Masterlist l Frosticenow
This is the Masterlist of all my fics. I will try and keep it updated as much as possible. All the the fics are posted on AO3.
Modern Girl in Middle Earth
Young Man's Fancy was Turned into the Spring
Relationships: Fíli (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s)
Rating: Mature
Fíli son of Víli and Dís, brother to Kíli and sister-son and heir to Thorin Oakenshield has gone missing without a trace. While his family in the Blue Mountains mourn him, the young prince finds himself in a world different from the one he has always known.
Ongoing
Bagginshield
Diamond in the Garden
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/ Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli/Original Female Character(s)
Rating: Mature (also note this had mpreg in it)
It has been just over three years since the Battle of the Five Armies, and Bilbo had created a life for himself back in the Shire. Most of his friends and family wont speak to him and he lives with a shadow of fear the the dwarrow of Erebor will come back for him and find out about his secret. Unexpected visitors appear on his doorstep on day throwing what he thought he knew into chaos.
Ongoing
Flower that Never Die
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/ Thorin Oakenshield
Rating: Teen
Thorin is trying to support his family by leaving the safety of the mountain. Traveling to the Shire seems like the best way.
Finished
Note: I am planning on reworking this and increasing the length soonish. I also did this for @thorinsspringforge 2023 with @consultingpacha who’s companion piece you can see here.
Thorin/Original Female Character
The Thread of Life
Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character (s)
Rating: Explicit specifically for chapters 4 and 6
Thorin Oakenshield begins his question with a small token. The handmade handkerchief was a small memento from the dwarrowdam he had loved in secret.
This was written for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2022. It is a collaboration with @lathalea, who created the beautiful piece of embroidery and prompt.
Finished
A Funny Thing happened in Gondor
Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character (s)
Rating: Explicit
Thorin is travelling to the Mannish kingdoms to make trade agreements and strengthen Erebor. The first stop is Minas Tirith, where the Steward of Gondor uses politics as a game. Thorin finds an unlikely ally.
Finished
Note: I did this for @thorinsspringforge 2023 with @legolasbadass who’s companion piece you can see here.
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Three Bracelets and a Loaf of Bread
Rating: General
Dis works hard with and for her people. Even if little dwarflings are being spoiled by their adad (father).
This is for The Hobbit and Unexpected Collaboration 2022.
For the Prompt: Everything about Dis
This was written for THUC2022 with @ragsweas
Finished
Frerin/Original Female Character
Oh Brother Where Art Thou
Rating: Teen and Up
In which an injured Prince Frerin finds himself in an unlikely position with his memories gone and surrounded by peculiar creatures with large feet and a fondness for being kind.
For the prompt: 25 - Injured and on his last leg, Frerin didn't know where to go after he was left on the battlefield of Khazad-dum.
Part of The Hobbit an Unexpected Collaboration 2022 event.
This was written for THUC2022 with @biblophilefox82
Finished
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Dating Fíli Headcanons
More headcanons, lucky you!! I figured before I get too big of a collection I might want to post some content about the namesake of this blog lol.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 0.4k
- Y'all ever heard of The Belly (TM)?
- Literal heaven on earth cuddling with this man
- He is THEE best cuddler because: 1) bear 1a) belly 1b) hairy 2) he bathes regularly and makes an effort to smell good (look at that face and tell me he doesn't smell like lavender and thyme)
- He's more likely to fall for dwarrowdams than his brother, probably because he's just always been more appealing to his own folk
- He prizes how interesting and captivating a potential partner is over their rank, much to his family's chagrin (cue Kili aggressively cheering him on)
- He's a very diligent student, and the more cautious of the two brothers
- That's why he takes a while observing you from afar and making sure that he won't be wasting your time if he asks to court you
- That same studiousness makes him very attractive to you
- If he didn't know before, he quickly learns to cook at an artisan/Bombur level to impress you
- He plays the fiddle very skillfully, though he relies on you to come up with new tunes for him to serenade you with
- He loves to read, and if you do too, he will fall HARD when you can discuss the books you read together
- He learned to dance to impress at balls, but he takes to twirling you and waltzing with you in hallways, often early in the morning or late at night when no one else is around
- He definitely spends most of his time forging, however--where do you think all those knives came from?
- You'll have a whole collection before you even get married, with a few gauntlets/bracelets/necklaces in there somewhere
- He gets a huge confidence boost from you oohing and ahhing over his muscles, which thankfully you do often
- One form of affection you both share is playing with each other's hair--it's a perfect way to get each other to relax after long days
- Naps naps naps naps naps naps
- Once again, I cannot emphasize this enough: most ideal and best pillow because he is warm and soft and also he loves you what more could you ask for
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Four for Valentine: Week 4 "Sugar"
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Fili / female OC (Kalâtha)
Important Tags: Fluff, romance, start of a relationship, Dwarven Culture HC
Summary: Put on cooking duty by Thorin, Fili and Kalâtha have a heart to heart about why Fili has been acting so distracted lately. The reason? Dwarves only love once.
Words: 2163
Written for my "Four for Valentine" event 🩷
Tag list: @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @knittastically @heilith @lathalea @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @nowandthane
if you want to be removed or added to my tag list, please let me know 🩷
Dwarves only loved once.
That thought kept distracting Fili during a quest that was sure to become historically known to his kin. And it was embarrassing.
Fili should be focusing on the quest at hand. He should be focusing on keeping his brother protected. And he should be focusing on showing Thorin how far he’d come; that his uncle could be proud to call him crown prince soon. Yet… here he was. Doing the opposite of focusing.
Such an important quest… and all he could think about was her.
Whether the others were aware of what was distracting Fili, he wasn’t sure of. Either way, his uncle had suddenly begun to task him and Kalâtha to do chores together when camping for the night, leaving Kili to work with Ori. Which was odd because his uncle never separated the two brothers. Especially considering the deal Thorin had made with Dis to make sure both her sons stayed close to keep an eye on each other.
So perhaps at least his uncle knew?
It had begun as a childhood crush. Which then stuck with him into his teenage years. He’d thought it would be nothing more but that. But… then in his young adult years Fili felt the crush only grow stronger and grasp onto his heart.
Even when Kalâtha left the Blue Mountains to pursue a path of self discovery, Fili had not felt his feelings dissipate in the slightest. No matter the week long flings he’d had with others, Kalâtha was always the one on his mind in the late hours of the nights, even when not alone in his own bed.
And now…?
Now as they had picked her up from her new life among the humans in Bree (of all forsaken places) and found her just the same, just with a tad more confidence, Fili felt his feelings… blossom. As if he had just fallen down from the cliff he had been hanging from all this time, down into a vast ocean of warmth and uncertainty with the waves of both these feelings crashing into him painfully, anxiously, lovingly… lustfully.
And he was stuck. Because…
Dwarves only loved once.
Did Kalâtha feel the same? Did she look at him differently? Did she even view him this way?
If she didn’t…
“Fili?”
“Huh?” he blurted out a little louder than he should have.
“Are you even listening to me?” she asked, with little malice in her voice. Instead, she was smiling, close to laughing at him… He would be fine if she laughed at him. She could be cruel and vicious to him too if she wanted. It didn’t matter… He was far gone in his love for her and any attention was like a high to him. But she could never be cruel. She was too good for that. Luckily. Because he truly would have let himself be tossed around by her if she so desired.
“Fili?”
She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. He’d gotten lost in her again.
Now, though, she looked worried. “What is up with you? You’ve been acting strange this entire journey. Are you ill?”
Fili shook his head, his braided moustache hitting the sides of his cheeks with the urgency of his gesture. “No, not ill.”
“Then what?”
The two of them were sitting crouched in front of the campfire, waiting for Bofur to get it started. Their task was to cook dinner. Which… Fili had to admit wasn’t his strongest side. Kalâtha ended up doing most of the work.
“What indeed,” Bofur teased with a little look to Fili.
Okay, so the entire company did know what was up with Fili.
Somehow that didn’t comfort Fili in the slightest. It only gave him more anxiety because how could he show his uncle he could lead a people some day when he dropped his daggers or tripped over nothing whenever Kalâtha glanced his way?
“Uh… Well, I’m not quite confident in my cooking abilities,” Fili lied.
Kalâtha giggled. That gorgeous divine giggle that she had. She flipped her beard braids to the side a bit in a cocky gesture at which Fili smirked: “Don’t worry, I know how to make an amazing stew.”
“Good,” Fili responded. “I’d expect nothing less from you.” That had meant to come out as praise because he truthfully thought everything she did was amazing, and perhaps it had because Kalâtha hadn’t originally reacted... But in his stupid state, Fili panicked: “Oh uh… Not because you’re a woman. I simply meant-“
“Fili,” Kalâtha interrupted with a laugh. “You’ve not changed a bit, have you?”
“No… I suppose I haven’t.”
He glared at Bofur as he snickered at the exchange. Great… Another moment where he’d made a fool of himself.
…
During the duration of their chore, Fili did mainly some chopping… and the rest was staring. At Kalâtha.
She was busy, determined to teach Fili the recipe of her stew. But she wasn’t aware of the fact that the only details Fili was taking in were the details of her face, her beard, her hair, her ears, her nose…
He was closer to her now than he was usually when he found himself able to freely watch her. So he saw all these new little details that he adored. Like how she wrinkled her nose a bit when opening the lid of the pot and steam touched her face. Or how her lips moved when she said his name. How sometimes she bit her lower lip when focusing on a task like stirring the stew. Or perhaps it was mild anxiety that made her do so as she was a perfectionist. She was most certainly worrying about this not tasting the way it should, even if that only meant there being a little bit too much or too little salt.
“Fili?”
He blinked out of the stare, quickly pretending that he had, indeed, been listening.
“More salt.”
Fili reached back, not wanting to stop watching her, and grabbed the bag he thought to be salt, handing it to her. Trusting him, she didn’t double check the contents of the bag and simply put the required amount of salt into the stew.
“There. And then, you let it simmer for a few minutes before tasting, so the spices have time to melt into the vegetables and meat.” Kalâtha turned her head to Fili, catching his eye. Or, rather, his stare.
A smile spread over her lips.
He smiled back.
“Did you listen to a single thing I just said?”
Fili eagerly nodded his head. “We have to let it simmer for a bit.”
“And before that?” she tasked him with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh… Basilica makes a good replacement for oregano?”
He hadn’t gotten it right. That was obvious. Because Kalâtha stared at him in disbelief for a moment before shaking her head. “Okay so… are we going to talk about it?”
“What?” Fili asked panicked.
“About what’s up with you? Come on, Fili. You’re my closest friend. At least, you were before I left. You can still talk to me.” She reached out, surprisingly hesitant for the confident woman that she was, and grasped his hand in hers. “Fili?”
“I.. uh…” he stuttered out, the nerve endings in his fingers exploding under her touch and sending shockwaves of literal alarm to his brain, shortcutting everything, it seemed. “Uh…”
And then she looked… sad. Grieved by his seeming hesitance to talk to her.
And all of a sudden any panic, any hesitance, disappeared in an instance because underneath all that fluster and the nerves was the core of his love for her, which burned brighter than any nervousness he might have: and that core was made up of his love language, which was protection.
From everything.
Even little moments of hurt feelings.
And this was one of those.
He squeezed her fingers tightly and stopped stuttering as he reassured her with a determined look: “You’re right. I have been acting strange. A fool, some might say. But that is not because I view you any different. Or… It is, but it is in no way a negative view.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
The bustle of the Dwarves around them doing their assigned chores meant a strange bubble of privacy was created. Only the two of them were listening to each other, others too busy. And it felt more intimate than any other private moment they’d shared before when it was just the two of them in one room.
It helped give Fili the boost of confidence he needed.
“I mean I think you’re… amazing. I have thought so since the first time your parents brought you over during that dinner… Dis and your mother were speaking the entire night, and you were so shy. I didn’t know how to approach you.”
“Kili ended up talking my ear off,” Kalâtha reminisced, smiling wonderfully at what Fili was saying. She seemed a little hesitant… no, nervous? But her confidence, her calmness, was infectious. Despite what Fili was about to admit to her, he felt secure and safe with her. As if no matter what her answer was, he was in good hands. “Then he brought you over and you talked my ear off.”
“That’s – Well, yes, I suppose I did.” She giggled. He smiled. “I didn’t know why I was so nervous approaching you then. Only years later did I realise you made me nervous. But not in a bad way. A good way.”
Kalâtha grew quiet now, watching Fili intently. Or was that… hopeful?
“And then those sort of…”
“Butterflies?” she clarified, as if knowing.
Now Fili grew hopeful too. “Yes…” he breathed out. “Yes, just like butterflies. They stayed. Throughout my entire youth. I thought maybe… it was just…”
“A crush. But then it didn’t go away,” Kalâtha finished for him. As he watched her, dumbfounded by her means to finish his thoughts, she smiled sweetly at him. “My dear, did you think you were the only one?”
“I did, actually.” Fili’s honest response made her the dumbfounded one. “I thought there was no way you could feel this way for me. Especially not since I’ve been acting a fool this entire journey.”
Kalâtha giggled. Then she chuckled and slowly her chuckles turned into a snorting laughter. “Oh,” she managed to get out, “is that why…?”
“Yes.” Fili blushed, his brows furrowing into a pleading look upon which Kalâtha calmed herself down and squeezed their still intertwined fingers to reassure him. “I never thought…”
“Dwarves only love once,” Kalâtha repeated the words Fili had been worrying about this entire time. “I was scared that I’d lost my chance at love to someone who could never even think about liking me back. So I never mentioned it.”
“I… That’s exactly why I never did!”
Then the two shared a bout of laughter together, inching closer to each other in a gesture that was… new but welcome.
But before any more words could be said, or before any other loving gestures could be made – Bofur appeared again.
“How’s food coming along?”
Letting go of each other’s hands, Fili watched as Kalâtha opened the lid of the pot once more and showed the food to Bofur.
He sniffed the aromas happily, either completely unaware of what he had just interrupted, or finding some amusement in interrupting it… Either way, he looked very pleased with himself.
And he also had an extra bag of coins at his side.
“Smells heavenly. A little sweet too, what’s in it?” Bofur asked.
“Sweet?” Kalâtha asked in confusion. “No, it shouldn’t be sweet.” She grabbed a spoon to fill it up with some of the sauce, tasting it…
She pulled a face of surprise, then slight disgust.
She looked around at the spices they’d used, frantically searching for the culprit of whatever had made her stew taste strange enough for her to pull a face Fili hadn’t seen before.
Then she slowly lifted the salt bag. Her eyes shifted to Fili. Bofur glanced between the two of them. “What’s wrong?”
Fili wondered the same thing, raising an eyebrow at Kalâtha.
“Fili… You gave me sugar, not salt.” She looked amused. After their conversation, it was obvious why he’d been distracted enough not to notice this mistake. At least he wasn’t getting reprimanded.
“Well, I’m glad it amuses some of ya. Bombur’s not gonna be quite so happy,” Bofur pointed out.
Kalâtha sighed. “It’s alright. I can fix it. Just tell everyone it’s gonna take a few extra minutes before we eat.”
Bofur left with this message, and somewhere from camp Kalâtha and Fili could hear a distinct ‘aww…’ from Bombur at the disappointment of having to wait longer.
But Kalâtha and Fili didn’t mind in the slightest. Now actually capable of focusing, Fili sat with his arm around her waist, offering her the right ingredients whilst relishing in the feeling of her leaning against him…
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