbrella or parachute in the future.

Noon however again had you back in the same tea shop finding the dame mohawked man stepped forward asking, “Up for another experiment?”

You nodded, “Just no lavender.” Passing him the bill on your way to your same table you settled at and noticed Thorin coming out of the back room at Dwalin’s call drawing his eye right to you. It didn’t take long and signing into your MugMafioso account now with a handful of followers for your singular posting soon to be two as Thorin brought over a second testing mug he set down asking, “Any news on that need for a job application?”

“Um, I actually got a new project at work. They don’t really have much faith in how I’ll pull it off though. So I’ll keep you posted there my trusty Mug Dealer.”

Again he smirked rolling his eyes stepping back, “Enjoy your tea.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied to his back making him shake his head again on his walk back to the counter as you snapped a picture of the drink you sipped on while Dwalin tried to nudge Thorin back to talk to you some more. The pattern was starting to build and with your mug returned another trading of smirks came on your way back to the hotel trying to mentally prep the outline for your next day on air.

 * Mal x Fili/Kili *

There was no secret that Thorin had blushed, a stolen picture of it by Balin had cemented the fact and his aid to a Damsel on the verge of Distress was shared as well. The elder Durins rarely dipped their toes in romance and while Frerin was off chasing his racing dreams Dwalin was the closest after Dis to have found a possible life partner.

Two years the tattoo parlor across the street had drawn his eye, more for the tree sleeve coated Hobbit heading The Acorn dubbed shop. A first timid drop in to get a ladybug on the side of one of his fingers to excuse his out of nowhere stop into the shop was the start of a line of them eventually across his wrist forming the rune of his niece’s name. From there an ‘accidentally’ left discount card on a promotion had the curious Hobbit dropping by himself hooking him as well into a well excused path to see more of the burly guy sharing the same magnetic pull he felt.

Three months they had been living together now and with that came the try to mingle family lines. A troublesome task as Bilbo now had custody of his Nephew Frodo just barely three years old expanding their own mini family. The daughter of his cousin however upon their buying a home together had taken up his old flat above the shop and helped to pay the rent by working part time in the shop on the paperwork and temporary image printing to ease the work of the tattoo crew between shifts at a radio station. Among her tasks was to change the artwork on the sign out front and while the shop was closed down allowing Bilbo and Dwalin a brunch with family she wobbled her way onto the rickety ladder to lower the locking hook for the sign.

“Damn, rickety-, why do we-,” A sharp gasp came and on a stop to pick up a special drink for his mother Fili trolled in front of Kili now on his phone double checking the schedule to get back onto the racing schedule with Frerin later this evening as part of his pit crew.

Quicker then he’d thought possible he’d caught the Dwobbit now with cheeks redder than her hair and green eyes, even in their frightened gaze over the pair they were stunning and once down a fumble for her name had the pair grinning and flashing their dimples at her only worsening the struggle. A shout from Dwalin had them glancing down the street and Kili offering her his phone, “We have to go, and sadly won’t be back in town till Friday, but can we have your number?”

‘Su-, sure,” she stammered out and punched in her number passing it back, “Oh, I don’t know your names.”

That had the pair smirking at the hopefully honestly clueless woman, “Fili and Kili, at your service. We’ll text you later, My Lady.” Trotting off as she nodded again and sighed turning inside to bring out the new poster for the sign she opened to pull the old one out then up again she wobbled and managed to secure the sign up again then head inside to give the shop a good clean readying for the afternoon shift coming in later.

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Sighing heavily Fili plopped into the chair beside Kili making Dwalin day, “We all got plans for after this boys. Shouldn’t take long.”

Fili sighed out again, “Not like we can do anything anyways we’re off for a race and won’t be able to see her a whole week..”

Frerin’s head cocked with interest at the latest swooning Durins, “Her who?” Slightly uncertain how the pining would effect the pit crew if they were to lose their focus at the race.

In a dreamy sigh Kili propped his chin in his palms laying all his weight on the table in front of him with Fili leaning against the arm of his chair closer to his brother, “Mal.”

Dwalin nodded, “Uh huh, and what does this Mal do?”

The pair shrugged and the younger brother blew a string of his chocolate curls from his face that had swung free of his small bun, “She was hanging a sign at the tattoo shop across from the tea shop.”

Dwalin’s lips pursed, “Hmm,” fighting not to blush in saying as plainly as he could, “Must be Bilbo’s cousin’s girl. Took up the flat over the shop from us.”

That perked the boys up and Fili said, “Yes!”

Kili, “You could talk us up while we’re gone!”

Dwalin hummed out, “Doesn’t work all the time though. Just a part time gig by what I could tell. I missed that convo while Frodo was loose in the garden.”

Frerin smirked glancing at Thorin who sat down and gruffly said to his clean shaven brother as his short beard seemed to bristle in his wordless show he was ready to defend himself, “Don’t.”

Frerin smirked, “I didn’t say a thing!”

Thorin reaches out grabbing one of the bottles of juice on the table, “Don’t.”

Dwalin, “That’s right Rin, Thorin isn’t swooning.”

Thorin muttered lifting his bottle to his lips, “Exactly.”

Vili smirked saying, “Absolutely not, all business with the MugMafioso.”

Trying not to chuckle as Dis entered and took her seat, asking herself in a smoothing of her hand over her blouse after undoing her coat jacket while sitting, “How did you manage to gain this new following again, Thorin?”

Thorin lowered his bottle and sent a half hearted glare at Balin who smirked in saying, “He’s become a mug dealer.”

Thorin grumbled as Dwalin chuckled saying, “Pretty successful one too to have caught a partnership with the Mug Mafia.” The table chuckled and Dwalin patted his cousin’s shoulder, “Oh come on, fine, fine. Cute Lass walks in saying ‘surprise me’ to Thorin when they got stumped on the menu. Bit of flirting,” Dwalin lifted a finger silencing Thorin in his mouth opening to talk, “On her part, and he finds out she’s had a bad day at work. Said she might get fired so he offers her a job if she does get fired, then says he’ll pay her a 20 for every review she posts to the social page. She made a new account and it kicks off.”

Thorin, “She has two jobs no car and needed a hand, nothing romantic.”

Balin coughed out, “Lies.” Then shook his head in a glance at Thorin who glared at him again, “Allergies.” Taking a bottle himself then coughed again, “Smitten.” And took a big swing of the bottle he opened smirking as he did while the others chuckled and Thorin smoothed a hand over his face and settled back in his chair while their parents and grandparents came in.

Beside them Bofur and Bifur both sat down to the left of Thror across from their matriarch Niro, the latter who looked at her husband in his saying, “It goes without saying we’ve heard about the radio show yesterday.” At the boys’ brows inching up he added, “At least most of us. Now it doesn’t seem to be factual, though a great deal of the details are stunningly accurate. Bofur, have you found anything?”

He nodded and said, “Aye, well this ‘Bunny’ who was talking with the ‘Countess Beatrice’ didn’t seem to work at the station or any other before yesterday. The slot was for that Belby guy, but he didn’t show up so it seems it was a last minute fill in, even if it made it seem like it was continuing a former interview.”

Niro, “That’s it?”

Bifur raised a finger, “Ma’am if I may, from what I was able to find, I did locate a similar draft for a novel someone by the pen name Bunny tried to have picked up a few years ago that has been gathering dust after being circulated around. It has a few rough details of the same story.”

Diaa, “So it’s a story then?”

Bofur said, “It seems the Belby guy left without notice, just didn’t show up. Must have been a last minute add to test how it would go. Certainly had plenty of time to tweak the story and dig for history on our clan.”

Bifur, “With the draft there was a notice there was approval from Gorgo years before on the idea to use the Durin name for the copyright issues. We dug up the notes on what plot points were listed to be included and it does seem like a mellow-drama with a seedy crime edge bubbling up later on in the series. Which it was meant to be a series.”

Dis’ brows furrowed, “Why wasn’t it picked up then?”

Bofur shrugged, “Just a handwritten note on the cover ‘Shelve’ nothing else. Looks like someone doesn’t like Bunny, Gorgo had been clocked as reviewing this case biweekly for any updates. It is quite addictive. Clearly as everyone has found out.”

Bifur nodded, “I read it three times. Pretty good.”

Thror nodded then said, “One thing to do then. Send it to Dain, see what deal we can work out with this Bunny.” He couldn’t help but smirk adding, “Get Gorgo her book. No wonder she’s been so book crazed these last years.” Thinking back to her eagerness to scour the incoming author lists for drafts in their family publishing firm they had started in their youth now the largest Dwarven publishing firm around.

Bofur glanced at his brother in a silent debate on who would share the worse news making Niro ask, “What else aren’t you saying?”

Bifur cleared his throat and said, “Well, um, you see, I pulled the file on the author,”

She nodded and Thror asked, “And?”

Bifur continued, “Someone used white out all over the only hard copy and erased it from the system.”

That made the Durins collectively huff and Thrain said, “Dain can muscle it out. Someone’s bound to remember. Worst comes to worst we’ll send Gorgo after them. Not even Gloin could pull her off them if he wanted to.”

Dis, “If need be we could always contact the actors on the radio show and see who their source is and work that angle.” Earning agreeing nods stirring up the next few issues and family announcements of schedules before they split up to head back to their normal routines.

Pt 2

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Next Caller Pt 37

Across your desk you had set up the stacks of papers to get into your sketching and with a stop watch you had timed out your vocals for the lines for the commercial and using the storyboard outline sheets with the lines on them you got to work. In the mocked up border on each sheet you marked where each item in the background would be that would be used and got to detailing each character inside. Focusing on them for each scene varying the facial motions that when you flipped through the start of the three minute commercial. Roughly you would end up needing 5500 images to fill the three frames per second you were used to using for your old show. Just finishing the characters for the first half a minute alone had you grumbling and wrapping those in twine to keep separate, leaving a dot where you had paused in the storyboard to start lunch.

It would certainly take a long time to finish the first commercial alone and while you stirred up some soup you listened to Roac sharing his latest plan to keep Dot entertained post group nap. Though he didn’t really need your help just someone to vent his excitement to before he went to curl up in his house in Thorin’s room.

Alone again you dipped back to wondering how you could master a sort of pattern to spend time with Thorin when you were back to working at the hotel again. Four days a week you would barely be sleeping or at home and there was no telling what he would have planned for those days. Just leaving early breakfasts and an afternoon run in at his shop through the week. It was barely noticeable how little you were home through the week for the Durins, yet now that he had moved into a home that like with his former housemates he would be alone for most of the time and everyone would know that.

When you had finished off a few grilled cheeses you heard the garage closing signaling you to set two places at the table. With bags in hand Thorin smiled at you saying, “That was timed well.”

“You missed Roac’s plans though.”

“Oh no, I didn’t he shared those last night for me.”

Looking at the bags he was holding in moving the pot to the heat resistant pad on the table. Setting his things on the counter he said, “I am glad the group is all napping so I could show you what I got.”

Out of the bags he pulled a stack of plastic containers holding muffins and brownies making you walk closer asking, “What is that?”

The tone making him turn with blender in hand only seeing you staring at the stack of snacks. “Those, muffins and brownies.” You looked up at him and he said, “They were out of cookies.”

Moving closer to him his brows inched up curiously as you kept your eyes on him opening one of your cupboards you pointed into at the long Tupperware containers with cookies and brownies in them. “If I can’t have tea bags you can’t buy those.”

“I-,”

Tapping the top box of brownies you said, “I know how much these are, and I could make you dozens of each for the same price.”

“You already make soup and bread-,”

“Ok, I can go through a tub of brownies in a week myself. I am also eating the soup and bread. It’s not like you walked in saying ‘I eat a cheesecake a week make it for me’ no, I am eating them too. No tea bags no pre made brownies, cookies or muffins.”

A smirk tugged across his lips and he nodded holding back his chuckle in your poke to his middle, “Agreed. Though if I do draw the line at cakes. If you insist on baked only-,”

“You can buy a cake if you like, and I don’t bake pies. Does not end well with Belly, he gets a bit too curious and ends up poking them to get to the fruit.”

Humming in amusement he asked, “How often do they dig in the kitchen?”

“Most of the time when I was home I was there. They got curious. Here they have more to distract them at least.” Your fingers tapped the counter and he looked you over, “Were you ok at the apartment when they guys were gone for days?”

“We had most of our days together. If this is more about you being busy once you get back to working at the hotel it won’t be a problem.”

“What do you usually do?”

He chuckled saying, “I like scrap booking and reading among other hobbies. If I get too bored I have ample relatives to keep me distracted.”

Sitting down for lunch he listened to what you had accomplished so far then helped you clean up and pulled the cup out of his blender box to add to the washer before hiding the body of the blender in his closet in his room. Though with you behind him he showed you the table that you helped him carry through the hall between your rooms to place it into the study that did fit perfectly into the place he had chosen. While you checked again at your sketches he came back in with his chair then came to see what you had done smirking as he watched the Countess starting her mini promo for the book in the bare bones background.

“I just wanted to get the characters done first, then I can build the room around them, which the background, I’m a bit rough on, so I might have to have Celebrian’s cousins to come out and help like they did on the old show.”

“That sounds good. How much of the commercial is this?”

“Roughly 30 seconds out of a three minute commercial.”

“30 seconds?” he asked glancing at the thick stack surprisingly only a minute portion of it. “Wow,”

“It’s better than claymation, at least in my opinion.”

“No, I bet.”

“But I may have jumped the gun and ordered stuff for the studio, so, at least, I’ll have that. It can all be in its own space.”

“Just let me know when it’s coming and I’ll call my relatives.”

Post meal he looked at what you had planned for the studio and while he got to quietly planting his sprouts in the greenhouse you got back to breaking through another half a minute of the commercial you tied off together in another bundle of twine and joined Thorin in the dinner he had fixed.

Under the covered windows by the storm shutters protecting them from the storm blowing through once you had hurried out to warn the owl couple of the storm that Hector accepted you and Thorin’s help in closing the shutters around the window cutouts and door opening you had worked a handle on the inside a few days prior just for this when they had said they wished to stay to their own home even in storms they settled in for a loud and wet night. Back to your meal you went then cleared up and headed off to bed calling it an early night.

A tap on your hand however had your eyes opening and groggily you blinked Kuu into focus and found your feet to come greet the owl couple now inside the greenhouse with a large stack of branches they had drug inside from the yard sending your roomba scrubber into a frenzy to clean up after. A second nest had been set up, just for emergency weather like this, granting the pair a chance to have nights to roam protected form windy storms like this. Boiled peas were called for, and after your having held the trio of eggs for the pair while they finalized the nest, they were settled safely in the nest and again you were back to your bed. Calm at least the pair had allowed you to wipe the mud off their feet if they wished to explore your home to keep your carpet clean.

 *

 “They made a second nest inside.” Thorin said nibbling on a cookie he had brought from your stash along with the muffins and brownies he had bragged you had promised to bake for the pair of you.

Balin, “That’s, and they are content with being inside?”

Thorin, “It’s quieter. Hector’s mate felt uncomfortable with the shaking doors it seems.”

Dwalin, “Perhaps we could get our cousins out to coat it in storm shutters anchored against the wind.”

Thorin mumbled around another bite of his cookie, “We would have to ask them. Even weather is coming up for a stretch.”

Balin smirked asking, “You found out at breakfast, why the grumbling this morning?”

Thorin muttered, “Rain.”

His eyes however switched to the door and the trio watched Frerin driving past the shop heading for the lot. From there they turned to see Frerin stroll through the back door smirking at the three saying, “So it rained.”

They all answered, “Yes.”

Frerin looked to Thorin, “I know what you’re thinking.”

Thorin rumbled back, “Doubtful.”

Frerin’s smirk deepened, “Your dear Mafioso had to leave for work on a practically dreary dusk.” Only deepening the sink of Thorin’s brows, “Only bringing up the wish of a different type of vehicle for her, the only question being, how to ask the obvious question.”

Dwalin rumbled, “How to let Thorin buy her a car?”

Frerin raised a finger, “Before that, does our Mafioso even know how to drive a car? And how recently has she driven one if she has.”

Balin, “The solution? We know you would be here to fix it of course.”

Frerin smirked at his brother again patting him on the arm, “We’re going out on a date.”

Thorin’s head tilted, “We who?”

“You two, the boys and Mal with me as guard for the lot of you.” Thorin’s brow inched up, “A guard is required cohabitation or not.”

Thorin, “What sort of date?”

Frerin smirked, “A fun one.”

 *

It didn’t take long and post stop at your house you dropped off your scooter curious about Fili and Kili coming to fetch you and Mal. Following you to your home the pair smirked as you climbed into their back seat, both unwilling to share why you were being picked up. Remaining silent you only hoped it wasn’t for a surprise eloping or something like that to just be the cherry on top of this week. Only behind their car you saw Thorin following with Frerin and Mal behind him. All the way to a go kart race course you sat silently and curiously smirked at the odd location. The grin on Frerin’s face however stirred a sense of comfort for the spur of the moment trip, a nudge from his brother had Thorin crossing to your side after stealing a moment inspecting your cleavage flaunting tanks over tattered jeans flashing glimpses of your legs.

An ease of his arm around your back and you were led inside and in the passing over of a helmet by Fenrir you smirked at his asking, “When’s the last time you drove?” Clearly this was the reason he at least was here by his and Thorin’s attentive gazes.

“Last time I visited Greenwood. Bout half a year back.”

Tilting his head to the side he said, “Come on, have some fun.”

The waiting group of men inside around the supply of go karts in the garage got to guiding Mal and the boys against the measuring board to have them sized to the right pedal settings in the karts. Eagerly they hurried to wiggle into the offered body suits and add their helmets while you were being measured. From a simple test course inside while they rolled up the garage doors to let you out into the outdoor tracks that Frerin especially was thrilled to see what an adept racer you were.

A late lunch at the burger joint next door where the older set of brothers kept asking and trying to weed out your interest in car brands as for a style of what you would want only to be thwarted as Mal would jump in and draw the conversation to the muscle cars she and her parents had fixed up when she was younger.

When it looked like the trio were cuddling close to their allowed limit and had stolen one too many kisses Frerin guided them home while you rode home again with Thorin. A call to head to the shop had him dropping you off again to go and see to things. Alone inside you sighed and strolled through the entrance hall only to turn to the peach room that you wondered how the quartet had left it.

In piles they had folded the sheets back with the comforters Thorin had dried and folded leaving them on the stairs. One by one you added the fitted sheets and somehow magically kept the regular sheet wrinkle free then added the comforter you tucked in and added a second blanket in a strip across the bottom and divided up the pillows. The top beds were the most difficult, aiming the pillows at the stairs made it easier for guests to just slide right in feet first. But once done you smirked and pulled your house journal from the bag you’d left by the door and crossed off the bed making step off the list.

Another bout of sketching was done to the sound of a show playing on your laptop on the end of your desk that you watched in sporadic bits to keep from losing yourself to painful cramps in pushing too hard. By dinner that you had fixed up Thorin was back again muttering to himself only to plop down in his seat and vented about how it apparently was his fault that one of their workers had failed their latest exam in school when they had taken a week off to study for it.

“What did he do?” You asked passing him a tiny bottle of juice instantly making him smirk in seeing the reminder of another of your personal quirks and choices in recycling things in your daily life.

“He tried to make one of our other workers cry so we took his apron and clocked him out and Balin wrote him his final paycheck after he asserted he had better offers.”

“Will that leave you in a slump?”

“No, one of Bombur’s girls has been earning the right to get a job and in our place she can be safe with family around.”

“I still don’t get that part,” his brows inched up curiously as you sat down next to him, “You have to earn the right to work? Frerin said the boys have to earn paying rent too.”

Thorin nodded, “It’s all a part of can you uphold the family name, because we all reflect upon it. So through your late teens you are earning the right to be independent, it isn’t as restrictive as it sounds. And there is a whole dinner party in their honor when they earn each right.”

“Kind of sweet I suppose.”

He chuckled asking, “Elves don’t have things like that?”

“Elf businesses don’t hire under a certain age unless you give proof you have no family, and then schools are the same. They have lower wages, unless they are orphaned, if you do get a job with family your wages are cut. Though you can only room with an older roommate, and I mean older as in late adulthood, and there are restrictions on that as well to keep romance out of the cards, it’s more of a sub landlord situation, one master bedroom and smaller suites inside the duplexes. Which are absurdly expensive. Though if you rent from other races you can skip that step and relax in the lower rents.”

Safe topics again skirting around the elephant in the room lingering from Frerin’s taunting calls of lovebirds through the races and muffled repetitions through the meal still un-discussed. Filling the washer fully you added soap and left it running on your way to bed. A warm shower and a long braid and pjs later you were snuggled up in bed while Thorin wove his hair into a braid and sighed laying out in bed wondering what he was going to do.

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Another early breakfast had you splitting up, though from work in a text to you warning that he wasn’t at the shop you headed home in time to accept the package from Diaa for the both of you. Stacking the bundle of mail you pulled from your mailbox against your chest you headed inside through the open front door between the mattresses being carried through from the truck outside. On the kitchen counter you separated the mail out curious as to how he could have so much mail that you stacked on top of the package leaving just a notice of some sales for the mini market coming up as yours. Through Belly in his greeting for you while you checked on the hummingbird chicks especially you eyed the large empty nest that Kuu confirmed that they had moved back to their home again in the seating area.

In the final lap of the crew in adding the mattresses to the blue/orange room you had brought the sheet kits from your storage room separating the five comforters and throws to add the sheets and pillow cases to the washer. Exhaling sharply Thorin came into your view and smiled as you said, “You got some mail, it’s in the kitchen.”

He nodded and went to inspect it all. Various letters from his family ads and bills for insurance and such were sorted through and he carried the box he had opened into the living room where he found you, “You put the sheets in the wash.”

“You don’t mind?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. They are communal. Amad sent pictures.”

Into his palm the first of the paper packs of pictures settled and through each picture had you leaning more against his side inspecting each with a creeping grin. Though by the time you had reached the more couple like group from the bout of dancing on your final night you were leaning against his side with head and hand resting on his chest giggling at the pictures of you and Mal bleeding into the much larger chunk of you in Thorin’s arms. Wide grins and smiles mingled with bashful glances away recorded in each while his arm circled you keeping you close to him. The final pack holding parting hugs and group pictures of you and the female Durins ending with a final picture of you led to the van under Thorin’s arm. Something about the image stuck in you and tilting your head back to catch his eye you said, “Maybe we could do a picture wall.”

He nodded, “That’s a good idea. Pull out the best for the wall and the rest for a scrapbook.”

You nodded lifting the one of you faced away from the camera under his arm, “I don’t know why but I like this one. And it’s more than just your ass.” Lowly he chuckled in your giggle.

“Thanks. It is a lovely picture. Could be the center one if you like. The dancing ones together, you and Mal in one frame collage, the rest grouped in others.”

“Though I don’t think we need to put up the ones with swimsuits.”

“That would be best, yes. The dance, the hike, the film night and some meal pictures,”

“Hopefully the ones without food all over my face.” Making him chuckle again then shift at the doorbell sounding again. Setting the pictures aside he walked with you to help guide the dressers to the white/orange and the sea foam room. The first at a lack of a closet and the latter due to the preference of how your mother and Cirdan like to keep their clothes. The peach room for your sisters had drawers built under the beds and cubbies and shelves in the closet they had for ample storage.

While you took another look through the pictures he delved into his family letters unable to keep from stealing glances at you grinning at random images deepening his own grin before his eventual fetching of his portable printer he used to print out your painting pictures and more you had stolen of one another. Those from the Helm’s Deep trip were added as well and grouped together before when a stomach growl had him off to make dinner you had realized just how long you had seemed like a couple. Even a stolen set of pictures from Dwalin on your first talk over tea and your hug in the shop that was agreed to be hung as well with the one of you under his arm in a building group of random pictures of the pair of you. The zoo pictures were mostly for another book with a few planned for a small frame for display, including the one with you both smiling beside the Dik-Dik.

Before dinner you folded the bed sheets and pillow cases you carried to their new beds that you left to join Thorin in eating. A basic shape of layout idea had been discussed over the meal that broke in a call from Frerin about a question on some storage ideas for his new home lasting well past when you went off to bed.

…

The conversation for Thorin broke with a promise that he would come over and help the following day you were free post radio shift to do some shopping of your own. Thorin had moved in but you still hadn’t felt like you had done anything special to welcome him yourself as the birds had. Supplies for muffins filled your basket and a stop for a new muffin tin had you smirking in adding a cute ram coated mug to the basket with a bow for it. Between comforters being washed and dried you baked up a batch of muffins you added to their own Tupperware cupcake holders you stacked beside the hand washed mug you added the bow to the handle. Again however you got lost to your sketching only to end with you sprawled across your bed for a nap.

*

Hours of browsing through furniture lots with his brother had Thorin dragging him off to the scrapbook shop to make things even. The shared idea that you were to hang pictures of the both of you and Frerin jumped right in to help. Loading up a cart of frames, nails to hang and a load of scrapbooks to fill and decorate later with the pictures left over. Curiously home to the sound of the humming dryer he entered and went to the living room to start on the grouping of pictures. Beaming brightly at the stack of frames and pictures left he went to go and start on dinner. Truly you would be working hard and most likely would be the busier of the two of you but that did nothing to stop his efforts into settling as a courting pair to make this relationship work. And to be the one keeping home and ensuring you had hot meals and drinks to keep you going had no hindrance on things either. In fact only deepened his adoration of this pairing as it allowed him shower daily affections on his One.

Nearly to the verge of exploding with animated hearts his smile broke wide open in a surprised chuckle lifting the mug you had left him. Right away he took a picture and got to work right away on dinner. A gentle nudge was used to wake you from your nap to ensure you were fully fed before he ushered you back to bed for some more sleep. Cleaning up afterwards he made some peas for Kuu and smirked in eyeing the muffins he planned on taking a few to work to show off to Dwalin and Balin surely to make them a bit jealous along with the pictures of the mugs and frames he made.

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Dropped jaws were his responses after your rapid hug in parting as thanks for the mug he adored and showed off to his cousins to go with your muffins they shared and hummed through nibbling on.

“Off shopping with Mal.” Lowly Thorin muttered the message you had sent and sighed only glad that it gave him more time to focus on readying the pictures.

Dwalin rumbled back, “At least you can focus on surprising her back with hanging the pictures.”

Thorin nodded, “Yes.”

Dwalin, “I’ll help. You’ll need an eye to level them out.”

Across a strip of the wall the ones you had chosen, collages were hung staggered around the emptier frame with your favorite random pictures around the one of your backs forming a slight heart in the midst of the themed groups. The intentions had the pair’s hearts swelling at the clear show of a future to build on and to the couch Thorin got to working on the first of the scrap books with the remaining photos. The filled books he set on top of the wall long stretch of cabinet storage under the photo wall.

 *

“What are we looking for again?” You asked easing another dress to the side on the rack.

Back in the corner of a chic second hand shop Mal loved to bring home little gold mine pieces to add to her collection she walked around the other side of the rack eyeing the choice you lifted she shook her head at. “Something cute but classy. Not too bold, but saying ‘look at me’, It has to be comfy but not too casual. Not mentioning the fact the guys shouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off me.”

Your brow twitched up and you turned back to the racks making her head tilt as you shifted another hanger. “What’s on your mind?”

You shook your head saying, “Just browsing.”

Bumping her arm into yours when she stood next to you avoiding a Dam passing behind you she asked, “What happened with Thorin?”

“Just trading off cooking. We got pictures from his Amad.”

“Ooh, I got a bundle myself, bet they were cute.” She looked you over and you nodded again, “You liked them?”

“Ya, we added pictures we printed from our phones from Rohan and painting last week and Dwalin even had a picture of us both when we first met. Planning a picture wall.”

“Ooh, how cute. I bet they’re adorable.”

You looked at her saying, “We’ve seemed couply,”

“Forever, yes you have.”

You sighed again looking to the racks, “And we cuddled,”

She giggled and gave you a hug, “Oh honey bunny, you lucked into an amazing Dwarf to be betrothed to. He’ll make a move soon, won’t be able to stop himself, you just do something adorably sentimental and he will just melt.”

“I made him muffins and I bought him a mug.” Making her giggle again, “Do you at least have a color for your unicorn of a dress?”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Maybe a green or silver?”

“Ooh, then what about this?” Turning to the rack behind you she followed you with her eyes and her lips pursed curiously as you pulled it off.

“Ooh.”

“I think it would be nice. Comfy and all that jazz, with a hint of look at me.”

Smirking as she took hold of the hanger she led the way to the changing rooms, “I will give it a shot. Might need a shrug.”

“Ooh, saw one of those,” you mumbled walking off to find it again making her giggle as she slipped inside her chosen changing room. The spaghetti strapped deep v top of the mint dress was accented with a sheer layer covering the top and flared skirt coated in silver leaves giving it a nice shimmer. The color alone would make her eyes and hair color pop while complimenting her complexion and with a cute little shrug you passed to her when she opened the door to show off the cute dress only cuter with the comfy shrug. The perfect shoes and bags were already in her closet and a stop to another shop for some makeup to top off the look. A grumble from BamBam had you both heading home so she could feed him and let him roll around a while.

A huff from you announced you to Thorin mid scrapbooking session only to glance up right when you had plopped onto the couch beside him using his thigh as a pillow. “Did you have fun? Because I just picked out a date dress with about ten contradicting requirements.”

Lowly he chuckled saying, “Scrapbooking.”

“Ooh,” he chuckled again resting his arm on your side to show you the book he was finishing off. Showing off each detail he had added then when you sat up he showed you the frames you had hung, the display ending with you both lounging and you against his side again watching a show he put on for a joint decompressing break with him more slumped against your side tangling you in the corner. A growl of his stomach had your focus switching from the show to the melted man cuddling closer to you since your fingers had absently began combing through and playing with his hair.

With a calming grin he helped you up and you got to starting on dinner, the full act packed with reaches across one another and stolen glances wondering at your increase of snuggling and act of hair play possibly meaning. However yawns came out leaving the topic still untouched for now while you were off to bed, both slightly exhausted by what you weren’t saying and the incoming change for time off together.

@avaria-revallier​

Pt 38

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #dwalin #Frerin

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Next Caller Pt 42

“It’s supposed to be Sheppard’s Pie, but it’s more of a, swirl than layered.” Giggling softly you sat down I the chair beside him.

“Looks delicious all the same.”

Sheepishly he grinned at you and he asked, “How was work?”

“Quiet as usual, saw three check outs, got some decent tips I handed over.”

“How does that work with tips?”

“Well you turn them in each night and they take note of them for taxes, the total is added to your checks monthly, and there’s options to send it or a part at least to the cooks who make our lunches.”

“That’s a nice touch.”

“Well we’re not allowed to tip generally, only paying guests can.” After wetting your lips you asked, “How was the shop?”

“Good, only stopped in for a bit. They didn’t really need me today. Keep finding reasons to send me home early anyways lately.”

“Imagine that,” you teased making him smirk at you. “I should warn you though, we’ll be having company near breakfast tomorrow.”

“Really?”

You nodded, “Apparently I am the only show host willing to aid in a repair air time slot on our floor and now that I have my own booth Echo and Glori will be over to help set it up to broadcast from here. Don’t know what Mal will get up to past possibly nap.”

Thorin chuckled again, “I am certain she could find something to help with the show.”

“Haven’t much recorded bits for her to signal and with the system I have the touch screen in the booth I can link to the monitors outside to signal audio clips.”

“Well I am certain it will be a rousing success. How long will the repairs last?”

“Two weeks, minimum. Depending on how much of a fuss the other shows put up sounds like. I think they’re wanting to add in a second sound booth so we won’t have to ant march past one another. No doubt with some special touches for each show, bunnies flooded on mine for instance,” making him chuckle again in your next giggle.

“Right, um, I was meant to ask on behalf of Bofur’s daughter, Shari, and her boyfriend Ori,”

“Boyfriend?”

He nodded, “Yes, he’s a mix between Firebeard and Broadbeam, just barely related through Dain to our clan by marriage. Many get confused, Shari takes more after her Hobbit Amad to having our Durin looks.”

“Ok, you were saying?”

“Right, yes, the pair of them graduated art school and they were watching your show on Bombadil and they love the style that matches theirs and they were wondering if you might have some tips to get them started in animating. They have a summer program starting soon they got intern spots on but it’s months off.”

“Oh, um, I mean if they want something to do they could help me fill in coloring on my panels. It’ll be mind numbing and painful for their hands but if they’re up for it...”

“They will be. I’ll text Bofur after dinner.”

“Isn’t it a bit late?”

“His shift ends in an hour, a night owl as well works in the business side with Gran and Gramps.”

“Ok, ya, well if they’ll be up they could be here before my show and they can work through it if they like otherwise I could try to work a weekend thing out.”

He shook his head, “They’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Will I be needing to supervise them then? Boyfriend and all?”

Chuckling to himself he shook his head and replied, “No. Not at all you focus on your show they will be focused on work. They are Ones, and are of no risk, fully trusted.”

Plates emptied through sharing a bit more on possible plans for the week for him while you were at the hotel and smirking as you eyed the messages on the board from the birds you helped fill the dish washer he started then paused at your hug. Wrapping his arms around you in return he asked, “What is this for?”

“Apparently you want hugs, Cuddle Monster.”

Thorin laughed and kissed he top of your head, guiding you along halfway releasing you, “Come on, off to bed with you. Big day tomorrow.”

You nodded and after changing to comfy flannels and a halfway sheer tank top you flopped into your bed and wiggles under the covers in the room beginning to warm by the fire to the distant sound of Thorin answering Bofur’s confirming call to secure the details he was all too elated to hand over.

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Up you sat to the sound of a doorbell and out of bed you climbed frowning your way to the door as you awoke. Opening the door you brushed your hair back and looked to BamBam in his bag alone on your porch making you step out and peer over into your front garden where Mal has chased a paper of hers. Bending down you picked up the bag watching Mal huffing in snatching it up and turning around to join you on the porch. “Sorry,” taking hold of BamBam’s bag saying, “Keep losing my notes, got a tear in my bag buying a new one after this.”

“Oh that’s good,” you said as she stepped in and you watched Echo pull into your driveway with a truck parked on the street behind it.

To the door the techies strolled after Echo with all their supplies in heavy looking bags that you guided inside and through the house past Thorin heading to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. “Want some tea?”

The Elves shook their heads thanking him for the offer and Echo said, “Tea would be lovely, thank you. Should not take long.”

The dark room seemed in an odd place to the techs but when you switched on the lights their lips parted at how the space was so far from what they had expected out of an old storage room. “Booth is over there, clearly, and the audio set up is over here in this corner.”

They nodded and got to work as Mal looked the space over still gawking and Echo said, “This is splendid. I should warn you I had some bodies in my trunk.”

Your brow inched up and unnoticed to you at the tail end of the group you saw Elrond’s twin uncles holding their work kits and rolling stools for said kits you accepted hugs from, “What are you doing here?”

Elured chuckled replying, “Glori said you were working on a commercial. We know you’ll need help.”

Elurin, “In town till Saturday, then we have to help with some mural in Gondor since they had a row with Beorn over his bear theater so he is retaliating through art.”

You giggled and nodded saying, “I’ll grab my sketches, just have bare characters so far.”

Elured, “Better to have us here for the mind numbing part.”

Elurin, “Jackrabbit we love coloring books you know that.”

The stacks of bound sections had them smirking on the path back to their waiting stools and kits they rolled to the wavy desk and eyed the notes you had made and Mal asked, “All of that is for a commercial?”

The twins answered, “Anyone can just morph the expression changes and motions on top of a stagnant body pose, we prefer old school, frame by frame to make it flawless.”

Their heads turned as Thorin came in with tea for Echo who was admiring your carpet for the booth one techie was inside of. “Jaqi, kids are here,”

You nodded and when Ori and Shari came into view flashing quick grins at Mal whom they recognized in the sea of Elves. “Hey, good to see you, I know it’s early, but um, these are my friends Elured and Elurin here to help with the commercial as well.” Feeling the curiously smirking twins looking you three over you said, “Ori and Shari here just graduated from art school and wanted to get some tips on animating before a summer program of theirs.”

Elurin chuckled, “No problem there, we have the best break into it right here.”

Elured motioned the closer, “Come in, while Jackrabbit eats we’ll give you the basics on it.” The pair moved in and while you stepped out Mal went with you and Thorin leaving them to it so you could eat. Smirking as she saw you winding your curls up into an awkward bun already starting to droop. “Sleep well?” She asked and you nodded.

“Not bad. Just a bit earlier than usual.” At your seat you lifted your mug of tea to sip on then said, “I’m good.”

She sat down beside you still keeping hold of BamBam asleep on his bag and asked, “Seriously, all that was the commercial?”

You nodded, “Three full minutes. And it’s just the characters, no background or color yet.”

“Get out.”

You giggled, “It takes a lot of patience to be an animator.” Looking her over you asked, “How was your night? You look like you’re holding something.” She smirked and you said, “Besides him.”

Sheepishly she said, “I got an interview.”

“Ooh,” That had Thorin looking over at her wondering if she was aiming for another job.

“Well you know I’m two years left on my Marine Biology degree so I can finally start interning, and there’s a really great program in the Grey Havens this summer. The head of it picked out my application, loved my profile page I had to make and wants to come interview me on Thursday.” Her eyes scanned over you.

“That’s amazing, why are you looking at me like that if you need the summer off I won’t be mad go follow the fish in the sea.” Making her smile as you added, “I won’t stand in your way.”

“See, thing is, they needed to pick an interview location, and, well, I sort of gave them your address.” Your brow inched up and Thorin chuckled to himself, “See, I can’t take them to the Tea shop, or the tattoo parlor which I live over, but no doubt they’ll get crushed by something toppling over. Can’t use Bilbo’s house because no doubt Frodo will streak through coated in bubbles with Bilbo and Dwalin after him. And it’s on Thursday and I hoped if you were here and off the show you might let me use the dining room or parlor just for the interview I swear I’ll pay you back or do chores or whatever you need.”

Rolling your eyes you said. “It’s fine. Not a problem, good impressions, I get that. Rented my friend Elrond’s tea room once for one of mine. Thank you for actually asking. So, details.” You said taking another sip.

“Well, it’s mainly working with a shark preservation camp. Heading out to inspect, observe, tag and all that with some work helping on the rescues and injured sharks back at their base. Most first timers don’t get to go in the deep ocean yet so mainly I might just be centered around nursing in the base and compiling data maybe.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad, do you get to be the one to give the baby sharks their lollipops?” She gave you a playful glare and you giggled back, “I’m sorry I’m not trying to tease you. You say shark nurse and that’s what I see a baby shark sick in bed just waiting for its lollipop and temp to be taken.”

A grin cracked across her lips, “Alright, it is a cute image.”

“You’ll have to send pictures.”

“I’ll have to get in first.” She sighed out as Thorin started to set food down in front of you, gesturing at it in a silent question if she wanted some she shook her head as you spoke freeing him to grab his own food.

“You’ll get in you love rescuing animals. I mean come on you even took in an injured Mortar boar for Vanna’s sake.”

“Ooh, cast off this weekend, Dain is so thrilled he’s planning a party for Truffles and him to welcome BamBam fully.”

“Aww, so sweet.” After another sip you lowered your mug asking, “Why wouldn’t they take you? Since you’re so critical of being accepted.”

“Well, for the blaring obvious reason no Dwarves have been accepted before, and only a handful of Hobbits, who all got especially high class jobs from the internship.”

“So what’s the problem? You love sharks, they’ll let you in.”

“Ok, you don’t,” she sighed, “Cirnaven is one of the hardest researchers out there-,”

“Cirnaven?” You asked in fluid Elvish correcting the pronunciation wondering if she was trying to say someone else’s name instead.

“I, yes... wait have you heard of him? Is he really famous out there? I know you came through the Grey Havens and Lindon.”

“He’s my step father’s twin brother.” That dropped her jaw that lowered even more as you said, “He used to take me on his runs when I lived there.”

“Jaqi!! You went diving with him?!”

Following a timid nod you said, “He’s the one who helped me with my water therapy.”

Her mood dimmed a moment then spiked again as she asked at Thorin’s settling down at the table patting your hand before easing your utensils closer to your hand signaling you to eat. “Could you put in a good word then?”

“No doubt I already have.” Her brows arched up and you said, “Look, I don’t have many friends and my calls home got boring, I have talked about you and my Naneth had three times as many questions on you as your parents had on me. I wasn’t kidding when I gave you their best on holidays and your name day. No doubt Cirnaven was told about you and the name caught a flag.” You paused a moment as you said, “Come to think of it I can’t remember him taking anyone outside of Numenor past the Misty Mountains.”

Mal pointed at you, “See! My point! Right there.”

“And you invited them right to my house,” you teased.

“I-,” her voice cracked a moment as that set in that if they had wondered if she was your friend that the address would no doubt confirm you were her friend.

“Game and point.”

“I don’t think that’s the term,” Thorin muttered around his mouthful and you sighed around yours making him chuckle. “Don’t mind me. I’ll be heading out in a little bit. Won’t know I’m here, give you plenty of privacy.”

“You do know you live here, right?” He nodded smirking as you continued, “Just making sure. Not gonna be naked in the booth no need for privacy, you’d be listening anyways so no need to scurry away.”

“New inventory today, Balin will need me.”

“Ooh, jealous.” You teased making him smirk and chuckle causing Mal to smirk watching the pair of you bantering.

“What am I in store for then? If I may?”

“Not much, just breaking into Durin’s house.” Making him almost choke on his food and coughed a few moments.

Mal, “You do know that’s grounds for proposal depending on what Bunny does?”

You smirked at her making him chuckle and say stabbing another slice of waffles, “Gran no doubt will be calling again in that case. Can’t wait.”

Mal, “Will they at least be engaged by tomorrow?”

“Not yet.”

The pair of them groaned and you giggled. Thorin asked, “How is that possible, tradition is they break in and he has to propose for surprising him in his dwelling.”

“For a traditional break in yes.” His brow inched up as you said, “It’s his birthday.”

“Not till November.” He grumbled back.

“Well if he would have answered Bunny’s question it wouldn’t be but it is now.”

He pointed his fork at you, “You’re doing this on purpose.”

You giggled again and Mal said, “You said Durin and the bantering isn’t till book two, when do they get together, and I mean full courtship wide open.”

“Book four.” Again they groaned and you took another bite of your food. “Just wait till book three, when he gets to wooing.”

Thorin smirked holding back his argument that according to Dwarf traditions has been clearly wooing Bunny already leaving you your surprises knowing they would be amply worth it.

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Echo shared fully how the system was to work and assured you he was staying for the first show with Glori confirming it was airing flawlessly as it should from the station where the work crew had just gotten started. Into your booth you went leaving the young couple between the twins wondering where the rest of the crew was for the show. Up onto your stool you sat settling your notebook on the stand inside the small booth and you inhaled sharply tapping the screen on the monitor there to confirm in the countdown to being live that you were ready. And through your headphones you slipped on the opening music played at Mal’s tap from behind the desk across the room while BamBam napped on the floor beside her feet.

“Hey hey hey, it’s me your dear friend Bunny, devoted as ever with my ear to the ground here to give you all the latest. Today however much like before we are on an adventure as I happen to be scaling a wall at the moment carrying you with me.”

At the shop Thorin smirked at the opening wondering how the break in would take place and go over with his kin.

“Now, we seem to be locked in quite a dilemma because I find myself committing quite the crime of the century, but you see it really can’t be helped as it is entirely out of my own volition you see.” Brows inched up wondering what violent ends Bunny was facing to commit a crime. “Quite bluntly not two days passed I had been thwarted in trying to discover the birthday of King Durin, and so now here I am, scaling this monstrosity of a wall to bake for the stubborn King. Whether he likes it or not, the truth of it is, no matter what today is now his birthday and he shall just have to live with the fact that today of all days even as a King he cannot escape an impending cake.”

Carrying out through the process inside and through the palace and unloading of ingredients as several smirking servants were noted by the narrator taking over for you. Blending in was Durin still brooding away as to how his next meeting with Bunny would go after their last speaking ending in a row recapped for those listening in seeing the painfully easy to remedy dilemma the pair faced. With his sharing the date he misunderstood her reasoning to know and her sharing her intentions for spending said date with him. All wishing to simply drag both characters to lock them in a room until they shared they loved one another.

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Colors had been set out and divided up with your reference colored sketch taped up for the new duo and Elured said, “Now, you handle the gown base, you the wrap,”

Elurin, “Just leave the details to us.”

Ori eyed one of the panels asking, “what are these lines?” Asking about the fainter lines aimed from two tally marks landing across Beatrice and the chair underneath her.

Elured, “Those are light references. Now this one is from the lamp, so to this we will add a golden hue, while others with moonlight shall be more silvery white.”

Shari, “Jaqi adds light references? These are on nearly every panel looks like.”

Elurin chuckled, “Like we said, Jackrabbit is very old fashioned. Used to carrying the weight and thanks to that it makes this so much simpler for us.”

Elured, “Now, around those lines color your spots in and we will show you how we treat those sections.”

Getting to coloring with colored wax pencils they filled in their sections and passed the images on only to watch as the brothers colored the light strips in with non wax colored pencil they then painted over with a golden hue coloring up to where the lamp would be adding more depth to the scenes. The twins taking turns with each panel on the smaller details they let dry and accepted the next pair in a slow building stack from the first section that Echo smirked in seeing coming to life.

A detail on the chair however had Ori asking, “These symbols, on this chair, what are they? Some old form of Elvish?”

Elurin, “No, Troll.” That had the couple looking at him.

Shari, “Why would Miss Pear add Troll runes to this tale? I know she added Troll characters to her old show-,”

Elured, “Back in her apartment before her move to Beryl she lived in a Troll town. Babysat for a family of Trolls, all while the first show was in development.”

Elurin, “Gorufndunt, the little boy, one day he started crying so hard. A game promoting a Troll character just ended up the butt of jokes and mocked and abused because out of the band of warriors he was the lone Troll and by public opinion was meant to be mocked and insulted. Gorufndunt believed so much that for once there could be a Troll outside Troll media that was more than that.” That had their lips parting.

Elured, “So Jackrabbit put her foot down, we revamped the entire second half of the first season to include a Troll Warrior named Gorufndunt, with his parents’ permission that is, to use his name. She fought so hard to keep him strong and respectable and true to their traditions. Sure there were misunderstandings and a few teasing snippets, and he was a clown at times, but for his own choosing nothing to do with his race. Fully respected member of the team and looked up to.”

Shari, “What did the little boy think?”

The twins smiled replying, “He loved it. Every moment, and he was so proud.”

Echo, “Small hands turn the wheels of the world. That move was not much, but it started the motion all the same. She knew how much it meant to him and it would mean to so many other little children watching looking for someone to look up to just like them.”

Ori asked, “How did he like the next season, wasn’t there a family in that one?”

Their smiles dropped and Elured said, “There was a fire, in their apartment building. None of the family could get out, Jackrabbit barely did. Their names are in the memorial clips at the credits, and for the second season after reaching out to their clan she was granted permission to add a family for the warrior with their names. All equally as strong and respectable in their own ways, even little Brumble in her wobbling years.”

Elurin, “Their clan was honored to have them live on, their little quirks, and snippets of their lives that their heirs now get to watch with pride seeing the characters their ancestors inspired.”

Echo, “When Jackrabbit’s Ada’s clan had all but disowned her Trolls showed her kindness and friendship, one she feels to have betrayed in losing that family from the world. With all her projects she tries to add little hints to make people wonder and possibly inspect to look up their history.”

Mal hurried back to her desk from her bathroom break stepping over BamBam on his path around the room again and with a call from Glori Echo stood in your own commercial break you exited the booth saying, “Excuse me,” hopping over BamBam to hurry out the room.

Back again you came letting out a breath asking Ori and Shari in a peer over the desk, “How you doing?”

Shari grinned at you flexing her fingers and hands in the break, “Good. Thank you for giving us this chance.”

“Well I’d like to help where I can, and you’re really doing me the service.”

Ori, “Can we ask what the Countess is saying?”

“Give it till Thursday and you can hear the audio clip recordings yourselves. Giving it a simple try and hopefully they will like it.”

Echo said walking over, “If anything you might have to invite Gorgo over on the weekend to give it a once over.” Leaning in had claimed a warm hug, “Glori needs some back up, I do believe you have it under control from here.”

By the time you had returned however Echo sighed saying, “Glori needs me.”

On your toes you accepted his hug saying, “I’ve got it, go have fun, about to throw some flamingos into this pool party.” Making him chuckle and leave as you said, “I can drop the guys off after the show.”

“You are doing spectacular Dear JackRabbit.”

Mal said, “Don’t know how you stay sane in that box.”

Smirking at her from the doorway you said, “You just have to change the way you think.”

She rolled her eyes, “Let me guess, outside the box?”

You giggled closing the door and moving back to your stool to add your headphones again readying to dip back into the show again, yet when you came back on the air you looked down hearing a snorting in the booth while you were describing setting the table with all the food you had made only to have light fill the box when Mal crept inside pulling BamBam out of the box she closed mouthing an apology. Chuckles came from the trio in the tea shop knowing where the odd boar noises came from others largely ignored.

Pt 43

@avaria-revallier​​ , @c-s-stars - Stars hope you like the details coming up about your dear Mal :D

#Thorin x Reader OC #Tea Shop AU #Modern AU #Hobbit #lotr #Fili/Kili x OC Mal

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Next Caller Pt 40

A warm hand stroked your arm and inhaling sharply your eyes cracked open finding Thorin sitting beside you, “I am so sorry.” You shook your head grumbling softly to yourself rolling onto your back, “I promised you dinner.”

“You were tired. Didn’t want to wake you. Heard you snoring, hard shift?”

“More like hard people just off work and angry for a fix. Ought to ban anyone with a mood like that.” That had you giggling and sitting up, “I might scowl but I’m far from rude.”

“I’ll get up and be out in a minute,” he nodded and gave your leg a pat standing up heading to finish readying the table to grant you privacy.

A full change of clothes was followed by primping and out you went to join him. Closing your cardigan over your t shirt hoping it might be warmer after running out of sweaters you giggled seeing the hefty supply of food set out, “Spared no crumbs I see.”

Bashfully he chuckled replying, “Had to,”

“You didn’t. People get tired. Thank you, but you don’t have to make a feast if you sleep in.” You said sitting down accepting the mug of tea he handed you. “I mean it, thank you.”

“You are more than worth it.” He hummed back catching your flinching gaze, “You are.”

With a nod you replied, “I know, thank you, just, getting used to hearing people meaning it.” He looked you over and you said, “Some people just say it, it was hard, to say the least, growing up hearing you’re nothing without the clan, or even to it. I never wanted to prove them right. Part of how that me died I suppose when I got pulled out of that carrier.” Shaking your head you said, “Sorry, not trying to drop the mood.”

“You aren’t,” he said laying his hand over yours, “Talk to me, about anything. You are so strong, you even said you found a way to escape from where they kept you but they drugged you.”

With tears in your eyes you asked, “I said escape?”

Shaking his head he shifted on his seat to be closer to you, “No you said, end-, oh,” Moving onto your bench he let go of your hand to pull you into a hug, “I am so sorry,” pressing a kiss to the top of your head clutching you tightly to him in feeling a tear hitting his arm.

“There was a loose wall panel under my bunk, they found me chewing on a power cable. Jammed a stun rod in the back of my thigh.” Pulling back a bit you sniffled and he tenderly wiped your cheek, “I’m not like that now though, it, I was tired of suffering because of his name. And I changed my name,” looking up at him you said, “I don’t think I can say thank you enough for what your family has done for me. Even the ones I haven’t met.”

“You don’t have to thank us, any of us.”

“No, but,”

“But what?” he hummed out slightly concerned of the worry in your eyes as he stroked your cheek again with his thumb.

“I’m mentioning Durin’s Blering today.” Making him smirk, “I don’t, want you to be upset, or your family.”

“We love your show, your portrayal of Durin and our relatives. There have been portrayals of other favored Dwarves through history with exaggerated Blering or courting decisions. Blundrun of the Stoonefoot’s had five weddings in one adaptation on film. It’s all taken in good humor when done respectfully. The public isn’t meant to see the full details, it’s private.”

“Even if it involves a walrus?”

At that he laughed saying in a tap of his forehead to yours, “We will love it, and I can’t wait to hear how a walrus comes into play, nor will my family be upset. Now eat up. Big day ahead of you.” You nodded again and he eased back to get to eating the large meal.

“Don’t worry,” he said as you climbed into your car, “Be fearless Mafioso.” To yourself you giggled and were off to work while he inhaled and groaned stretching before driving off himself.

Truly you had faced harsh times and in clarifying the wording it settled in his mind just how much stronger you were for healing on that island prison and bursting free to toil until someone gave you a much needed hand up. You had ample reason to be concerned, it was a tender subject to broach, but with how greatly they loved your portrayal so far he had no doubts they would love to hear your thoughts on how mushy the ever bleeding heart of the teddy bear warrior could get. All the same he sent out a message to his elders who rippled it around with eager replies that they would tune in as they could. And parking in his spot he readied for his cousins to begin their questioning until your show kicked on.

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The big show finally came. After leaving off that Durin was left aimlessly staring at the floor of his cabin hours till the door was broken in two and he was drug off in chains on the biggest cliffhanger since when Bunny was kidnapped for your listeners. Durin was refused and taken captive needing saving and healing for his badly breaking heart.

“She has stunning eyes you know.” Durin sighed out.

His captor rolled his eyes replying, “I thought if I got you drunk you’d shut up about her.”

“I had it all planned out,” Durin hiccupped and added after another groan from the captor, “Even hired a walrus to give her the spoon I’d chosen,” after a sniffle the King slurred out, “Same shade as her eyes!”

A thud was heard and a relieved sigh came from the captor, “Finally.”

Near to the end of the show after another odd detour of some random bystanders who watched Bunny storming in to rouse up Durin’s allies to fly off to battle for their King. Surely assuring the audience she did truly care for him in return and was taking her place she had said not to want as Queen and leader to his people a muffled explosion was heard and screams followed before a metal door was sent flying into a distant wall and Durin comes to, “BUNNY! You came for me!”

“No. You borrowed my pen. I came for my Twiggums. This is just a coincidence he happened to be with you.”

Song song like he replied, “You saved me,” Bunny sighed hoisting him up, “You missed me.”

“Back to your ship before your head gets any bigger. I came for my pen and found you by chance.”

Through the halls he was carried and his heart thundered as he slurred out dopily, “You brought my armies and allies. There’s a word for the one they would follow other than me you know.”

“Ya, bribed.”

“No,” he slurred, “My men are above reproach.”

Bunny pointed out a man with an arm full of trinkets he took from the captor’s Palace, “Clearly he’s here for the loot.”

“Norib only loots for a good cause and King, or, you know the word.” He teased.

Through the tea shop, while the story bantered on in the adamant refusals and skirting around the subject while Durin swooned more for his now certainly future bride. Along with Mal who was squealing behind her hands unable to help but blush and smile stupidly at how perfect it was leading to your propping up a notebook to keep from getting distracted by her reactions.

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“For Mahal’s sake woman! Have pity on us and tell me if this is in the book!”

With a giggle you replied, “Second.”

“Ugh,” she groaned throwing her head back making you giggle again and guide her out through the halls to the garage again, “It’s going to be so hard to read from behind my pillow.”

“Oh trust me you will be squealing more than once I blushed through just writing half of it not even mentioning the editing.”

“I can’t imagine!” Her eyes scanned over your jacket you pulled back on making her smirk, “That is a male coat, you didn’t happen to steal Thorin’s coat?”

“No, he took me to his jacket place, helped me pick it out. It’s got soo many pockets!” You said showing her the pockets both outside and in appealing to your shared Hobbit love of pockets. “And it’s so fluffy inside!” Lowering your hand you lifted the mail bag you had been given.

“Well it looks amazing on you. Gives the illusion he might be coatless somewhere.”

You giggled back, “But we both know I can swim in his jackets.” Making her giggle too. “Need a ride?”

“No, Kili is picking me up, having a lunch date.”

“Ooh, nice, just the two of you?”

“Yes, apparently they convinced Frerin it would be less of a challenge to keep civilized one on one alternating dates.”

“Hmm.”

She let out a weak chuckle, “I know, but it gets me twice the dates this week so I’ll take what I can get.”

“Well I hope it gets easier down the line for you.”

“Oh it will. I am too determined to let it go otherwise.” Eagerly Kili was waiting and scooped her and BamBam up carrying them to his waiting car while you walked to yours you unlocked and with the mail in the trunk lowered into with a quick huff shaking your hands to get rid of the lingering tingles from your nerves at how it would go over.

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“They have to get married!” You could hear the words being called across the buzzing shop making you peak inside only to have Balin inch in front of you and point to his left ushering you inside the office subtly. Curiously you popped in only to find the food but no Thorin. Walking around the table you sat on the couch only for you to hear, “You’re a Durin! What happens next! Don’t tell us he gets spurned again!”

Thorin gruffly replied back, “None of us know, our clan didn’t write it.”

“But you have to know something!” Was cut off as Thorin huffed entering and closing the office behind him. “Your lover is listed on the Bunny Show voicing it!”

Taking a moment to gather himself before turning around, “Sorry,” you muttered and he shook his head.

“Don’t you dare apologize. It’s a fabulous story. Mainly it’s dead silent so they can listen in then it just erupts afterwards, they’ll head out eventually when their mugs run out we’ve got a two refill limit.” Next to you he settled down comfortably with his leg against yours flashing you a comforting grin.

“Just don’t want you being harassed over it.”

“It’s not harassment. I take it as a point of pride that you are doing exceedingly well.” His smile split wider playfully as he rumbled, “And very nice touch on making him drunk ramble his plans out mournfully. Very true to his character. Gran messaged me she was on the edge of her seat and Gramps said she was giggling like crazy. Amad is curious to know how one could manage to hire a walrus to do their bidding.”

In a giggle as he uncovered and served the food you replied, “They are far more agreeable than elephant seals.” He looked you over and you added with a smirk, “I made allies to keep the crabs away.” Making him chuckle, “Besides they do love a good head rub. Once they see you won’t hurt their babies you’re free to graze through to see what they’re up to.”

“I will pass that on.” He replied in a chuckle. “You ok?”

You nodded, “Yup, just have another bag of mail to sort when I get home. It’s picking up.”

“I bet. I could help if you like.”

“Only if you want to, gets a bit much sometimes. Sorting by state, county then dividing it even more by language as such. Though I can’t imagine the letters I will get from the Professors this time.”

“Professors?”

“All in good meaning, helping to correct tiny details I’ve exaggerated or tweaked. Always the thickest but they always praise heavily afterwards on my imagination.”

“Any hate mail?”

“Few, then there’s the ones from family. From the first couple weeks haven’t opened them.”

“Well if you want my clan to reply to the haters let us know. I know Dis could come up with some amazing replies.”

The thought made you giggle and reply, “Thank you, I will keep you posted on that. Mainly so far I’ve just replied to kids. Classes that have been listening or sending pictures and such. So sweet really. I have to think of a way to keep them all together. Might laminate them to make a book maybe with the letters.”

“That is a great idea.”

“I just can’t quite get through the more emotional ones yet. The ones where they share what the story has gotten them through, still not there yet I guess. Will be though someday maybe.”

From there on you chatted more about his seen reactions to your show brightening your mood again and shared more responding messages that came in from his clan leading to once the meal was through you leaned against his side scrolling through them until your alarm when he took your bag from your trunk to add to his. His busy task today had him smirking while you were off as he was joined by Dwalin, Balin and Frerin to head home to dump the bag out on the couch to get to sorting. Easily with the group together the task was underfoot when Thorin got up at the door bell ringing. An odd delivery of seven chests had him puzzled after having signed for them luring his cousins to the front hall where they were left.

Curiously he circled them and Balin asked, “Did Jaqi day she was expecting anything?”

“No,” Thorin replied, “So odd, who would send chests?” Looking at the delivery sheet he said, “Valinor, they’re from Valinor...”

Dwalin led the group on inspecting the seam and chuckled finding the hidden lock he unlocked with ease at solving the sliding puzzle and tilted his head seeing the pile of books inside. “Books..”

Thorin’s brows furrowed rapping one with a knuckle, “Not books.” Reaching down he made to lift one only for the top to lift revealing a gold clear wrapped pile of gold filling the disguised box. “Oh I know what this is, she said she also inherited chests from her clan of money.” Balin opened another seeing bound Elven bills with another of silver coins in the one beside that and copper beside that one above one filled entirely with emeralds with scattered more stones in other cases before they closed the trunk that locked again leaving them to look at one another and Frerin to say, “We didn’t open it.”

They all shook their heads, “Nope.”

Thorin grabbed one end as Frerin took the other, “Off to the storage room for now.”

Balin asked following with Dwalin helping to carry theirs, “Do you think they’re all full of funds?”

Thorin replied, “That’s what she said. Wasn’t keeping anything else from their estates. Lawyer Feanor had sent them out to her. Mentioned something about the funds weren’t initially added to her inheritance balance but had to be counted then sent.”

Frerin chuckled, “So she had billions cracked it down to millions and now has billions again. Marvelous.”

Thorin chuckled with the rest of them and replied as they settled the trunks down and turned to grab another set, “I’m certain she won’t share the sentiment.”

Dwalin hummed, “Just think, you could save a bundle on choosing stones, she’s already got them.”

Thorin smirked to himself and replied, “We will get to that eventually.”

The next to last had all four carrying it with the last absurdly light last one took two keep them from flinging it up into the ceiling for how light it was. “That was close.”

Balin smirked looking at the others and rumbled, “How much you want to wager this one’s got mithril in it.”

Thorin rumbled, “I’m not betting.”

Frerin retorted, “Spoil sport, no winnings for you then. Fifty silver.”

Dwalin scoffed, “60!” Making Thorin roll his eyes hearing them on the way to move it with the others how to bring it up when they saw you again to see who won or not on that chest and all the others on amounts and contents. Eventually getting back to and finishing the sorting before each splitting up wishing Thorin a good night.

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One odd lengthy shift leaving you with a feeling you’d forgotten something ended with a quiet ride home as you retraced everything you had done until your realized you’d forgotten to take the second cupcake you had promised yourself to take from the dessert cart.

Backed into the garage it sealed and you turned off the car and climbed out to head inside leaving your shoes and coat by the door there. Passing the stack of mail on the table you caught Thorin nodding off at the table beside his spread making you chuckle and steal a picture before waking him to a peck on the cheek. “You’re tired.”

“No I’m not. Just, blinking, check.”

“Uh huh,” you giggled out and sat down, “Well once you’ve eaten off to bed with you to rest your blinking muscles.”

“How was work?”

“Good. Forgot to take my second cupcake at lunch though.”

“I have-,” he pointed at the kitchen making you reach over and pat his hand resting on the table.

“I’m good. This is good. Thank you. How was your work?”

“Good, got back, guys came over and you will be glad to know we have sorted your mail bag.”

“Aw, no wonder you’re so tired.”

“It didn’t take as long as it would seem to for a duffel of letters. Kept the schools separate for you and it’s all bound on the parlor table when you’re ready.”

“Thank you. Anything else interesting happen?”

“Oh, you got that delivery from Feanor.” That had you rolling your eyes and him smirking, “Figured you might not be pleased. All a decent weight except one.”

“Bound to have the mithril in it and shares of the mithril stocks they owned. Back in the high billions again, yay. Feanor is pleased though there was a trunk of paintings I said he could have, apparently a few splatters are ‘priceless’ he has the pleasure of handling the museums for those wonders on his own. At least my paintings are cute or realistic and not looking like road kill.” Making him chuckle again. His eyes met yours and brow twitched up at your lingering gaze his way, “You wouldn’t happen to have relatives in jewelry would you?”

A smirk tugged across his lips, “Of course I do.”

“Well, I might have some gems to unload.”

Lowly he chuckled, “You may want to inspect them first, just to be certain there aren’t any you might wish to keep. Other than that I am certain they would be glad to inspect your hoard.”

“Keep? Oh,” you said and he looked you over again, “You mean like for a ring.”

“Well it could be, unless your kin prefer to have the male design it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever even considered getting jewelry before.”

“Then best hold on to those gems and I can have some design books sent over for you to browse through. Give you some ideas. If you like a certain style they have some imitation stone settings they could loan out for you to give a test run to see how you like it on you.”

“How do you choose?”

“When we get there hopefully you might have a few ideas of your own.”

“Bet you have fifty ideas already of your own.”

“You would lose that bet.” He hummed back, “Has to be special. Every Dwarf has hundreds of ideas growing up what they might design, but it’s always, different. Has to be. No rush, take your time.”

“Oh, um, how short notice could your builder relatives be called out?”

Smirking again he said, “Well they live two hours out, so, two hours at least. I did send an email when you mentioned ordering the shelving for your studio. They are going to add more built ins to my spare as well. Will they be here soon?”

“It should be here Monday, would have been Sunday but there was a delay.”

“I’ll let them know in the morning.”

“Thank you, and sorry.”

“No, trust me, you are not ready to meet them yet, they’re a bit, odd.”

“Unlike the rest of you,” Lowly he chuckled again smiling at you.

“Yes, best let us handle the build while you are at work. Frerin would be glad to help keep them in line, and away from your door hinges.”

“Door hinges?”

“They like to swap them in houses they don’t like, so the door swings the other way.”

“That’s such bad totems,”

He nodded, “Yes it is. Which is why we will be watching them.”

Once cleaned up you were off separately, him to bed and you into a nice warm shower. A bit stiff from the wet week your formerly knotted leg still gave you a bit of trouble today, less than it had for centuries but still not as good as it should be. You felt terrible thinking of asking Thorin if he had a relative who could help with rubbing or stabbing these cramps out. A bath would be best but you were too tired to soak safely so showered and dried you changed into some warm flannels glad you remembered to light the fire before hand so your room was nice and toasty when you climbed into bed smoothing a heating patch onto your hamstring. Sneering at first of the odd goopy feeling instantly warming up after rubbing the pad with your palms flattening them over your skin. Still into bed you wiggled settling under your covers closing your eyes hoping the pad wouldn’t be glued onto your leg like last time when you woke up.

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Soundly you slept well into the morning, a glad thing for Thorin, who got called off to help his family with a few things and left you breakfast in the slow cooker. Waking to the alarm so you wouldn’t miss your appointment. And sure enough you woke to struggle the sheet off your leg you threw away muttering to yourself. Curiously seeing how much food he had used for the meal, once done and cleaned up, you got to searching your fridge to see what you might need. List in hand you went to change and made your way to your car post mail box trip to give the birds some more shredded mail to do with what they pleased.

Through town you drove remembering just where the parking lot for your nail salon was angled off this road. Close to the strip of stores but requiring its own little lot that more than once while on foot you had avoided falling off the sudden end of the curb into traffic. Easier than you had assumed you took the turn and found a spot in view of most seats you might be settled into and out you climbed to walk inside. Brushing your hair out of your face you flashed a grin to the woman blindly passing you on her way out of the shop over a foot too tall to notice your face anyways. Past her a scattered ripple of upward glances and lingering registering of who had just entered the shop were taken before those with clients got back to work and you turned to the counter.

“Miss Pear, welcome back,” she glanced to the side saying after seeing who was available, “Kovu is prepping your chair now. Would you like a beverage, or we have some whale shaped crackers if you need a snack.”

“No thank you, just had breakfast.”

With a nod she turned guiding you back to the station meant for you with the smallest chair available, “Kindly follow me.” Behind her you kept your eyes on her back until her step aside bringing the Dwobbit into view used to tending to your nails who flashed you his same kind smile. “Are you ready Kovu for Miss Pear?”

Kovu replied, “Of course, we have a lovely glittery mint shade for your toes if you are willing. Our Forest green was out.”

“Sure, sounds pretty.” The woman turned to head back to the door as it opened bringing more clients with it. Slipping out of your shoes and socks you accepted his hand to climb up onto the chair settling your bag on the chair beside you taking notice of the whispers of your name in trying to focus on his steps after you had settled your feet into the soaking tub.

“Now everybody by now has been raving about the new show featured on Bombadil Streaming,” The voice echoed through the shop and your eyes turned to the source of it, the flat screen on the far wall. “The show, is phenomenal, to say the least, we could spend all day praising it, however the one really making headlines lately, is none other than Creator, Animator and Voice Artist, Jaqi Pear. Who, for those of you don’t know, happens to be among the cast of the Voice Actors on the Bunny Show. If you have been living under a rock the show mainly centers around Bunny and her good friend Countess Beatrice, all of this leading up to several ties to the Durin clan, including Durin the Deathless himself.

Now all of that would be stunning enough, only, we have it on good authority now with actual pictures circulating of Miss Pear, a visit to the Findis hotel, was spotted among some posted pictures in their lobby of their latest family retreat. Obviously with a show centering the head of their clan they would be close, however we have been digging and recently a purchase was made by Miss Pear from a reputable dealership for a vehicle with another customer having heard Frerin Durin claiming Miss Pear as his sister.”

The second anchor let out a squeal and the third woman at the table excitedly said while the first let out an excited squeak herself, “Now, either Miss Pear has been secretly adopted as a member of the clan, or rather more titillating has managed to snag the heart of the only brother Frerin has, Thorin Durin.”

The second said, “Now Thorin is older, and for the past decade has co owned a tea and herb shop with two of his cousins, which has picked up in business and become quite the spot to sit out the Bunny show with a hot cup. Not to mention this new social handle building the press for the shop from someone called the MugMafioso exploring new drink blends from their shop. From what we can tell unlike his younger brother tries to remain rather mum on relationships if he has been having any. So this is very big if they are together.”

The first said, “And their sister, the only other option here isn’t one, because she has been blissfully wed to Vili Findis for decades now.”

The third said, “Now there isn’t much to be found on Miss Pear, past scattered jobs, performances with her Maiar performer and Master singing stone piano crafter maternal grandmother Sophie. With whom she was recorded performing with on disc,” she said lifting the cd she showed off, “I played it four times, I still have chills thinking about it.”

The second said as you noticed a few of the workers wondering if they should change the channel from the corner of your vision, “Clearly Miss Pear is talented, though there is little to no information of her past her immigration here on the grounds of her retiring from service.” Anxiously you wet your lips and your fingers folded together on your lap seeing papers being looked at by the First woman. “Now that is mainly due to the fact that she has changed her name.” By her tone she was reluctantly inching up to just who you used to be.

The first said in turning over the page saying, “Clearly since she has chosen a public profession we are honoring her choice to privacy on her other relations, whom even her grandmother has been respectfully mum on while sharing that she has children and grandchildren. Just like we assume her parents and siblings are of Miss Pear.”

The pair around her smiled again in their solidarity in choosing not to let that painful cat out of the bag and the third said, “When time comes for public announcements of courtship respectable bonds by two respectable clans no doubt will be made. From our digging Miss Pear has quite a lucrative line herself and very well could be with her current shows the higher earner in the relationship, which is quite stunning seeing how successful we all know the Durin clan to be greatly clearing any worries that fund seeking would be the reasoning behind it.”

The woman from the door was at your side again and you flashed her a grin trying to pretend you didn’t just flinch when Kovu had moved to your second foot to trim the cuticles as you usually did making him smirk at the clearly Elven trait on your sensitive partially Hobbit feet. “Hi,”

“Hello, Miss Pear, we could change the channel if you wished for us to.”

You shook your head saying, “No, it’s alright. Actually I haven’t been seeing much of the gossip lately. I have two jobs so I don’t get much tv time. Mainly stick to court shows.”

“Two jobs?” She asked curious about how that fit with the well circulated gossip you were from money.

“Have to bankroll your dreams somehow.” Making her chuckle at your giggled reply clearly meaning like most Dwarven clans you have been earning your rights to family funds as their heirs normally do.

Stepping back she stated, “If you change your mind just let me know.” Readying to rush over and greet the newest arrivals.

Looking down to Kovu you said, “I will stop flinching one day.”

After a chuckle he said, “No sooner would you stop being Hobbit. It is a welcome reaction.”

Looking up again as they had delved into the rites your clan would be possibly publicly present for you heard, “There is ample chance to get to know her clan while the pressing matters are ironed out. For now the pair seem to have managed to keep a low profile. And the Durin clan especially is not sharing anything, even a confirmation of the bond. In fact they are sharing little to do with Miss Pear beyond Frerin’s statement and the response from Thror himself on their approval and finding the Bunny Show a quite enjoyable tale involving their clan name that has in fact been formerly sent for approval years prior for clearance in using the name.”

The third said, “Which, the Durins own Venture Publishing, so that only gives hints that there very could well be a book in the works with whomever is behind this marvelous story.”

Biting your lip at the start of the lower leg massage you looked down hearing Kovu saying, “Your leg seems a bit looser than before in our past appointment.”

“Went to a hotel spa on a trip to Rohan, they said it was a Mburr knot.”

“Ohh, nasty things.”

“Feels looser, rain just tightened it up a bit again.”

“They do tend to take time to loosen fully. Working on your feet for hours does not help either.”

“Does help creativity though.” Making him chuckle to himself.

“True, absent hands often equal empty minds.”

A rinse of your legs came before he patted them dry with a towel down to your feet he massaged then set up to be painted. A clip on light helped to seal in the paint and he said, “For your nails we have your usual forest green powder. Don’t fret about that. Just the toes are different this time.”

“Either way, your work is lovely.”

“Might I ask, why green?”

“Pears are green. Plus, I spent decades by the sea, couldn’t go straight for blue. Red was too common a color, same as yellow or orange. Thought of purple a bit, but I heard it fades too quickly.”

Kovu said as you glanced up at the screen with the trio again now trying to guess what sort of woman you would be and how you might bring new things to the clan far more flashy than you truly were, “Wouldn’t know a brush from a clipper those three. These years I’ve known you that clan would be lucky to have you, funds or not. Kindness and bringers of hope are never without value no matter the lineage. Durins could always use more Hobbit blood too,” making you giggle to yourself.

“I think a great deal of clans could.” You replied making him chuckle to himself and help you down after removing the cover and adding the offered slippers. Carrying your shoes and socks he showed you to the nail stand where he set up his supplies allowing your nails to soak off.

To the topic of bringing up the differences between the brothers ending in an argument on which you should have chosen the channel was changed as you giggled to the beard, no beard argument as well as Frerin’s shorter hair to his ears against Thorin’s long ponytail to his shoulder blades. Both commenting to your possible race if choosing them on appearance alone with Thorin clearly the more attached to traditional Dwarven appearance. Which changing the channel only led to a debate on how your bond to Thranduil and his clan would affect their racing rivalry clearly being brought up to the pair at races. Once finished however you adjusted the ends of your shorts once your socks and shoes were added again on the walk to the counter where Kovu rang you up and escorted you to the door he opened for you giving you a nice send off.

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Shortly you were parked at the store and joining the other random shoppers to the self opening doors. Grabbing a cart along the way you made your way inside to start gathering what was needed. A pause however was taken at a pass from one end of the store to the other on the paint aisle. To your cart you added a small can of chalkboard paint making you smirk on your way to the art supplies. Lost to your focus on one end an elated squeal from the other turned your head to the group of teens who snapped a picture of you then darted off after squealing, “Love the show!”

Nodding to yourself you continued to shop flashing quick grins to any who seemed to be looking your way a bit too long until you had paid and loaded up your trunk after having been vented to by both the woman behind and in front of you in line on their love of your shows. Though neither was speaking of the same show making it a tad confusing for you to keep up with the both of them for the walk out of the store and nearly halfway to your car.

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Straight to the kitchen it all went and you put it away and brought a paint brush to paint over a risen section on cabinet.  From the handle you hung a small bag for the chalk. “Painting?”

Turning at Thorin’s voice you said, “Chalk board, for shopping lists. Since we mainly meet up at meals.”

“Clever,”

Looking him over the plotting grin inching across his lips had your brow twitch up, “What are you up to?”

“Well, felt bad, missing breakfast and all, so we are having dinner, at a place I know you will enjoy with Mal, the boys, Frerin, Dwalin and Bilbo.”

“Ok, should I change?”

“You look perfect,” you nodded and left the brush you’d cleaned on the edge of the sink to air dry after having put the paint away in the garage. “That was a brilliant idea.”

“Well I have plenty left over, thought I might add some on my sisters’ closet doors.”

“Sounds good,” to the garage he led you helping you into your jacket outside, “I’ll drive.”

“You got a package earlier,” you said when he joined you inside his car luring his eyes to you again and his dopey grin out seeing you in your adorably oversized coat reminding him of his first stolen peck on your cheek making him ache to steal another. “From Diaa and Niro looks like.”

“Ah, more pictures sounds like. Those can wait. For now, focus on dinner.” His hand reached over once he’d hit the button to close the garage behind you, “Have some fun.” Right over your hand laying on your lap his folded and for the brief drive you noticed a group of familiar cars joining you to the ax throwing eatery.

Excitedly you joined the others in grouping up beside your parked cars, his hand folded in yours again with fingers interlocked and as you walked inside the curious ravens back at home peered up at the new addition to the kitchen. Though it was Kuu who realized what it was leading to Belly leading the others in pulling out the chalk to scribble notes across the now dried board.

Around the hand carved tables in the cabin like dining section you all enjoyed your hearty suppers and lost to giggles you took your post dessert stop in the ax throwing half ignorant of the diners across the way stealing pictures of you all. Between the identical brothers a series of skeptical shots were taken as to which you were linked to until between rounds Thorin draped around your back pressing kisses to your cheek and forehead, abandoning you shortly for his turns then returning until yours to hold you again. Briefly the spies did however stop over asking for pictures and autographs.

Widely Frerin grinned greeting the ladies who commented on every stitch of him trying to flatter up a compliment in return through the signing then they asked, “Could we get a picture, with Miss Pear too?” Frerin glanced your way seeing you shifting in Thorin’s hold and the woman asked, “Celebrating something? Engagement perhaps?”

Her friend said, “Got to be nice, find yourself on a show about the Durins and land yourself a Durin to boot.”

Awkwardly you let out a breath trying to chuckle and Frerin said, “Just supper, though like a sister already, we couldn’t ask for a more talented person to man a show involving our clan.” Easing his arm around your shoulders keeping you close to his side lessening your contact with the trio folding around you both as Bilbo took the picture. Across the same receipts you signed J Pear inside a small pear making Frerin smirk seeing it next to his own with a tiny ghost doodle from the ghosts that used to be all across his first racing car he still loved to draw hinting to his roots. The cuddling didn’t go unnoticed and by morning was full spin in the media about the fated match yet to be confirmed by the Durin clan, the elders of which were uncertain if they should confirm anything just yet.

Pt 41

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Tea Shop AU #Fili/Kili x OC Mal

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Next Caller Pt 32

Dwalin grumbled asking Dis once in the hall as Bilbo readied Frodo for breakfast, “Whose great idea was it to bunk the lovebirds together? Up till we had Frodo Gran was hesitant on bunking me with Bilbo.”

Frerin smirked saying as he joined the pair adjusting his pajama pants over the back of his slippers. “I might have mentioned something.”

Dwalin, “What could you have said?”

Frerin chuckled, “Oh come on, I’m the baby and I just want my big brother to be happy, and possibly have a chance to cuddle in a chilly room with the lady of his dreams.”

Dwalin chuckled and Dis said, “There it is. Wondered why they’d pick the teal room.” She looked around, “Where is Vili, he was supposed to fetch them.”

That had the group heading to the guest wing where in the hall crouched down with his phone in hand mid snorting laugh the blonde was found making Dwalin ask, “Vili?”

Dis unable to help but grin at his next snorting laugh in his try to straighten up on a knee asked, “What’s so funny?”

Again he laughed gesturing for the door leading to your shared room that Frerin opened and walked through. The lights were already on and mid snore the pile of comforter on top of Thorin’s back rose then fell again in his exhale. Clearly with the comforter missing from your bed it was clear what was curled in the mess of fabric. Chuckling himself Dwalin reached out to Thorin’s arm poking it making him grumble from under his pillow. “It’s still dark out.” He rumbled in Khuzdul.

Lifting the pillow Frerin said, “No it’s not, Rin. Get cold last night?”

Thorin rumbled, “There was no fire.” Shifting his arm only to notice your arm curled underneath it realizing it wasn’t one of the boys on his back.

Dwalin said, “Alright, I got the Mafioso.” Easing his arms carefully under the blanket burrito to move you back to your bed.

A grumble from you came in the minimal lift off Thorin’s backs only making the Dwarf grumble, “Hold on,” Dwalin paused seeing the awkward tilt of Thorin’s head only to see the fingers his were trying to loosen in the shift of his arm, “She’s got my beard.” A simple slide of a finger under yours and the grip loosened allowing him to shift the braided strip of beard out of your grip, in his roll onto his side he watched Dwalin in his smirking path carrying you back to your bed in your curl in his arms closer to the warm chest.

Dwalin rumbled, “Well she wasn’t kidding that she ends up on top of her sleep partners. Even separate beds won’t stop her from winning.” Onto your bed he settled you down watching you grumble and your ball of covers coil up again making Dis sit down beside you and chuckle to herself in your wiggle closing the gap between you like a warmth seeking caterpillar.

Vili, finally having calmed down at the foot of his bed lifted the sticker sheet asking Thorin in his sitting up to rub his face, “What are these?”

Dwalin said, “Stickers of the Countess. She gave me one yesterday.”

Dis, “She mentioned she had a few sheets to give us.”

Frerin beside you, while Thorin grumbled his way crawling to his bag he pulled a shirt and some socks that he tugged on, rubbed his hand on what he guessed to be your back. “Breakfast.”

Sighing deeply you eased the comforter back exposing your head to glance between the duo around you and you asked, “Am I late?”

Dis chuckled shaking her head and you inhaled in a rub of your face while your legs stretched out shifting the blanket down more on the bed. Lowering your hands you sat up looking over everyone then looked to Thorin when he grabbed your socks on your case he passed to you. “Socks,” you whispered easing them on allowing the others a chance to see your bunny tattoo. “I don’t have to change?”

Frerin shook his head, “Come on, off to food.” You nodded and stood beside Dis when she rose looking at your mess of a bed making him say, “Don’t worry about the bed.”

Ushered out in a group you were glad that it seemed to get warmer the closer you got the dining hall. Joining the line of others at the buffet style for food you filled your plate with more being suggested for the encouraged seconds from Frerin. Thorin split off to make some tea with the others splitting up, your wake up had rippled around and while you set your plate down and Frerin settled your fruit bowl down beside his plate you spotted Mal in her own groggy spooning of sugar onto her grits Bilbo had brought her.

Lifting your knife to butter your pancakes from the tray on the table your head turned to Thorin in his pop up with two mugs of tea and a coffee for Frerin. Patting his brother on the back he turned for the food leaving you to focus on your own until you glanced up spotting Fili and Kili settling beside Mal grinning at you wider than usual, “Morning Auntie.”

Chewing your mouthful wondering what they were up to you gave them a quick wave seeing they were still holding to their nickname. Between them Mal nudged their arms only for the pair to lean in and whisper to her making her turn to you wide eyed. “What?”

Frerin said giving the grinning brothers a focused gaze, “Nothing. Don’t mind them.”

You nodded and shook your head lowering your gaze to the plate slicing off another piece to replace the one you had swallowed. Thorin returned and settled down starting to butter his own toast and pancakes looking to his Nephews in their stating, “Morning Uncle.”

“Morning,” he replied gruffly, “What did you break?”

“Nothing,” they replied.

“I don’t believe you.” He rumbled lifting his toast to bite into.

Dis settled down next with Mili, Tili and Gorgo next while Diaa and Niro settled beside their husbands with Niro flashing you a grin, “Good Morning Miss Pear.”

Swallowing your mouthful you grinned at the group, “Good Morning,” lowering your fork to lift your mug for a sip.

Diaa, “We were thinking of starting the day off with a hike if you’re up for it, we have some lovely grounds and we can swim after when the day warms up.”

“Sounds good, I like hikes.”

Niro grinned at you asking, “We hear your family lives in Lindon?” You nodded and she said, “After lunch we could bring out the pictures of our properties in the Blue Mountains to get your ideas on a venue.”

“Venue?”

You asked and Thorin rumbled out, “Gran?”

Dis lowered her mug glancing between you both then to Niro only for Diaa to ask, “Are there any specifications we would have to add for the reception to appease your clan?”

“I’m confused,” you said lowering your fork to your plate.

Thorin asked, “Amad, what reception?” His heart racing at wonder in what they were up to.

Niro chuckled at Fili and Kili saying, “For your wedding.”

“What?” You and Thorin both asked.

Kili lifted his glass saying, “Welcome to the clan Auntie.”

“I’m so confused,” you mumbled again.

Thorin grumbled out sensing your nerves spiking, “This isn’t funny.”

Fili, “You’re the one who got his beard tugged last night.”

Looking to Thorin you asked in a squeaking whisper, “What?”

Lowly he said, “You were on my back when I woke up, you were holding my beard.” He looked to them saying, “She was asleep!”

Thror stated, “Tradition must be honored.”

Dis and Frerin both said, “Gramps,”

Niro looked to Dwalin, who even in his current mouthful was trying to object while calling Balin over to help him argue. Niro said, “It is either wedlock or cohabitation. In the least you will live together and we can touch on the topic of venues later.” Her grin inched out again causing yours to inch out mirroring hers out of nerves, “Still, after the pool, pictures galore. Surely we will have a location to suit your preference and our needs.”

Reaching for your tea you took a sip and glanced at Mal giving you a silent empathetic gaze while Thorin fell silent stealing glances your way while you tried to register all this. Focusing on the food while Tili changed the subject trying to add things that could distract you all after swimming while Frerin thought on how he could fix the mess he caused with his meddling. On your feet when your food was done you stacked your dishes and glanced at Thorin in his low rumble of, “We leave them in the carts by the door.” You nodded and followed him to the carts, stepping up to his side in his waiting pause for you to do so.

Quietly to the room again you went concerning Thorin for what you were thinking but once you were alone in your room you sighed sitting down on your bed saying when he looked at you after closing the door. “I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything, my family blindsided you out there.”

“But I did something! I grabbed your beard! Ugh!” his brows shot up as you grabbed your pillow to hold over your face as you plopped back on the bed, “Mal told me not to touch your hair.”

With a sigh he moved to sit beside you, curling his leg to lay in front of him so he could look at you, “You were asleep.” Pulling the pillow from your grip he said, “It wasn’t intentional.”

“She never said married. She just said don’t touch hair, turning you into a giant red button not to press!” Making him smirk, “And I fell asleep and went and pressed it. Now we’re planning a wedding reception.” Your hands moved to rub your face, “Naneth is going-,”

“We are not planning a wedding,”

“Right, we have to get you moved in first.”

“We’re not doing that either. You are not going to be forced into this.”

Lowering your hands you looked at him asking, “I’m not having you turn into a donkey because of me.”

Chuckling to himself he replied, “I will into turn into a donkey.”

Sitting up you shifted to face him crossing your legs in front of you easing out a ghost of a grin from him, “Oh really, then what happens if we don’t get married or cohabitate?”

Sharply he inhaled then replied, “I lose my hair,” your brows inched up, “All of it. And my children will be bald.”

“Seriously? You are not going bald because of me. Or having bald babies! You’re moving in.”

“I-,”

“I suppose I can change the white and orange room,”

“I am not disturbing your plans, you’ve spent so long perfecting them.” Hastily he wet his lips, “What about the spare room back by your storage rooms? It’s roughly the same size as my room at my apartment now.”

You nodded and said, “I guess we could talk to the Bombairns while we’re here for them to paint it for you. And I’ll let you tell Roac.”

His hand reached out to pat your leg, “For now, focus on the hike we can think about all that later.”

“Right, hike, jeans or shorts?” His brow inched up, “I’m short, is there stuff I’ll have to climb over? A chance to scuff my legs?”

The thought making the corner of his mouth quirk up in amusement at the adorable thought, “No, there is a bit of tall grass in places.”

“Jeans it is,” You pointed at the bath, “Did you?”

He shook his head, “You can go first.”

You nodded and said in easing off the bed and walking to your case, “Don’t worry, I’ll sleep in the closet so I don’t end up breaking any more traditions.”

“One, we have no closet,” he said easing across your bed to get to his own suitcase, “Two, you did not break tradition.”

“Tub then, and yes I did,” you said carrying your toiletries bag, jeans and flannel with your shoes to the bath.

“No you’re not, and you didn’t.” Behind the closed door he pulled off his shorts and watched the door to change his briefs and tug on his jeans hastily. Keeping his same t shirt on he added his belt before sitting to add his boots listening to you brushing your teeth. Once again he reached over to admire your stickers. It was sudden and not the way he wanted it to happen, but he couldn’t help but be excited in knowing that you had accepted his being hoisted into your home. The room you had agreed to also wasn’t too far from yours, just a hall away across from the blue and orange room and would be plenty spacious for him and Roac until Dot would allow him to stay full time in the greenhouse.

Into his bag he reached to pull out his comb to smooth through his hair after his hand had reached up to stroke his beard. When the door had opened again he had tied his hair into a ponytail and brought out his toiletries bag to brush his teeth while you added your things back to your bag. Once he was back you both headed out to join the others going on the hike pocketing your phones. A tug on his arm however had him pulled to his relatives and you hurried along to catch up with Mal, whom you poked in the side, whispering, “Married? You should have said touching hair meant married!”

Harshly she whispered back, “Hair is different than the beard and you never said you were thinking about tugging on his beard!”

“I was asleep!” Her mouth dropped open, “Now when we get back he’s gonna move in and if he doesn’t then he’s gonna lose all his hair and his babies would be bald. First Donkey days now this!” Unable to help it Mal chortled and you crossed your arms, “I blame you for this, telling me not to, didn’t event think of it at first then I get cold and I wake up hearing I tugged on his beard.”

“Oh yes, my fault, cuz I put you in a room encouraging cuddling,”

“Was your room cold? It got so cold.”

“No, we had a fireplace.”

“Ugh, we don’t have a fireplace. Don’t even have a closet.”

“Oh that’s not good. So, which swimsuit did you pick?”

You shrugged, “Maybe the one piece since the elders will be there.”

“Right-,”

“Auntie!” Your lips pursed hearing the brothers racing up behind the pair of you, around you they folded in a quick hug then draped around Mal, “Hello our lovely one.”

“Really?” you asked making the duo look at you, “You had to do the toast?”

Fili, “Trust me, if we hadn’t Great Gramps was going to do a big speech to the whole clan. Now it’s just the closest,”

Turning your head you pointed asking Mal, “Isn’t that BamBam?” Seeing a red haired Dwarf holding the boar he was helping onto his walker beside a giant Mortar Boar.

Mal replied, “Ya, that’s Dain and Truffles, managed to work things out so he could fly her out to bond with BamBam. Just a couple weeks now by the scans.”

“Hmm, don’t know why I expected someone more, intimidating.”

Mal giggled as Kili said, “Oh just wait till he’s away from Truffles, scowl for days.”

Fili, “Absolutely thrilled for them to have the weekend together out here.”

Off to the side in the middle of the courtyard you spotted Dis, who walked over to you making you pause while the trio continued on. “I did not think it would ripple out like that.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry, Thorin’s picked the back room across from mine and the blue/orange room so don’t worry about him and his babies being bald.”

Tili giggled and asked, “He told you the consequences?”

“Well I assumed it would be another he gets turned into a donkey situation, not being doomed to be an unfuzzy Dwarf. He clarified things.”

Dis fought her smirk to say, “Well we will try to keep any more ambushes to a minimum.”

“Uh huh, hard to imagine anyone in your family skimping on chances to ambush.”

Your playful tone earned a playful smirk your way from the group only for you to turn your head seeing Diaa waving to you, “Miss Pear, you are here, lovely.”

With a hand on your back Tili said, “We’re here for you.” Joining you with Mili after a wave to Dis, who was remaining close to the house while Frerin trotted out to catch up to you. Not far along the path the tour had begun and passing a tree literally into your back Thorin bumped after being nudged back closer to you from another elder luring his hand to your side to keep from knocking you over.

Stories seemed to blend out and a few dew instigated slips had him keeping close though the sudden pop up of ravens from the tall grass had you bumping into his chest gripping his shirt. A few quick dying shrieks came from the others at least comforting you that you weren’t alone. Gently he rubbed your back saying, “It’s part of their games. Don’t worry, no more surprises.”

“You know everyone keeps promising no more surprises, but that’s the thing about surprises you know.” Making him roll his eyes as you continued on missing the grins of his relatives seeing the pair of you so close together.

A few chosen stops along the way and you were feeling the humidity of the day kicking in calling for a shower or to give their mysterious pool situation a shot. Right back to the house you went confirming to the other females that you were swimming. Perhaps a bit anxiously you waited for Thorin to change and when he came back he asked, “Did you want me to wait for you?”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to.”

“Do you know where you’re going?” He hummed out playfully.

“No.” you replied haltingly.

He chuckled and nodded saying, “I’ll wait.” Sitting on the end of your remade bed, “Take your time.”

With a nod you went into the bath and started to undress before wiggling into your black lace accented one piece. Over that you added a small wrap just barely reaching the middle of your thigh with the knotted side showing off more of that leg. A quick adjustment of your bust and you turned confirming that your backside was covered acceptably, a perfect hug of your curves without anything scandalous to your view and out you went. Over you Thorin’s eyes scanned while you added your things back to your suitcase and walked to his side eyeing his deep blue almost black skin tight short short style trunks, a style matching those on most of the younger Dwarves you saw along the way with them growing longer as they grew older. Through the lace the glimmer of your piercings could be spotted by those knowing to look confirming that what they saw the night before was on you.

Just past another lounge filled with random elders sipping on cool drinks waiting for others for cards or games you spotted Mal coming from another hall in front of you off a set of steps to who knows where. In her blue polka dotted one piece with wrap in hand she came into view of her suitors who in their awed path to her had neglected to realize led straight into the pool they dropped into. “Thorin, where is the air pump?”

Flashing him a grin you said, “Pool that way, I’m good. See you there.”

He nodded saying, “Shouldn’t take long.” Turning from you granting you a chance to quickly take in the back of your future roommate. Looking forward again you crossed the room and entered the sunlit hall with glass doors wide open, the endless pool wrapping around the corner of the building to who knows how far. You followed the hall passing where the boys had climbed out of the pool dripping wet to greet giggling Mal, behind them the clearly set up water game court sections for their planned volleyball game. Lazy river pathways flowed behind that and just past the waterfall arch separating the lounging pool for the adult Dwarves came the kiddie pools shallower with slides. Out of nowhere a group of bodies crashing into the waters followed by shrieks and water thrashing had your breath catching in your throat.

Closing your eyes you tried to center yourself from the instant burn in your scarred shoulder and turning from the water to follow the hall hoping to find a corner to sit down in. Increasingly hard your breaths deepened and when your eyes opened you spotted the staircase Mal must have come from. You knew where you were but in the midst of your body beginning to tremble eyes fell on your back in the easing of your fingers up over the side of your neck. Out of sight from the lounge you passed into the nook at the base of the steps and when Oin was seen hurrying down the hall Thorin’s mouth eased open when he saw you sitting on the bottom of the steps clearly trying to catch your breath. Closing your eyes your fingers trailed along your neck in the sideways tilt of your head. An old trick you had learned on a way of re-centering yourself in studies on past traumas.

Following the pressure points to press on your brows furrowed feeling the slow release of your nerves that had been rising all morning since breakfast. Beside you in the approach of another person you kept your eyes closed hearing Oin’s voice saying softly realizing what you were trying to do. “Just going to tilt you a hair more,” his fingertips pressing to your chin and the top of your head shifting your neck into an awkward arch that Dis and Vili from the top of the steps caught and waited quietly. A few moments he held you in the position allowing your fingertips to move an inch higher instantly releasing your nerves fully dropping the memory your body was dragging you back through. In the opening of your eyes he guided your head back grinning at you softly offering his hand for your hand resting on your lap.

Lifting it you laid yours on it face up only for him to gently turn it over, “Hectic morning.”

Weakly you chuckled in his thumb on his free hand tracing the back of yours, “What could possibly be hectic about forcing a guy in your sleep to either live with or marry you?”

“There is tension lingering in your shoulder, after lunch if you wouldn’t mind I could try to aid you through it. Leaving this could only get worse out of familiar locations.”

“Alright. Might help.”

Patting his hand over the back of yours he said, “Up you get.” Easily you were on your feet and in seeing you up again Thorin, already halfway down the hall to you slowed his pace seeing you were fairly calm again. Behind you the couple started to come down and while Oin slipped away he said, “I will find you after lunch.”

You nodded then looked to Thorin flashing him a grin, “Hey,” In his glance at the pool of children that clearly set you off you said, “I’m ok, have some jitters occasionally with rough water.”

His eyes landed on you again and he asked, “Why don’t we get you in the lounging pool then, the boys are going to start up a game.”

“Sure.” Across a mini bridge he led you to a clear spot to let you settle down and he said, “I’ll grab us some water.”

Before you could answer he was gone and you softly said, “Ok,” crouching down to sit lowering your legs into the water you spotted Dis and Vili making their way to you, him with a legless chair of sorts with a back and arm support so she could lean comfortably on it. “Hey,” you said eyeing her black one piece with sheer strips sideways granting her full coverage but still showing some skin. Coming to join you Mili and Tili with matching black suits with a triangle cutout under their bust and strips above their cleavage accenting the heart shaped top.

Both grinning while Dis asked as you brushed your bangs from your face, “Enjoy the hike?”

You nodded seeing the Dams settling on Dis’ other side as Vili went to fetch Dis a drink then join in on the game. “Ya, you all have a lot of beautiful land. And some very, fun birds.”

Dis chuckled, “Ah yes, their daily spook and flee. Normally they stick to the goats or sheep. Shouldn’t bother you again.”

“I know.” Looking over her face you asked, “You have fun? While we were gone?”

“Yes, played some pool and some mahjong. Had some snacks.”

Tili asked, “Do you like to swim?” She asked when you eyed Mal jumping into the pool to join playing with the others.

“Usually not when it’s crowded.” You looked at her saying, “Working on my jitters with choppy water.”

Dis said, “If you’d rather go inside,”

You shook your head seeing Thorin coming back with two water bottles. “No thank you. I hate being the fun sucker. I’m good here.” Inching out one leg that dropped into the water he crouched to sit down with a hand as support and the other held your bottles, that once he sat he passed one to you. “Thank you.”

Looking you over he smirked at you nipping at your lip in your try to open the lid on the bottle sliding in your palm. Silently he reached over gripping the bottom with his fingertips helping to anchor it only making you squeak at the cold splash of icy water that splashed across your laps just making him chuckle in your timid glance his way. “You’re welcome.” A hasty sip later and you sealed the bottle again to rest in your palms near your knees in the starting of the game. Right into the center of your pool you caught Dwalin’s drop in accepting Frodo in his inflatable hippo from Bilbo to keep him from the rowdier kids on the other side of the waterfall arch. Bilbo stepped in next to sit on one of the sunken benches while Dwalin led Frodo around, joined by Billi and Balin moments later.

Before long at a stray ball Dwalin was glaring at the guys tossing it back at them and you eased off your wrap leaving your water behind you to drop into the surprisingly five foot pool to grab the sinking toy that Billi dropped. Up to her side you surfaced before she could manage to cry setting it inside her floating ring, turning around you started to tread water pausing to return the wave he gave you. Back to your spot you went and lifted yourself out to take your spot again and squeezed your braid over your shoulder. Getting back into the game while Thorin eased in to trade spots with Dwalin you relaxed back with your hands behind you to prop you up, too busy with the game to notice Thorin struggling to keep his focus on the boy between you and him. Absent kicks of your feet and legs when the game ended had the sisters suggesting you four head to the floating lagoon.

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Lunch was called for and tying your wrap on again you accepted Thorin’s help up once Vili and Mili helped Dis up out of her floating ring and lagoon to join you at your table. Food and your new friends while Mal and the guys were at the table with the players from the games. Under Thorin’s guidance you were on your way up to the room you flashed a grin seeing Oin waiting for you. “Are you ready?”

“Sure.”

You said and Thorin glanced at you, “Oin is giving you a session?”

You nodded and Oin said, “Best not to let that shoulder run loose at the wheel this weekend.” Looking to Thorin he said, “An ally would be best,”

Thorin nodded, “Of course.”

In a long winding path you walked beside Thorin, behind his cousin to a sort of steam room of sorts with moss on the ground and a lazy stream forming an island he guided you to. Cross legged on the island you sat already feeling a tingling in your left arm. “Now, the reason for the ally is that a trance like state will be induced,” around Thorin’s neck a crystal necklace was laid and from the kit set up he lit a candle he set right in front of your legs. Within moments your mind drifted off to the sound of distant canons as he said, “I want you to focus on the sound of waves,” his voice faded away in his guiding you to lay back with a hold of your neck that he rested on the pillow on Thorin’s lap with your legs stretching out.

All of a sudden while he started to bring over healing crystals and oils he saw your arm start to twitch. The usual methods were hardly working until in the tapping of your fingers had Oin looking to it making Thorin rumble, “She found a typewriter on Ruun.” Oin looked up at him, “Started writing stories once she fixed it up.” Oin nodded and began to use that process to ease the process along, this time much easier seeing that the rest of you was trying to guide him the way out of the nightmare that you had gotten through. Fully relaxed and without any lingering tension of the trauma in your scar your arm rested.

A candle circling above your head and slowly you were lulled out of the trance blinking up at Thorin, who smirked as you said, “You don’t have a bad angle do you?”

Pt 33

#Thorin x Reader oc #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Dwalin x Bilbo #Frodo #Dis #Mili #Tili #Hobbit #lotr

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Next Caller Pt 31

The door bell ringing had the birds all wishing you safety on your travels once again after their third inspection of the new beds making Dot and Darling curious for who might be sleeping in those beds when you lived alone instigating stories from Belly of the small family you had far away. Upon opening your door you flashed a grin to the man you didn’t know only to watch him accept hold of your bag while Fili and Kili popped out of the open door of the van shouting, “Come on Jaqi! Uncle’s at the airstrip already!”

Nodding your head you stepped out locking up the front door after confirming that you had locked all the others and covered the windows aside from the ones looking into the back yard then turned to join the others in the van. Grinning again you eased past the front row to sit in the back beside a duo of teens you didn’t know locked in a debate with the trio behind them making you look out at your house hoping the whole clan wasn’t this way. “So, Auntie, heard about your new beds.” Kili’s grin split wide in Fili’s deep smirk.

Turning your head you stammered, “Beds, I have beds.”

Fili asked, “Uncle Dwalin said you got six new ones?”

“Um, nine, actually, four bunk beds and five platform frames.”

Kili nodded, “So no mattresses yet?”

“Just for the bunk beds, but that was only because I wouldn’t be able to get them in myself, it was part of the offer that they would put them in for me after building it.”

Fili, “Well the sooner you get them the sooner we can crash at your place.”

Kili, “But no rush either, can’t rush perfection.”

The argument picked up and you said, “I thought Mal would be riding with you.”

Fili shook his head, “No, she stayed at Bilbo and Dwalin’s last night to park her scooter in their garage for the trip, meant to rain while we’re gone.”

“And there’s room for us all?” The pair chuckled and you said, “Right, first woken, bound to have an old home.”

Kili said, “Don’t you worry Auntie, tons of room.”

Fili asked, “So Dot’s pleased with Roac?” Clearly changing the subject.

You nodded, “Yes, the other day said she might not, draw it out, I think, was how she put it. She does like him it seems.”

Fili, “Cool, cool. Uncle said when their young are grown we might choose from them.”

“I don’t mean to-,” They nodded to convince you to keep going when you stopped talking, “Are you home enough? I mean I doubt they would take well to pits at races. Too loud, isn’t it?”

Kili chuckled, “We would have to adjust things for them surely, might have to wait for the second clutch perhaps, but they wouldn’t want for-,”

You shook your head, “That’s not what I meant. Just, I know how hard Belly took to my long shifts at first. And I know how badly they might make you pay for it.”

They chuckled again and Fili said, “Ah, yes, we’ve seen the wrath of Ravens, Amad’s had to be one of the moodiest when Adad’s was courting her. From the tapes she was unrivaled in fury.”

“Almost makes you wonder how they manage to mate at all.” Making them chuckle again. The rest of the way they asked more questions about the Aviary and their take on how your birds were thriving.

Joining other vans you pulled into the private airport entrance eyeing the silver blue and black plane nearly the size of a commercial plane by your guess. Following the brothers you led the bickering siblings who made their way over to Bombur’s brood, curiously following the pair you entered the smaller security point seeing your bag being wheeled in on a cart. Lost in the mix of people you waited in the line only to step forward seeing the teens being called away quickening you through the security point. A beep from the metal detector however had you flashing a grin to the curious security attendant who you stepped aside for them to wand you. For a moment the crowd stole glances only to shift their gaze to ripple the word of the flash of your belly revealing the piercings earning an awkward throat clearing and hand gesture from the guard freeing you to move on.

Past that you claimed your satchel again easing your necklace into it again and joined the Durins past that point in the mini lobby where Frerin came out of nowhere easing his arm around your back saying, “Sis, we have your ticket.” Up to the desk you went handing over your ID that once scanned you took back along with your printed ticket making Frerin rumble while the sticker for your suitcase was being tagged, “You’re in our row.”

“Our?” You asked joining him in his gentle grip leading you out onto the actual runway in the line to board.

“So I hear from Dwalin you have a hell of a surprise for us.”

“I suppose, ya.” Peering up at the steps anchored beside the plane you inhaled then took the first step following the line of backs into the plane.

Nearly to the back you turned to your left spotting Roac in Thorin’s lap in a carrier squawking out to you, “Jack Rabbit!”

“Hey Roac,” shifting your gaze you flashed a quick grin to Thorin, who you squeezed around his legs he spread out so you could take the seat in the middle then sat so when Thorin stepped out Frerin could walk past you easily in the tuck of your legs up to your chest.

When the pair settled again you looked to Thorin as he asked, “I heard construction went well?”

You nodded and said, “Ya, they did a great job, and with the bunk beds they had three feet left on the wall so they said they’d add some shelves to fill in the space.”

Thorin, “That’s great.”

Frerin asked as you settled your satchel under your seat, “Anything else new?”

Dwalin in the aisle as you sat back again said to his cousin, “No spoilers now, you can wait to find out like the rest of them.” Flashing you a wink while Bilbo and Frodo took the row to your left.

“Is it just your family on here?”

Thorin replied, “Well, Dis, Vili and his sisters are taking the train, same as our two other far along expecting Dams.”

Glancing up you flashed a wave to Gloin responding to his and smiled at Gorgo as she said, “Hi, Miss Pear.”

“Hi.”

“We can talk later,” she said passing you to settle in her seat.

The eager tone making you whisper to Thorin, “Have I done something?”

Thorin shook his head, “No.”

Frerin, “No doubt just eager to get to know you better.”

Thorin, “Don’t worry, we won’t let her hound you on the show again.”

Frerin had you looking back at him in the starting of the engines, “Until then, we have a great family favorite film.”

It was just a few minutes and you were taxiing out for take off and almost instantly Thorin’s free hand engulfed yours on your lap for a sudden ascent luring a squeak from Mal signaling that she and the boys were somewhere ahead of you. Once in the air Roac settled back onto his belly and he rippled into a series of questions asking about Dot and anything you might have learned about her habits or favorites he might embrace on his visit on Monday.

Not long after when the film kicked on he turned to speak with Dwalin’s raven allowing Frerin to help you bring out and put on your headphones to watch the film still with Thorin refusing to let go of your hand. Just buzzing with questions and all he wanted to talk about after just missing a single day talking to you. The contact was enough for now and smirking to himself Frerin caught your narrowed gaze and shift closer to his brother’s arm to focus on the film only to grab his elbow when it suddenly cut off for the landing video.

A gentle squeeze on your hand later and you shifted up a bit removing your headphones that you added to the seat pocket in front of you while Thorin and Frerin did the same. Safely you touched down and mingled through the crowds of Durins used to the task of filing out into the next fleet of vans. Though between the identical duo you filed onto your own row for the ride to their family home in Erebor dubbed their Summer Home. Past a long stretch of green you leaned forward in front of Frerin deepening his smirk that split open in a laugh as you eyed the yellow palace of a summer home and muttered, “Summer home. And I’m a hippo.” Looking at Thorin you said, “Summer home.”

Awkwardly he grinned at you, “I never said summer home.”

Looking out the window again you sighed, “I suppose I can’t say much as I inherited a castle on an island.” Glancing at Frerin, “Know anyone that wants to buy an island? Kind of hard to sell…”

Frerin chuckled, “Might as well hold onto it, never know when you need an island to fly off to.”

“It’s surrounded by volcanoes, half the year you can’t fly there.” They looked at you as you said, “There’s an underwater railway.”

Thorin rumbled, “How does that work?”

“Not well, keeps flooding.” Making the pair chortle, “And no one sails there, kept getting shot at.”

Frerin, “So you need a good boat, yacht maybe. We have a few in the family that are always up for borrowing.”

With a shrug you replied, “Doubt I’d ever get time away, takes three weeks to sail there from Tirion.”

Into the grand courtyard you were driven and seeing the man with the large beard topped with a zigzagging set of beard accents in a powder blue shirt and tan pants beside a heavily bearded Dam in a flowy pale blue dress. “She’s wearing a dress.” Beside them a younger duo in similar styled clothes, though the female clearly a Dwobbit by her larger feet and shorter stance, “And so is she.”

Frerin patted your hand on your lap saying, “You are dressed well. Jean shorts and a flannel is your look.”

Thorin, “We’re all in jeans.” Opening the carrier allowing Roac to fly out with one of the teens exiting to take the carrier to add to the to others.

Huffing quietly you climbed to your feet and joined the others out into the courtyard, or at least that was the intention, stepping on a seatbelt dangling lowly your foot slid and behind you Thorin’s arm scooped around you making you squeak in your near fall. Just a moment he held you in your awkward stance while Frerin turned to free your foot in Thorin’s stepping down before the pair righted your shirt and hair with Gimli behind you passing you back your bag you dropped. “Thanks,” you whispered and the trio nodded as the elders on the steps waiting to greet you took in the momentary embrace and the settling of Thorin’s hand on your lower back guiding you along to join the others again. Hints of grins spread with corners of mouths ticking up in the noticed gesture and attention that the supposed bachelor for life had shown you as you adjusted the necklace that most had already heard whispers about from Thorin.

Each of the four on the steps greeted each guest and welcomed all of you. Once your trio had reached them you flashed a grin to the four between the hugs the brothers gave their relatives. Then eyes shifted to you and Thror stated, “Miss Pear, we’ve heard so much about you.”

Thrain asked, “Or should we call you Mafioso?”

“Up to you.”

Diaa asked, “What do you think of our family home?”

“I like your, fountains, very exploding, really goes with the, yellow, stone.”

Niro chuckled and said, “Well I look forward to speaking more with you at the dame dinner tonight.”

“Dame?”

Thror smirked saying, “Our ladies have supper together on our opening night and we group together for desserts in our back balcony ballroom.”

“That another donkey day thing?”

Diaa chuckled saying, “Not a Dwarf tradition but one for our clan. Do not worry Dis has ensured you are at our table along with young Mal for familiar faces.”

“Thank you, guess I’ll, ya,” the group tried not to chuckle in your continuing up the steps to the door where you spotted Dis waving to you.

Dis’ grin spread and she called out, “Jaqi, come see place.” On the landing you caught her waving her hand to the guys saying, “Off you go you two, dames only.” Looping her arm with yours while you glanced back unable to spot Mal, with only Gorgo hugging the welcoming four to trot up the steps following after you both. “Now, quick tour, I know you will love our inner garden especially, it’s where we keep our Raven dwellings, similar to yours I hear. We have seen the video of your Zebra Striped in his mating dance, we are all so glad that his line is continuing.”

“Ya, well Darling really is the one they were glad to have mated so well.”

“Darling?” she asked with an adoring grin and you nodded.

“Yes, she’s older, actually refused non striped suitors before, so catching Belly in the video chat for the owls was just by chance really. Though I do have to admit,” lowering your voice her grin seeped a bit deeper, “It was a bit hard to watch his dance.”

At that she giggled, “It always is, just wait until Roac pleases Dot, you might have to leave the room.”

“It was so bad, he’s so sweet, and she just-,”

Dis nodded, “I know, trust me I know.”

Gorgo asked, “How are your Owls? Have the couple remained in their nest?”

“Yes, actually, from what they’ve told me their home has too many females so they said if their daughter takes to Kuu then they would leave her with me and take their sons.” That parted their lips, “They would visit of course-,”

Gorgo, “They trust you with their daughter, that is huge. Especially for them to choose not to have her pair with a wild owl. That is immense.”

“I know, it was a shock enough they let me touch their eggs and listen to them.”

Dis, “Touch-?”

Gorgo, “How big are the eggs?”

“Watermelon, almost. Just under. I think it’s mostly what I’ve set up for my own birds that they liked. Wouldn’t need to suffer through harsh winters or predators for eggs.”

Dis, “Not to mention they would have you to protect them.”

“They’ll be bigger than me soon enough, he’s already nearly to my shoulder.”

Dis looked you over asking, “I heard from Dwalin you have a surprise for us?”

“I mean it’s not, like huge, but we got in stickers of the Countess Beatrice at the station. I have 17 sheets in my bag for you guys to divvy up.”

Gorgo, “Seriously?!”

You nodded and looked at her when her fingers rested on your arm, “Ya, the guys were thinking maybe doing a new character a month, just have to pick which one. I thought maybe Wolsey.”

Gorgo, “What about Bunny?”

“Far as I know for the show it was just going to be like on the add, a hand holding a phone and bunny ears around a chair.”

Dis, “Interesting take.”

Gorgo, “Well I can’t wait to see them.”

“Whenever I find my bag later I can get you both a sheet, there’s four per sheet.”

Gorgo, “I do certainly love hearing the updates on Durin’s courtship.”

Mili walked up beside Tili on your way out of the garden joining the ladies for the line to the ballroom set up for your Dame Dinner. “But of course the question is how much of their story is in this fabled book of Bunny’s.”

Weakly chuckling to yourself you said, “No spoilers.”

Gorgo said, “Shouldn’t be too long, just have to settle a day I can read through the draft to rate it then we can send it to print.”

“The guys mentioned it would be sometime after you’re back from your vacation.”

She looked you over, “Vacation?”

You nodded, “They said you’re off a week after this weekend.”

Gorgo, “I’m not going anywhere, if Ecthellion is worried about that you can tell him I would have ample time to read through the book next week. They just give us weeks off through the year to allow us rest.”

“Wouldn’t that be beyond the point of resting?”

Dis chuckled saying, “We’re a lot like you, time off is sometimes more dreaded than hectic schedules.”

The elegantly decorated ballroom sat waiting for you with the other ladies curiously looking you over in passing them to one of the far tables where you spotted Mal seated beside Balin’s wife and daughter. Around the table you were introduced to the few ladies you didn’t know being settled beside Dis across from Mal. While you guessed she might be the one in need of rescuing from the clan interrogation only, once Niro and Diaa returned you found yourself being added to the mix. First questions of your former animated show came up and then questions of why you had stopped singing had you halting a moment then answering, “I mean, I still do. Gran is working on a few songs left on her new album. Professionally it was only for her requests that I did perform. Outside that I really don’t think that’s the field I would stay in.”

Niro, “That does explain a great deal on the matter, we do prefer voice over or possibly animation for you. It is no wonder the show is such a hit with talent like yours on staff.”

“Thank you,” you said bringing your fork up to your lips.

Giggles however won out as Mal tied you into a discussion on the guys starting to plan a birthday gift for her all with their own gifts wildly off base. Inside the lounge for the bathroom with private toilets enabling use for more than one with Dis and Gorgo waiting while you giggled through her last offered gift. “A poinsettia blanket. A knitted one at that in thick wool.”

“Blankets are sweet,” you giggled out drying your hands.

“Yes but then Ki mentioned a matching hat.” Covering your mouth you squeaked through your tries to muffle your laughter making the ladies grin wider while Mili and Tili washed their own hands while you went to plop onto the lounge beside Gorgo making Dis smirk wondering if you were just at ease or getting a bit tipsy from the wine.

“Phone.” Giggling still she handed you her phone she pulled from her pocket and finding her voice memo app you had the mouths of the Dams opening at your mini argument between the Countess, Wolsey, Frenn and Adriana hinted with Bunny as well. The flawless switch between them and on point accents left them stunned with how many of the characters you voiced. Each offering more suitable gift ideas that you drug over to a text to the boys group messages then you made a popping sound with your lips. “See how that gets them turned around.”

Mal giggled saying, “At least you picked their favorites. Doubt they would have listened to Holm.”

“Oh! I didn’t even think of that! Oh I could do so many things with that!” Mal giggled again and you tapped Gorgo’s arm, “You know I was at the market the other day and this lady was railing into this teenager trying to say that Horun was actually going to race off with the Tibelt from its crew.” Dis nipped her lip wondering if you would confirm how she suspected you had been attached to this story.

Mal scoffed, “How could they think that?!”

Gorgo said, “That is just absurd.”

“Exactly, and the girl was near tears so I tried to help her and set the lady straight,”

Mal shook her head, “Oh I doubt she listened. Never do, even I’ve gotten into a few arguments.”

“I mean, what the hell would I know, I only wrote it, but don’t mind me. Let them run the show and next Holm will be waltzing with the head of the Ironfist clan on their betrothal ceremony.”

Gorgo looked at you still stunned asking softly, “You wrote it?”

In a sigh you looked to her and your head tilted nearly resting on her shoulder, “I’m so tired, it’s so tiring. All the guys keep asking, but it’s no fun making you chase your tails. Everybody keeps saying to make friends and Mal says roots, to try and face the winds and you’ve got a brain, and I would feel bad lying, and it’s such a good story. You’ve been waiting five years, I’ve had it nearly 800,” her lips parted, “8, hundred. It’s hard enough keeping the next show mum from this ball of fire over here,” you said bumping into Mal’s arm making her grin inch out starting to catch your possibly tipsy vibes. “It’s crazy.”

Looking at the closed doors hearing muffled shouts and raised voices Mal giggled saying, “I think they got your message.” Making you giggle.

“Do I smell blackberry crumble?”

Tili still grinning madly at your big reveal offered you her hand to help you up asking, “I have to ask, where did Bunny come from?”

On your feet you asked, “The name or the character?”

Mili, “Name.”

“Jaqiearae means Jack Rabbit, in Vanyar that’s what we call bunnies. Naneth used to draw me bunnies that I used to hide from the guards, including the one I got tattooed on my foot, and when I changed my name that’s what I picked,”

Gorgo asked standing up, “So with the book, what happens if your name comes out?”

“It might, but for the time being, I’ll take what I can get and hope the work speaks for itself and my old name won’t matter.”

Dis, “If I can ask, your sister, the one in the story that outed that clan,” your eyes on hers alone had her pausing and saying, “It wasn’t your sister.”

“We filed a copyright for the show, the clan demanded 75% or they’d out my name. I called their bluff. We had rules, my cousins and I, monthly scheduled check ins or our letters would be published by a friend. He’d been aching to post that story for centuries.”

Her hand settled on your arm and you shook your head, “He was a sperm donor and a leech. Nothing more. As cold as it sounds.”

Mal said, “It’s not cold,” rubbing your back, “They didn’t deserve you.”

Gorgo, “Are there still many after you?”

You shrugged, “Time will tell, for now their friends aren’t bothering with me. I doubt they passed on my name, they were more physical not financially based.”

Dis eased her arm in yours, “Time for sweets.”

“Just keep me from brownies or things might get ugly,”

Mal snorted behind her hand making Dis looking at her, “You did only eat half at the last time Fred brought in boxes of brownies for the holidays.” Looking at Tili she said, “They are addictive. And Tina’s cookies.”

“Oh,” you said making the ladies giggle at your conversation switching to your favorite sweets and sugary treats lasting until you joined the men on the balcony ballroom that hastily pocketed the phone they had again listened to the message. Behind them Thorin couldn’t help but grin seeing you with a content shimmer across your skin in the creeping moonlight. Up to the table Dwalin waved you over to motioning to the empty chairs you walked while Tili hurried to fetch a tray of desserts while Balin brought more wine.

Giggles with Mal on possible plans for her birthday plans the guys kept making wilder and wilder only bleeding into louder laughter that lingered luring out more adorable squeak and snort triggered grins at the pair of you. And through your next trip to the bath and back again where you ended up laying your arms on Thorin’s shoulders peering down at his dessert he had just finished. “What is that?”

Lowly chuckling he named the treat only for your chin to plop on top of his head in an uninterested sigh making the men around your pillow trying not to grin dopily only to have Dis say, “Thorin why don’t you take Jaqi to bed.”

“There’s so many people, I get a bed? A couch would be fine.” You said straightening up and lowering your hands allowing him to stand up.

Lowly he rumbled, “You are getting a bed.”

Dis grinned saying, “Amad put you both in the teal room.”

Thorin’s brows inched up, “Both?”

Mal said, “Aww,”

Fili said, “No fair, we’ve been bunked with Tiln and Ropn.”

Dis gave them a pointed gaze then eyed Thorin as he asked, “What about Frerin?”

Frerin chuckled out, “I sleep in my briefs or in the buff you don’t want me bunking with her. Mili and Tili are in mine.”

Mili said, “Besides Ori has your usual room and you know he needs his humidifier.”

Dwalin chuckled out, “Plus, no harm possible he’s got a snore able to scare a moose.”

Giggling out you said, “Bold of you to assume I’m not more terrifying than a moose.”

Frerin chuckled out, “Oh we have no doubt about that.” He smirked at his brother then to you again, “You’ll enjoy the teal room I bet, really comfy.”

Thorin huffed then looked down at you in your poke to his middle, “Looks like I get to see you in your socks after all.”

Inhaling sharply his hand settled on your back as his cheeks prickled making his family chuckle in Fili and Kili snuggling around Mal for the last few moments catching sight of Bombur’s oldest girls who she would be rooming with. “I’ll show you in.”

“Ooh,” one little utterance from you in the first hall off the main room leading to the courtyard you were just in and he felt his grin easing out again. Small tidbits along the way were pointed out to you on the mini tour as his hand remained on your back slowly working its way back to your side. Outside your assigned room you spotted the slip of paper eased into the gold nameplate frame ‘J Pear & Thorin’ “Is there more than one Jaqi here?”

You pointed at the slip and he eased open the door saying, “Jaqliene, Gran prefers hyphenating.”

Inside the teal coated room with walls and rugs over the marble floor in deep teal around the teal, silver and white striped beds while Thorin eased the door shut you smirked. “Ooh,” on top of the stools at the foot of your beds were your bags and you went over making his brow inch up until he saw you pull out an envelope and a sheet you passed to him luring out his curious grin. “Stickers.”

“Oh, these are incredible,” he said inspecting the stickers closer then glanced your way saying, “You can have the bath first to change if you like.”

With a nod and a giggle you were back in your bag to grab a pair of shorts then turned for the bath, holding in your giggle at the overly teal bathroom. Laying the shorts on the counter you lifted a foot to remove your shoes and socks, setting those down to wiggle out of your shorts to pull the other pair on with your flannel added after. In the mirror you looked at your messy bun to help find your hair tie that you managed to ease out before weaving your hair into a simple braid you tied off then gathered your things to head back into the room to add them to your trunk finding he’d already turned down the sheets for you both. In catching your eye again he said, “They have some tricks to keeping the sheets in.”

Moving to the foot of his bed he grabbed the pair of shorts there, “What is your usual room like? I’m guessing blue.”

Lowly he chuckled in your teasing grin, “Silver and blue, like most of the family rooms, guest rooms are more adventurous.”

You nodded and moved to the bed that you hopped up onto the end of to sit down saying, “Well just too bad you bumped in with me then and you miss out on your own bed.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just normally they wouldn’t leave us alone.”

“But you can snore away a moose.” You teased and he turned to the bath.

“Back in a minute.”

“I’ll yell if I see a moose.” His chuckle broke off in the closing of the door and exhaling deeply he got to stripping while you eased back on the bed to slide your legs under the covers you pulled up to your waist feeling the cool air in the room gathering again. wiggling down you lifted the covers to your chin relaxing on the pillow, only feeling your eyelids drooping shut.

Stepping out shirtless Thorin peeked into the room only hearing a content sigh from you making him smirk that you’d already fallen asleep avoiding the awkward silence of waiting to sleep near someone you aren’t used to doing so with. The start of bumps rising on his skin luring him to his case adding his things before climbing onto his bed, after a final glance your way he reached over to shut off the lamp between your beds then laid back. Closing his eyes with the covers pulled up before rolling onto his belly grumbling at the chill that with his usual fireplace having room could have kept away from you.

Pt 32

#Thorin x Reader OC #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Hobbit #lotr #Dis #Gorgo #Mili and Tili

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Next Caller Pt 27

@c-s-stars​, helped me with these collages since i am not able to make them. Sorry for making you wait so long. :D

Saturday morning, post fist bump to shoulder awkward goodbye from you to your Cuddle Monster the night before, you were underwear clad prepping of your hair for the day ahead. Braiding up the upper half of your hair into a long woven pattern secured with hidden pins you moved onto pulling your strapless dress on over your corset, making sure to use pins to keep it in place even with the tight hidden zipper on the side. Tall heels were next so you wouldn’t have to fidget with them underneath your cape, the lovely pair stirring a smirk across your lips at seeing how nice they looked and how comfortable they were.

On top of your head you added the feather topped golden leaf band forming a mini crown you pinned in place before moving onto your cape. The golden layer of feathers laid over the white swan feather cape reaching your hips secured with a single strap around your neck. Exhaling sharply you moved onto your makeup next. A simple stripe of gold across your face in a mask coating from eyebrows to just under your eyes stretching from ear to ear once you added the facial primer. Primer for your lips came next for your black glittery lipstick to finish off the look and just in time for you to pace in your living room when you had assured you had all you needed in your hidden pockets of your dress.

Fidgeting with your golden leaf accented arm bands you answered the doorbell trying not to worry about what the hell your Cuddle Monster would be wearing. Opening your door you couldn’t help but smirk seeing Mal with her hair pulled back underneath a flower circlet with flower pins in her hair matching the flowers on the wrist bands covering most of her forearms on pale green vines and the green fishnet flower coated stockings under her gladiator sandals. Her silver corset topped tutu-like skirted dress accented with pink, yellow and red flowers matching the shades in her fake wings strapped to her dress. “I told you mine would look-,”

Open mouthed she took in your look and replied, “You look stunning. No one else could pull off the feathered fairy like you.” Shifting on her feet she asked, “Are those real wings?”

You shook your head, “Just a cape with real feathers, more fancy dress than festival outside of the makeup.”

“Speaking of which, where did you get that lipstick? It was all gone when I went, wanted this rouge-,” the honk of the horn had you giggle and step out behind her drawing her eye to your shoes, “Again with those shoes, kill me now, I love your friends, how do I get them to buy me shoes like that?”

“I’m certain if you mention to the boys your taste they would certainly start to fill your collection.” Locking your door to join her with skirt folded in your fingers lifting it just a bit higher on your path to the car with the burly bright red bearded silvery maroon haired Dwarf at the wheel while his dark haired Hobbit wife with silver streaks in her tight pulled back curls took pictures of you both together. Like Mal she was dressed but in a longer silvery green flower embroidered dress with a cape surely embroidered with folded wings chosen over the strap on pair like Mal’s. Her father wearing brown and golden layers from his trousers, folded over boots, tunic and pirate like jacket to go with the bear mask.

Climbing in you said, “Mr Ganir, Mrs Clover, you look incredible.”

Lowly he chuckled and said, “And you are beyond words our dear girl. Beyond words.”

Clover giggled and in sharing your nerves with Mal you reached over folding your hand around hers on the seat between you hers tightened around the fingers on as her mother said, “Come on, before we miss it all you old flatterer you.” Making him chuckle and shift gears to head to the festival. Joining the lines of cars you found your way to the very same place in the heart of the city. The squared off Grand Palace Theatre in white and blue surrounded by immaculate gardens with swirling patterns of hedges around copper pathways leading to each entrance. Through which you would be party to several shows to pay tribute to various figures and creatures of old and several food and stands of trade woven through the inner gardens laid out inside the Theatre’s courtyards within the square layout.

Parked in one of the many garages around it you joined the group in exiting the car and flashed grins to the parents who nestled you and their girl between them proudly as they always had since meeting you. Mal seemed to have ample friends from her other job at the shelter but it seemed you were the one she chose to enforce her friendship upon at the station, no matter how willing countless others had been to have earned her favor over exhausted frazzled little you. Far beyond distracted to think of making friends while keeping your head above water, only to realize you did have just a hint more time to make a bigger effort for a new friend.

“And just where are we meeting the Durins in all this?” You asked.

Mal replied, “Next to the Bird display, apparently they assumed it would be the least crowded spot.”

“Oh ya, Bird display, what Dwarf could ever want to be seen near that.” Making the trio chuckle around you while you turned your head to glance at a group staring and whispering about your costume. Looking back forward again you inhaled deeply taking hold of your skirt again in eyeing the cobbled copper path to keep from stumbling in the change from concrete to that. Bodies folded around your group and again Mal’s hand folded in yours for the woven path.

At least until you spotted the first lion mask in a trio of blondes including Vili and Fili with Kili and his wolf mask. Next to various lions and fairies from the Findis clan that was available to attend. All in pirate like outfits in their clan colors. Under Vili’s arm stood Dis in a strapless black and orange flowing dress with a dramatic butterfly wing painted cape and a headdress with butterflies floating around her braided bun coating in silver glitter matching her silver glittery painted on mask.

Dwalin in a boar’s mask stood beside Bilbo with a chipmunk outfit matching Frodo’s he seemed to love and had chosen. Balin and his wife were sheep along with their little girl as a goat propped on Balin’s hip. Frerin in his badger mask stood between his parents Dis and Thrain, with grey ram masks and horn headdresses in similar blue and gold accented gown and jacketed outfits, and his brother Thorin similarly dressed but with a black battle ram mask with horns secured by the braids in his hair.

A wide grin slid across Frerin’s lips in spotting you had him tapping the chest of his brother while readying his phone. The single moment of shock when eyes shifted to your group captured in a picture only deepening your adopted brother’s expression. Fili and Kili inhaled deeply shifting on their feet grinning to Mal between stolen glances a her parents while Dis, Vili and their families readied to greet their hopefully one day in laws.

The distance was closed and in an awkward moment of silence you stepped closer at Frodo’s reach for you, “Feathers!”

In a giggle you let him inspect your cloak you brought closer to his reach and you said looking at Dis in her glance your way, “Um, Dis and Vili, Findis, these are Ganir and Clover Mereng,”

A subtle shift of Ganir’s feet had you halfway rolling your eyes in his creeping grin at your accent having you pronounce his clan name like the dance over its true hard g at the end after the forget-ably silent n. The clan name Took Mal preferred using over Mereng for being teased by others saying it like meringue in school. Playfully he rumbled, “Always makes me want to dance that accent of yours.” His eyes shifted to Dis and Vili for the trading of pleasantries after you had so rightly broken the silence. Though when he stepped forward to greet the boys he said, “And you must be the lads attempting to court our Malachite.” His eyes looked them over and he said, “Call me Bubbles.”

You giggled as Mal said in the parting of the boys’ lips, “Adad!”

At which he chuckled and said, “Just giving them a good ribbing.” He flashed her a wink, “I am allowed you know.”

Frerin subtly snapped a picture of you and while Thorin kept staring at you his brother whispered to you softly until Ganir asked, “And who might you be staring at our honorary Stonefoot so long.”

Curiously you looked his way and said, “I’m a bit too light to be called stone anything.”

Clover giggled saying, “All the same, nearly kin.”

Mal said, “Thorin bought her that necklace Adad.” Making you give her a pointed gaze earning a shrug from her in return.

Thorin shifted on his feet finally looking to the Dwarf now posing as your protector as well, “Well it seems I have three suitors to inspect.” At that your voice cracked trying to argue while Thorin’s eyes in a glance your way flinched wider a moment.

Clover patted her husband’s arm saying, “Ganir is jesting, we know well enough her kin initiate courtship with granting nicknames and vying for a blush out of the males. And here she has been silent about the young fellow.” Dwalin and Balin both bit their lips to keep from beaming dumbly at their cousin who had missed that fact.

Again Thorin was staring at you in both confusion and a glimmer of hope while Mal burst into giggles at the boys’ hushed compliments on her outfit making Ganir turn his focus back to the boys as you turned hearing, “There you are.” Glorfindel and Ecthellion both in fox masks complete with ears and clipped on tails visible under their jackets and sideways capes covering one of their shoulders.

Both leaned in giving you hugs and pecks on your cheeks with Thranduil and Legolas behind them claiming their own turn before looking over Frerin and the boys. Though in Gloin’s trot over excusing himself for being late with the Dam you imagined to be Gorgo as a mountain lion between the pair of mountain goats. Her eyes scanned over you and Mal hopefully before being unable to help but ask, “Is Bunny enjoying her day off?”

Mal forced a grin and said, “Pretty sure, she’s around, somewhere.”

Gorgo looked at you asking, “I heard we have you to thank for putting the show on air.”

“Well, five hours of dead air or hop in the seat no one else wanted, not a hard decision.”

She smirked saying, “Still, with a story like that, should have taken so long to rehearse-,”

Ecthellion broke off her moment to say, “I thought I recognized that voice, Miss Gorgo, I am Ecthellion.”

Her lips split into a wide grin and she said, “Yes, it is nice to have a face with a voice. You’ve known Miss Pear long?”

He said, “Since we were children. Even longer than Glori has known her. Though not as long as Thran has known her.”

Thorin broke the conversation saying, “We should head in.” Stealing a glance your way finding you already looking at him for the first time since Ganir had made his courting comment.

Straight to the steps you followed the crowds and when Frodo asked him a question his head turned granting others a chance to split your group. The Durins and the Merengs along with the Findis continued on while Thranduil kept his hand on your back guiding you after them ensuring you at least got into the same show they were being ushered to. In the crowds however familiar copper and cocoa skinned Elves with snow like hair tied back with various paint sprays and glitters added under their bird costumes had Thorin looking around for you.

Inside the theater for the first show their group took up a large section and more scattered through the crowds of the familiarly featured Elves all taking notice of your entrance to claim the section across the row from theirs had him on edge. Subtle taps however of your fingers to your chest easily mistaken first as a nervous fidget of your necklace when he noticed you spotting one couple especially near the far wall only to have the motion mirrored by them and every other one you locked eyes with. It was a hello, a very distant hello from cousins to one another that the men around you granted nods of their heads in the distance in their own greeting to mask just who their focus might have been on. Clearly not to you the visually anonymous one on the group of very public figures stirring whispers since their arrivals.

With a quick grin you settled down and crossed your legs eyeing Thorin as he sat down stealing another glance your way with a quick grin of his own. Silently hating that there was a spot between you. The show however began and off the lap behind you a little girl on the lap of another assumed relative with deep cocoa skin and glowing swirling clan markers across her skin that dimmed in her child’s escape had him shifting to see where she was going. Teetering around the chair you were in she planted her hands on your knee and across your cheeks swirls matching the pairs’ faintly began to shimmer in the dip of your hands you lift, turn and plop her on your lap widening her grin. Around her middle your arms settled and the girl eased back comfortably while her mother leaned forward. Her fingertips settled on the back of your chair and in the backwards tilt of your forehead it met hers in a trading of whispered Vanyar greetings before turning your attention to the show again.

From children opening with a song and dance that branched into a tale of old you nuzzled and whispered to the child in your arms that stirred more than a few glances from the Durins your way along with Mal when Fili and Kili traded whispers about it. Moving to the next show in the theater over you then had two toddlers come over with that woman now mingled in your group. Thorin had the seat beside you but couldn’t help but chuckle at the pair of boys clambering over him to get to you as their parent grinned in the aisle watching you tap foreheads and noses with the pair between pecks on their foreheads between their eyes after their tight hugs before clambering back to head to the next show.

More and more of your braver relatives milled in and out claiming their own focus for brief snippets of time with the same woman at your side until the second show when her daughter got fussy and she was off to go browse the shops then head home. Bitter sweetly each Durin looking on got to see your scattered family and the lingering fear of remaining too close for too long all coming to greet them wish you a nice festival.

Three shows came then a round of food carts you all sampled and between the groups you were told what each was and chose accordingly slyly passing off your samples to others who volunteered for the seconds to keep from insulting anyone. Two more shows came and then you were freed to the inner courtyards for browsing stalls and various mini shows. Off in their own world it seemed the future in laws were settling to learning one another keeping you to your friends, Thorin and Frerin, the brothers who refused to abandon your side once your family had seemed to all have slipped out again as soon as they could have been noticed.

As the sun was setting Thorin’s hand folded in silent warning around yours breaking your focus from the cart to draw your eyes to him that only snapped up in the shot of a firework into the air that then exploded lighting the sky in silver. Leaving the crowds filing closer to the stage you had missed being assembled along the far wall. Another show began and from the massive group of all the children in all the shows who were there to present the subject of their wish for protection Thorin grinned along with you while they held up their pictures of bunnies they hooked to floating lanterns they let free. The action making Mal shift closer to you to rub your arm in a silent but proud moment shared with your friends and Thorin all in on the truth.

From there the wishes were open for everyone while the fireworks and final musical and dance filled acts blending into a parade started up. Freed to mill about again you lingered around until Mal’s yawn had her parents calling an end to the night taking them past the wishing booth. Lowly in a bend forward Ecthellion said they would take you home freeing you to keep browsing. Tightly Mal hugged you good night while making sure to keep hold of her ribbon she had been given from one of the silent judges grading each type of fairy and animal costume present.

While Mal’s ribbon had come in her reach for the bag holding her new charms for her charm necklace the boys picked for her to be draped over her arm in the fleeing of the judge. Yours came in the reach for your cup of blue raspberry shaved ice Glori had pointed you to for a cup of kiwi for himself that had your head turning feeling something touching your ear. In a chuckle Legolas pulled the ribbon off your head as Frerin called a Khuzdul comment at the giant squirrel costumed Dwarf that had you hugging eyeing the second ribbon gifted to you that way for this costume. “I get that I’m short but my head?”

You turned at deep chuckles finding Thorin scowling at his ribbon having been hung from the adorable ridge under his Battle Ram nose on his mask enabling better breathing and eating for him. Runoff his head when he removed it he said, “I saw your bracelet I know where you work!” To the now cackling raccoon costumed Dwarf rushing back to the crowds.

Rolling his eyes he muttered while Balin chuckled out, “Hey you won again for Battle Rams.”

Thorin grumbled back, “I’m the only Battle Ram.”

Dwalin pointed, “Not true, oh wait he’s a sheep. Never mind. Still a win though.”

“You know what you gotta do?”

Lowly he rumbled back playfully, “If you bleat at me I’m walking home.”

As if on cue Balin’s daughter gave off an adorable bleat making you giggle and him chuckle with his family as Balin said, “That was a very good bleat Billi.”

Under various colored flashes of light you felt the bag from your t shirt you had chosen getting heavier from gifts from your friends to the wall of wishes on your way out. Entire sections were dedicated to various people with an entire chunck of the wall coated in runes of the names of characters from your show mirroring the names they had written to add to the fire pits and small lanterns for each child. Inhaling steadily seeing that others had written down nicknames and that Thorin had tried to subtly write out ‘Mafioso’ on the wall after having written it down in his slip now burning you smirked and wrote down on the paper then wall what the boys them repeated, “Cuddle Monster?” That sent ripples of the nickname through the Durins wondering who it was while Frerin smirked taking his own guess by your faint blush.

That had their uncle turning around and a stolen stick of your tongue at him he shook his head and turned around to wait on you while your friends all copied down their remaining parents names, each having lost one. They were all their children had left of the once vast clans and while you ached to add your mother’s name right then you were wishing more that Thorin was doing well and had a good night after having ran into his ex the day before. His family was nice and again for the walk out you eyed all the dancing costumed people all the way through the street back to the garage the Elves parked in across from the one the Dwarves had used. Waves and brief hugs later you could hear Dwalin calling out, “Get some sleep and relax this weekend.”

Giggling to yourself you turned away keeping at Thranduil’s side looping your arm around his and leaning against his arm making him ask, “Tired?”

“Not really. I had fun, you?”

He nodded and said, “It was nice to finally see Marya and Ringwe in person.”

To yourself you giggled saying, “Yes, Ringwe’s gotten so big, and the twins too. For how long our childhoods last it goes by so fast.”

Making him chuckle and pat his hand on his son’s shoulder on his right guiding him through the first turn to the lift while he uploaded his photos from the night. Trying not to be too obvious I’m pulling the note up from his phone to search for the username he spotted on young Gimli’s phone screen at their having shared pictures from the last year from their pages including a picture surprisingly they were both in. He had partially gotten distracted when his cousin Tauriel had shown up late in one of the second round of shows showing off her latest bout of carvings on her next gallery show coming up.

“Big plans tonight?” He asked lowly.

“I kind of want to dig into that bag of fan mail.”

Glorfindel chuckled, “Good, I think I spotted some addressed in crayon, no doubt some classes have been rooting for Bunny all along.”

 *

The first of a long string of messages to come in the new friendship had Gimli distracted while Gloin glanced at his wife asking, “Something wrong My Love?”

Gorgo replied unpursing her lips, “She has a bunny tattooed on her foot.”

Gloin glanced at her again, “Who?”

“Miss Pear. She has a Bunny on the top of one of her feet. I was looking at her shoes and I noticed it.”

Gloin replied, “Ah,”

Gorgo, “She has that tattoo, she works on the show, it can’t be coincidence. You said she writes-.”

Gloin, “I can see where you are going, My Love. However, you stated Bunny wished to have anonymous publishings.”

“I’m not going to out her. Just, if it is her I could get the draft so much easier.”

“I understand that, but don’t you have to wait on the ad first? That was the deal to see how it faired and then an advance settled to schedule a hand off of the draft?”

“Before I left the office we had 3 million and counting responses and 5 million clicks on the sneak preview sketch of the Countess Ecthellion gave us.”

Gloin nodded, “Ah yes, and Dwalin mentioned something about a round of stickers available soon for the station for the show.”

Gorgo, “How much?”

Gloin chuckled replying, “I doubt they wouldn’t have a supply for us seeing as it’s our clan.”

She nodded, “Right. Plus I suppose they would always have a supply for the cast to have as well. We could at least get a sneak peak.” Gorgo paused then said, “Still don’t know why Thorin stopped me from asking questions about the show.”

Gloin chuckled, “Probably because it’s a day of relaxing. And in crowds like that no telling who’s listening in for secrets when they hear the girls work on that show.”

“True.” She said then sighed leaning her head back making him chuckle and reach over to take hold of her hand he lifted to kiss then kept hold of on the arm rest between them.

 *

Tucked safely in the back seat you listened to Glori and Echo chatting in the front seat while you sat between Thranduil and Legolas, both immersed in their phones for the dragging ride back to your place. By the end of which Thranduil had finished details for the next press event he had and he grinned at you saying, “Sorry, they keep trying to involve foxes in my press shows. Post one picture of my fox footie pajamas and now it’s a thing.”

You giggled and Echo asked, “So, do we get a tour at least?”

You nodded and said, “Sure, not much to show in most rooms still.”

Thranduil said, “There is nothing wrong with that.”

Glorfindel, “And we won’t linger too long, have to get these angels back to our place for their beauty sleep.” You giggled in Thranduil’s fake laugh, “Plus we get to hear about the ad in the morning and discuss the advance for securing a read of your book.”

“It doesn’t have to be huge.”

Echtellion, “The basic would be at least 15k, the very least, that was where they started in mentioning it the other day.”

“So that’s, how does that work for when the book comes out exactly?”

Ecthellion replied, “That means for the first 15k in book sales the Publishers get that. And from there you start to earn your 48 from each book.”

Thranduil said, “Only 300 books to pay back the advance, not bad, if we get everyone in our circle and just a few from the Durins with the rest of their kin surely granting you a huge bump on their own before others could even get their hands on it.”

Glorfindel, “Hopefully Gorgo will calm down once she gets to read the book.”

Legolas glanced up, “She did seem a bit intent on learning secrets.”

“Well, she has been waiting five years. I mean, I doubt she’d spread it around,”

Glorfindel, “Still, out in the open like that. It’s a good thing Thorin stopped her.”

Thranduil, “I doubt he would wait much longer to offer courtship.” Rolling your eyes in parking in the driveway you slid out of the car behind the smirking blonde offering his hand to keep you from getting caught on your skirt and help you up to your feet again. “Welcome home, I love it already.”

You giggled and led the group up to your door stirring up curious glances from your returning neighbors who all settled for their own comfort that they were all relatives due to your Elf ears noticed by others. Inside you went and excitedly they took in each detail they could including those you had on the sketches for each room with ample adoring comments for each including for the furniture waiting to be painted showing you had been using your time off well and keeping busy. The greenhouse especially halting them in their tracks, first by your plants and hard work on the incredible fountain then by your birds all excitedly taking you the details of your costumes. Tight hugs later and back to the car they went wishing you a nice weekend leaving you to head to your bedroom.

Headdress first you removed that and then washed off your makeup. Strolling into your closet you removed your bracelets you put back with your few pieces of costume jewelry. Reaching up you removed and hung up your cape then reached down to unzip your dress you hung up as well. Switching from your corset to a comfy bra you looked down at your heels and pouted a moment then decided to pull on some comfy shorts and a tank top keeping them on a bit longer. For a moment you paused remembering where you put the bag you went to fetch it and bring it to your bed along with an empty trunk of shelves from your pantry things you opened allowing the cubes to rise up to a couple inches away from the ceiling.

Opening the bag you dumped it out onto the bed a quarter of the way and started to eye the envelopes and gave off a soft sigh, “Ok, runes first.” By the return address you separated out the ones with Dwarf Runes laying them on one shelf filling each box, two shelves down you started to fill with Hobbit Rune letters and the few Elven ones you added three shelves down from there. More and more you sorted through the rest of the bag then looked up at the final results seeing the Dwarf shelves packed with a pile on your bed still.

Pulling those back out a cubby at a time you sorted by which Dwarven Kingdom they came from and from there got to dividing the majority from Erebor into different counties. In the mix you smirked seeing common names you eased together when dividing them up alphabetically in each county. Skipping those from the other countries you moved onto the Hobbit letters and sorted those by where they were from, sorting those from Erebor even more down to alphabetically as well.

The last portion for Elven letters didn’t take long at all with those you recognized to be from friends of your father’s clan you set in a cubby on their own on the very bottom shelf. Sitting on your bed you opened the first one and the first few you skimmed through noticing it was all criticisms on your show and how irritating it was to have another tale about the Durins while great Elf clans were being ignored entirely. Clearly from before your latest shows adding more in. Those you set aside with the downright hate mail being put back into their envelopes you put into another pile all its own. All of which you sorted onto the same shelf in different cubbies.

By the time you got up to pull out one of the Dwarf countries outside of Erebor you couldn’t help but giggle at the handful of History Professors and enthusiasts critiquing your story while also praising the plot that in no way followed true history that had you barefoot and cross legged on your bed reading their thick packs of letters. All around positive but ready to stick up for the great clan’s history that you put in their own pile. A few nearly had you in tears you would save to finish for later as it delved into issues the writer was dealing with that somehow the story had helped them with. Hate mail was separated and the rest seemed mostly positive with a few collections of kids in between who had sent pictures or had mini requests or questions that you set aside to answer later.

Jumping from Dwarf territories to Hobbit ones you steadily got to the Erebor letters and started to work your way through it. More and more assumptions were made with hopes for possible future books only added to your hopes that the book would go well. The closer you got to Durin clan members the thicker the letters got with more than half with family attachments to certain events you had mentioned. In the mingled clan lines you couldn’t help but giggle finding letters from Gorgo, three to be exact, with two from Dain mentioning their wish to speak with you that you set aside for its own box. Fully sorted you sat back eyeing the now sorted mail and let out a deep breath wondering if this week would bring more or less mail.

Out of bed you climbed and added it to your study then went back to bed switching on a film to hopefully distract you from blushing so madly remembering what Mal’s father had shared about nicknames and the goal of earning a blush that had Thorin staring at you so intently. You had flirted, you had tried and it would be a lie that even with clashing cultures making him ignorant to your tries he had still turned you down seeming to wish to be nothing but a friend and bad influence on your pocket book.

 *

“An offer of courtship! Mug Dealer! All this time!” Stripping down Thorin spoke through the walls to his brother while the boys stripped to their waists and had collapsed into deep sleep leaving Frerin smirking as his brother had just found out what was so obvious.

“Come on now, you knew!”

“Obviously I turned her down! Obviously or I would have had to have missed some clear markers that we’re courting? What if we are?! If I did?!” Thorin walked wide eyed and shirtless into the doorway after having dropped his boots and socks in his closet to stare at his brother, “What if I’ve missed steps?!”

Frerin smirked at him pulling off his boots he’d just unlaced, “You haven’t, because you aren’t courting. You have however spooned and she trusts you. It was obvious she liked you, that she was flirting and you did in return. She likes you and is wearing your token openly. Clearly she’s not quite the best with courting either, at least ours, don’t-,”

“Don’t tell me not to worry. She has half a house and tons of birds to take care of and hatchlings coming soon, including possibly Roac’s one day.”

Frerin stood crossing to his brother resting his hands on his shoulders, “Breathe, step one, take Roac over tomorrow, she’s got two weeks left on leave, find the time to tell her how you feel. She’s family, even if it takes longer than her leave, it’s a big step to court again. We all know the lows you got to before she strolled in for tea, you are happy with her, she’s happy with you, be happy.” Turning his brother around he said, “Now, let me help you with your horns so you can sleep and take Roac over tomorrow without being moody from staying up and brooding all night.”

“I-,”

“Are brooding and worrying about a woman who is already head over heels about you but just as timid in snagging you against your will as you’ve been convincing yourself you are with her.” He said undoing the braided lower half and working one side at a time to help remove the horns he left on his brother’s dresser. With a nudge he guided Thorin back to his own room saying, “Bed, Rin.” Thorin huffed and Frerin said, “If I don’t hear snoring in ten minutes I will come in here and snuggle with you until you go to sleep.”

To himself Thorin rumbled, “Oh ya, now I’m scared.”

“I heard that,” Frerin called back while Thorin undid and dropped his pants in the dark room at his younger brother cutting the lights off on him. Shutting his own off he went to plop on his own bed and hug his pillow listening for snoring with a smirk spreading at remembering you and Thorin writing out each other’s nicknames on the wall of wishes, a great sign for courting pairs to do that, especially before courting has officially begun.

Snores soon came through the wall and lasted for hours until an early morning shower led to lengthy primping for the Dwarf wondering if it would be too early to head over. Finding your number in his phone he gave you a call, biting his lip he waited through the rings and  heard your waking grumble, “Morning Cuddle Monster.”

Instantly he was smirking remembering the morning waking up with you in Helms Deep. “Morning, I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No.” Again you sighed clearly shifting from under your covers to sit up, “Been up.”

Near to a hum he asked, “So not too early for me to drop by with Roac?”

“No,” you sighed out, “You and Roac are welcome whenever. I’ll be here.”

Pt 28

#Thorin x Reader OC #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Hobbit #lotr

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Next Caller Pt 6

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“BamBam, be good, you have your wheels,” Mal’s gaze turned to her lazy white fluffy cat saying, “Mao, don’t let him get stuck please. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

The tiny boar teetered around using his front legs with back legs suspended by a wheeled cart he used to travel around the pen he was being kept in with a little bed and water bowl in case he got thirsty. The cat didn’t seem to care but like the other countless strays and fostered animals she had brought home he would ensure that while she was gone at work and unable to watch him through meetings the creatures would be safe.

The meeting wouldn’t take long but on the way back from the station a wide grin split across her face seeing a sporty car parked outside the tattoo parlor. Once parked she headed inside and spotted the Findis Brothers both chatting with Bilbo around the counter. “Ah, here she is, Mal,”

Moving closer she eyed them saying, “I thought you weren’t free today.”

Kili blew a strand of curls from his face smiling widely at her, “We got the morning off.”

Fili, “Thought we could catch a film?”

Mal nodded then said, “I do have to feed BamBam first.”

The pair said together, “BamBam?”

Bilbo pointed upwards, “He has been making odd noises. I think he hates you being gone.” Making Mal sigh, “If you’re going out might as well keep him in the break room, it’s got glass walls. At least we can keep an eye on him.”

Fili smirked, “So you got Uncle Dwalin and Bilbo’s old flat, nice.”

The pair followed her up and eyeing the boxes and random scattered items set out silently sharing more about the one they were both sweet on. Though on the other side of the pen the pair smiled widely seeing the tiny boar snorting and greeting Mal happily with tail wiggling gleefully. “There you are little guy,” she said lifting him up out of his cart after fetching a bottle the baby boar hungrily fed from.

Fili, “Where did you find him?!”

Smirking to herself she replied, “I work in a shelter too, and someone found him on the side of the road. He was so little they were just going to put him down but I paid for his leg to be set so the fracture could heal. Said he was a runt, but my friend said he’s not a piglet but a mortar boar, too young to be weaned.”

Kili chuckled saying, “Can’t imagine who would leave him on his own by the road.”

Mal shrugged, “Friend said he might have been taken or just gotten loose and if his mom wanted him back it would be on the news.”

The pair laughed and Fili said, “No kidding. We could hear the screams from here if she was searching.”

Kili, “You plan on raising him here?”

Mal wet her lips, “At least to let his leg heal. Apparently Mortar Boars can grow to over five feet tall. Couldn’t fit through a door in a few months.”

Fili, “Well if you need a new home for him our uncle Dain has a Mortar Boar, had to get her tubes tied recently, been taking it hard. Tried to adopt a litter of kittens.”

Kili nodded, “She’d love him. No doubt about it!”

Mal nodded, “Ok, um, would I be able to visit?”

They both said, “Absolutely!”

Fili pulled out his phone, “I’ll send off a message to him,” snapping a picture of BamBam in her arms close up.

Kili, “He’s on some family business so he might be traveling out here soon, lives in the Iron Hills, tons of land for Truffles and him. We can bring him round and you can get a feel for him.”

Mal, “Well, the vet I took him to says he’s young and the fracture isn’t that bad, so six weeks.” A content grunt came form him in finishing off the bottle she took back to the kitchen while the guys carried the pen and everything in it down to the clear walled break room where Frodo’s crib was. The sight of the baby boar snorting gleefully at the new faces passing him by nearly brought a Dwarf getting a tattoo on his shoulder to his feet ruining the design luring Mal to let him pet the happy boar on his way to the break room.

Between her guys Mal hurried off to their waiting car listening to all they wanted to share on their next trip all the way to the starting credits of the movie they chose to see again. A deliberate move to ensure they had ample time to trade off snippets of the film to each claim fiery lip locks with their date ducked down in the front row well out of sight.

* Gorgo & Dain *

Gorgo beside Dain asked while he set out his notepad and pen after hanging up his cell phone from a call he had been waiting on. “Who was that?”

Dain, “Misty Mountain Radio station has been sold.”

“To who?!”

Dain sighed deeply, “Glorfindel, something, Elven company. Also requested rights privileges to all the characters in Bunny’s show along with the ones listed on the plot sheet in the Durin name request plus more.”

“So they’re trying to buy it from her?”

“Not sure. They just requested the paperwork but the owner of the rights hasn’t been named yet. Could be requesting it for Bunny.”

“Is this good or bad for discovering who wrote the story?”

Again he sighed after pausing at the picture Fili had sent him about the baby boar he would look at again in a minute. “Well, they’ve fully taken over a few days back, perhaps they might do a press change showing who Bunny is at least. Maybe a web page revamp with a bio on her like the other show stars. For now all we’ve got it the social account is rather not have to dig through.”

Gorgo asked in a deflated tone, “We have nothing then?”

“Not entirely true, in a few days the rights information should be public record and I can dig from there.”

Deeply she huffed, “I have half a mind to storm down there myself to find out just who she is.”

“G,”

“Five years. I’ve waited five years! I know that three chapter chunk by heart I have to know how the book ends! They’ve had five years to turn it into a radio show! What else have I missed in the story?!”

Dain nodded, “I’ll try calling the station again. Maybe I can get someone other than that sighing nincompoop who fell asleep on time last time.”

“Can’t-,” muttering to himself Dain’s brow twitched heading the woman over the line say once again, “We can’t just give out the private information of our associates.”

Dain said, “Alright, there is a woman at the station working under the name of Bunny, we have established that, the world knows there is a woman hosting four hours of air time under the name of Bunny.”

Flatly she replied, “Yes sir.”

Trying to remain calm he asked, “Then is there a way I can leave her a message?”

“Sir I’m not a secretary.”

Withholding a growl he replied, “But you answered the phone at the front desk.”

“I’m just filling in for Tina while she’s on lunch.”

Covering his brows he asked, “Could you possibly leave a note for Tina to call me back when she is off of lunch?”

“Tina doesn’t come back from lunch breaks. She heads over to our sister location across town.”

“Then perhaps a note for her to call me tomorrow?”

“I don’t think she works Tuesdays..”

“Ok, is there any way you might be able to write a note on the desk for the next person working to call me tomorrow?”

“I doubt the cleaning crew wouldn’t throw it away.” A loud thud was heard at Dain’s forehead hit the note pad on the table in front of him. “Sir?”

In a slightly defeated tone he asked, “Is there anyone you could forward me to someone that might be able to help me?”

“Um, I’m pretty sure Frank on that floor could leave a note in the booth.”

Dain’s arm jut up as he sat up again, “Thank you. Yes, that would be great. He can leave a note telling Bunny to call me when she comes in tomorrow.”

Cheerfully she said, “Alright, will do, have a lovely day.”

The click on the other end of the line had him set down his phone and run his hands over his face groaning in frustration making Gorgo ask, “They put you on hold?”

Dain lowered his hands and said, “She is leaving a message that a, Frank, could possibly leave in the booth for Bunny, that very possibly does not have my name on it and most definitely doesn’t have my number on it because she never asked me what it was!” Shooting up to his feet he muttered to himself hoping to pace back to calmness again. Gorgo’s lips pursed and she said, “You could-,”

Dain groaned, “I know! I will most likely be calling again tomorrow!!”

  * Bilbo & Dwalin *

Chuckling to himself on his break Dwalin crossed the street with tea and scone in hand, “Afternoon, my Love.” Behind his tattooing Partner he strolled leaving the food and drink in the approved spot murmuring in Bilbo’s pause sensing how close he was, “Coming in hot.” Claiming a kiss when the Hobbit turned his head, looking at his customer he eyed the pirate ship on the man’s lower leg finishing a piece covering his whole leg, “Nice one.”

A giggle however had him grinning while Bilbo said, “Time for a snack if you’d be up for it, I’m nearly done.”

“If I’m up for it,” Dwalin chuckled strolling around him heading for the break room, “Coming sunflower, no tears now.” Passing the pen holding BamBam and Mao he smirked curiously at the napping baby boar in the nest of blankets on his way to fetch a jar of pureed food and a spoon. Once at the crib he scooped Frodo up and said, “I see you have a friend here,” commenting on the napping boar while Frodo’s hands and feet folded around Dwalin’s hand holding the bottle bringing a dopey grin onto his face.

Onto the rocking chair in there he lowered speaking to the wide eyed boy as he powered through his jar until Bilbo came in saying, “Mal’s latest rescue, BamBam.”

Dwalin chuckled, “She does know-,”

Bilbo nodded, “Learned he was a mortar boar the other day, apparently one of your cousins would be able to adopt him when the cast is off.”

Dwalin, “Must mean Dain and Truffles, she’d be grateful for another pup no doubt. She just let him hobble?”

Bilbo shook his head, “No, she’s got a wheeled cart for his back legs. He’s either sleeping or eating mostly from what I’ve seen.”

Dwalin chuckled, “Give that a few weeks and he’ll have a burst of energy.”

Bilbo nodded, “Any news on Miss Pear?”

Dwalin shook his head, “No, she usually doesn’t pop in till around noon. Bit of time yet. I bet she liked the house. Plus, Thorin went back to give her back her mix tape after we left and is hiding out at home avoiding calls. No doubt he’ll pop up before she does and we can hear what happened.” Looking over Bilbo’s slightly sunken expression he asked, “That not why you asked?”

Bilbo wet is lips, “Thought she might have called about a meeting by now,” Dwalin smirked and the Hobbit shook his head, “I know it’s not been long, barely ten hours, but still,” his voice dropped, “I just want to help her.”

Dwalin, “We all do.” Leaning in to kiss him again careful not to disturb the child swallowing his last mouthful, “Give her some time. No doubt she’s sleeping or unpacking, or even trying to plan out times to head off to work now she doesn’t have an hour long train.”

Bilbo nodded, “True. True.”

Dwalin rumbled over the sound of the growing wind, “We’ll see her later today, see how she’s taken to it and go from there.” Across the roof little droplets sounded and he smirked knowing how Bilbo had commented his flowers needed the water.

Bilbo nodded his head claiming Frodo at the end of his bottle, “I got him, I know how you hate to get your hair wet.”

Dwalin chuckled passing him over claiming another kiss, “I don’t mind getting wet, it’s the drying again and detangling that irks me.” Kissing Frodo on the head he murmured to the giggling boy, “I will see you later, my sunflower.” Stroking his oversized foot earning another giggle from him before heading back. “Enjoy your tea.”

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Old habits die hard, so do alarms you forget to change, at your usual time the same alarm went off to warn you for your 3 am wake up to catch your 4 am train to get to work at 5:30 for the early window prior to your show. Grumbling lowly you turned into your back sighing as your eyes shut again. The cheep from your phone however has your hand blindly landing on it to bring up to your view to read a message from Ecthellion.

Slightly confused you followed the simple instruction and switched to your social page already teeming with messages of wonder as to what your show today was going to bring only to be filled with frowns and crying emoji’s after you posted, ‘Hey guys, bit of a shuffle in the lineup for shows. New days for my show are going to be Mon, Tue, Wed, Fri. Thanks to new management I am getting two days off in a row. Which is much appreciated by one tired Bunny. Don’t you worry, the show tomorrow will more than make up for it!’

For the initial response of adults pouting and tantrums the second wave was filled with well wishes from those who were thrilled you were getting more rest. Laying your phone down beside you another hour of sleep was mustered up with a few minutes of debate with the controls on your shower you embarrassingly had to look up on your phone’s search engine for how to work it. Feeling slightly stupid this morning for not knowing the half red handle was all you needed to turn a hasty shower was followed by a hassling combing of your wall of curls deliberately trying to knot up on you through drying with your mounted blow dryer.

Slightly frizzy you changed back into your shorts and a new long sleeved shirt over a comfy yet cute set of polka doted lingerie. Tugging up your sleeves the usual breakfast was pulled together and after making sure your birds were eating from their usual supplies of food you were off. Out your front door you smirked in locking it behind you only to pause and turn back to head inside again pulling out the umbrella in the stand by the door. Hitting the button to open it over the colored bubble coated black umbrella. Down your front path through the growing drizzle you bounced in your peppy mood between puddles for the half hour stroll to the station. Onto the covered step you hopped at the end of your trip closing the umbrella you tapped the tip to twice casting off water droplets once the securing band was snapped on in place.

“Jackrabbit! There you are.” Ecthellion’s wide grin split open upon seeing you and crouching down he accepted your toe top around the neck hug. Pecking your cheek on the way back to upright again he said, “You made it in the rain, wasn’t sure if we’d have to go and fetch you.”

“Nah. I don’t mind the puddles, waterproofed my shoes, I’m good.”

Making him chuckle looking you over while a duo of dwarves passing by stole a glimpse of their own at your figure in the top that was right across the full bust the lingerie underneath were hoisting up and gave a bit of sway underneath when you moved, ending in opposing rounded ends just barely revealing the shorts in full view in the slits on your sides. “You look comfy. Sorry we had to change your times short notice but this was the window we had and now you get two days to rest fully.” Shifting on his feet he led you to the office you tucked your legs up into the chair he offered you, knowing Glorfindel would cross past you to sit in your usual order. “Now, first to talk over the new details of your shows contract.” 40k a month was the figures he had estimated and after taxes were deducted you were left to 35k, a number fully stunning you but mentally urging your need to save up as much as you could to pay off the house when you could while still saving half of each check minimum.

Those were all signed and next you moved onto the copyright papers by the time Glorfindel returned and surely wiggled his way between you and the table to get to his seat and joined in on the conversation. “Since the last time I’ve seen you I’ve been trying to talk your story up to several publishers but they all seemed a bit timid on the idea still.”

“It’s fine. It’ll happen eventually even if I have to self publish and sell them out of the back of a truck.”

Lowly he chuckled saying, “Hopefully it won’t come to that.”

Some more matters were discussed along with the press for the show they decided it would be best to not use your picture for your safety. And simply use a sketch you made of Countess Beatrice speaking on the phone to a woman on a wingback chair with bunny ears visible over the top with her hand visible holding a receiver to a telephone. Each week the characters in on the show would be added in pie slices of the image on your page you would sketch up for the press team.

With waves to those you passed lined up to speak with the pair to guide them through their paperwork you made your way off to the back exit through the garage. Again under the protective cover you made your way to the same tea shop with a spreading grin the closer you got. Absently your free hand smoothed over the end of your lopsided braid you had worked your curls into through the contracts being read.

Two taps of your umbrella under the covered entrance announced you to the men behind the counter and by the time you had wound up the securing strap again Thorin from his spot after sneaking in through the back to avoid his relatives had torn himself from staring. Behind you sheets of rain were coming down and all he could think about in the clap of lightning accenting your silhouette against the wall of grey behind you was how the now mainly revealed figure of yours looked in the uniforms Findis hotels used.

Never too afraid to show off their female physiques from the maids to the wait staff in the dining floors built into each tight figure hugging uniforms were set out in black with green lace accents. Gloin wasn’t specific to what position you held but each was tempting, though for his own preference he couldn’t help but wonder at how perfect you would look in their maids uniform. Short mini dresses sleeved halfway to the elbow with matching hot pants underneath showing ample leg from the upper thigh down and the cleavage on full display with open chest designs lined with lace to accent the cleavage and any exposed chest hair on the Dams wearing them. You were petite, adorably so but with what seemed to be toned legs for days, an ample bust and eye snatching curves it was getting more difficult for him to do anything but ask you just what you did through that 12 hour shift of yours.

“There you are.” The rumble turned your head from the umbrella stand you left yours in to eye the apparently squared off cousins.

Thorin and Dwalin in a trading of glares until Balin let out a chuckle at your asking on the other side of the counter, “Are you two going to dance?”

Silently Thorin poked his cousin in the stomach and turned to face you patting his free hand on the counter saying rather than asking “Waitress.”

Across your lips a smirk spread and you asked in Dwalin’s head shaking turn to the back, “Are you asking if I’m a waitress or is that your way of trying to hire me again, Mug Dealer?”

“I,” Balin chuckled at the awkward shift of his feet and the flinch of his arm up in contemplation of resting it on the counter or not. “Was asking.”

“No,” his fingers folded around the bill you offered him and you smirked at his blinking inhale at a loss for words, “Let’s see your worst, Mug Dealer.” Turning to your chosen seat for the day, the same too tall one you had to hop up onto the stool. Once settled you shifted your shirt from under your backside to pull your notepad chosen for the day from your pocket to try and write out your to do list for what order you were going to unpack things starting with your closet.

“You’re too short to work the front counter.”

Looking up you blindly pulled out your phone replying, “You’re too tall to be an astronaut.” His brow twitched up through Dwalin’s snicker, “Stings doesn’t it?” You said snapping a picture of your drink.

With a smirk he tumbled back over a bump rising crash of thunder making the lights flicker above you. “I am trying to get a bigger picture of your days. You’ve worked there for over a decade, but Gloin didn’t say as what.”

“Ooh, then perhaps you better ask Gloin.” You said taking a sip of the drink you had lifted. The momentary pucker of your lips before their touching the mug had his weight shifting on his feet and his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip in another flicker of lights above you.

“Why won’t you answer my question?”

“I did. Why unravel my mystery so soon?”

“Why does it have to be a mystery what you do?”

“Mm,” you said pointing at him with a finger hovering over your lowering mug after another sip, after swallowing you said, “It’s not a mystery it’s a fantasy. And one that seems to be distracting you from the real question you haven’t answered.”

“Oh really? And just what might that be?”

Leaning over the table you smirked again at his mirroring lean for you to whisper, “What color are your socks?”

Lowly he chuckled pulling back to nip at his lower lip then faced you again, “That is the question?”

“Oh yes, that is my question, which you handsome, are avoiding. Come on, out with it.”

Smirking again he chuckled and gave his head a slight shake leaning in to rest his arms on the table between you once again, “They’re silver with green and blue ships on them.”

“Ooh,” You purred back in the lifting of your mug for another sip in another flicker of the lights. “Lovely picture, you in your socks.”

Again he blushed then glanced up at the lights dying making him turn and huff to help Dwalin uncover the back up crystal lanterns along the walls. By the time he was done you had finished off the mug and he showed up with a second one saying, “I suppose you treasure your mystery above all else.”

“You would suppose wrong.”

“Oh?” He hummed back taking in the gentle glow you were cast in and shimmering silver flecks in your eyes making your already glowing purple eyes seem all the brighter and enchanting in this light. “Why’s that?”

“I have a home now, and my second job got bought and I just got a huge raise and two full days off matching at both jobs. List is being reshuffled.” In the lifting of your mug his grin deepened and you added, “But my mystery is still in there. Who knows where it’ll end up.”

Making him chuckle again before his turn to join Dwalin, who had cleared his throat alerting him to another of his specials being ordered. For a moment he paused saying, “Glad to hear you’ve gained a raise as well in your second job, you deserve it. Same as your new home.”

“I would thank you but I haven’t forgotten your preference and permission to take advantage of you,” Dwalin clapped his hands over his mouth ducking behind the counter to hide his violent shaking to control his laughter that Balin had left the room in its breaking free to hide in his seed room, “over expressing my gratitude verbally.”

Sharply inhaling his hands flexed and he turned letting out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a grumble on his way back to the counter. A silent glance at the phone of the woman there and his best red self got to mixing up the drink feeling Dwalin still shaking even with his back turned. His cousin wiping his cheeks and sniffling on his path to Thorin’s side mid wide eyed stare at the grinding station for the mixture of herbs and flavoring to add to the boiling water. Lowly in Khuzdul he fumbled beside his reddened ear, “Oh no, you’re right, couldn’t possibly be interested in you. I do wonder what exactly you had to talk about last night over supper.” Patting Thorin on the back on his own turning path to your table.

Glancing up when he approached you flashed him a grin asking, “Have you come to dig into my profession as well?”

Dwalin chuckled lowly shaking his head, “No, not at all Miss Pear. In fact I had come to ask actually on behalf of Bilbo if you had put some thought into what design you might prefer for that tattoo?”

“That would depend on his style.” Lowering your mug again you said, “I have a sort of realistic colorful tattoo idea. Just wasn’t sure if he could be able to do it or if I’d have to find someone else.”

Dwalin showed you his hand and smirked at your finger tapping one of the ladybugs inked into his skin from his finger to his wrist, “He does realistic tattoos. And it’s in the Hobbit style so it takes just a day to heal. So probably best to do it next weekend. But his shop’s open, right across the street.” He pointed and you nodded, “He asked about you earlier. He’ll be in all day.”

You nodded again and said, “I should pop by then before I head back home and this storm gets worse.”

You finished off the mug and he said, “And if you need a ride home don’t hesitate to ask. He has nothing else to do his afternoon is free.”

You hopped down and said, “Will do.”

Lowly he chuckled and said, “Oh, on the back of the card Thorin gave you the other day is his cell phone number,” your brow inched up, “Just in case you think up any other comments to make him blush through the shift.”

Through a giggle you hopped down pocketing your phone and notepad heading for the door catching a glimpse of Thorin pretending to be busy to avoid Balin’s knowing glances his way. Umbrella in hand you stood in the doorway opening it to step out tightly gripping the handle to keep from dropping it under the heavy weight of the growing rain.

Pt 7

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#Thorin x Reader OC #Dwalin x Bilbo #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Hobbit #lotr

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Next Caller Pt 33

A deal was had and on your way back Thorin slipped into the room next to yours to use their shower and thankfully with the heavy duty hair dryer mounted up combing out your curls. Back into your jeans and a fresh shirt and underwear you hopped into your socks, at the door opening you looked up at Thorin in his fresh set of clothes with hair and beard primped perfectly. “Did I do anything weird? He didn’t make me bark or anything?”

Smirking at you he replied, “No, your hand started typing though.”

“Bet that was interesting.” You said as he walked around you to add his suit to join yours in the bath hanging from the washrag bar to dry.

“I am glad you feel better. Frerin picked a film, did you want to join them?”

“Sure.”

An actual theater was what you had walked into and with the blanket you grabbed on the way in seats were taken. Dinner again found you with the elders and desserts on the balcony came with a box of pictures brought to you luring a few glances to your friends nearby. Though the pictures actually had you more in awe of what lands they had to offer instead of their actual goal of finding where you would want to get married. All the same your interest only hinted to them and others, including Thorin, that you might actually be getting wedding planning fever.

Again though you found yourself in the same bed sitting up with your arms on the blanket pooled in your lap, on the bed next to you he asked, “Can’t sleep?”

“Last time I slept I ended up forcing you to move in with me.”

“Don’t make me come over there.”

“I highly doubt your family would take well to that.”

“It’s only going to get colder.”

“Hard not to believe that wasn’t done on purpose.”

“You and me both, come on.”

“Fine, but if we end up having to be married at dawn it’s on your head.” Out of bed you slid bringing your comforter with you that you flicked out over his bed then eased into the space he made for you by lifting up the covers. In your stretching turn over you shut off the lights and settled down facing your own bed, over you he lowered his arm that crept down around your side. “Are they really expecting me to pick a location for a reception?”

“Don’t worry about that, Frerin is making sure they get misplaced.”

“The guys won’t miss you moving out?”

“They won’t be far, Frerin picked a house between yours and Dwalin. Paid it off and there’s only three months left on the lease giving them time to plan.”

“Didn’t you just paint? Why would he move so soon after?”

“He caught the house bug, and the landlord likes the paint, should help to sell quicker.”

“Insane,”

“Little bit.”

“Have you told Roac yet?”

“No, couldn’t spot him earlier, no doubt singing Dot’s praises to his family. He’ll be thrilled, don’t-,”

“Worry?” you asked then yawned making him smirk in your settling into the bed right after, almost instantly falling asleep tugging him right along with you encouraging his slumbering curl around your body.

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Vili again was sent to fetch you, though this time with you as pillow to the Dwarf nuzzling his head into your back with arms tucked around you tightly. Out of your warm cocoon you eased nearly falling out of the small bed laughing at Thorin’s fall when he tried to roll back allowing you space. Out of the mess of covers he popped and grabbed his shirt laying on top of his suitcase and the pair of you joined the golden haired chuckling Dwarf leading the way to food. A close eyed try to rub your eyes had him smirking to himself at your bump into his back on a stop to allow another Dwarf couple out of their hall first.

Food was gathered and again with full plates Thorin added tea to the mix and sat down starting with, “I think we should discuss rent and the finer details before I were to move in.” The bold topic brought up in front of his clan a clear declaration that you had accepted the compromise of cohabitation from your beard tugging night. A chance for him in front of his clan to prove his intentions openly and for them to weigh how easy a task you were going to make this on him. Excitedly Mal and the boys especially chewed on their bacon and toast eager to see how this would go.

“Ok.” You replied and in slicing another bite of your breakfast wondering why he was bringing this up now unaware of Balin’s phone out so he could take notes.

“I would like to pay half.”

“Half? I mean, we’d be splitting in a sense but isn’t that a bit steep compared to your place now splitting four ways?”

Fili and Kili said, “We don’t pay rent,” you looked at them and Fili said, “It’s a conditional term contract for our stay with Uncles. Based on schooling and work. We sort of pay into a fund from our wages at work each month and complete various clan requirements before we’ve earned the right to pay rent fully.”

Blinking through that confusing jumble you looked to Thorin who said, “I assure you with our utilities and such it would be roughly the same amount each month.”

“Wouldn’t that be a huge chunk of your wages? I mean how much, do you even get a check from the shop?” He smirked as you added, “I don’t mean to be rude it’s just a bit puzzling to me how that works.”

“We don’t get paychecks per se, but annually we do make roughly 180k, though this year looks as we might be making closer to 220.”

“And that’s split three ways?” He nodded and you said, “But you can’t pay rent with that, can you?”

Weakly he chuckled, “That is our profits, post payroll and expenses. I have more than enough funds to cover rent. Plus enough to aid in furnishing the house.”

You shook your head, “Wouldn’t that be embezzling?” Mal took a large mouthful to keep from making any sounds while Dis smirked at your verbal jab.

Thorin’s brows inched up and Dwalin chuckled out, “Embezzling,”

You sigh, “That’s not, what I mean is that’s company money you can’t go paying rent or buying furniture with that.”

Half amused with how you were challenging him on this, in the most possibly romantic way for Dwarves, through contract terms, “How is that?”

“Ok, let’s say you go to work one day and the roof has collapsed.” His brow inched up seeing how in depth you were going on this, focusing on home safety and that of his company as well, “As co owner you are up for a third of the costs. Now if you go buying things with that money then what happens to those two, they have babies. No offense but babies can eat money like a black hole.” The pair chuckled again as Dis’ grin settled as you continued your argument. “Plus while you rebuild you still have to cover the rent, the partial wages and medical for your employees-,”

Thorin, “Oh, we don’t have medical yet.”

Dwalin, “We have a family friend we send them to though for good deals.”

Balin, “We are working on that.”

Thorin said, “I have other forms of income, investments that pay monthly dividends,”

“Like the off the stock market? Isn’t that a bit changeable?”

“Actually it’s a rugby team but I have mentioned my trust before and we also have a sort of deal with a taxi service that feeds past our shop that can be used as a pick up location that we get funds from, which could also be lumped into the work funds. But I assure you that all my investments are not risk based and if you would prefer I use my trust to pay the rent I wouldn’t object for your comfort in the deal.”

Diaa asked, “You’ve discussed your trust before?”

In a glance at her you said, “When I got the trust from my father’s inheritance. To give me ideas on what to do with it.”

Again he said in an assuring tone, “We are in agreement then? I pay half the rent with work funds not to be touched for recreational use.”

“It’s your money-,”

“I understand fully, I merely mean in terms of purchases and costs for the house?”

“Alright, half, no work funds.”

“Good, and since you barely create any waste I think it best until I adjust accordingly I pay the trash fees since you’ve been there and have barely filled a bag of trash.”

“I suppose that seems fair.”

He nodded, “Alright, now as far as the furnishings go I would like to buy the mattresses for your guest rooms,” your lips parted and he continued, “You know my family and there is no doubt they will pop up so I have a charge account with a top notch mattress company. At least consider for the beds you already have frames for, let me order those and pay them off and at a later date as the other frames are constructed we could discuss my adding those as well.”

“I-,”

“And I would also add the terms that if things were to go south and I was to move out anything that I have purchased for the home in a communal area would remain in the home. I wouldn’t be repossessing anything based on who purchased them, furthermore that would also go for any investments or business ventures before this deal is struck, with only any joint investments in the future to be discussed for possible division.”

Shifting your gaze for the moment to partially awed Mal wondering if this was more of a pre-nup than a roommates agreement you drew in a deep breath and met his eye again, “I’ll give you the mattresses but you are not just going to go through my list of what I’ve found or would want for the house and buy it all.”

With a nod he smirked and replied, “Agreed.” Beside him Balin noted the term and then he said, “Now for myself I am not adept at hand washing things so I would also put purchasing a washer and dryer up for discussion as well.”

You shrugged and said, “Sure. I’m not gonna force you to use my barrel system.”

“Good,” as you took another cautious bite of your meal he stated. “The dishes in the apartment can stay with Frerin and the boys though I do want to know what sort of appliances I would be able to bring?”

“Just no blenders,” Mal said drawing his eye seeing you were still chewing.

Dis said, “Yes, Jaqi did state her birds enjoy blending through her harvested fruit. Does not allow blenders.”

Thorin said looking at you, “Surely if I got one of those single cup ones that would be acceptable. I could easily hide it when I was through with it.”

“We could try it. I could always put a lock on the chilled pantry where I keep the fruit.”

“I’ll make sure to keep it locked up and if they do manage to find it I’ll clean up the mess and buy you as much fruit as you like until you can have more to eat from home.”

You nodded again, “Sounds fair.”

“Speaking of the greenhouse, I have a supply of herbs,”

“You’re asking if you could plant them?”

“Yes,” he said finally taking a second bite of his food after several minutes.

“I have that bare planter you can have if it’ll suit them. Not like I could bar you from planting your own buds and keep the whole thing to myself. Honestly, just un-Hobbit like.”

“I didn’t think you would refuse, still I would have to ask,” he replied with a smirk.

“I suppose next you would be assuming I would make you park outside as well?” His smirk deepened and you narrowed your gaze at him, “Hmm.”

Gloin stated, “If you need aid in adding his face to your hedger’s databank I would be glad to help.”

In a lean of your head you caught the excited gaze of one of the lead BomBairns, “Thorin mentioned painting his room.” Thorin smirked when he caught your eye again and you said, “You’ll have to pick how you want your bath decorated too. Haven’t gotten to it yet.”

After swallowing he nodded, “I will.” And he asked, “Was that a yes on the garage?”

Weakly you giggled and shifted your head to get your bangs out of your face, “Yes you can park your car in the garage, I have a spare clicker and I’ll even give you a set of keys to the house too if you need to make note of that.” He was starting to blush in the spreading grins of his family on how easily this was all settled and how sharply you had dug in that jointly the goal was to ensure business and home were to protected and thrive for the pair of you. Signs of a good future and partnership to come severely hinting that you did have intentions of seeking a future settled courtship in the near future.

Alone without a clan to aid in bartering and you had so surely defended yourself and reminded him that the future was not to be sacrificed just to pacify seeking to share your dwelling. Mal especially wondered how you had managed it, knowing fully she was baffled as to how she would barter for a future dwelling with the duo in the years to come once they all had sturdier roots to broach the discussion with their clans. Fully cleaned up you were on your way up to the room again to change while Thorin remained behind with his family and Mal eagerly trotted up to your side when her dishes were added to the cart.

“You have to tell me how you did that.”

Looking up at her you asked, “Did what? Eat breakfast? Was it just me or did that sound more like a prenup than a roommate agreement.”

Mal said, “That’s what a roommate agreement is.” You stopped and looked up at her, “Especially with courting or possibly courting pairs. Even Bilbo and Dwalin had theirs, took a couple days for them to hammer out what you managed over breakfast.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” you mumbled in Vanyar.

“You were amazing. So calm, so sure and the way you ensured his future income would not cross over into the clan business. Flawless.”

“It’s just common sense I can’t just take money from his business, and I didn’t mean to step on toes with my wording or to ask about his salary in front of everyone-,”

She patted your arm shaking her head, “No, no, that was the brilliant part. Clearly he knows about your finances and assured anything before the move that’s why he added the clause that before then everything is separate and nonnegotiable for splitting if the relationship dissolves. Clearly you have him eating out of your palm.”

“Really? Then why isn’t he here?” For a moment you paused then you asked, “He’s drafting the contract isn’t he?”

She nodded in a grin, “Yup.”

“Great.” You said shaking your head. Again she was off and changed into shorts and a t shirt you curiously wandered through the Palace searching for a quiet place.

Tucked in the back of a turn between wings you found an old music room with a lounge around it just off of the massive library. Shut off from the dozens milling by in search of the activity they wanted before you were snatched off to plan the wedding of the century you ironically were off planning a proposal.

From your satchel, now holding the sticker sheets you would pass out later, you pulled a notebook and sat sideways in a deep armchair crossing your legs. Using the arm as a desk to delve into the fabled proposal speech from Durin that would ultimately be turned down only building his adoration for his One’s doubts of being accepted soon causing all his people to rally and join in on the courting welcoming her fully. It was the ultimate proposal, one every Dam hoped for and here you were, a non Dam trying to match this. Though in a usual habit a song however would take the place after an overheard comment by the relentless King. Though in your twist on the tale Durin would fall to a dark sage’s influence and rallying his forces it would be Bunny to rescue him in a bloody unforgettable siege to free him. Of course ending with bloody and battered Durin teasing her, “You saved me.”

To which she responds, “You had my favorite pen. I was saving my Twiggimins.”

Sing song he teased back, “You saved me.”

“Entirely by chance.” The tale always luring out laughs from the soldiers listening.

Soft hums followed by your try to remember the notes you had imagined in that freighter you stole escaping from Ruun.

Verse by verse you wrote out the lyrics you couldn’t forget only to try and blend out the notes again. An eventual shift to the piano was how you were caught, and how an eager elder from the Firebeard clan, Dain’s great uncle, who had heard that you were here flew out specifically to see you again after having been on that island and freighter. A usually sullen Dwarf who all but lit up hearing the familiar tale and voices once again.

Following the out of place Firebeard Thorin and his siblings and closest cousins joined in on his search only to linger in the doorway seeing your shimmering self humming around the pen between your teeth with fingers working out a melody. Lowly the grinning Dwarf whispered in Khuzdul, “That’s Durin’s song of rejection.” Parting their lips only for a sneeze heard through the open doors behind the group to turn your head. In looking at the fiery haired Dwarf up front Dain readied an introduction only to see a bright smile from you, “Djinny Djannt!” Swinging your legs over the bench you giggled crossing the room to the Dwarf who met you halfway and scooped you into a tight hug. When you were on the ground again you giggled out, “Wow, last I saw you, you were my size. Who did you eat and are they still hunting you for it?”

Loudly he chuckled and guided you to the lounge where you sat in the sea of intrigued Durins. “I knew it was you. Had to be. I’d know that story and those voices anywhere.”

You giggled again and reaching for your bag you brought out a sheet you passed to him then passed out the rest. “They gave me 20 at the station.”

He chuckled and passed the sheet saying, “I already ordered a bundle, best keep it for them. Our whole troupe still listens diligently.”

Gorgo said, “Venture Productions is actually in the process of getting the first novel of the series published.”

He laughed again, “Well I cannot wait for it. And I will let you get back to tormenting Durin,” Making you giggle again and nod. Though he paused to chuckle again looking you over, “Must have been fate, a stranger on that island telling me tales of home. I told you I’d introduce you to a Durin one day, and now I find you in their clan hearth.” His hand patted his chest in a kind unspoken gesture meaning you were always in his heart and prayers.

Out he slipped with Dis guiding the others with her leaving Thorin and Gorgo, the latter who asked, “I wondered if I might be able to come by on Monday?”

You nodded and said, “Might be a bit crowded with the moving crew.” You looked to Thorin, “Did you want to borrow some of my empty chests?”

He nodded, “That might help, yes, Gran says our plane leaves at eleven.”

“Wow,”

He wet his lips then said, “Well, the storm that came through when we left won’t be clear for our landing till then. That way I suppose you could get a nap in before the flight.”

Gorgo asked haltingly, “Does it bother you to talk about Ruun?”

“Not really. Though it seems to bother others.”

She shrugged, “It’s just hard to imagine you there.”

Pointing to the door you said, “It wasn’t hell, it was an island. A dump in the middle of an ocean full of millions of stories. Every copy of banned and confiscated Dwarf books to fill a library.”

“Really? Like the ones in the Hogden Museum?”

“The very same.” Her head tilted slightly, “When we readied to take the ship we sailed home on me and him loaded up every discarded Troll trunk we could find. I still have a few. We dropped them off on their doorstep with a note,”

She finished your sentence, “Be kind.”

“Half sun damaged but between all the copies I’m certain they got a full copy of each. It’s only a prison if you do nothing.” In a glance at the door you asked, “Am I missing an event?”

Thorin shook his head, “No, he was curious to see you. We could swim if you like, the teens are out riding our goats.”

You nodded, “Always easier to remember on my own piano, its humming sort of fills it in somehow.”

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Behind the closed door to your room you looked at Thorin once at your suitcase and as your fingertips tapped across it silently he turned to face you. “The wine sort of blurred things in Rohan, you asked me about Ruun, but, I’m not too certain on how far into it I got.”

In a hopefully soothing tone he replied, “You told me that was where you met the Countess. Pretty much where you became Bunny. I haven’t told anyone, I have teased to Dwalin in who you might have been voicing, but I would never betray your trust. The wine might have eased it out and I thought you might not have remembered so I was waiting for you to share that with me on your own.”

You nodded, “Good, sharing a house would make it hard to hide the songs and recordings and the weekend late night typing.”

“You told Gorgo?”

In a sigh you opened your suitcase, “It didn’t feel right, I mean I know her husband and family we’d run into each other and she’s been waiting so long for the book and, I didn’t want it to come out and for her to feel like I had lied to her all that time.”

“I get that,” he said on the way to his own suitcase. “Did you bring another wrap?”

You looked up at him, “No,”

“Ah,” he said turning from his bag to enter the bathroom and back out again, “Seems our suits and your wrap are being washed.” Opening his bag he said, “I know I have another in here.” Shifting his clothes he searched for the second suit only to smirk saying, “Found it.”

You giggled seeing him all but waving the tiny shorts over his head giddy that he found them, “You can change first then.”

For the few minutes it took for him to change you added your satchel to your suitcase and stared at your black and neon top and navy bottom set, when the door opened you just lifted the black pair and closed the bag. Stripped again you eyed the suit only for Thorn to smirk hearing you sigh, “So many straps.” The bottoms eased on simply and hugged you perfectly, though showing off a bit of your cheek no matter how you adjusted it if you wanted your butt crack to be covered. Over your head once you removed your bra you wiggled yourself into the single piece top, inching it around yourself your lips pursed in focus until the cups sat just right hoisting your cleavage with the crossing strips over your ribs. Turning around in the mirror you subtly shook your head feeling like you were fully on display without your wrap, a single stroke of your finger over the odd shaped birthmark in the center of your back.

Out you went holding your things and without looking up you could feel the wide eyed gaze scanning over you. Adding your things to your bag you said turning to face him, “It didn’t look so, hoisty, on the dummy.”

Shaking his head he fired back, “Not hoisty at all.” In the clearing of his throat he stepped back unconsciously flexing his upper body in allowing you to pass him once he reached the door he opened for you. Instantly however from his sweep over your curves his eyes honed in on the white battle ram silhouette right in the center of your back. The mark was small but distinct and all the way down he began to ramble on about what sort of washer and dryer you would want to distract himself.

“Washers, what are you looking for?”

Peering up at him you asked, “Me?” You shrugged, “Not a clue.”

“Which features did you want it to have?”

“I don’t know, big?”

“Big?”

“But not too big you can’t reach it. Like those double stacked ones, they kind of bother me. I keep thinking they would tip.”

“Ok, no doubles, what else?”

“I use a barrel, it’s mainly yours though, just pick.”

“This is serious, come on.”

“I am taking it seriously,” you said passing another group of pausing teens at the top of the stairs.

“But they’re communal, we have to pick together.”

“When would I use them? I have my barrel.”

“What about your sheets and pillows. Comforters take a long time to air dry. Especially for your guest sheets!”

Reaching over you patted his arm instantly catching his melting gaze at you almost making you blush in confusion then say, “Just, I don’t know, if it runs well and I guess doesn’t waste water?”

“Color?”

“They come in colors?”

“I’ll look through some variations and by lunch we can decide so I can have them over nighted.”

“Ok,” past the same lounge you walked and he saw Tili looking you over in her own similar two piece with crossing straps in deep gold. A subtle nod of Thorin’s head had her flashing a grin and coming over, and her joining you both had you grinning, “Hey.”

She grinned back, “Hey,”

Avoiding a planter your gaze dropped and Thorin leaned in to whisper to her, “Look at her back.”

In her eyes catching his they darted to you and in front of you she walked saying, “I love your suit,” reaching out to touch your arm in a circle around you only to see what had caught Thorin’s attention. In a ‘tell me I’m crazy’ gaze from him she subtly nodded back confirming you had his mark on your back and since he had looked up the meaning of your last name his inspection into pear blossoms hit home to him as it matched the bunch of white blossoms on the side of his hip.

Back to your side she walked only to join you in your walk to one of the long stretches of the pool that you walked into then got to doing some laps in the empty pool wondering where Thorin had gotten to. Though by the second lap you sank lower under the water when she had climbed out, once you reached the lazy river part you surfaced up next to a slow moving floatie with a familiar red braid dipping into the water. Resting your hands on the side of the floatie you kept inching closer creepily inching your cheek closer to hers wondering how close you could get before she noticed you.

The bright blue bikini showing off all she had to offer had the boys who had come to find her again falling into the pool. The splash of water across her had her eyes open and finally sensing someone was close to her had her turning her head with a shriek. Dipping underwater you swam underneath her to her other side instantly luring her wide eyed gaze to you only to scoff at you spraying a stream of water between your lips at her. “You’ve been around those owls too long.”

“Oh you love it.” Around you the boys surfaced and you grinned saying, “back to my laps, I’ll leave you to your beaus.” Winking at her and dipping under the water to swim away. Another lap however ended at the hand dipping down in your path. Upon surfacing you saw Thorin, and you swan to the wall asking, “Where’d you run off to?”

Shifting to his side he brought a laptop over showing you what he had been looking at, “What about teal? Dwalin mentioned your teal sewing cabinet in the living room.”

“Sure, ya, if it runs the best and you like it they look good.” Poking his bent knee his brows inched up, “Oh, and I can move the cabinet, since it’s a communal space, I only broke it out for the curtains.”

“You don’t have to. There should be plenty of space.”

Looking to the screen you said, “The teal looks nice.”

He nodded, after wetting his lips he asked, “So I have a question, in my closet I have this table, from my Gramp, on the Hobbit side that he made for me years before he passed, and I wanted to ask, you have the parlor open-,”

Right away you nodded, “Ya, I mean I have no clue about what to do with the room, so ya, since you say the family will be over, it could be like a card room, or, something-,”

The suggestion alone that it could be his touch to a room now centered around entertaining his family in your soon to be joint home split a grin across his face, “We do have game nights occasionally, and it would be a perfect room for entertaining.”

“I think in that sense then you should probably decorate it to how that would work. I mean, I’ve been over every other room it seems, it would be only fair to let you have a common area that you can have your touch on. Not that I wouldn’t be open to collaboration in the living room or dining room,”

“No I don’t think that, you have great taste, and yes we can work the spaces out together if you would like. A game room sounds great to start with.” He looked you over again and said, “I’ll order these and come join you.” In his rise to his feet you watched his path back to the table where he shared with Balin, whose laptop he was using, he spilled all the news of the game room spreading smiles on the faces of the toddler watching Dwarves there. A splash on your right however had you giggling and finding Frerin smirking after having taken his own decided way to confirm the mark on your back. His distracting swimming path zigzagging across the pool soon had Thorin joining you saying, “Rin, we are switching the parlor to a game room with Gramps’ table.”

Frerin smirked saying, “Nice.”

“What’s this I heard about you buying a house out of nowhere?”

Frerin chuckled, “Couldn’t help it, though of course I would have to ask your help in decorating the place, Sis.”

“Clearly you like different styles than me.”

“Doesn’t mean you aren’t still spectacular in designing a home. I’ve been gathering ideas and in a few days I’ll bring it over for your expert opinion.”

Lunch however was called for and pushing yourself up out of the water you walked with the pair hearing, “What’s on your back?” Sharply however Frerin had his arms around his nephews’ shoulders he promptly led away leaving you to glance at Mal who shrugged in return and walked closer tilting her own head at your mark.

“You have a ram on your back.” She stated matter of factly making you peer over your shoulder.

“Is that what it is? I keep getting different answers and I can’t ever get a clear look at it.”

Thorin asked, “What did you think it was?”

You glanced at him, “Last I heard from a doctor was it looked like, you know that illusion image with the candlestick with two faces?” he nodded, “That. Before that I got a lot of naked trees.” Lunch filled with questions of what touches you might like to add to the parlor for your own place in game night bled into a curious interest in the bonfire in the distance.

Downing your drink you went up to shower and change, and came back out again, barefoot with Thorin leading you into a full blown dance the returned teens had put on. Smirking fully at the Hobbits leading this next dance you caught Mal watching the same circle being drawn and at her pout that the boys didn’t know this dance you stepped in luring out her giggles.

An outstretched hand was met by hers and backwards you stepped and like the other leads in the dance back flipped into the circle landing to offer a hand for the partners guiding them into the weaving hopping dance. Twists, switching between giggle filled arm tunnels for others to pass through and even over in a few dramatic crouches the pairs would then break off again in a dizzying mess of bodies to the high paced tune. A whip of looped arms had her spinning again while you on your toes turned around her readying for your own finishing turn. A one legged pirouette had the partners resting on the raised legs of the leads in a rapid turn with arms still arched together with shrieks and excited giggles flooding the group. Down again they hopped to spin their leads before being dipped themselves for the giggling end to the song.

It had been so long since you had danced with anyone but pushing past the occasional deliriously tired times you joined Mal in her impatient dance moods in the break room at work, this was nice and leaning together in a giggling mess you ended the dance. Then somehow in a set of nudges you were now being lined up by Thorin for the next. With Fili up to try the next Hobbit sized dance with Mal. Keeping his hands on you wasn’t hard and wine wasn’t needed for you to be a flirtatious giggling mess for the oddly bashful and yet attentive partner who couldn’t take his eyes off you or stop smiling to save his life.

Dinner though came to spoil the fun. And again at the table you were promised another set of pictures to be copied and sent to you on a usb stick. Grating you ample time and clues as to how their Blue Mountain home was perfect for this supposed wedding you wondered just how much time ‘plenty’ allowed you before having to actually plan it and inform some key members of your party especially.

Separately you returned upstairs for your designated nap time and alone in your bed is where he found you, smirking to himself he fixed your cover higher over your shoulder and went to lay in his own bed behind you since he had no invitation to join you in yours. But sleep was short lived and post gentle nudge awake you were packing up to get ready for the eleven flight home again.

Pt 34

#Thorin x Reader OC #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #the hobbit #lotr

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Next Caller Pt 9

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A pause to knock at the door of your grump was used to steady yourself and call out, “House keeping.”

Shushing and low chuckles came from the room you timidly entered as Roac flew into your sights, “Come in. Come in.”

Smirking at the bird you put the tether on the door to keep it open easing the task of heading back to your cart you pulled towels from you carried inside. Into the sitting room you strolled spotting Thorin and Frerin there, the latter who stole a chance to see just why Thorin had stolen the chance to see you at work for himself and rumbled, “I do apologize for doubling your work, but the boys asked for the place to themselves tonight.”

You shook your head and Thorin said, “But, I don’t need towels tonight, he does though.” Halfway giving his brother a disapproving glare and you rolled your eyes to go check Frerin’s room.

“Honestly, you act as if I wasn’t privy to worse guests than you.”

Frerin, “Who was the worst?” He asked standing to follow you standing in the doorway while you gathered his towel and went through the basic check list taking his towel to your cart before checking Thorin’s bath.

“No need to get to protective. Your relatives have a good system in charge. If things are rowdy I mark the room to be cleaned later, we’re not to enter if there’s more than two in a room, not counting babies, of course.”

Thorin leaned in the doorway while you checked the dining area and turned to face the pair, “Of course.”

Frerin smirked saying, “I can’t help but ask if it’s too early for turndown service,” Making you smirk as he rumbled out, “More for that pant vanishing cocktail of yours.”

In a giggle you said, “Two cocktails coming up.” You said heading for two pouches to start in Frerin’s bedroom with the pair watching your effortless detailed touches to the rooms they had seen differing styles to the floors lower they usually stayed in unique to your style.

Frerin, “You wouldn’t happen to be in need of painters, would you?”

Straightening up after finishing the flower for his bed you set down, “Gloin gave me a card for painters, another relative I think, Bomb something.”

Thorin chuckled, “BomBairns, they painted our place.”

“Well I just ordered some furniture magazines, when they arrive I’ll be skimming for ideas to decorate. I know I do want a purple bedroom,” That made the brothers smirk in following you to Thorin’s room, “Maybe add some silver stripes. I know my friend has this comforter in their spare bedroom with silver and purple alternating flowers. So pretty. Itchy as hell, but pretty.” Making the pair chuckle to themselves.

Thorin, “Any other thoughts?”

“Maybe yellow, or a pale orange for the kitchen, I like deep tones, maybe some light grey thrown in too. Can’t feel comfy in a white home.”

Once completed the second bed sat ready to be crawled into and the pair moved to the bar watching as you fashioned a pair of cocktails you set out with Frerin subtly mentioning you should have a dinner some time before accepting the challenge to see if he indeed would lose his pants or not.

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A text at three in the morning sat unanswered while you remained sleeping in your bed. Uncaring of what you might be missing out on lost in a dream of a visit to your family in Lindon you cuddled more with your pillow sighing contently at your comfortable spot. Though without your radio shift you only were allowed so much sleep as the arrival of the mail truck. Curiously in the window above the door Belly sat bouncing in excitement watching the same truck and neighbors passing by in their usual habits until the truck had stopped at your mailbox sending the bird off through the house to you.

Onto your shoulder his feet clenched and flapping his wings be bounced you on the bed opening your eyes, “Our box! The feather man left something in our box!”

“Feather?” Shifting onto your side you said, “Ah, mailman. Right.”

A flop down again was ended in his next flap making you bounce again, “Check it! Check it!”

“Ok. Ok. I’m up…” Onto your knees you shifted and eased a foot off the bed you had scooted to the end of starting the trudging walk ensuring your shorts had drooped enough to be visible below your baggy t shirt. A momentary fumble with the lock had you through your open front door and crossing the chilly front walk still wet with dew on the balls of your feet hurrying to the mailbox. Hastily your front gate was opened and left open to ease the trip back, though once your box was opened your head turned to spot the duo of joggers paused in place.

With a wave you said, “Hello.”

The duo blankly replied staring at Belly, “Hello.”

Belly squawked out, “We have mail.” The pair smirked at the continuation, “We never get mail.”

You collected the magazines in the crook of your arm along with the few usual advertisements and credit card offers you usually shredded right away now sent here at the proof your change of address form had kicked in. A stolen picture of Belly came in your closing the mailbox and saying, “Have a nice day.” Confused at what else to say in the silence.

“Have a nice day.” They both replied back with matching waves stunned at the proof of the rare breed of raven rumored to have been spotted now being forwarded through the Dwobbit development sure to warm everyone up to welcoming their new neighbor past the endearing story they had heard of your having a secret admirer leaving gifts on your doorstep.

Back behind your closed door after wiping your feet on the mat you locked the door behind you and walked to the kitchen where you set down the magazines and grumbled heading to your room to get your phone. Across the screen you read, ‘Off today?’

With a smirk you replied, ‘Just this morning. I will be in for my usual cup later. About to try my whale out. Any suggestions?’

Following his message you took two scoops of what he called a good brew to start with and filled the whale you settled into your favorite mug you poured the boiling water over and let it steep. Curiously you flipped through one of your magazines you found a marker to draw a star next to a chair you liked until his message to take the whale out you emptied and rinsed. A sip of the tea had you smacking your lips and hunting for a bit of honey at his suggestion when it was a bit bitter for your taste. Noting the last of your jar you made a mental reminder to head to the town market to pick some more up. It did smooth it for you and once rinsed you let your mug dry to head to your room and change for the day. Jeans and a tank top was what you chose with your favorite green flannel to go over it matching your shoes.

Tucking your hat on low you added your magazine and marker to your bag you shouldered saying goodbye to your birds. A quick stop to the market had the honey you needed in your bag and then you were off. Straight to the shopping square not far from the station and shop. Just combing your hair this morning had more blonde patches and the snow like strands made it all the more obvious what clan you were from next to your eyes, hence the hat. All the same you were off to your distant cousins who knew your struggles all too much from their own centuries of facing the same link until having set themselves apart and finding success.

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Lingering around her for as long as they could Fili and Kili stayed with Mal after their night of cuddling on the couch post movie mini marathon wondering just what she could need in town taking her from their company. Fili sighed only seeing his uncles coming out of their shop that sat empty for the time being asking, “You have to go?”

Mal grinned kissing his cheek, “You’re the one off to the airport in an hour. I thought you might prefer to slip away, not have the full emotional goodbye.”

Kili latched onto her back making her smirk, “But I like the emotional goodbye part.”

Thorin leaned in the doorway with Dwalin against his side between him and Balin, the latter asking, “What’s all this? You could come inside you know.”

Kili, “Apparently Mal is trying to slip away.”

Mal rolled her eyes and Thorin rumbled, “From you or is Miss Mal expected somewhere?”

Dwalin’s elbow tapped into Thorin’s side gaining his gaze that turned further down the street straightening up the Dwarf who eased out of the doorway making Mal smirk looking him over after noticing who he was fixing himself up for. Straight up to him you strode while Dwalin chatted with the trio, “How did the honey fare?”

“Good,” you said nodding, “Bought another jar on my way here at the mini market by the house.”

Near to a purr he hummed out, “I didn’t expect you to be in so soon for more tea.”

Smirking up at him you said, “I’m actually off to re-dye my hair. Might even go blue this time, who knows.”

“No, you can’t,” your brow arched up and he hastily added, “Green, suits you.”

To which you nodded and said, “Mhmm, well I still have a couple blocks to go. See you after though.”

He nodded and stepped after you in your spinning steps towards the shop where Dwalin asked, “Back so soon?”

“Off to get my hair done.”

Mal wiggled free kissing Fili and Kili’s cheeks, “That sounds lovely. Been meaning to get my hair done.”

Fili, Kili both said, “But-,”

She kissed their cheeks again, “I will see you Monday. Enjoy your race.” She said joining you on your path down the street giggling to herself.

Lowly behind your backs Fili asked, “Are, are we just going to let them go off together?”

Kili, “Well we can’t stop them.”

Dwalin smirked saying, “They do seem like they could be friendly.”

Balin nodded, “Good sign so far.”

Thorin sighed and turned to head inside lost for what to do to distract himself until you were back again for more tea. All the guys milled after him lost in their own confusion on when the boys especially could text Mal asking about her time with you and how you got along.

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The back private room was opened for you and once closed behind the twins Amrod and Amras with crimson hair tired back in high buns you removed your hat and the pair got to combing your hair smirking at the shedding of the rest of your green hair dye. Dividing your hair in half the duo got to mixing the prepped coloring in large bowls they used brushes to coat each section of your hair back to the deep forest green that made you smirk between pages of your magazine starring more items you might like.

Amrod, “We hear you’ve bought yourself a home from Glori and Echo.”

Amras grinned saying, “I fully expect there to be quite the bash once you get it furnished.”

Softly you giggled, “That may take some time.”

Making Amrod say, “No need to rush. We know how you like your pace. Anything you would want for a housewarming gift?”

Amras, “I know you liked that painting of those sheep last time you visited.”

“I am not taking your painting.”

Lowly he chuckled, “I can paint you another. Fairly simple to do I have the time.”

Amrod, “Ooh, and you did like that vase I have in the sitting room. I could make you one of those.”

Mal said, “Well my gift is coming in next week.” You glanced at her and she said, “It’s practical, I bought you set of cute bath towels you can hide in a spare bath if you don’t like them. I would have gotten you a blender but you said the birds don’t like them.”

“I never said they don’t like them.” That made her glance at you while the Elf behind her eased the top of her hair up into a bun on top of her head. “I said they can’t be near them. They like to blend things. Last time I had one I came home to find all my oranges and apples all over my kitchen.” Making her giggle while the twins pulled down another section of your hair to keep adding dye to. “I am sure the towel set will be lovely. I do have to pick themes for the spares, Naneth swears themes bring luck to homes.”

A handful of the hair on the back of Mal’s head was grabbed and twisted then cut off near the root starting the task of trimming the section down into a triangle on the back of her head to shave a Dwarven rune for lotus out of it. The Elf would then bleach the hair there just enough to turn her maroon hair pink on that one section completing her chosen look. Carefully your curls were coated and the color soaked in as you looked over the magazine the duo stood looking over your choices themselves until it was time to rinse you.

Next came the hard part. Once washed it had to be dried and under their propped up dryers the pair combed through your curls taking them and revealing the temptingly forest green shade making you smirk again. While Mal was off to head to her shift at the tattoo shop you were off to the tea shop and fired off a message to Thorin. “Prepare to be floored. They decided on blue.”

Lowly through a growling exhale against the wall he had walked to giving the others more space while he was distracted Thorin replied far more supportively than he had felt at the moment. “I am certain the shade will look lovely on you.”

Smirking at your phone on the last turn you replied, “Not sure, bit of an odd shade. They added some yellow to it and it’s quite an unmistakable shade.”

Under furrowed brows his eyes reread the message and he asked, “What do you mean?”

The door opening however had him glancing up to find you trotting in with a teasing grin straight up to the counter after the final person in your way had given their order luring Thorin closer. “It’s got to be the oddest shade of blue I’ve ever seen.”

“Not funny.”

With a giggle you replied, “It’s a little funny.” Making him roll his eyes, “What have you got for me today, my good Mug Dealer?”

“You’ll see.”

“That I will. Along with the answer to if I got you out of your pants twice in a row.” You teased passing him the bill in a turn for your chosen table.

Dwalin was there asking when his cousin turned, “And, just how has she gotten you out of your pants? Not once but twice?”

Thorin rumbled back, “Part of the turndown service is an offer of a cocktail. She’s got one sure to knock your pants off. Literally.”

Dwalin chuckled turning after him, “Turndown service? You followed her to the hotel?”

Thorin, “We painted. I booked a room, Tili was the one who put me on her floor.”

Dwalin purred out, “You, her, cocktails,”

“She was working.”

Dwalin patted his back teasing, “Still got your pants off though.” Making Thorin smirk and roll his eyes.

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“Are you at home?” The message popped up on your phone and while Thorin was busy handling another customer you called Thranduil.

“Hey Dew Drop, what’s going on?” The fluid Vanyar had glanced stolen your way wondering what language you were speaking.

“Some house warming gifts are coming your way.”

“What did you send to my home?” You replied putting your book back in your bag signaling Dwalin over curious as to why you were leaving so early.

“We love you. No take backs.” The line cut off and you scoffed at the screen of your phone.

Dwalin beside the table asked, “Something wrong?”

Still in Vanyar you replied, “My friend sent something to my house..” you said before finishing off your tea.

“You’re gonna have to run that by me again.”

“Hmm?” You asked then repeated in the common tongue, “My friend sent something to my house. It’s being delivered.”

Dwalin nodded saying, “Ah, well come with me I’ll drive you back.”

“Uh-,”

Lowly he chuckled saying, “Don’t worry, they can manage till I get back.”

“Ok.” You said shouldering your bag to follow him through the back of the shop to his car beside Thorin’s, Balin’s and the one another employee was pulling into one of the free spots.

Dwalin all the way kept stealing glances at you in your tries to get Thranduil to tell you what you were receiving to no avail. “What language was that?” He fumbled making you turn your head.

“Oh, Vanyar. Really old Elvish.”

“Didn’t know many Elves who knew or even were Vanyar.”

“Only ones I know of are old friends who lived in Lindon, moved from Doriath when we were little. The wife and her son and grandson speak it fluently while the husband is still a bit rough. Grew up on Teleri, dialects are hard to cross.”

Outside your home he parked on the street and got out with you to help you move a rock in your front yard to prop open the front gate and hurry inside to warn your birds.

Unlocking the door you entered finding Belly upside down on one of the chandelier support arches, not foolish to hang off the fixture itself in case he was too heavy. While Kuu came out of your empty hall to the left of the entrance asking, “Jack Rabbit? It is not Thursday?”

“It is, just some friends sent a gift and it’s arriving. So some people are coming to drop whatever it is off.”

Belly said, “Ahh, I shall count the herd.” Letting go and releasing his wings to drop into an arching soar through the house to ensure the hummingbirds didn’t leave the house. Kuu however strolled back through the hallway, “I shall wait in my pantry.” The sighing comment made even Dwalin chuckle in not understanding what the bird said.

“They do not like company?”

In a glance at Dwalin you noticed the truck pulling up with a full trailer you hoped to only have a small item inside of only to sigh seeing a second truck pull up behind it with just electronics from the shop it was sent from. “That’s two trucks,” Dwalin muttered and you nodded.

“I’m gonna kill Dew Drop.” You muttered only to grin at the approaching pair of Elves from the first larger truck and accepted the tablet he held to sign for the delivery. From the back five more Elves from the cab opened your lips parted seeing the first of your many gifts, the purple fainting couch you had wanted for years with note included on top stating it was a gift from Celebrimbor.

That was taken to your bedroom and behind them a rotating expanding circular table complete with expanding bench seats with heavy cushioning was carried in next to the dining room you informed them how to get to marked from Haldir and his brothers.

While they set that up you guided the team in charge of setting up the Projector systems into your living room and theater with a regular flat screen and stand to be put in your bedroom from Celeborn.

From Elrond a blue regal styled backrest having blue lounging double seated couch was settled into your theater that left ample room to add more seating if you wished later.

Lastly from Thranduil and his family came a round lounging seat also for your study in black plushy material and a square couch with a foot rest to settle into the middle turning it into a giant cushioned surface of you wished for ample lounging or entertaining space in a grey velour.

Final checks were given on the projector systems and the tv in your bedroom now revealed to have full media players for you to simply dig out one of your films and play it if you wished. Another signature each was given to the speedy teams who ensured everything was to your liking before leaving. Stumped for a moment on what to do with all these gifts now partially furnishing your home you shifted on your feet eyeing the dining room table once again as Dwalin gave it a curious once over trying to picture how many Durins could fit at the table barely three foot across gorgeous wooden creation.

“It’s nice.” He said noticing you were looking at him.

Weakly you giggled and he followed your move to slide the bench seats away to the walls and watched you press your fingers to a hidden latch and turn the table dropping his jaw as it grew three times over. With a cherry wood on the mahogany top growing flower design across the surface rippling up from the top while the supports branched out in interwoven vines to steady the now massive table. “I have always wanted one of these, my friend makes them. Those are the spare seats.” His head turned to the arch of benches with the decorative backs revealing a hidden design of a tree once together he had missed before with his interest in the table he helped you to spin onwards again expanding the center support with the jigsaw like pieces lowered down again meeting the retracted supportive legs.

“Wow, so, table you wanted,”

Through the house you went saying in the living room, “My friend has a couch like this, the center square here slides out,” you said removing the foot rest to convert the seat on the end to a lounger matching the one across from it. “So you can either burrow in as a spare bed or all cuddle for movies, or just have ample room for however many people pop up on you.” Making him chuckle and follow you stealing another picture to share once he got back along with notes of having the top of the line entertainment systems put in on record time.

Into your theater you said, “This would probably just be for me, so more private lounger here.” Nodding at the arm rests with hidden cubbies and a tablet stand on one side joining the compartment in the extended leg rest sections able to store blankets or spare pillows and such. He nodded snapping a picture behind your back on his phone then eyed the bed now fully expanded dropping his jaw at the sheer size of it and the round seat as fainting couch. “And these, for my study. Which I was going to have painted. So they’re here for now.”

Dwalin nodded and said, “Your friends are amazing, and love you a great deal to send such gifts.”

Sheepishly you nodded and he reached out to rub your back at a tear stopping sniffle you tried to do quietly, “Ya. They’ve tried really hard to help me. A lot of times suffering for my status.” His eyes met yours and his brows inched together trying not to tear up at the tears forming in your eyes you were fighting, “It’s been really hard, but they never turned away. I just, have to keep proving how grateful I am for them keeping me.”

“Oh come here,” he said stepping closer to give you the hug you were greatly needing right now you clenched your eyes through soaking in the warm gesture until you could be with your contact heavy friends again. Each with just as big an urge to hug and cuddle as you felt in their own busy schedules isolating them for periods of time.

Your alarm sounded and you said, “Ah, my train.” Pulling back to flash him a timid grin he returned with a wider one.

“I’ll drop you.” On the way back to the door he joined you saying, “It is all lovely. And that bed, is that the same bed from your flat?”

You nodded locking your door after bidding your birds goodbye and giving the all clear. “Ya, Troll bed, so soft.” You said with a chuckle inducing eye roll deepening his grin.

“I bet. Could fit twenty of you on it.”

“Oh I doubt it. I tend to get into battles with the people I share beds with I hear. Usually end up on top of them.” Making him chuckle again.

“Don’t we all.” He muttered walking back to the car knocking the rock away to allow you to close the gate again.

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All through your shift word exploded through the Durins and all together it was mentally etched in that you needed painting done and that the place was a quarter of the way complete by their reckoning. From what they had hoped to initially be the home of a friend of a relative now lines seemed to blur as endearing comments and tales of your person has morphed you into more of a prospective relative. Bittersweet Thorin clung to the intimate moment you shared without an audience past Roac, who was busy preening so he didn’t really count. Though that moment was gone and he wondered how he could possibly work himself into popping by your tattoo appointment or even after with some comfort food to help you relax.

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Anxious didn’t come close and straight through a night of remembering the painful process of being submitted to Ruun your body felt well rested while mentally you were ragged and in use of some good tea.

A hot shower was followed by your pulling on what might seem to be an absurdly hard working corset you hooked on that hoisted your cleavage up to where even you would be unable to stare without the proper shirt. Matching silver panties were added with jean shorts over them to cover the bottom of the sleek halter top in a bright red. The top had a thick band around your neck and scooped to reveal your shoulders and well below your shoulder blades giving a glimpse of the top of your silk corset. Sock and shoes were added while waiting for your tea to brew.

Blankly you assembled your stack of magazines and markers to go with your sketch book solely for your house designs to distract you. Peas were boiled for Kuu while you cooked your filling breakfast you don’t recall finishing off. Four sips in and it seemed you blinked yourself outside Bilbo’s shop.

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Note of your nerves were taken and scooping your hair up into a clip you hopped up into the lounger with a full arm rest table Bilbo set up for you. “You didn’t tell me you were getting a tattoo...” Mal’s words ended in her gaze dropping to your large scar and the tiny scars across your shoulder and bicep.

“I only got the offer last week.”

Bilbo fully gloved accepted the line transfer sheets he molded into place leaving the imprint of the feather first, choosing to simply use a marker to draw reminder lines to help border the uv parts he would add the transfers to when the feather was done. Stating softly, “Now, I think it best to start up here at the worst spot, let you ease to the gentler spots.”

“Whichever you think is best, you are the expert. And if you gotta go the other way go for it. It’s your art.”

“That, is flattering, all the same I prefer to go worst to better.” Earning another nod from you. And in your using a string to tie in your top a bit more for a tricky spot he folded a paper towel around to protect the fabric he gave you a countdown and started the tattoo while you eyed your magazine Mal stood by hoping to help you through the painful process of she could.

Page by page you inspected the magazine one handedly writing notes and drawing stars next to what intrigued you until the opening of the front door raised your eyes to the group of teens entering the shop as Mal’s focus turned more to Bilbo’s need for more coloring. Bombur, every bit as stunning a Dwarf as you could imagine Dams to believe, with the allure added of having 14 children, 6 of which were here in tow, his oldest nearly fully grown to be choosing a home of their own no doubt soon enough.

His head bowed and you nodded in return making sure not to disturb Bilbo’s work hoping the deep focused furrow of his brow was a good sign as you were a bit frightened to look down just yet. “Miss Pear, I understand this might seem to be an ambush of sorts, however we had heard you just got some furniture yesterday and were in need of some painting.” He ushered his oldest two in front of him, “My oldest, they run their own painting firm, and we thought we might be able to help you hash out some ideas on what you might want.”

1 said with a deeper twitching grin, “Family prices of course.” To which 2 nodded fervently.

Weakly you chuckled and said, “Why not. I have some ideas what I would like.”

Three hours had gone by and you had transferred on their own sketch pad drawn out your floor plan and from their booklets of color swatches you had chosen an ample amount of colors for nearly each room. The walls of which were re-sketched by you to show where you wanted each color making the job much simpler. An itemized list was made of all the paint and before you could say anything they were off rounding up supplies making you exhale sharply and glance at Bilbo in his wiping off a final bit of excess ink. “I guess I’m getting my place painted today.”

With a smirk Bilbo glanced at you from seeing Dwalin strolling through the door with Thorin in tow, then said, “Yes it does seem that way. They do mean well.”

You shook your head, “Agh, it’s fine. Might as well get it all done. It will be certainly more colorful for my first weekend in.”

Bilbo chuckled and wet another cloth to gently brush across the galaxy bubble filled feather making Dwalin let out am impressed whistle. “Well, now, if you don’t mind, we have to change chairs.” He turned to the guys, “I take it you brought refreshments?”

Thorin raised a to go mug saying, “Yup. And a sandwich. To keep up your strength.”

Bilbo nodded saying, “Uv shouldn’t take long, I’ll give you ten minutes, let’s say, to nibble and then it should all be set up for you.”

Removing his gloves he got to setting up the light while Thorin came over to you at the chair when Bilbo had laid a spare towel across your lap. Sheepishly Thorin’s gaze shifted over your feather tattoo so far asking, “Did it hurt much? It looks phenomenal.”

With one hand you raised the half of the sandwich oddly cut into the shape of a duck removing the crust then cut in half and replied before taking a bite, “Hurt less than the burn.”

With a smirk he asked seeing a pamphlet left from Bombur with your open magazine and sketch book, “Bilbo showed you a pamphlet from the painting firm?”

“Bombur and his children are off buying paint. Spent the last few hours choosing my colors.” That had his lips parting, “Apparently my home is being painted today.”

Dwalin came into your view saying, “Well we’ll watch over them if you like.”

“You-,”

Thorin chimed in, “Yes, you should be relaxing after this, not having to deal with all that, we can cover that.”

Mal chimed in, “And we could go shopping. Look for some more towels and such like you said earlier to help fill in your baths at least.” She said while feeding BamBam his latest bottle in the doorway of the break room.

“That could take hours.”

The statement deepening her smirk, “Wouldn’t you know, I’ve got hours.”

Finishing the sandwich between sips of the calming mug of cider you moved to the second chair to rest your lower torso against the chair you were more or less straddling while the group milled around you watching Bilbo settling his sketches and things in order before switching on the uv lamp. Again your scar lit up accenting the hidden uv bits tucked to accent the bubbles and stars in the feather while the others’ eyes honed in on the stamped uv markers revealed underneath it. A countdown came again and the first of the bird silhouettes was begun.

Steadily while Thorin tried to distract you he inspected each of your designs making certain once the teens had returned for the final run through of the plan his eyes shifted to your trembling hand. No other signs were given of your pain while Bilbo traced around the lingering uv marker in a deep scar being turned into the stem of a falling feather. Your face still trying not to show the pain you were feeling and subtly Thorin shifted laying his paw of a hand over yours to ease you through it by giving you something for your fingers to grip at least lightly if you wished until he passed the spot over.

Keys were passed over and determined to look out for your home with Dwalin, Thorin joined in the group heading over to your home with a promise nothing would be harmed and your birds would be looked after. The latter of which would be calmed from their sure huddle around the guests with a video call from you to allow the others inside to paint with a compromise of Thorin making Kuu more peas. And by the end of his own interrogation Belly outright demanded to meet Roac changing the subject to how to bond with his new prospective friend.

Lost to your planning again, or at least list forming on what you might need for each bath past your own while you watched Mal get more engrossed in her texting her beaus than planning on the store. A sharp gasp had her looking your way to say, “They’re bringing their uncle Dain to meet BamBam.”

“Good. Don’t you mind me. Go settle the little one.”

With an eager squeak she hurried upstairs to change and Bilbo said, “Nearly done now, just over the shoulder blade.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere on you.”

Softly he chuckled, “Same to you. It is looking lovely and should heal nicely.”

All the same you sat contently still continuing to flip through your magazine while Bilbo listened to your scattered ramblings on pieces you were stumped on possibly choosing only deepening his fondness of you.

A final wipe of your shoulder blade and a thin layer of goop was added giving the new art a fresh shine like your arm and chest had been laminated. In front of the mirror you stood with lips cracking apart seeing the initial tattoo and tiny prick marks from the uv ink spots before the other tattoo artist held up a lamp and Bilbo held a handheld mirror behind you. The second mirror granting you a clear shot of the art now etched into your skin stirring tears into your eyes.

The blurry turn from you came with a tight one arm hug Bilbo chuckled and melted into knowing how painful these tattoos could be emotionally for those sent to the war camps he had helped before. Grateful to have helped you in his pull back to guide you to wrap your arm in cling wrap like a plate of left overs limiting you to one arm for your shopping trip certain to end you with next to nothing with no car to fill with what you desired. Tape held the wrap in place and you undid the string on your top allowing it to sit naturally again covering part of your feather on your chest stirring a warmth in that spot.

“Now it should be healed by tomorrow night, be sure to add the goo every few hours when you feel it drying out and tonight you can shower, just let the water run over it, no scrubbing. Tomorrow the same, if you’re a once a day bather. If not tomorrow night is fine, your skin will feel itchy tomorrow and a shower will help. Pillows might help to keep you off it in your sleep. Just cram a couple under your back to prop you up.”

You nodded and thanked him again heading out of the shop, “I’ll come drop by Monday then, let you see how I’ve managed.” Earning a chuckle from him while he turned to go fetch Frodo’s diaper bag he noticed Dwalin forgot to go and run it over to your house he could share the progress of both sides to your day.

Pt 10

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#Thorin x Reader OC #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Dwalin x Bilbo #Hobbit #lotr

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Next Caller Pt 8

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Still humming to yourself from the train through the long walk back from the station past town to your development. Following the lit path you tried not to focus on how entangled that you were getting in the family whose name your series lived on through. All the same through your gate you went and drew out your key only to pause at the bag waiting on your doormat. Unlocking the door you eased open you lifted the bag and let out a giggle seeing the kettle and tea tins around a thick book. Bumping the door a bit wider you stepped inside and closed it behind you, locking it before heading to your kitchen.

“Thank you Mr Grump.” You muttered on your way to unload it all onto the counter eyeing it all. Each tin intricately designed with drawings and quotes unique to the personality of each. A quick rinse of the kettle had you leaving it out along with your rinsed out mug you decided to take for another early stop in to thank the grump who was behind the amazing book filled with personal notes making it all the more special. Yawning widely you were off to bed, making sure to find the card with his number on it you fired off a message to your grump before trying to get some sleep, ‘Thank you for the gifts. I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble in assembling the kit for me. See you in a few hours for some of that real cider, Mug Dealer. Night night.’

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“I may not understand it all yet but I am a quick study and some day I’m gonna stun you.” The statement after the thanks for the gifts was met with a hopeless stare from your grump.

Flatly at a loss for what to say Thorin replied, “I will see what I can do about finding you a book on cider as well.”

“Trying to skip my morning drop ins too?” You teased.

That had his brow twitch up and he replied, “No, for your days off.”

“Mhmm, well I’ll leave you to it. See you later.”

Five minutes you had tried to pull him out of the silent slump you had found the adorably passionate Dwarf and off you backed hoping not to push him too hard knowing how he might have felt embarrassed at having gushed about his favored topic. It might take a few days but you would study up and see if you could work through some of the book to try and lure him out with questions or comments of your own on what the book covered. Halfway through the train ride however you eyed the strip of shimmering white gold hair in your forest green wall of curls you made sure to hide and pull out your phone to make an appointment with two of your friends at their hair salon to have your coloring redone. Always barely lasting a month thanks to your Vanyar blood that no matter what color you chose your hair seemed to shed its coloring off, normal colors lasted the shortest with wild colors the longest, and in your opinion more suited to your style.

 *

Cursing to himself leaving the shop Thorin pulled on his coat thankful that the third worker was here so he could handle this properly. Not until you had left the door did his brain register what he should have said and what he wanted to say. The idea was foolish, but one moment of curiosity and a blank mind had him blinking back to focus walking inside Findis Hotel. Too late to turn back he took up the lifetime offer of a room for all family members and without any relatives at home he would be able to feign a need to stay for a few days at least. Card key in hand he went out to his car to grab the bag he had packed with Roac who hopped up to his shoulder curiously ruffling his feathers wondering how this stop here would go.

Ignoring the smirks of the people behind the counter who oddly made certain he was put in the top floors in a far too large suite they could have left for another possible customer. But at least he would have privacy to try and plan at least what to say when he saw you at the shop again. With a sigh after the ride up the lift he strolled through the double roomed suite listening to Roac’s comments on the view in the glass wrapped suite showing off some of the best views of the city around the building. Still focusing on the radio show playing through the earpiece hooked to his pocket radio he laid back across his bed letting Roac inspect the suite and return to settle on top of his chest listening to the show himself along with how it made Thorin’s heart race.

The beep of an alarm had him up with Roac cradled in his palm to carry him down to the car for the drive back to the shop. Once pulled up however he noticed you were already nearly to the front door, lowly he muttered “Roac..” unable to wake the sleeping bird in his palm he transferred to the top of his head to scrub his hands and approach the counter.

Curiously your head tilted and a smirk ghosted across your lips asking, “New hat? Love it.”

“He wouldn’t wake up. Surprise?”

You nodded and passed him the bill giggling in your turn to head to your chosen chair to watch his careful task of fixing your drink he carried to you only to lay a hand over Roac in his slumbering flop of a wing down the side of his face signaling he was to wake soon. “Bring your Raven in often?”

“Not often no. It’s, special circumstances.”

“No doubt. Though careful others might assume they can bring theirs in if he comes too often.”

To which Thorin smirked, “I’ll set him in the sprout room, you like the kettle?”

“It’s lovely, thank you. And the whale was a nice touch.”

“It was that or those fish shaped bags-,”

“oh, those would have been cute.”

Thorin smirked, “Yet all the more difficult for beginners to master, often splitting open.”

“Spoil sport,” you replied lifting your mug watching him turn to head back to leave his Raven back in the sprout room. His return however was caught off guard by a call from Dis distracting him through to your slip out to head to your next shift. Hanging up again he finished his shift and collected Roac heading to his hotel room again. Laptop open he compiled a list of teas to try in what he imagined to be the best order for beginners for the selection he had chosen for you already.

A stop for lunch and dinner down on the dining floor came up fruitless in his search for any signs of you. Long hugging pants covered by paneled aprons to the knee with corseted tops for the wait staff adding flair and easing movement, and long dresses in similar styles for the hostesses and bartenders. Even the male staff had tailored uniforms similar to the same style to accentuate their own physical attributes making it a thorough pool for eye candy for any diner to respectfully admire while dining. A sigh inducing spot of sauce on his arm had him settled once in the lift to shower.

Even the immaculate glass wrapped shower left him little comfort at the success his fruitless plan had turned out to be and draped in a towel he combed and dried his beard and hair then moved to climb into his waiting fresh pair of briefs. Up into his hair his fingers combed and separated sections to begin a braid he tied off with the band on his wrist. A knock at the door however had him flinching wide eyed hearing, “House Keeping.”

“Um,” heavily his hand fell on his pants he bounced into and hastily zipped the fly of on his way to the sitting room, once in the doorway of he froze again seeing the petite mini dress clad figure entering the door with a timid peek revealing telling green hair.

Instantly the partially naked Dwarf in front of you with chest puffed out from a deep breath only drawing more attention to the dark hair across it tapering down to his waistband still unbuttoned. In your throat a giggle caught you pushed aside with a clearing of your throat, “Just couldn’t help yourself could you?” His brow inched up and your smirk deepened as his eyes took in every inch of you in the tempting uniform, “I bet you were the kind to scavenge for birthday gifts too.”

He shook his head, “Haven’t the foggiest, what you could mean,” his eyes trailed over you in your path past him.

“Brought you towels. Which you clearly need.” Turning around he shook his head trying not to focus on your usual bouncing walk only even more appealing on every sway and jiggle your body gave was more on view casually heading for the bath with him after you.

“So you’re a maid.” He said leaning against the doorway watching you rest his used towel over your forearm confirming the soaps and supplied goods weren’t touched and the trash bin was empty.

“One would assume so, uniform and all.” You teased back facing him after setting the fresh towels on the rack, “Would you like your towels folded a certain way?”

With a smirk he answered, “I would hate to abuse your company with such tasks.”

“No, you would rather play spy in your relative’s hotel.”

“My place is being painted.”

“Is that so?” you asked grinning at him, “Would you like the turn down service?”

“No thank you, I am certain I can manage.”

Easing past him in his turn to flatten against the wood behind him you peered up at him saying in a half circle, “The sheets can be a bit tricky. You never know. Might come back tomorrow to see you’ve bundled up in the towels.”

Lowly he chuckled rolling his eyes, “If you insist.”

“Back in a shake,” you said heading out to drop off the towel and come back with a velvet pouch you set on the trunk at the foot of the bed nodding your head to Roac who was looking you over curiously. “What color?”

“Hmm?” His brow inched up and his eyes snapped to yours from your hands in a clever untucking of the seamless corner of the shining black and green gold accented bed spread, certain to avoid staring at your exposed cleavage. “Color?”

Softly you giggled saying, “For your painting?”

“Ah, sea foam, navy and eggplant.”

“Really, well I can’t wait to see the results for the job putting you and Roac out of your home.”

Hastily he nodded in your path around the bed to undo the other corner and fold down the top golden sheet to reveal the pillows you would adjust next. “Right,” after wetting his lower lip he added, “Of course.”

“How many days do you work?” You asked folding the runner strip across the foot of the bed you laid the round pillow you had moved from the head of the bed. You then moved the pair to in the cabinet in the nightstand where you flicked the switch for the blinds to cast a shadow across the bed leaving the farthest sections open for stargazing and lit up the crystal lamp by the bed.

“Off on weekends. Why?”

“I might just even the playing field and spy on you one day.” His brow inched up and he looked you over seeing you lifting the velvet pouch you drew a chocolate from along with a slip of paper you had worked into a green flower to leave on the top pillow. The menu and laundry lists were set up on the nightstand where he could find them easily in the morning. “Up for a cocktail?”

“Aren’t you working?” his eyes snapped to yours and your brow arched up, “Ah, right, for me. Alright, surprise me.” Sitting on the trunk he stroked Roac’s back and head watching you mix up a drink shifting from bright blue to silver then deep green you brought him that he turned to grab his phone he took a picture of.

“Careful, you might end up losing your pants by the bottom.”

“You give out something so potent to all who ask for cocktails?”

“You are the one who wanted to be surprised. Plus, that will help ensure you sleep well before your shift.” One sip was what he got and a final glance over you saying, “Sweet dreams, Mug Dealer.” And you had slipped out of the room leaving him to another and to head back to his bed turning on the tv after making note of the paint colors he had to buy. It certainly would go along with the colors in the lobby and most of the other schemes in the other units Frerin had turned down instead of the white and grey apartment he had chosen. A call to Bombur had a group of his children in their late teens tasked to help further boosting their wish to start up a painting firm. That leading to their frequent jobs in family to keep up their spirits, no doubt each had gotten to work on the final design of their business card to offer you their services should you wish. The same card that was tucked into your packet of home information.

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You weren’t kidding the drink had a kick and with a dopey grin he snuggled into bed sans pants nice and warm for a good nights rest until his alarm went off to signal him to head to work hopefully beating you there. “Sleep well?”

The words broke through his thoughts watching Roac tapping random buttons on the register to turn facing you with a grin accepting your mug to fill it with the waiting heated cider, “Yes, thank you.”

His back turned and Dwalin bit his lip at your asking, “So, pants on or off?” The blush across his face had you giggling, “Knew it. My Berry Explosion always knocks pants off.”

Back again he came and you offered the bill to Roac pointing to the right button making him caw giddily and add the bill himself to the drawer Thorin chuckled and closed afterwards. “Thank you, now he’ll be charging to press it all day.”

Roac puffed up, “All I need is a lever to close it and I could make an excellent fund manager!”

Thorin crooned, “I am not debating that, merely some may try to take advantage of you.”

Leaning on the counter you made him grin as you said, “I think he’s a tiny bit jealous.” That had Roac’s head tilt in facing you fully, “If you were manning the register who would want to talk to him.”

Raoc grinned through Dwalin’s chuckle and he hopped up onto Thorin’s shoulder tapping his face to Thorin’s cheek, “I shall not steal your thunder my friend. I am far fluffier than you could manage.” A giggling finger wave from you had Thorin rolling his eyes again in your bouncing path out the door sipping on your drink.

 *

“You seem more chipper than usual.”

Grinning wider you replied to Mal, “Just got some cider this morning.”

“Oooh, how is your barista?”

“Flustered as ever. Managed to sneak a room on one of my floors at the hotel. Just couldn’t help himself.”

With a wide smirk she said, “Well who couldn’t avoid sneaking a peek at you in your uniform. I’ve seen those uniforms, I couldn’t pull one off.”

With a giggle you said, “It’s pulling it on that’s the hard part.” Making her giggle in return, “Off is the easy part after our shifts. Easier than it seems.”

“Does that mean you’ll be spending Thursday with this mystery barista of yours?”

“He’s having his place painted, outside of possibly turning down his room again I doubt it. Besides I’m redoing my hair,” you showed her a strip of blonde in the underside of your hair, “My hair seems to shed the green every month.”

“Ooh, I’ve been meaning to have mine done. Can I tag along?”

“I’m sure they could squeeze you in, I’ll message them. I didn’t think you colored yours.”

She shook her head, “No, but I had this cool idea, saw this picture to have part of the back of my head shaved into a design.”

“Shouldn’t be hard to do.” Turning your eyes to the clock you noticed the time and turned to head to your booth.

And she grinned saying pausing in the doorway making you smirk at her as the other team before you slipped out, “Plus, having dinner with the boys tonight, wanted to surprise them when they get back from another race.”

“One of these days I half expect you to be off speeding along with them while I stare off at an empty booth.”

She scoffed at that, “I would never abandon you.” After a moment she added, “Besides, not gonna lie, racing’s a tiny bit dull. Tried to get into it, just can’t.”

Again you giggled and split to take your seats readying for the show. “It is a lot more entertaining if you come up with a sort of game between races I bet.”

“Boys said it can be half a day before the race starts. Call me selfish but I’d hate to go there with nothing to do but wait around until it all was through.”

“Not selfish at all, suppose it could be their guy time.”

“Exactly. Knew you would understand.”

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“Alright, few hours..” Thorin rumbled unlocking the door to let his cousin’s teens inside he helped to shift things to ease their job of painting. “Uh, Navy for my room, sea foam for the kitchen and living room. Eggplant for the boys’ room. Keep it nice and simple.” Rolling up his sleeves he took to shifting things in his own room to help laying out the tarps and handling the highest parts of the walls they couldn’t reach in the double story living room even on the ladder.

And in record time the job was done and had time to head back to the hotel to shower and change then was back to meet you again at the shop only to step aside picking up his phone seeing the ring of messages from his Nephews shifting to a call from Frerin.

“What, did you do?”

Stepping into the back room he eased the door shut, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Through the line Fili and Kili groaned out, “Agh! Uncle! Our room!”

Frerin, “Thorin, where is Roac and what did you do to our place?”

Thorin wet his lips, “The kids need more practice,”

Frerin, “Don’t you blame this on the BomBairn’s Business! Thorin you know we should have had a vote on this.”

Kili still moping in their room groaned out, “It’s purple! Our room is purple!”

Fili, “We were supposed to have Mal over tonight! How will we explain this?!”

Thorin sighed, “I couldn’t help it.”

Frerin, “This better be good.”

“I brought Miss Pear some tea then I went and flubbed through her stop at the shop, just stared at her.”

Frerin, “So you painted our place?”

Thorin, “No, I got a hotel room, and when she came in to swap the towels,” Frerin covered his mouth to keep from chuckling, “I didn’t have a reason to be there, so I said we were painting.”

Frerin, “Purple though?”

Fili again groaned out, “It’s even noticeable in the dark!” Making Frerin chuckle.

Thorin, “Eggplant. Besides, you’re the one who chose the white and grey, we’ve had it for years.”

Frerin, “At least you left my room alone, but the boys are upset.”

Thorin, “Oh they’ll get over it. Most women like eggplant, and purple tones help with sleep.”

Frerin, “Sure, keep rehearsing tidbits like that.”

Thorin, “They’ll be fine,”

Frerin hummed, “How good a room did you get?”

Thorin smirked saying, “She works the top floors, they put me in a double room suite.”

Frerin, “Ah, good, I’ll pack a bag, boys wanted the place tonight anyways.”

Thorin sighed, “Fine. Call me when you get here, I’ll buy lunch.”

Frerin replied, “Will do, hang tight,” hanging up before heading off to pack another bag swapping out his dirty clothes then popped his head into the boys on their irritated try to right things in their room to make it more tolerable a shade for them by that night. “Boys,” their heads turned and he said, “Thorin got a suite at the hotel so you got the place tonight, I’ll crash with him.”

They both asked, “Purple?!”

Frerin chuckled, “Eggplant, apparently purple tones are good for sleep. Most women like purple, and uh, well, he voted we lost. Enjoy your night boys.”

Fili, “No explanation?!” he called out when Frerin stepped into the hall again.

Into the hall they went following their uncle to the door, where he turned saying, “Apparently he found his Miss Pear at the hotel and told her he was there because we were painting.” Unable to help it the pair had awkward grins splitting across their faces, “Let’s hope she doesn’t catch him off guard often or we might end up having to redecorate more of the place.” Chuckling to himself on his way out. The admission no less amusing even when they went back to their shared room, now slightly giggle worthy knowing it was in the sideways wooing aims of their uncle.

 *

“So..” Mal grinned and was welcomed inside looking over the apartment filling in another side of her boyfriends, “Nice place. Thought we might not be alone,”

Fili shook his head, “Nah, uncle Thorin booked a hotel suite, him and Frerin are splitting it.”

She nodded again and Kili said, “Good thing too, after the stunt he pulled.”

Mal, “What stunt? Doubt it could be that bad.”

Kili, “He painted the place while we were gone!”

Fili, “Our room is purple now. All because he told the Lass he was soft on he was painting when he caught her at work.”

Too many connections clicked and a giggle broke free as she had an inkling just what barista you might have been sweet on and so vague about. Kili asked, “What’s funny?”

She shook her head, “Just sounds sweet. What does he do?”

Fili, “Him and our uncles Dwalin and Balin own a tea and herb shop.”

Mal smirked, “Sounds adorable. And something smells good.” Making the pair smirk again, “Play your cards right and I just might let you show me that paint job of yours.”

Pt 9

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#Thorin x Reader OC #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Hobbit #lotr

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It’s a Mother Flocking Puffin Pt 22

Use of Karliene: Walk with the Devil. Requested by @deepestfirefun​.

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‘Rest up, hope you’re feeling better. Been getting calls and messages all day yesterday and this morning to pass on that everyone will wait as long as necessary for their instruments to be repaired and returned. Your health is imperative.’ Bilbo’s message read loud and clear across your phone screen once you’d been given it from your bag that had kept it safe.

Along with that inquiries from Mal and thanks for saving her from that dagger notices from the social page you were instructed to make to display previews of your artwork for your illustration course to be tagged for the class and school for possible interest from future employers. The only public account you had with scores of messages of well wishes and compliments of the song you had been at the school to record.

Curious of how you did the clip was easily found on the same site your videos for the guys were posted on in the popular news category. The stilled image was you in the booth while the band outside readied to play the tune for you. And to the first note the camera steadied into a slightly better angle to come to rest as your voice came out in an accented Khuzdul flow sounding so awkward to you while others in the comments were praising the song you’d written for the popular fable a production company was currently filming. Snare taps to a drum beat kept the song going while the brass section readied for their role to the melody.

I've never claimed to be a good boy

That lad is long dead

'Cause I got stuck in the wars, Grace

Ones with bullets

And ones in my head

But you made it so

Easy to let go

Now I'm all alone

And the shots are deafening

  A few lines in the footage flickered between you and a montage of sorts, reading a sort of fable linked to your lineage with Melkor’s death and inherited oath to bring down your family passed to the Avari.

  So I walk with the Devil

My rivals best be careful

'Cause when you're already dead

There's no gun at your head

You're finally free

  This one more of a fan video for your saving the day as slowed down enough to get stilled images of your fighting the Avari to when Smaug was released.

  I shook hands with the Devil

Ah this town best be careful

'Cause when you're already dead

There's no rope for your neck

You're finally free

Yeah, I walk with the Devil

  People fled while you ran from the courtyard. More stilled images flickered of the path to the Nursery until more flames destroyed that wing.

  Do you remember that broken man

When you sang your song?

And how you put him back together, girl

With your voice and with your love

  The shop came next up to the trio hoisting up the wind lance ending with the reduction of Smaug to rubies and gold.

  'Cause you made it so

Easy to let go

Now I'm all alone

And the shots are deafening

  The image of Thorin’s elated embrace of you afterwards was held for a good while with banners of wishes for long rules for their interim King and Queen.

  So I walk with the the Devil

My rivals best be careful

Cause when you’re already dead

There’s no gun at your head

You’re finally free

  The final part held a montage of clips from your videos on the progress for building your piano and repair job for the orchestra with words of hope to see what music you would bring into the world in the years to come.

  I shook hands with the Devil

Ah this town best be careful

Cause when you’re already dead

There’s no rope for your neck

You’re finally free

  The combination was a bit awkward of a match to go with the song but you simply took it as the culture variations at play that you simply didn’t see the tying features at not having grown up with their media they were used to. Still shockingly low on the pop culture references here down you scrolled realizing this was a fan video and not how this was put on the news. That footage was five times the length of this video due to the discussion of the anchors and a frozen image on one of the parts of you with what looked to be ice wings coming from your back used for another fan video titled Dragon vs Puffin Queen. Each video you saw continued the pattern of using various parts of the footage until you dipped to something else entirely. One focused solely on the song faces of Dwarves for the video you clicked on showed their shared plea for the production company to use the song you’d written for that fable in their upcoming film stirring a smirk out of you.

At your side you set the phone and again in your bag your hand dipped to fetch your notepad to continue working on a writing assignment formerly due in a week. Emails had been sent that the rest of the week the school was being cleaned with usable portions to continue housing classes while those in the destroyed wings would be moved to other courses. Among the few students on required bed rest and the parents understandably requiring some time off virtual courses were to be given for each applicable with written projects to be assigned weekly for the courses requiring physical attendance to have a grade to place until those lectures could be made up.

All the same you would do all you could to leave little extra stress for your Professors on top of the shift to not have to make up too many assignments. On the other hand however the Professors having heard from the news that the worst injuries you faced were cracked ribs assured you that there was no rush for you to hurry back to class before you were fully healed to not hurt yourself even more in returning before the month was up. Even after the Feast was set to take place to grant you more relaxation time even if your ribs and other troubles were healed by then.

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Being with you was priority, though for his urge to stay curled up with you half an hour was what he set aside daily to work on the bunnies for you, maybe more if you had drifted off into a nap. Each day bringing him closer to the finished present he could give to you before the holiday break would come to tick off another marker to your courtship before meeting your clans in person. The first day went easily enough with small naps taken every so often between meals. With the second once you had finished off all your backed up work even a dig for an old needlework kit had taken up a few hours while Thorin had picked up some more loose ends to help carry the equal share of evening out from the fallout. Mainly the management of funds to be allocated to the building crews chosen for repairing the University and landscaping teams which should cover most of the issues for the remainder of the week minus the daily meetings.

A clever idea came from Balin’s wife in her time to bond with you while Dis sat for the official portrait for her, Vili and their children for that release at the end of the week when Thror and Niro would return home to the Palace. Propped on your legs rested on top of two pillows while you were being iced post stop by the Healers to stretch and massage out your still tight leg from hip to toe sat a tablet. With it you eyed the 3d model of the cottage you had chosen that she smirked relaxing that at least in your boredom some work to get more steps completed could be started, and the length of the task could take up ample time to get you through this healing bout of bed rest.

Easily the agreed furry foot stools and the forest green rug like in one of the studies you had seen with different color patterns were added. Tucked in the bedroom was a bed frame you wanted that by a peek into the boys’ room in the rental you shared Thorin might not be against using that frame for your marital bed. Blank boxy white furniture was settled where you wanted to fill spaces to be agreed upon later with the basic rooms first, starting with the living room. White furniture scooted around the room expanding and shrinking around the white rug before you turned your focus to the color of the walls, patterned wallpaper for a few rooms to be looked over by Thorin later surely as it wasn’t just going to be your home it’d be his too.

By the time you moved onto the dining room while your company was off to feed her little girl and put her down for a nap Thorin had come back and smiled ready to relax himself with an ice pack on his shoulder. Right up to your side with a gentle press of his lips to your cheek he wiggled closer, smile splitting wider in notice of what you were up to and the bashful grin on your face at being caught pressing forward on this step alone.

“Decorating to keep you busy?” He hummed gladly with eyes shifting to your face again, the blush on your face lured him inwards to steal another kiss on your cheek. “Let’s see what you have so far.”

“I have the stools we already agreed on, and I was thinking this rug, if those colors work.”

“That is a lovely rug,”

“And I did pick a bed frame like this, if you’d be good with that?”

“My beds have always been like this.” Hastily he wet his lips. “There is a style I imagined for the armchairs in our study and parlor guests won’t be using, just for us, it’s nice and deep,” his fingers on one hand found the style and settled one in place that with a tap of your own you added a second and switched between the colors tugging a smirk across his lips.

“Ooh, I like this grey one.” Once that was placed you said, “Maybe we should pick room colors and papers first.” Starting the task to coloring each room you could leaving the others blank for the time being with a symbolic giant crystal sculpture of Mumakil in the center of those rooms as a symbol to come back to later.

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Kili grinned saying, “Now, I am on the camera, countdown, 5,” he hurried over and you giggled at his switching the camera on to record with the mini screen aimed at the three of you. You were tucked up in a plushy armchair with feet up on a furry foot rest with pillows rested behind your back fully warmed by the lit fireplace to your left, Fili was seated on one arm of the chair with Kili for the other. “2,” Back at your free side he came and smiled making you nip at your lip and grin through their usual sign in ready and comfortable for this video the guys thought would be a good check in for the public to say you are on the mend.

Lowly in Khuzdul they both said, “Welcome back to our little corner of the LonelyMountain. Today our salon doors are open to you.”

“ManeMan,” Fili said with a grin before Kili said, “And the GlitterGrizzly” Both bowed briefly making you glance down to shift your legs again, “At your service.” Their hands clapped and the pair settled a hand on the chair back behind your head smiling wider, “And today we are here again with our incredible model SnowBunny.”

In a soft giggle you waved with your now sling free arm glad to have some normal movement from that shoulder again and the pair each brought forward a set of measuring tapes, “Who is so kindly allowing us to measure her for a sketch while she relaxes by her lovely warm fire.”

Kili, “Already from our selection of candles she has chosen her favorite, a lovely warm cider scent.” With a smile he watched Fili play with and light the candle he set up on the mantle behind you.

Fili in sitting down again, “And now that we are assured our model is tucked nice and comfy in this large armchair with blanket, pillows and furry footrest we shall get to the measuring.” Through giggles you let them shift you subtly with tapes covering what was revealed above the blanket and just a long measure of the top of your legs and the tent your feet made on the stool. Each number was recorded on a notepad before the pair smiled moving to the stools set out they showed off smoothing their hands over them lifting the sketch pads and pencils waiting there for both on opposite sides of you to get started on the sketch. Halfway through to another exaggerated show of using their pencils to scale up a part of the sketches Sir Akdâmuthrab came over and climbed his way up onto your lap.

Kili, “Hey! I was almost done!”

Fili chuckled saying to the camera, “Introducing a little Burglar who is intent on stealing the focus of our SnowBunny.”

“Oh he can’t help it, nice and warm and he likes to cuddle since I can’t run away and wake him up,” you giggled out to the Princes who chuckled.

Kili leaned in saying, “Now to just wait for him to settle so I can get his markings right, him and his envious mustache and brows.”

Again you giggled out, “If he keeps up photo bombing we might have to pick him out a bowtie. Something fancy to wear.”

Fili, “Ooh, we could do that, stitch him up some options and have a try out for him to see which he likes.”

Exaggerated sketch sounds and taps on the pads came with your Burglar’s napping stretch granting them a second shot to get him added to the images that at the end they showed off. Once signed off the guys switched the video to edit while around you then posted it with a nice little message for a mini update from the Young Majesty from the Palace. The video had to be done today as the guys were meeting up with their team for a practice before the game this weekend taking them from your company and leaving you to Thorin’s watch once Thror and Niro return.

They were off while you slept soundly in a nap post lunch break, having been helped back to the comfortable mattress by the boys as walking was a bit rough on breathing easily for long distances past the occasional bathroom trip you could manage there and back again on your own.

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Thror upon seeing Thorin tugged him into a tight hug, “How are you feeling?”

Niro promptly claimed her own hug widening his grin, “In any pain?”

“I am doing well, bit sore, but more for the massages and realignment from the Healers. Mostly just bruises and scrapes for me.”

Thror, “How is Jaqi? We saw the video the boys posted this morning. Quite early.”

“Jaqi is doing well, slept early, rough to say better or not, ribs are still troubling for her to walk or move too freely with just yet.”

Niro, “Are the Healers with her?”

Thorin shook his head, “No, resting right now, we just had lunch a bit ago.”

She looked over her grandson, “Are you resting?”

“Yes, I’ve been staying with Jaqi most nights unless it’s too late after things that have come up. I don’t want to wake her or make her shift by me joining her in her sleep to hurt her ribs. I am sleeping, just still tired.”

Thror, “Are you off to rest after we do the public hand off of the ring?”

Thorin nodded, “Small nap, then I would like to finish up the touches on the bunnies. Just a few tiny things to double check then it’s waiting until she is healed to have a walk or picnic at least.”

Thror patted him on the back, “That is a relief, come and we will handle this business and you will be demoted again to focus solely on our granddaughter.” Deepening the Prince’s smile on the joint turn from the garage where their jet had let them out to get inside the Palace walls.

All was still locked down on these grounds at least as it would stay out of respect for you to grant you ample protection and trust that you had all the time you needed to recover. While you had been resting the Emperor when not at your side had made a couple trips on the days you were meant to go into the shop to at the very least assure Bilbo that you were all holding up nicely, along with handling a few press updates with simple statements in passing. All that you were improving and following the Doctor’s instructions to continue doing so after a blow to the ribs. They were your main injury that none wished to rush you on as in their required sparring courses rib injuries were abundantly common and known to require a bit of babying to recover from no matter how irritating the bed laying could be. All in all the people were of good spirits knowing ample updates day to day after what could have gone so much worse for everyone involved.

Niro with a smile looped her arm into Thorin’s arm asking, “And what is this I hear about cottage decorations while on your bed rest?”

Thorin chuckled along with Thror, “A tablet was given to keep her distracted, mainly just wall colors and a few rooms down.”

Niro, “It is a start, once the mirrors are taken down off that pillar then we can get to painting and papering the cottage.”

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“Put a little something together for you, my Yuula,” the Emperor said rolling you in the wheeled chair to your 3rd spare bedroom now turned into a mini workshop filled with a selection of the 8 double bases and 12 cellos sent from the orchestra the day prior. “I imagined the orchestra pieces might be wanted to complete first.”

Tearily you looked up at him smiling in his lean forward to give you a hug, “Thank you.”

“I know you just want to be productive, the boys helped me sneak these back, well, not much to sneaking, they are huge, but tagged and organized for you. Bilbo said the Violas come in a few days.”

And that was how your little bed rest rebellion began. Resting in your chair the 2 hours and 40 minutes for the bases went by smoothly. Followed by the first half of the cellos for 2 hours until your brunch came in to by followed by finishing off the cellos that were, via text to Bilbo, moved over in the system and to be taken back to the shop to notify the orchestra in a few days to not spoil the surprise. As if they had already been done and simply gotten shuffled down on the call to pick up list traded for the violas in their drop off. As it went the day of rebellion was followed by two mainly sleeping for the ease of the Healers and Durins only for you to wake to the first six of the 12 violas sent in at a time. Two hours was all it took and to avoid another slump like that again you spaced them out through the day before and after meals to grant you a shower and nap to be rested for supper with Thorin.

The Emperor was pleased to say the least that you were restless and somewhat calm, that your fighting spirit hadn’t taken an injury and sorrow or a deep depression had crept in to keep you wishing to stay in bed forever and never leave these palace walls again. Desserts were group affairs with breakfasts on occasion when you were up to be held together, each adding another tick mark to proof that you would be back to normal soon enough.

Tonight however with the shipment of Athelas plants from Gondor he had sent for the Emperor sat up next to you having helped you lay out on your side. With shirt tucked up revealing the painful black bruise of the handle surrounded by a sea or deep indigo bruises from your side branching onto your back matching those on your legs. Soft and tenderly his voice ebbed and flowed from wall to wall in the squeeze of his fingers around the wet cloth draining the excess warm water mingled with the essence of the ground Athelas blooms causing it to begin to glow. Barely touching the skin over your bruise his hand paused at the clench of your side feeling the heat already of the cloth and hand close to touching the painful spot. A healing bath was set to be drawn for you later today but this bruise and fractures had to be seen to first to ease your discomfort before you could soak in a hot bath preventing risks of losing your breath in the tub from the heat.

Down his hand moved to fold around the bruise as kindly as possible for the slow and steady smooth of the cloth down your ribs to spread the healing ointment. Faintly to his song your skin began to glow and between each stroke of the cloth he would remove it to drench it again to coat your skin some more. Every one showing signs that the bruises were lightening, with eyes shut you controlled your breath to grow accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling of the fractured ribs underneath his palm beginning to seal whole again from the painful crack outwards. The sight from the foot of the bed had Thorin’s hand smoothing comfortingly over your ankle and lower leg eyeing each inch of the astonishing bruise covering your torso. Curiously the boys had asked to watch the process and having heard your bruises would heal as well were glad to get your approval for their filming the process.

Black to Indigo the ribs began to give way to a tolerable purple growing fainter to an olive shade where he would guide your body onto your belly. Up to your shoulders the back of your shirt was eased up revealing the back of your front clasped razorback bra in a stand out nude shade he worked around guiding those indigo bruises around the small bandages he uncovered to smooth the ointment over. Those remaining scabs moistened soaking it all in to heal by morning adding to the stunning process relaxing those watching even more at the growing ease you found to move and breathe again.

Down into the now empty bowl the cloth was settled. And over your back the shirt was eased again for his guiding you to sit up cross legged for a series of easy stretches to test your limberness regained again widening your grin knowing that surely after the bath you’d be mostly back to normal after another day of continuing to rest as much as possible. The return to health was much anticipated though glad for more days of cuddles Thorin stayed close. In private as the boys went to watch and edit the footage down to update the people again who had caught sight of one of your bruises before on your leg when a massage was being given to it in a try to help speed it along. The comments almost all focused on how long it might take to have those indigo bruises to heal on your Hobbity self with others of Hobbit lineage sharing their own long battles with bruises.

The videos surely were seen by your clan, who had called Winge and calmed at the delivery on its way to aid in those lingering wounds paining them greatly. Again and again the footage of the attack was viewed by them watching their brave strong lost heir defeating a formidable foe and foiling the anticipated death toll tipped entirely onto the Avari. Aching to have this week over with wishing to have you greet them in this new kingdom you’d yet to travel to that they could show you all of the secrets they had learned in their stay. They could have come to visit but still clung to the fact they did not wish to overstep as if they had been there in your pained moments they would not have left your side until you were back to yourself again while sharing all you had missed and they had been compiling on personal lists for the decades of your absence sure to spill out of them. But it was just another week until you would arrive, having assured them in your video call times at the back end of Winge’s daily updates that you were still coming on time so they didn’t have to change the Feast of Starlight plans.

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Two sock bunnies sat on your table along the wall while tucked in bed with Thorin on top of the covers beside you watched a film. One baby blue with white spots and a white t shirt complete with blue button paired with an identical bunny in grey and white. Much like for you in the past his speech shot right out of his mind and even sore still a tight hug on your part was met by his gentle embrace pleased to have received your adoration on his skills. One loving dinner had been prepared by him and all night he remained close to you with just a break to change to his flannels and return again to stretch out with you enjoying the film he’d chosen, smiling brightly all the while at your place nestled half against his chest using his shoulder as your pillow. In the morning he’d be off to another final wedding being held out in one of the Southern Dwarf Kingdoms that would keep him away a few days. You wouldn’t be sitting around moping, not with classes beginning this week to sit for and instruments to pretend you weren’t fixing.

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“I’m telling you Amad I don’t know!” Kili huffed out plopping into a chair bedside his brother’s after having been standing so long to show off his mark dots on the shape of a clover on his wrist now in a darker shade of light gold hinting he’d touched his One.

Dis huffed as Vili said, “Well there has to be a hint on how many people you whacked your wrist into while Smaug was terrorizing the school.”

Kili blurted out, “Well what about Fili?! His mark is on his collarbone they’d have had to go under his shirt why isn’t he getting this grilling when he should no doubt know who touched him underneath his clothes! All I know is we were at the game and our marks lit up, so it’s someone that went to the game!”

Dis said, “No deflecting, we are working youngest to eldest. Now from the first sign Smaug was being let loose who did you come into contact with? As best you can remember. There are two clans to research and contact to begin courtship talks.”

Kili sighed and wet his lips looking at his wrist himself trying to remember. “We just came out of the orchestra session and we were in the breezeway, we saw the team, then dagger was thrown. Smaug came out and we grabbed,”

His eyes went wide as Fili’s did realizing who it might be, both groaning out rubbing their hands over their faces, “Mal.”

Dis looked them over asking, “Ok yes she is on the list we took note of on the security footage there is of this. Why the groan?”

Kili lowered his hands to say, “I grabbed her arm and Fi kept her head between us, when we went to the water I had to help him get her to let go of his shirt.”

Vili, “Ok, good candidate then, why the groan do you not like her?”

They both said, “You don’t date your friend’s friends! Bro Code! She’s Jaqi’s only friend outside the clan!”

Kili shook his head, “Can’t be her,” crossing his arms over his chest.

Fili did the same, “She’d never talk to us again.” His folded arms shifting his shirt to show the side of the pale blue jellyfish shaped dots of his mark once more of an off white than a legible shade of blue at all.

The parents relented and let the boys go with word given to Dwalin through his friendship with Bilbo to ask what clan she belonged to on her Dwarf side. A task leaving them less than satisfied as he said he paid no one to that ‘jumble of nonsense’ her father hailed from and had even himself broken free of to choose the more respectable Baggins clan and name for his own to get a fresh start from the life he rarely spoke of beyond a muttered curse. Leaving just one person to ask for any clue without approaching the young Dwobbit herself.

Pt 23

All –

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Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim​, @jotink78​​, @pastelhexmaniac

x Thorin – @evyiione​​, @deepestfirefun​, @queenoferebor​​

X all Rich. A - @abiwim​​, @deepestfirefun​, @thestorybookmistress

#thorin x oc #Bedrest #Decorating app #Busy Work #Repair Jobs #Emperor Winge #King Thror x Queen Niro #Dis x Vili #Fili #Kili #OC Mal #Who's the Mate? #Modern AU #the Hobbit

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HP Crossover Masterlist

. HP Crossovers … Adding to my Masterlist Page

x Charlie Weasley, Sebastian Krum, Barty Crouch Jr/OC’s - Anaticula - Prequel to Ridikulus - Life in Hogwarts and path to bringing down the Dark Lord with the drama of trying to just be a teenager.

Revelio - Series between Anaticula and Ridikulus 

x Thranduil/Glorfindel - Ridikulus -  Once upon a time the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Died protecting him had led them safely to what the imagined to be a new beginning. But the Boy Who Lived didn’t and it’s all left to his former protector to find a new home for all the shattered hearts coated in the ashes of a long standing war. In another last ditch effort to save the survivors from the Battle at Hogwarts Dumbledore’s Army leads the charge to save the other countless children in danger of falling prey to the rising evil in their world. Landing strangely enough in a small hole in the ground…

Anaticula - Revelio - Ridikulus Masterlist

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Leap Year - The child of Lord Celeborn is brought to Middle Earth and aids in a group of wanderers bent on returning home and finds a new home of her own with the Father she had been missing so dearly.

Pt 1 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/619997508259708928/leap-year

Pt 2 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/620813002133946368/leap-year-pt-2

Pt 3 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/620903460427251712/leap-year-pt-3

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Twitch – A young Wizard and her godson arrive suddenly in King Thranduil’s bed. A battle of cultures and misunderstandings ensues.

Pt 1 - 

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x Thorin x Wizard OC, Thranduil x Wizard OC

Be My Baby – Thorin Request –

A series of Wizards stumble into the paths of Kings in the Journey to Erebor.

Pt 1 - Pt 2+ - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20452505/chapters/48553088

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x Fili/Kili x OC, OC x Glorfindel (Possibly Thranduil too)

Ghosts –Radagast finds himself charged with assigning a Wizard to the task of the Journey to Erebor. Gandalf and Saruman are both nowhere to be found leaving him to drastic measures. A few choice ingredients and one unbound soul a not so appreciated and understood guardian is left to abandon her obstinant great niece alone with two strangers in order to aid this kindred soul in his mission. A Son of Durin is sought out and scoffs at the mission leaving her to wander off alone. With Thorin on the hunt for Thrain a surprising volunteer leads the march home again beside the out of place Wizard.

Mal Prologue - Jaqi Pt 1 - Mal Pt 2 – 

Mal Pt 3+ - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18199313/chapters/43501862

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Money Bunny - With powers erratic from the fall to Middle Earth a young woman finds her needs being met in the oddest of ways both hindering her and helping her Company on a quest to reclaim a homeland.

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/611684049156800512/money-bunny

x Thranduil/Thorin

Chap Stick - Fallen to ME. With an excruciating backstory you find it hard to trust the intentions of a certain King and find yourself chained to another when you free yourself from the first. Only to have both scrambling to find you when word of your possible death is spread, leading to a shocking discovery, you’ve married both of them.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 -

Great Consequence – A mother lost in the war Voldemort was waging seeks her revenge on the man who cost her the lives of her sons landing her in a new land trying to heal from all she had done to those who had harmed her along with the unending pain of her loss.

Warning - Mentions of infanticide tying into the Second Wizarding War, OC turned vigilante

Technically this one has a possibility of being a Dwalin/Thorin x oc one but hope it counts all the same :D

Dragons and Deeds – Landing in The Hobbit came a year too early and a warning for the Dwarves comes with an irritated rescue mission.  Fallen to ME – HP Crossover – Dwalin pining – humor - Bagginshield

Heart and Home – A mistaken identity as a Genie has a certain Durin relinquishing his wishes to set you free.  Fallen to ME – Wizard OC – Humor - Argument

Star Crossed – Growing up with the name of a Princess from a vanished kingdom was not easy. And trips to the library for a young Prince brings about a meeting of celestial mischief of a fated union etched in stone and inked for generations to see.  Fallen to ME – mutual pining - angst

Walking Dead – A mysterious masked stranger aids the Company in reclaiming their home. Revealing a 5000 year old curse that none shall be able to remember their face.  Cursed Wizard oc – song – Dwalin centered – hurt oc – wounded oc

Blood and Bonds - Pt 1, Pt 2 – In order to heal Bilbo from a deep sickness the young Wizard helping the Company sets off on a journey to break the sickness and a curse of her own in the process. Two birds with one stone has a heavy blow back on several kingdoms through Middle Earth.  Dwalin centered – Bagginshield – Fallen to ME – HP Crossover – Glorfindel x OC

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Fili/Kili Masterlist

Fili/Kili x OC or Reader Pairings

 Fili/Kili Centered

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- I’m not touching you—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/163372868879/im-not-touching-you

In Dwarf culture the Men aren’t allowed to touch Women without consent, you use it to your benefit in pranking the Princes and other Dwarves pinning the blame on the Princes. Humor – Flirting with Thorin.

Five - Fili/Kili Prompt Request - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/174752536094/five-filikili-prompt-request

Your place in the Council Meetings are a hair past tolerable and when that hair snaps said trouble maker will not repeat the same mistake again. Humor – Fili/Kili Pining

Caught – Fili/Thorin Request - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/174406834639/caught-fili-request

An assumed lost old pranking pal is discovered alive when the King Under the Mountain is restored to his throne and with a special gift said accomplice presents to the King who is now intent on naming her his Queen. Dwarf Reader – Assumed Dead – Courtship Troubles

  Fili / Kili x ? Pairing

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x Fili/Kili –  Miserable - Pt 2 - After a week of hell your allergies leave you in you find yourself otherwise engaged to the brothers who took it upon themselves to see you back to health. Sick OC – Boromir/Faramir Siblings of OC

Please Stop – Fili/kili Prompt Request – A try to show endurance is met by a full body tackle. The Company learns their words have more weight than they assumed. OC Mal – Fallen to ME – Mutant – Bagginshield – humor – Dwarf Customs – self conscious reader

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/183279793564/please-stop-filikili-prompt-request

 x Fili/Kili –  Miserable - Pt 2 - After a week of hell your allergies leave you in you find yourself otherwise engaged to the brothers who took it upon themselves to see you back to health. Culture Clash – Gondorian oc sister to Boromir/Faramir – Hurt/Comfort – Sick OC

Juggling Fili/kili Prompt Request - A sharing of a trick ends with an unexpected engagement and the start to an abrupt change in lifestyle for all involved. Humor – accidental marriage

Pt 1 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/181958284839/juggling-filikili-prompt-request

Pt 2 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/185731615124/juggling-pt-2

Ghosts - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18199313/chapters/43501862

A mysterious guardian of a young woman is continuously told the plans of her ward’s dreams to get anywhere but the tiny town in which she is trapped. Matters only grow more confusing when a certain Wizard arrives calling for aid with two young Princes at his side who instantly refuse to leave their One behind. A fight is had and said mysterious guardian wipes the Ward’s mind taking her belongings and leaves with the Wizard to let said ward handle things on her own as she wishes, leaving behind a subtle key to follow her back to the land the Princes hail from. A mission is taken up and carried out by said guardian while the Ward and Princes bond and slowly agree to return to their old home. Hurt/comfort – Secrets – Wizard OC – Fallen to ME - HP Crossover – OC Mal x Fili/Kili – OC x Pining Thranduil

#Masterlists