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middleearthpixie · 13 days

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Better Days ~ Chapter Nineteen

A/N: If you or a loved one is in crisis, or experiencing suicidal thoughts or suicidal ideation, help is available 24/7/365. Call or text the Suicide Crisis Lifeline at 988 or visit their website at www.988lifeline.org.

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it.

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings: Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: Spontaneous kitchen sex, attempted suicide

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.2k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Elena rubbed her eyes as she waited for the Keurig to brew her much-needed coffee. Alyssa had called her near midnight and it was almost two by the time she got off the phone. Although she enjoyed being at her grandparents’ house, Alyssa was homesick and thought she was getting sick again and it took Elena that long to get her to take a wait and see approach to how she felt and reminded her that there were doctors in Florida if she needed one.

She’d originally planned to go to the gym, but when the alarm went off at seven, she turned it off and promptly fell back asleep, only to wake up an hour and a half later groggy as anything. And that was why the coffee was so desperately needed.

She was halfway through that cup when the doorbell rang. With a low sigh, she rose from her chair, padded into the living, to the front door and when she peered through the peephole, she was shocked to see Frerin on the other side.

She unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Frerin, what’re you doing here?”

He offered up a smile that was beyond tired and she tried not to notice the purplish smudges shadowing his eyes. “I just got off work and I wanted to see you.”

“You should just go home and get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, then rubbed his face with both hands, “I probably should, and I will eventually. But, I know you’re pissed at me and I don't blame you, and that’s why I’m here.”

“I’m not pissed.”

“Really?” He lowered both hands. “Because you haven’t asked me in yet.”

“You’re not the only one who had a long night.” She stepped back. “Come on in. No offense, but you look dead on your feet.”

“I just got out of surgery.”

“Surgery?” Elena closed the door as he stepped into the apartment. “Since when are you a surgeon?”

“I’m not.” He shrugged out of his jacket to drape it across the back of the armchair. “I was keeping a twelve year old with an ectopic pregnancy company.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” He followed her into the kitchen and gestured to the Keurig. “Mind if I steal a cup?”

“No, not at all.”

“Thanks.”

She returned to her chair as he stumbled over to the counter to brew himself a cup. “A pregnant twelve year old?”

“Yep. Her dad died at Sidleburg a few months ago and she and her mother were terrified, so when she asked me to stay with her, I did.”

“You’re allowed to do that?”

“The doc doing her surgery is a friend as well. We were in med school together. Reese was pissed, but he’ll get over it.” Frerin turned toward her, leaning back against the counter as he lifted the cup to his lips. “And even if he doesn’t, I don't give a shit.”

It didn't surprise her in the least, that he’d chosen to stay with a frightened child and risk the wrath of his boss. In the short time they’d been seeing each other, that they’d known each other, really, Elena had seen how he cared about his patients, and his job as well. “I’m sure it meant a lot to the little girl.”

“Yeah. Well, I like kids. It’s why I went into Pediatrics to begin with.” He lowered the cup and met her stare. “And I’m sorry I stood you up again. You should only know how much I wanted to tell Reese to go to hell.”

Thinking of the lingerie she had tucked away in her underwear drawer, Elena smiled. “Not nearly as much as I wanted you to.”

“I swear, I will make it up to you.”

“Frerin—”

“No, I will.” He set the cup on the counter. “I don't know when, but I will.”

Elena rose once more, moving over to stand before him. “You can’t promise it, Frerin. We both know the odds of you being pulled in to work a double shift are far too great.”

He let out a low sigh. “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

“So, why don't you go home and get some sleep? You look almost dead on your feet.”

“I don't want to sleep and if I push through, I’ll sleep tonight instead of totally screwing up my system by going to sleep now.”

With that, he reached for her hand and gave a gentle tug to draw her up against his chest. He bent to her, his lips warm and soft as they caught hers and when they met, Elena slid her hand up along his neck to tug him closer still.

That was all it took. Fire met kindling and as his tongue met hers, her fingers went to the top of his button-down and as nimble as anything, flew down the column of buttons, then tugged the wrinkled cotton from his shoulders while he just as hurriedly swept her tank top over her head.

Her head fell back, her skin prickling from his beard as he swept a hot kiss along her neck, and down into the valley between her breasts. There was nothing slow or teasing about those hot lips, and he wasn't at all gentle when they closed about her beaded left nipple to suck hard at it, and that was just fine with her. He caught it between his teeth, flicked the tip of his tongue over it, and she couldn’t hold back her gasp, knots already twisting deep within her core.

His hands curved about her ass, cupping her cheeks to pull her hard against him and when he thrust against her, the firm ridge of his erection ground into her mound, the damp heat between her thighs erupting almost at once at the sensation. Almost of their own volition, her fingers caught his belt, tugged to unbuckle it, and as he caught her tongue to draw into his mouth, she unbuttoned his trousers, slid her hand into the dark heat of his boxer briefs, and when her fingers curled about his cock, he exhaled hard into her mouth and shuddered against her.

She slipped her fingertip over his slit, caught the silky fluid bubbled there to stroke it along his heated, veined length, then wrapped him in her hand to offer up a slow, teasing stroke that had him moaning into her mouth now.

With each stroke, he met her, and in response, he slipped a hand into her sleep shorts, into her heat, and when those thick fingers slid through her dampness, through her slick, it was her turn to moan into his mouth. A shower of tingles rained over her at his touch, at the sensations he sent rocketing through her.

He played with her, his fingertips teasing as they moved along her aching, damp flesh, dragged his thumb roughly over her clit to sent a jet to fire streaking through her. She gasped, that gasp becoming a moan as he then circled her clit with a slow, teasing stroke. Her body hummed from the pleasure thrumming through her, her desire for him growing into a ravenous hunger, that had her digging her fingernails into his shoulder, tightening her grip on his cock, as he teased her and tortured her in the most sensual way possible.

She shivered with each lazy circle, with each rough sweep over her clit, her head spinning like crazy and her entire body begging to have him inside her. Her fingers teased along his shaft, swept lightly along the ridge, back to his slit and toward his body once more.

He thrust a finger inside her. Fire burst through her, her body tightening about him a little more with each slow stroke. Her body hummed with pleasure, hot and sweet, and his kisses grew hungrier with each thrust. She rocked to meet him, that humming growing even stronger as he crooked the finger inside her and stroked over the sweetest, most sensitive part of her body.

She clamped down on him, her back arching as the knots erupted and tingling white hot bliss flooded her body. He teased her with that finger, tortured her in the sweetest way possible as she rolled her hips to meet him, his name a breathless cry on her lips.

“Fre-Frerin… oh… God…” Her moan rolled through the kitchen, her orgasm hard and sharp and making her head spin like crazy as fire flooded her.

He slid his finger free, but before she could protest, he lifted her onto the counter, crouched down to fish his wallet from his trousers with a sheepish smile. The smile made sense and made her smile as well as he fished a condom from it. “I was optimistic.”

“You are wise, Dr Durin.”

His smile went from sheepish to sinful as he tore open the packet and unrolled the condom over himself. She shivered at the fire in his eyes, the promise in his smile, as he pushed between her thighs, and a moment later, he breached her and offered up a powerful thrust. Then another. And another. He surged hard. He thrust deep. His moan mingled with hers as she wrapped her legs about his hips and rocked to meet him, a second orgasm building as the dark, coarse curls at the base of his cock ground hard against her already too-sensitive clit to offer up a delicious sensation that was half-pleasure, half-pain and had her melting all around him as he pumped into her.

The kitchen grew hotter by the moment a fine mist of sweat rising along Frerin’s back as she dug her fingernails into his slick skin and surrendered to the moment. The knots were back, tighter and hotter than ever, and her throat felt raw from her cries but she couldn't hold them back. Each thrust fired her desire hotter still, fed her arousal, her need to come yet again and as she reached the summit, Frerin growled low in his throat, “Squeeze me, baby… squeeze my cock… just like that… oh, yes… oh, baby.. oh, holy fuck, Elena, yes… yes!”

He thrust hard, arched deep, and she clung to him as his released triggered hers and they came together, his pleasure feeding of hers, her body devouring his. She dragged her fingernails across his back as she shuddered and pulsed about him, as she tightened her thighs, to pull him deeper still. Her head spun. Her heart threatened to erupt from her chest. Stars burst before her eyes as he surged one last time, then sank against her, his body trembling as he whispered, “Oh… holy fuck… Elena…”

He wasn't the only one trembling. Black dots danced before her eyes as she clung to him, the pleasure swirling through her still so hot and sweet. She couldn’t breathe. Didn't trust herself to speak. She just wrapped her arms about his neck and pressed her cheek into his soft hair, whispering, “Oh, my God…”

A soft laugh brushed her shoulder, followed by an even softer kiss and he murmured, “I love you…”

The spinning in her head subsided, her vision cleared, and when he drew back and she met his blue eyed gaze, she whispered, “What?”

A hint of a sheepish smile came to his lips. “Yeah… I didn't mean to blurt it out like that, but… damn… Elena, I do.”

Her stomach fluttered at the low purr of his voice, and the soft heat in his eyes, and the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her as she whispered, “Frerin… I—”

“It’s okay if you don't love me back,” he broke in gently. “I know it’s kind of sudden and I’m kind of a mess of a man, but—”

It was her turn to cut him off and she did so by gently pressing her hand to his lips. “Hush.”

The outer corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled and nodded and she lowered her hand to say, “And you are only a little bit of a mess, you know. But, you’re also in the middle of a divorce, so, are you sure that’s not just the post-fuck euphoria speaking?”

“It could be,” he admitted with a nod, stepping over to the trash can, and then coming back to her, pausing only to reach for the towel on the kitchen table. “But, I don't think so. I think about you all the time, Lena. When I’m with you, the time just flies by, and when I’m not, it drags. I want you to meet my kids.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in his voice and she met his serious blue-gray eyes. “Frerin, are you sure? I mean, we haven’t been seeing each other all that long.”

“I know. That’s my one hesitation.” He eased his boxer briefs and trousers back up and fastened them. “I’ve proven I’m not that great at relationships, either. I got married when I probably shouldn’t have and stayed married long after we should have split up. And I—”

A hint of color swept along his cheekbones and she waited for him to continue. When he didn't, her stomach gave an odd lurch. “Frerin?”

“Toni wasn't the only one cheating. I had an affair after I found out about her and the kid. It was short and purely physical, but… I did it. I’m not proud of it, but I have to be honest with you.”

Elena swallowed hard as she carefully eased down from the counter. “With someone you work with?”

He nodded. “Yeah. She is one of the hospital social workers. I met her when I called her down for a consult and bumped into her a few days later at my brother’s bar. Next thing I knew… well… it was only that once, but I felt like such a shit over it. The neighbor kid had been going balls deep into my wife for months at that point, so I thought what was good for the goose and all.”

Elena stepped into her shorts to pull them up. “So it was only that one time?”

“Yeah. I was pissed off at Toni and envious of my brother, because he and his then-girlfriend, now-wife had just gotten together and I thought the world owed me. It was a waste of time, though, because once it was over? I hated myself for it. But, Lena, I swear to you, I don't normally fuck around and I will not fuck around on you. And I—I don't know where this is going to go, and I don't know if you’re seeing any other guys, but I’m not seeing anyone else and I don't want to see anyone else.”

Elena’s tank top skimmed softly along her as it fluttered down. “I’m not seeing anyone else, either, Frerin. And I don't really want to, but…”

“But…” He caught her hands in his. “But what?”

“But… you’re still in the middle of what sounds like a messy divorce, Frerin. And I guess I’m a little gun-shy myself. My ex-husband was a serial cheater and—”

“I’m not a cheater, Elena. In twenty years with Toni, it was one time. I swear to you, it isn’t something I make a habit of.”

With that, he stepped up to her, catching her face in his hands, and she bit back a sigh as his thumbs swept lightly along her cheeks. “I promise you, honey, I am not going to fuck around on you. And it’s not post-fuck euphoria, either. I love you.”

She wanted to believe him. She so wanted to believe him and in her heart of hearts, she did, but at the same time, she couldn’t help her hesitation.

His eyes softened. “Elena, you can trust me. I swear to you, I am not going to hurt you. And if you want to slow it down, or throw me out of here, I won’t stop you, but I’m hoping you won’t.” A hint of a smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Because I have to admit, sex with you is the best sex I’ve ever had and I really hate to give that up.”

She stared at him for a long moment, but then she smiled. “Are you serious?”

“I am dead serious, Lena. I mean, about all of it, but definitely about the sex.”

“Frerin!”

He slid his arms about her waist and lifted her to meet his gaze. “Sex with you is amazing, honey. No sane man would want to give it up.”

“You are terrible, do you know that?”

“I’m tired and not in my right mind.”

“So, then you don't love me?”

“Oh, no, I meant that.”

She curled her legs about his waist. “How do I know that?”

He offered up a sinful—if tired—smile. “I’ll find some way to prove it to you.”

“You asleep?”

Elena smiled as Frerin nuzzled her, her eyes heavy lidded and her entire body gone to mush. “Not yet, no. I’m just very cozy.”

He lifted his head. “Cozy, eh? Cozy is good.”

“Cozy is wonderful.” She trailed a fingertip lightly along his bearded cheek. Her body still tingled from his attentions. “I am a lucky girl…”

He shifted to stretch out alongside her, and she sighed softly, curving up against him to rest her head against his chest. “You should get some sleep,” she murmured, slipping her fingers through the dark gold hair sprinkled across his chest. “You’ve had a long day.”

“Yeah. I know.”

His fingers moved slowly along her hair, then down over her shoulder and along her arm. Little by little, they slowed and his breathing slowed as well. Rising slightly to gaze down at him, she whispered, “Frerin?”

“Mmmm?”

“I love you, too.”

He didn't open his eyes, but he did smile. “I knew it.”

His arm tightened about her and he pressed a kiss into the top of her head when she settled back alongside him. With a soft sigh of contentment, Elena let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep in Frerin’s arms.

****

The buzzing of a cell phone roused Elena from sleep and she lifted her head to see Frerin’s phone dancing across her bedside table. “Frerin? It’s yours.”

He sat up. “What? Who?”

“Your phone.”

Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he grabbed the skittering phone with his other and brought it up to his face. “”What is it, Toni?”

Elena came more awake at his growl, smiling when he said, “Yeah, it’s kind of a bad time. What is it?” A brief pause, then an incredulous, “What? When? Yeah… I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

With that, he tossed the phone down and bolted up from the bed to snatch his pants and briefs from the chair in the corner. He practically jumped into them. “I’ve got to go, Elena.”

She sat up. “Why? What happened?”

He looked up, the blood drained from his face and what could only be described as fear in his eyes. “It’s Jake… my youngest… Toni’s in the ER with him. He… uh… he tried to hurt himself.”

Her stomach kinked. “What?”

“Yeah. He—uh—look, I’ll call you when I can, okay?”

She jumped up from the bed. “Why don’t you let me drive you, Frerin?”

“I’m fine. I just… I have to go.”

“Yeah, okay. Call me when you get a moment.”

“I will.” He tugged his shirt over his shoulders, snatched up his shoes, brushed her lips with a kiss and then was gone. A moment later, her front door slammed and an eerie silence filled the apartment.

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Modern AU #ER AU #Hospital AU #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

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possibly-a-table-or-just-gay · 1 month

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I love sibling dynamics, what can I say

#i rlly like this but i dont think ill be able to fit it into a fic #so here it is lol #thorin oakenshield #lady dís #dís #frerin #dwarves #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #bagginshield #bilbo baggins #i make shit sometimes #the hobbit/lotr college au #modern lotr

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consultingpacha · 1 year

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Meet Frerin, Thorin’s little brother and Crowned Prince of Erebor.

This is how he looks at the Roots for a Mountain universe 💅🏽✨ an AU in which he is very much alive, because I asked myself the question cowards dare not to ask: If hot, why dead? And so I made him survive Azanulbizar and fulfill his destiny as Erebor’s local royal flirt

Read the fic here!

#frerin #durins #Roots for a Mountain #bagginshield #fic #wip #my art #hobbit #dwarf

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fishfingersandscarves · 2 years

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“Balin and Oin are going to have apoplexy, and Father is going to spontaneously combust,” Frerin whispered, staring at Gimli in horror. Thorin did not answer. He had his head in his hands.” @determamfidd

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #sansûkh #sansukh #drew this during illustration class lol #thorin oakenshield #frerin #legolas greenleaf #gimli son of gloin #determamfidd #fic rec #im rereading rn and i had to draw thorin in the shinji pose

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lordoftherazzles · 11 months

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Where The Shadows Lie by LordOfTheRazzles

bagginshield | vampire/slayer au | explicit

Bag End Bed & Breakfast collects more dust than customers these days. An unexpected visit lands a company of royal vampires into Bilbo’s care. As he learns to coexist, he discovers secrets to his lineage.

↳ NOW ON AO3

#the hobbit #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #lady dis #frerin #the company of thorin oakenshield #vampire!au #modern!au #hobbit fic #bagginshield fic #hobbit fanfic #razzywrites #fic: where the shadows lie

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hellsite-users-blog · 2 years

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Naptime ft. teenage Thorin and Frerin with lil baby Dìs 💖

#thorin oakenshield #frerin #dìs #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #help me i cant stop making pre-smaug durin siblings content #if anyone knows a fic that contains pre-smaug durin siblings content pls tell me I'm desperate #I'm so haunted by this concept fr #my art

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immacaria · 19 days

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Last Line Tag

I'm currently on a deadline to finish a fic and I'm working on this bitch almost every single second that college allows me to, that's why I have to say that I literally wrote this just NOW: As always, thank you so much for the tag, @tj-dragonblade, I love doing these things!!

He was twenty-five at the time, trying to conceal how everything was breaking on the inside. His mother’s passing had been six years prior, but his father was still mourning her, curling on himself in a way nobody could reach him, not even his own children. The coffee shop was officially on his name at the time, after Grandmother Munin died and left everything split between Dís, Frerín and him because that was Grandmother Munin for you, always one step ahead of everyone. Things were reaching a breaking point for him when that wall, which had always been so blank and simple, caught his attention. It was night and Thorin had taken Dís and Frerín to the Arkenstone in an attempt to distract them from yet another of Thráin’s episodes. He was making [...]

#fanfic #my fanfic #my fic #macca writes #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #lady dís #durin family #frerin the hobbit #the hobbit

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vee-vee-writes · 2 years

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Imagine Thorin looking out for you after your bethrothed, Frerin, dies at the Battle of Azanulbizar

Being a similar age to Frerin the two of you had grown up together in Erebor.

He’d always admired you but it was not until after the Sack of Smaug that he’d realised how deep his feelings actually run.

You were running yourself ragged trying to help the sick, injured, and orphaned among the refugee population - never once pausing to take proper care of yourself.

You’d made yourself a true leader in this time of adversity - strong willed, hardworking but tender hearted.

So Frerin had quickly confessed his feelings to you and asked if you would allow him to court you.

After a brief but intense whirlwind of a courtship the two of you were ready to take the next step when Thror, in his ever increasing deluded state, had decided that it was time to take back Moria.

So Frerin promised you that you’d be wed in your ancestral home as soon as victory was claimed.

However, such a time would never come as when the battle ended and the men returned Thorin was the only Durin who came back.

It was he who delivered the news to you of his brothers gruesome death, collapsing on your floor in an almost catatonic state that you had never seen the prince in - shaking with unimaginable grief over all he had lost.

You’d joined him on the floor that night, crying for your lost love, curled up in Thorin’s arms as you consoled one another.

Since that day the two of you had gained a newfound respect and friendship. You’d always gotten along but it seemed that you had a deeper understanding of the sorrow and burden that one another faced.

With no family left and your betrothed dead, you followed Thorin devoutly. He, Dìs, and her sons were the closest thing you had to family.

This was owed in part to your growing up with them and Frerin’s insistence that you be involved in family matters as much as possible.

In the hardest months following Frerin’s death when you were grief stricken and ill, Thorin nursed you making sure you ate regularly, hydrated, and slept enough.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough to be dealing with as the crown prince and now sole leader of his people, but you were his family and he knew that it was his brothers wish that he looked after you

Besides, you had always been a friend and had come to be like a sister to the darrow.

Thorin would make sure that you shared lodgings with him, Dìs, and the young princes so that he knew you were safe and warm for the night.

If the five of you were sleeping out as the caravan of refugees wandered the wilderness then he’d make sure you were tucked up securely with his sister, the two princes in between you, as he watched on.

When the lot of you had settled in the Blue Mountains and Thorin had forged his halls, there was always a warm bed and meal for you.

The pain of losing Frerin lessened with time but never truly went away. On your worst days Thorin would simply sit with you and braid your hair as you both got lost in your thoughts of times long passed.

The intimacy of the act of hair braiding brought you a great comfort and lessened the ache of loneliness. Instead the two of you felt more whole in these moments than any other, relishing in your small family.

Overall, despite the gruffness and sourness that continued to grow in his chest the longer you all strayed from Erebor, Thorin would ALWAYS make sure you felt welcomed and accepted as another Durin. Mahal knows that if his brother had survived that you’d have certainly been one.

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#the hobbit #lotr #the hobbit fic #thorin oakenshield #lord of the rings #thorin fic #the hobbit x reader #Frerin #frerin x reader #thorin oakenshield drabble #thorin oakenshield fanfiction #thorin imagine #Durin

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fellowshipofthefics · 8 months

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The Broken Shield

SOTWK

Thorin and Frerin, the young Princes of Erebor, rise above the grudges and prejudices of their forefathers to forge an alliance with the Elves of Mirkwood during the War of the Dwarves and Orcs. But the tenuous bonds of friendship are shattered when tragic losses suffered by both sides lead to grievances, misunderstandings, and an even greater divide between the two races.

#hobbit fic #Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife #thorin oakenshield #Thranduil #Frerin #tw: major character death #SOTWK

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smoking-old-toby · 1 year

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i was minding my own business, browsing through the 'bilbo stays in erebor' tag on ao3, when i came across this fic...

everyone lives and when dis comes to erebor after bofta frefin is with her (having never died) and bilbo and frefin are instantly smitten with each other it's so goddamn cute. you know i'm a big bagginshield fan but i didn't know i needed this fic in my life

when the lion meets the fox by @snickiebear

#hobbit fic rec #the hobbit #bilbo x frerin #smoking old toby

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middleearthpixie · 5 months

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Better Days ~ Chapter Eighteen

Dunraven Pub Series- Modern AU

A/N: It's been a long time since I last updated this - I hope some people still remember it... Anyway, school is winding down for the semester and so most of my fics should be updated on a more regular basis as a result. Thank you for your patience! 💜

Pairings: Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.5k

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Frerin groaned as he let his head thunk against his desk. “Again?”

“Sorry, Frerin, we’ve got three docs out with the flu.”

“Yeah, a likely story.” He picked his head up once more. “This is ridiculous, Jay, I spend more time in the ER than I do up here and I have to cancel plans with someone again.”

Jay Reese, Sidleburg’s chief of staff, nodded. “I know. I’m not happy about it, either, but we need docs down there.”

“I’m a pediatrician, Jay.”

“You still went to med school, didn't you? Look, it sucks and I know it sucks, but until the hiring freeze is lifted and we get actual warm bodies who know what they’re doing, we have to pick up the slack. I had plans, too, and I’ll be seeing patients down there as well.”

“Mine involved a gorgeous brunette I was planning to be naked with,” Frerin grumbled. “And now, I’ve got to cancel those plans—again, I’ll remind you—to work a double shift—again as well—in a department I’m only barely qualified to work in.”

“You’ve got an MD after your name. That’s more than barely qualified and kids come into the ER as well.”

“So, then let me get back to working on the pediatric ER. At least then it will make sense for me to be down there.”

Reese sighed, closing Frerin’s office door behind him. “Look, I’ll be honest with you, I don't see that getting off the ground any time soon. There just isn’t money in the budget for it. We’re trying to keep the doors open as it is and going to the board with an idea that will help the smallest of fractions of the population isn’t what they’re looking to okay right now.”

Frerin sat back in his chair, staring at Reese. “What if I can find the funds? I haven’t written a grant proposal since the dark ages, but I’ll do it if it means I have a decent reason to be down there. You should see the looks I get when a guy who comes in because he’s nearly taken a thumb off trying to change the cord on a weedwhacker realizes he’s got a pediatrician taking care of him. Unlike you, they don’t seem to realize I also went to med school.”

“They don't care what specialty you are, long as you’re a doc and you know it.” Reese skirted one of the two chars in front of Frerin’s desk to sink into it. “And honestly, you’re good down there, Frerin. Patients like you. The nurses like you. The students like you.”

“I’m not an ER doc and I have no desire to be one.”

“But you’re willing to open and run a pediatric ER.”

“That’s different. Look, Fritock is a jackass and I’m not answering to her. As long as I’m covering the ER, I don't have a choice. I run the pedes ER and I do have a choice. I’ll answer to you, but not her.”

“Yeah, no one likes her, but she’s competent and keeps that place running.” Reese rubbed his forehead and let out a low sigh. “So, can you cover Riley’s shift?”

“I don't have a choice, do I?”

“Sure you do. But say yes and I’ll see what else I can do about funding for the pedes ER.”

“That’s extortion, Jay.”

“I know. But we need you to cover the ER tonight. Your girlfriend just has to understand.”

“She already does, but damn… I was looking forward to tonight.”

“Just think of this as foreplay,” Reese said, rising from the chair. “The longer you make each other wait, the sweeter the payoff.”

“Get out of my office.”

“I owe you, you know.”

“Yes, you absolutely do!”

Reese chuckled as he pulled the door closed behind him and Frerin swore softly beneath his breath as he overheard Reese flirting with Katie, as he did every time he came through the department.

“God damn it,” Frerin muttered, staring at his phone, lying face down on the corner of his desk blotter. The last thing he wanted to do was cancel on Elena again.

With a low sigh, he reached for the phone and turned it over to toggle to his contacts, scrolling down until he reached her number, then tapped it.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you.”

Elena’s purr sent a shiver along his spine even as his gut kinked. “What were you thinking, or do I not want to know?”

“Well, I was thinking about tonight. But,” a slight hesitation crept into her voice, “I have a bad feeling that tonight is in jeopardy.”

He leaned his head back, his eyes closing as he silently cursed out the irresponsible docs who thought nothing of calling out and left everyone else to pick up their slack for them. Christ, he was tired of it. “I’m sorry, honey, but—”

“You have to cover for someone in the ER again, don't you?”

Her voice was flat, which made his gut kink harder. Toni used to complain about the same thing. It was one of the constant sticking points in their relationship and the one that he couldn't fault her for having. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. But three docs called out and I’m here, so…”

“I understand,” she replied flatly. “Another time, then. It’ll keep.”

“I don’t like it any more than you do, but—”

“No, I get it, Frerin. You don't have to explain it.”

“I know you get it, and that’s what pisses me off,” he replied, drumming his fingertips against his desk. “Reese has me because he knows how important the pedes ER is to me and he uses it as leverage. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. But, I swear to you—”

“I know, and it’s okay. Like I said, it’ll keep for another time.”

“I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Don’t be. It comes with the territory.” She sighed softly. “Just give me a call when you do have a free day, I guess.”

His fingers went still. “Elena, you know I’d rather be seeing you tonight.”

“I know, but I also know that it’s silly to try to make any sort of plans because this seems to happen a lot. And I know it’s because you’re shorthanded and I know you don't have a lot of say in the matter, but it’s still aggravating as hell. So, before this devolves into a fight, just call me when you’re home and can actually get together, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll talk to you soon, then.”

“I hope so. Bye.”

She clicked off and he tossed his phone back onto the desk with a muttered, “Fuck,” and sank back in his chair again, staring up at the ceiling.

“It’s always the same thing, Frerin! We make plans and you cancel because someone else decides they don't feel like coming in to work and I’m tired of it. Work always comes before me. Before me. Before the kids. Before everything. Always!”

Those words, or some variation of them, were all too familiar, as Toni lobbed them in his direction more than once. And there was definitely truth to them. He’d missed school plays, school field days, sporting events, dance or band recitals—you named it, he’d missed it because he’d gotten stuck at the hospital.

Toni begged him for years to go into private practice. He’d make twice the money and work half the hours. No weekends. No overnights. He’d have time for family. He’d have time for her.

Maybe if he had gone into private practice, neither one of them would have fucked around on the other one. Maybe if he made the change now, he could keep his relationship with Elena from falling apart.

Maybe.

In his top desk drawer, he found the business card a colleague had given him last summer, at a conference on Maui. A private practice not far from Sidleburg had been looking for docs and maybe—just maybe—they still were.

He stretched for his phone again and dialed.

“Good morning, Hunterdon Pediatrics.”

“Good morning. Is Dr. Mendham in?”

“Oh, I’m afraid she’s out of the office today. Can I take a message or put you into her voicemail?”

“Voicemail, please.”

“One moment.”

He waited for the automated greeting to wind down, then said, “Hi, Emilia, it’s Frerin Durin over at Sidleburg Memorial. I was wondering if you were still in the market for another pediatrician. Just give me a call back at your earliest convenience and maybe we can work something out. My number is…”

Elena sighed as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom, scowling at the overnight bag sitting, all ready to go, on her bed. In it, were the makings of a romantic night that would hopefully knock Frerin’s socks off (along with whatever else he happened to be wearing at the time) as per the Book of Heather. Brand new lingerie that would be relegated to the back of her closet because somehow, she had the feeling she was not going to hear from Frerin any time soon.

Work.

Work was always the excuse. Work was why Dan was always late or had to travel. Then she realized work meant fucking a coworker.

But Frerin was different.

Wasn’t he?

She sighed, leaning her head against the doorjamb. Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. She was just such a poor judge of character when it came to men. She saw what she wanted to see as opposed to who the guy in question actually was.

She wanted to see Frerin as a decent guy, interested in more than just getting off.

She wanted to see him as relationship material—faithful and upfront with her. And interested in more than just getting off.

But at the same time, he had a very convenient reason ready-made and always believable. And he was a guy, so maybe he wasn't interested in more than just getting off.

How depressing.

How infuriating.

Another sigh and she moved to swipe the bag up from her bed and all but threw it into the closet, then slammed the door. It made her feel better, but only for a minute. When the initial sense of satisfaction faded, she realized she felt rather empty. She’d been looking forward to seeing him again, especially to seeing if Heather’s prediction would come true.

But it wasn't meant to be.

****

The ER was a madhouse. For the better part of twelve hours, Frerin did nothing but run from one exam room to another. A three car pileup on Route Nine. A Christmas tree fire that brought a family of five in with various degrees of burns and smoke inhalation. Two emergency deliveries—one a C-section to boot—and seven merry makers not quite ready to let go of the season who drank bad egg nog and were now currently hunched over emesis basins puking their guts out.

By seven o’clock, Frerin wasn’t certain he’d remember his own name if anyone asked. He sank onto the sofa in the doctor’s lounge, head back, a coffee mug in one hand, and as his eyes closed, he muttered, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“Dr. Durin?”

“He’s not here.”

“You’re needed in Curtain Three.”

He lifted his head and opened his eyes to stare at Carol. “Are you kidding me? I just sat down. First time since four o’clock. Christmas is over, why are they all still coming through here full of egg nog and candy canes?”

“Because some people don’t want the season to end, Dr. Scrooge.” She moved to the counter where the Keurig was and opened the cabinet to take out a Krispy Kreme pod. “But, I promise you, this one isn’t throwing up. At least, not yet.”

He swallowed a mouthful of coffee. “Is it at least someone under eighteen?”

She nodded. “Twelve year old. Possibly appendicitis. A real, live pedes case for you.”

“Wonderful.” He pushed up from the sofa with a crinkle of what had to be thirty year old naugahyde, and bowed his back with a low groan before setting his cup on the table. “Curtain Three?”

“Yeah. Holly is waiting for you.”

“Thanks.” He tugged open the lounge door and maneuvered his way through the sea of bodies toward Curtain Three.

He paused outside the closed drapes that acted as privacy walls. “Jessica Mauro?”

“Come in.”

He stepped around the curtains to find a pale and tired-looking preteen girl in the narrow bed, and an equally tired looking older blonde woman sitting next to it. He looked over at Holly. “This my rule-out appy?”

Holly nodded. “She has lower right quadrant pain and a temp of one-oh-one. No vomiting but she’s tender to the touch.”

“Okay. Let’s take a look.” He took the chart and perused it briefly, then set it on the tray table. “Hi, Jessica. I’m Dr. Durin. You’re not feeling so well?”

She shook her head. “I feel like crap, to be honest.”

“Jessie!”

“Sorry, Mom.”

Frerin smiled, reaching for the box of gloves on the shelf near the bed. “It’s all right, Mrs….?”

“Mauro also.”

“It’s not the worst thing I’ve heard today, Mrs. Mauro. Tell me, when did the pain start?”

Jessica pursed her lips. “It’s been bugging me all day, but I thought it was just,” she case a side eye glance at her mother, “really bad cramps.”

A hint of color came to her cheeks as she said it and he moved closer to her bedside. “No worries. Do you mind if I take a look?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Good.” He tugged the hospital gown up and carefully pressed about the general area, freezing when she gasped and cried out at the same time. “Sorry about that, Jessica. There’s no other way to do that.”

“So, it’s her appendix?” Mrs. Mauro asked.

“It could be, but we need to rule out a few more things first.” He looked up at her. “Why don’t you go and get a cup of coffee while I chat with Jessica for a few minutes.”

Mrs. Mauro sat up straighter. “Is there something else it could be? Something I should worry about?”

“I didn't say that.” He glanced over at Holly. “Nurse DeLuca, could you show Mrs. Mauro where the coffee machine is?”

“Sure. Come with me, Mrs. Mauro. Dr. Durin only needs a few minutes.”

She looked over at her daughter, who said, “It’s okay, Mom. I’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“Five minutes, Mrs. Mauro,” he said, holding up one hand, fingers splayed out.

He waited for Holly and Mrs. Mauro to leave, and then turned back to Jessica. “How old are you, Jessica?”

“Thirteen… well, I’ll be thirteen in two weeks.”

“My daughter’s thirteen. It can be a tough age.” He drew over the low stool and sank onto it. “So, you’re in sixth grade?”

“Seventh.”

“Seventh grade. I remember seventh grade.” He smiled. “Do you have a boyfriend, Jessica?”

She shrugged. “Kind of.”

“Kind of. Kind of how?”

“I don’t know. Just… kind of…” She twisted the blanket’s binding as she added, “Why?”

“Well, I just need a bit of history, to rule out anything else. And I can get another nurse to come in here if you’re uncomfortable with me. Or we can wait until your mom comes back, if you’d be more comfortable that way.”

“No, this is okay.”

“Good. I’m going to ask you a couple of questions that might be uncomfortable, but it’s really important that you’re honest with me, Jessica. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“When was your last period?”

“I told the nurse it was right around Thanksgiving.”

“Before or after?”

“Uh.. before, I think.”

“Okay, now when you say you have a boyfriend, are you doing anything with him?”

“Why?”

“Because there are certain conditions that present like appendicitis, but aren’t. And I need to rule them all out.” He pulled off his gloves to toss into the trash can. “So, are you doing anything with him?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Kissing or more?”

“More.”

He drew in a deep breath. “Are you and this boy having sex?”

She didn't answer at first, but a deep blush swept up along her cheekbones and she nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Are you using anything?”

“We used a condom.”

“Good. That’s good. Protect yourself. That’s the most important thing.”

“But it slipped off.”

“It slipped off?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. He said he found it, though. You cannot tell my mom any of this. She will absolutely kill me if she finds out.”

“I’m not going to tell your mother, Jessica. Not without your permission.”

“Wait, you mean, you aren’t going tell me that my mom won’t kill me? That I should tell her?”

“Well, in a perfect world, yeah, you should tell her. But it’s your decision, not mine. You know your mother.”

Her dark eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you think I should?”

“Well, let’s wait and see what the problem is first, okay?”

“What do you think it is?”

“I want to run a couple of tests and it won’t take long.” He looked up as Holly and Mrs. Mauro came back. “Ah, perfect timing. Holly,” he rose from the stool and moved over to her, “let’s get a CBC, and urine dip and check the icon.”

Mrs. Mauro looked from Holly to him. “What are those?”

“Routine bloodwork. I’ll need your consent for them, though.” He took the chart from the tray and held it out.

“Is one of them a pregnancy test?”

“It’s routine, Mrs. Mauro. All female patients of child bearing age are tested.” He held out a pen as well.

“Why would you test a twelve year old girl?”

“Because twelve year olds who have already gotten their periods can get pregnant.”

“But my daughter is not—”

“It’s okay, Mom,” Jessica broke in quietly, the blush gone from her cheeks. “Just sign it, okay?”

“Jessie…” Mrs. Mauro turned to her, her eyes wide. “Are you telling me…?”

“Just sign. Please?”

“Oh, shit…” Mrs. Mauro muttered even as she scrawled her signature across the sheet. “You’re only twelve, Jess…”

Frerin looked over at Holly, whose eyebrows rose as Jessica said, “We were bored.”

“Jess!”

Jessica must’ve decided her mother wouldn’t kill her after all. Biting back a smile, Frerin turned to Mrs. Mauro. “I’ll be back as soon as those test results come in, okay, Jessica? If you start to feel any worse, just let Nurse DeLuca know and she’ll come find me.”

“Okay.”

Holly followed him to the edge of the curtain. “What are you thinking?”

Peering in at Jessica, he said, “I want to rule out an ectopic, just to be safe. So, put a rush on the bloodwork.”

“I’ll see what I can do. The lab is just as shorthanded as we are.”

“Well, tell them this is a Code Red and needs to be done before anything else. Tell them it’s a kid if you have to.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.”

They parted ways then and he wove his way back to the desk and the still-overflowing rack of charts. “Who’s next?”

Ashley looked up from the forms she thumbed through. “Take your pick, Dr. D. The waiting room is overflowing.”

“Any kids?”

She gave him a look. “I don’t memorize the charts. I just rack them.”

“Okay, okay. Yeesh…” He moved down to thumb through them. “Aha! Two year old with the croup. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in Exam One. I’m waiting on some lab results for Curtain Three, so can someone let me know the minute they land in my inbox?”

“I’m on it, Dr. D.”

“Thank you!”

“Dr. Durin? Lab results on your ectopic are in.”

Frerin looked up from the chart he was reviewing as Ashley held out the lab slip. “Thanks, Ashley.”

As he looked down, a heavy sigh came to his lips. Carol came around the corner of the desk. “Bad news?”

He looked up. “Twelve year old with an ectopic. Ashley, get OB on the phone for me?”

“Sure thing, Dr. D.” Ashely dialed the number and a moment later, held out the phone. “Dr. Miller’s covering.”

“Good.” He took the phone. “Randi, it’s Frerin Durin in the ER. I’ve got a twelve year old down here with an ectopic pregnancy that we need to take care of ASAP.”

“Damn, twelve…” Randi Miller let out a whistle. “Give me a few minutes to secure an OR and I’ll meet you up on Six once you get consent.”

“Great. I’ll have her there ASAP.”

“Sounds good.”

Frerin handed the receiver back to Ashley. “Do you know where Holly is?”

“I think she’s in Exam One.” Carol gestured toward the exam rooms down the hallway.

“Okay.” He picked up Jessica Mauro’s chart and tucked the lab slip in with it, then made his way down to the exam rooms and poked his head in. “Excuse me, Holly, do you have a moment?”

She looked away from the elderly woman she was with and nodded. “I’ll be finished here in just a few minutes.”

“Okay. Meet me in Curtain Three?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks. Sorry to interrupt.”

The elderly woman smiled. “It’s no trouble. Feel free to interrupt again, if you like.”

Holly burst out laughing. “Mrs. Zwicker!”

“What? He’s cute.”

Frerin chuckled as he ducked back out of the exam room and wound his way back toward the Curtain areas. At Curtain Three, he said, “Jessica?”

“Yeah?”

He came around the curtain to find both Jessica and her mother looking even more exhausted now. “Your labs came back. Mrs. Mauro, would you mind giving us—”

“It’s okay,” Jessica said slowly, reaching for her mother’s hand. “You can say whatever it is.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “It’s okay. I already told her.”

He looked from mother to daughter. Mrs. Mauro certainly didn't look as if she was about to kill her daughter, so he took that as a good sign. “I’m afraid you have what’s called an ectopic pregnancy.”

She stared at him. “I’m pregnant?”

“Holy crap,” Mrs. Mauro whispered.

“Mom!”

“Okay, hold on,” he broke in softly. “You are, but instead if implanting in the uterus, the fertilized egg is in your fallopian tube.”

“So, do you need to operate to move it?” Jessica asked, her fingers visibly tightening about her mother’s.

“We do need to operate,” he said, “and I’ve already spoken with the OB on call and when we finish here, we’ll take you up to surgery, but I’m afraid we can’t move it, Jessica. It isn’t a viable pregnancy.”

“So, I’m having an abortion?”

“Is that really necessary?” Mrs. Mauro asked.

“I’m afraid so, Mrs. Mauro. And it has to be taken care of as soon as possible to avoid any complications. So, I have a consent form I’ll need you to sign and—”

Mrs. Mauro stared at him. “And if I refuse to give it?”

“Mom!”

“Mrs. Mauro, under law, pregnancy emancipates Jessica, so she technically doesn’t need parental consent. However, it would make things easier for you both if you would.”

Mrs. Mauro bit her bottom lip as Jessica broke in with, “But, I don't want an abortion, Mom. I—I want to keep the baby.”

“It’s all right, baby,” she replied, smoothing Jessica’s sleep-matted dark hair away from her face. “This is different, okay. You’ll be fine.”

“Mommy… no…”

“Jessica, listen to me,” Frerin set the chart down and with his free hand, caught the stool to bring it to her bedside, “I know it’s kind of scary, but it really does need to be done. If we don’t operate quickly, your life could be in danger. Like I said, this isn’t a matter of choice. This has to be done.”

She shook her head. “I don't want to.”

“Jessie…” Mrs. Mauro cleared her throat. “Dr. Durin, could I speak with you outside?”

“Sure.” He rose and followed her from the exam area. “What is it?”

“Her father came into this hospital three months ago. He’d had a heart attack and his doctor told him he needed to have a stent put in, so he agreed and he died from complications of having it done.”

“I understand and I’m sorry for your loss, but this really is not something that can wait. It truly is a matter of time. If we don’t terminate, the fallopian tube can rupture and Jessica could hemorrhage to death if that happens.”

“No, I understand and I’m not fighting you on it. I just wanted you to understand why she is.”

“I do understand. And I don't blame her at all.”

“So, where is the consent form?”

“Inside.” He moved the curtain to allow her to pass by and once they were at Jessica’s bedside, he said, “I’ll go up with you, Jessica. Trust me, you’ll be in the best hands in the hospital. I promise.”

She didn't look entirely convinced. “Will you stay with me?”

Holly came into the room along with someone from Transport. “Dr. Durin, do you need me to go up with Jessica?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “I’ll go up with her. Why don't we and Mrs. Mauro, I can answer any questions you might have on the way.”

“Sure.”

Mrs. Mauro signed the consent and passed it back to him. “Will I be able to see her before she goes in? That’s really the only question I have.”

“You’ll be able to be with her until she does.” He took the form, tucked it in with Jessica’s chart and looked down at her. “Are you ready?”

Jessica didn't look ready at all, even as she nodded. “Okay.”

“You’re going to be just fine,” he told her, moving as the guy from Transport came around to unlock the wheels of Jessica’s bed.

“You ready, Miss Jessica? I’m Tony and I promise you, I won’t hit the bumps too hard.”

“I’m ready.”

He rolled her out and Mrs. Mauro turned to Frerin. “She looks so much younger than twelve.”

“They always do.”

“Do you have any children?”

“I have three. My daughter is just a little older than Jessica.”

“You can’t keep them safe, you know? You try and try and try, but… they are going to do what they’re going to do.”

“The important thing is communication, Mrs. Mauro. You keep those lines open, and you’ll be amazed at what happens.”

“Dr. Durin?” Jessica called over the top of her bed.

He fell into step alongside her. “What is it, Jessica?”

“Are you going to be doing my operation?”

“No. I’m not. Dr. Miller is and she’s really good. You’re in the best hands. I promise.”

“You never answered me about staying with me. Would you?”

“Dr. Durin?” Ashley poked her head around the corner. “You’ve got a drunk slip and fall waiting in Exam Four.”

“Get Zander to take it. I’m going up with my twelve year old.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be back down when she’s in Recovery.”

“Okay.”

He glanced down at Jessica. “I’ll stay until you go into surgery.”

“Thank you, Dr. Durin.”

He reached down to ruffle her hair as they all got onto the elevator and the doors slid shut. Reese would be pissed, but he’d get over it. And even if he didn’t, Frerin didn't care.

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seeyouatthesecondmusic · 4 months

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so ive been reading this lotr fic and i just wanted to talk about it because it makes my head explode!!! i cant believe i havent seen anything about it on tumblr yet!!! its called Midnight in Middle Earth by UnfortunatelyObsessed on ao3. im not even like a quarter through but it is so good!! its like a retelling but insane. incredible. mindblowing. i have no words. this is a fic rec i guess everyone go read midnight in middle earth

#midnight in middle earth #frerin's fic recs

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frosticenow · 1 year

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Oh Brother Where Art Thou by @biblophilefox82 and @frosticenow This is our entry for The Hobbit an Unexpected Collaboration 2022. We hope you enjoy!

Summary: 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.

Fandoms: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Relationships: Frerin (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Frerin (Tolkien), Original Hobbit Character(s), Original Dwobbit Character(s), Original Dwarf Character(s), Thorin Oakenshield, Dís (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Universe, Frerin Lives, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Dwarf Courting, Dwarf & Hobbit Cultural Differences, Pre-Canon, Pre-Quest of Erebor, The Shire, Dwarves in the Shire

#tolkien fanfiction #tolkien fanfic #tolkien fic #tolkien #the hobbit fanart #the hobbit #the hobbit event #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #frerin durin #thorin oakenshield #hobbit fic #hobbit fanfiction #hobbit fanfic #hobbit characters #frerin/oc #frerin lives

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mathelaw · 2 years

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I would pay real life money to read a fix-it fic where THRAIN LIVES?? Imagine the angst

#i can't believe a fic like this doesn't exist #or at least i can't find it #thrain's death is a very easy fix #and we would have all the durins (except frerin RIP)#the hobbit

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lordoftherazzles · 1 year

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“Is this a fight or would you two like some privacy?” Would please me very much if you did this one. 👀

I had a LOT of fun with this one, okay?? I knew exactly what I wanted to do as soon as you sent this to me, yay!! Yet again, I can't stick to the "less than 1000 words" thing for these, but that's okay. I am enjoying these drabbles so much!!!

Have some words from the AU verse of "Where The Shadows Lie"

Things around the bed and breakfast had been relatively normal–or as normal as they could be when a vampire slayer, bodyguard, and all around nerd shared their home with a brood of eccentric vampires. Things had turned around and tensions had lessened regarding the royal predicament on hand, and everyone was happier for it.

Especially Thorin, and who could blame him?

But with normalcy settling in and comfort becoming very common, that didn’t mean the royal issue of the vampiric hierarchy could be forgotten. It was only a matter of time before Azog gained the balls to send someone their way, and if he was going to keep his company in one area, relying on the protection of old legends and a very much alive Took, then that slayer needed to know what he was up against.

“Again,” Thorin demanded sternly, his eyes dark and full of threat as they remained locked on Bilbo across the room from him. The poor fella looked winded, but there was determination in his eyes as well, and that was something Thorin respected, just as he found it incredibly attractive.

With emotion playing no part in these little lessons–unlike that time Bilbo had nearly taken out Thorin with a stake before being pounded into a wall–it seemed the vampire slayer was a little less than coordinated while under the spotlight. It was annoying to Bilbo, and each time he made a lunge for his target and ended up on his ass, his snarl grew in intensity. As did Thorin’s lessons.

But, he tried! God, how he tried!

Charging towards Thorin and trying to get a single hand on him, failure was quickly staring Bilbo in the face as he was on his back in a matter of seconds, Thorin leaning over him with a hand pressed against his chest to keep him down. “Nugh! Just fire me already!” Bilbo whined in annoyance as he pouted and laid around like a useless wet noodle.

“Fire you?” Thorin’s brow arched high as his lips formed a straight line. “I don’t think that’s necessary. You’re just thinking too much about it. You’re a ‘heat of the moment’ sort of fighter, that’s true, but I’d be a fool to not teach out the basics in self-defense.” It’s what kept them going at this despite Bilbo’s continuous objections. “You’ll get it.” Leaning down and preparing to press a kiss to Bilbo’s forehead, a new idea began to take root in Thorin’s own mind. Replacing the look of comfort and adoration to something less enthusiastic and more snarly, Thorin gripped at Bilbo’s shirt to hoist him back up a bit roughly. “Or else we’ll leave, and I’ll find someone who can do the job.”

“What?!” Bilbo squeaked, trying to find his balance as he was suddenly in an upright position.

“It would be cruel to subject you to my world if you can’t even defend yourself, and as a king, I must think of both my protection, and my partner’s. A weakness has no place here.” A look of strain crossed the vampire’s face as a forced curve of his lips was present. “It’s not that I would want to part ways, but I can’t afford to worry about you–”

“Let’s go again!” Bilbo growled, wiggling out of Thorin’s grip and bouncing on his feet once more. “I can protect myself, you don’t have to worry about me”

“Prove it.”

A small voice in the back of Bilbo’s brain knew, and warned him, that this was nothing more than Thorin jerking his chain, trying to get a rise out of him. But if poking a teeny-tiny emotional button (which said a lot), was what it took to learn something today? Then so be it. The fact that Bilbo was truly and utterly bothered at the idea of Thorin leaving both in general, and as a partner due to his lack of ability, spoke volumes. To say that Bilbo was thoroughly attached and invested in this man would be an understatement, and now he was going to prove his worth.

If he could wildly slay a few vampires at that nightclub not too long ago, surely he could land Thorin on his ass? Besides, something about that sounded more fun than it should with Thorin sporting some smug little grin on his face right about now.

With a frown settling onto his lips, and concentration hardening in his eyes, Bilbo waited a few seconds before lunging, but his balance and moves weren’t as careless as before. He had something needling him with Thorin’s words, and the vampire’s confidence, and now that there was something to prove, his body knew how to act. The adrenaline that soared through Bilbo’s veins was unlike anything he was used to. He’d never been an avid sports participant, but he had to wonder if the feeling was similar to being on the field. This was a game he could not lose.

Thorin was someone he could not lose. If not for the sake of his sanity, then for the sake of his overly attached heart.

…

“Again!”

The sound of Thorin’s shout practically echoed through the walls, as had the sound of glass shattering and continuous thuds against either the wall or the floor, and naturally, the sound made Frerin pause.

Now, Frerin wasn’t ignorant to his brother and Bilbo’s…physical lifestyle, to say otherwise would be a bold faced lie. Thuds and shouts weren’t uncommon, but this sounded decidedly different, or that little human with the twitchy nose was wilder than Frerin expected. It made a spark of curiosity take root in his brain as he sauntered towards the doorway and gave the knob a firm twist as one loud thud made him almost flinch.

It wasn’t that he wanted to walk in on Bilbo and Thorin doing the nasty, but that curiosity had gotten the better of him, especially when it didn’t exactly sound like a rough love making moment. Though as he stared at the floor, part of him had to wonder otherwise. There they were, both fully clothed and entirely focused on one another with gritted teeth and intense stares.

Bilbo was seated atop Thorin at his chest, his crotch practically in Thorin’s face as the other’s hands were pinned to the ground awkwardly over his head. The funny part was how Bilbo’s gritted expression turned into a smirk of confidence.

At least, until Frerin cleared his throat and arched a brow. “Is this a fight, or would you two like some privacy?”

“Aha! A witness!” Bilbo cheered, still keeping every ounce of his strength against Thorin’s hands while trying to ignore the blush beginning to slowly bloom across his cheeks. “I’m getting the hang of this self-defense thing.”

“Or Thorin just likes your dick in his face,” Frerin shrugged nonchalantly as his brother’s head turned and shot a sharp glare that could likely cut through butter. “What? Just stating facts! But it’s nice to see you both are still in one piece.”

“Why did you walk in if you had any inkling we might be doing something else?” Thorin snarled in annoyance, only to watch Frerin’s grin widen like that of a cheshire cat.

”Pro-tip, leave a sock on the door, or lock it, if you plan to take these little lessons in a spicy direction. Then critters like me won’t come wandering in–”

“Get out!”

Frerin zipped out as quickly as he had wandered in–so, slowly–leaving Thorin to growl and Bilbo to snicker at the display. “Siblings,” Thorin huffed before turning his attention back up towards he who had proven himself time and time again, and today was no exception. “You’ve done well, though,” Thorin’s words were less stone-like, and his expression had softened a fraction as Bilbo’s eyes met his.

“Your little mind tricks seemed to help. It gave me something to fight for rather than just swinging at you aimlessly…though that does hold some appeal with the way you gave the idea of casting me aside,” Bilbo feigned distress as his eyes rolled, but his hands had never once moved to release Thorin from his pinned state. There was too much pride in holding him here by the hands. “I wouldn’t let you leave, even if you tried.”

“Mm, if this hold you have me in is just a taste of what I could expect from you, I wouldn’t expect any less,” Thorin snorted, his hands twisting a bit to maneuver the grip Bilbo had him in, lacing their hands together for something a little more loving. “But I have no reason to leave, and never did. Though, keeping you safe is of great importance to me.”

“Well, as you can see, I think I am perfectly capable of handling myself, especially when I have something to lose,” Bilbo hummed his words, his eyes dropping a bit and his grip lessening. Was it silly to admit such things? Perhaps, but at least they were honest. “Did you want to keep practicing?”

A small squeeze of Bilbo’s hands brought those hazel eyes back to him, and Thorin’s blues sparkled with a touch of mischief. “I think that’s enough practice for today, but I will say, where we are now has me incredibly inspired,” Thorin chuckled, grinning widely as he squeezed Bilbo’s hands again. “I quite like being beneath you, and at your mercy.”

“My mercy, huh? If that isn’t a stroke against my ego then I don’t know what else would be.”

“Lock the door and I’ll do more than stroke that ego of yours,” the vampire purred, tilting his chin upward and towards the door, but not daring to keep his eyes off Bilbo. “Unless you’d rather–”

“Nope!” Bilbo was up and moving to the door, nearly as quick as the one vampire in the room! Just like his fighting lessons, there was something that made the effort worth it, and he was beyond content in calling it a day on the sparring, and seeing just how fun it was to take the seat of power–right on Thorin’s chest with their hands laced. “Continue.” And while matching Thorin’s grin, Bilbo was more keen on these little lessons of theirs if they all came with a proper reward at the end.

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