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fizzyxcustard · 1 year

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Our Story.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Summary: It is your last night in Erebor before you leave. You have been a member of the Company and now that the mountain kingdom has been re-claimed, you are ready to leave and begin a new life on your own. However, Thorin calls for you to spend one last meal with him.

Comments/Notes/Housekeeping: Requested by @lemond57with the prompt 'Our story does not need to end here". If you enjoy this fic, please consider a reblog as they are always appreciated and get pieces of work circulated.

I haven't mentioned how the reader came to be with the Company, so that is up to you to decide.

Your bag was packed and your clothing for the next day was neatly folded over the chair by your desk. You took a glance around the room, having grown fond of your home for the last six weeks. Sleeping in a proper bed had been heaven, meaning that you could have lie ins virtually every morning and not rise out of bed until way after dawn. It was welcome comfort after being on the road with Thorin's Company for the last eight months.

On the end of your bed was a piece of folded parchment. It had been quite a surprise when you woke to find it, sealed within an envelope, having been pushed under your bed chamber door. When you opened it, you were shocked to see such beautiful penmanship. Ornate lettering in jet black ink. Signed off by the king, but only using his given name. That was how he had often requested you address him. No titles. No airs and graces. Just Thorin.

The letter was his proposal for dinner. One last meal together before you disappeared from the mountain the next morning at dawn.

You dressed appropriately for any such occasion: dinner with the king. A burgundy dress with matching slippers. Your usual breeches and baggy shirt would not do tonight. Despite having always had such a down to earth relationship with the king, you still owed him respect on your last evening together.

As you arrived at the main dining hall, a guard took you through the huge, wooden doors. He bowed his head to Thorin, who was sat at the head of the central table, and then said your name, announcing your arrival.

Thorin thanked the guard and got up from his seat. He was smiling, and stepped towards the seat which was immediately to his left hand side. He pulled out the chair, your sign to sit.

"Good evening," you said, offering him a smile. You thanked him for pulling out your seat and rested your hands in your lap.

"Wine?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you replied.

Thorin poured two glasses of wine "I hope you did not think it too forward of me to ask you join me for dinner tonight. I wished to speak with you in regard to your departure tomorrow."

"Of course not. I'm glad you asked me to attend. I couldn't have left without some kind of goodbye."

Thorin sighed and looked at you, his blue eyes growing saddened by your words. "The truth is, I was hoping that tomorrow would not hold any goodbyes. I wish that there had to be no goodbyes."

"Thorin, I'm not one of your people, and it would be wrong of me to stay."

"Why would it be wrong?" Thorin asked, raising his eyebrow. "Our story does not need to end here."

"What do you mean?"

Thorin got to his feet and turned his back from you, with his hands clasped together. "I...I have come to feel a lot for you. Maybe I lived in hope that our stories would entwine somewhere. But I have not seen any sign that it is what you wish also."

You gasped. "W...why did you not say anything sooner?"

"Because I knew there was a very real risk that one of us, or even both of us, may not have made it home. But now that we are both here, alive, I could not let you leave without at least posing the question to you."

You remained quiet, feeling your heart pound. It was thumping so hard in your chest and throat.

"Will you allow me to court you?"

Shock was all you could feel.

Thorin turned back around, his face full of sadness still. "I should not have asked. Silence is answer enough."

You broke through your shock with words of exclamation. "No...No! Please. You caught me off guard."

Thorin remained still, watching your expression closely. Never before had he felt so vulnerable, ready to give his whole future and heart to someone else. Was this the moment you agreed to protect his heart, or would you break it?

"Yes. I want nothing more than to stay with you," you said, a broad smile breaking through the nervousness. You exhaled and got to your feet before Thorin, where you rushed forward and cupped his cheeks with your hands. "I dreamed of this so many times, but never thought it would be possible."

The two of you kissed, and every night forth from then, you remained in Erebor next to the man you loved.

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intoxicated-chan · 4 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞

Summary ➳ Thranduil’s words ring in your head as reality of your immortality hits. You should’ve known that it was too good to be true.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Rolling in the Deep” by Adele. This is going to have two other endings, one happy ending and angst ending.

Word Count ➳ 1.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, Reader is an Elf, pet names (amrâlimê, meleth nîn), heavy angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence…

Thranduil’s words hit you hard when you were brought in front of him while the rest were locked up. He sat cockily on this throne and spat out words that enraged you right down to the core. But it made sense… You were an Elf, not a half-Elf. You cannot choose between immortality or mortality.

You would walk the lands of Middle-Earth until you were struck down or go to Valinor. Dwarves live long but not close enough to compare to an Elves’s lifespan. Even so… Even after death, Kili will go where you cannot follow.

“If you love him, and you are confident that he loves you. It would be best if you parted ways now or until either of you die on the field.” Thranduil spoke soft and low. “You have enough time in your life to find another or none at all. You will face his death or he will face your immortality. It’s a relationship that will never hold happiness.”

“I can’t go with you Kili.” You pulled your hand from him while stepping back into the direction of Mirkwood. “I cannot continue with you all.”

“W-What do you mean?” Kili was already in pain, was it the adrenaline or the pain throbbing from his thigh that was keeping him from thinking the worst? “Come on, we don’t have enough time. The orcs are on our tail.”

“Let me rephrase…” You took a deep breath to relax your beating heart and to clutch the hilt of your stolen sword tightly. “I’m not coming. This is where my journey ends.”

“You can’t say that! You’re part of the company-!”

“I am part of no company. I came with you all out of pity.”

“You’re lying!”

“This is where it ends for me-!”

“Enough!” Thorin interrupted, marching to you and Kili, he was already angry, tired, and completely drenched. “If she wishes to leave then let her! We have no time to carry dead weight!” He said before turning back to the rest of the Company who were trying to decide what to do.

“(Y/n), surely this isn’t you. You cannot turn back now, we are so close.” Kili pleaded with you, using whatever strength to stand on his own.

“Kili-”

He snatched your hands, holding them together in his own bloody hands to lay a kiss on them. “Please, do not go. Don’t go where I won’t be able to follow. I want you to lay your eyes on my home, I want to do it with you.”

He looked up at you with watery eyes and a tear falling…

Kili then gripped your shirt with both of his hands to pull you down into a frantic kiss. His lips quivered as he held back the urge to burst into tears right in front of you and the rest. “I beg you, amrâlimê.”

“...Goodbye, Kili.” You pulled away once more and could see everyone staring at you. You gave no time for them to say anything, only a silent nod in Thorin’s direction before rushing back to Mirkwood and hopefully talking of leaving the forest the same way you came in, even if it met you’d have to face the spiders again.

You chose to lay down your sword and leave for Rivendell to spend your many years in solace until you were ready to sail to Valinor. You believed that Thranduil informed Lord Elrond that you were on your way since he welcomed you with open arms but he refused to say anything.

There were many Elves, but not once have you attempted to have conversations with them. You kept to yourself, reading, walking, eating and then bed, almost like a pattern.

It continued for months until you received two letters. One from Thranduil and one from Kili. But they were delivered at the same time, the messenger explained that Thranduil let Kili write to you one last time.

Thranduil wrote to you, his words solidified your choice to leave the Company behind. Yet there was guilt still residing since what you said was a lie. You joined because you genuinely wanted to help, you hoped that it would’ve been easier on the rest.

When it came to Kili’s letter, you wanted to push it aside, hoping to read it when you felt ready. But you knew you couldn’t push it back anymore.

‘Amrâlimê,

It has been some time since I’ve last felt your warmth, or heard your voice, or held your hands. I miss the way you speak in rhymes, or stories of your adventures and battles. I wished you too could have laid your eyes on Erebor, and I’m still sure you will love it here. Everyone knows you didn’t mean those words, they didn’t take it to heart. They wish for your return as well, as do I.

I wish to spend the rest of my days with you and you alone, and if I must come and find you then I will. You have my heart, you have me in your hands, and my home isn’t truly home if you aren’t there with me.’

You still had a second page to read but you broke down, sobbing as you held the letter like your life depended on it. You were fighting with yourself, you were desperate to rush back to Erebor and see him.

But Thranduil’s words once again rang through your head. You can go back to Kili but then face his death or you could stay here but still face his death… Either way, he dies in the end. There was no way around it.

Lord Elrond comes into your line of sight, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You managed to slow your tears and clear your throat. “When is the next ship to Valinor going to leave?”

“If you make this decision, you cannot go back.” Lord Elrond warned you. “You still have time to be with him. Do not make a decision you will regret.”

“I’ve had my time, I know my choice. Kili should be with his people.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Kili shall receive my sword, Fili will get my knives, Thorin will have my collection of jewels, and Bilbo will be gifted my journals.” You looked back at the nicely boxed items. “The rest can get a choice of my belongings.”

“You have planned this out from the start, haven’t you?”

“Elves can only love Elves, it’s easier without heartbreak.” You folded Kili’s letter neatly. “I would like to thank you for the hospitality.”

“A group is leaving now.” Lord Elrond can see that you weren’t going to change your mind, he sighed and nodded. “I wish you well (Y/n).”

“Thank you once again, Elrond.” You grabbed your cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders as you left your room and towards the group of Elves leaving for Valinor as well.

‘Kili,

From the day you sought me out and I watched you climb that tree to proclaim how you wished to be with me. Or the hours by the campfire exchanging stories. It saddens me that this will be my final words to you, if there was some other way for us to be together without it being painful then trust me when I say I would run right back to you.

You amazed me each day, the jokes, your skills, you will continue to surprise me from this day and until my last. I will think back to you and your smile, but please understand that my decision is for the best.

With all of my life, meleth nîn. Someday, we shall meet again but not in this world.’

“This is a lie.” Kili slammed his hands on the table. “Where is she?!”

“Kili!” Fili pulled him back.

“I speak nothing but the truth, she left for Valinor, she’s days away if not then boarding the ships.” Elrond informed the two brothers. “Either way, she’s gone, beyond your reach.”

But Kili still refused, he shook his head angrily. “That’s still a chance.”

“You won’t be able to change her mind.” Fili warned him.

“If she wanted to… She would say it to my face.” He rushed off, nearly taking a tumble down the steps.

Fili chased after him, grabbing his arm to stop him. “You heard what the Elf said, she could be boarding the ships.”

“Or days away!” Fili froze as he saw tears swell his eyes. “I cannot let her go, I promised myself that wherever she goes, I will go. I could not do it the first time, but I am now.”

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fruityfrodo · 2 years

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Bagginshield Fic Recs!

I've been wanting to do a bagginshield fic recs for a long time now so here are my favorite fics so far for this pairing! I will be adding on new ones as I go ❤

Fix-It AUs :

A Shot in the Dark by Silver_pup — 213.2k words

Summary: When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in his old bed in his old home in his old body. Is this death? Or a trick of magic? Either way, Bilbo recognizes a second chance when he sees one, and this time his adventure with Thorin is going to go a bit differently.

An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn — 294.5k words

Summary:

“I just wish…”

“What do you wish?”

“I wish I could have changed it all.”

For years Bilbo has written about his adventures and told stories about his dealings with dwarves and dragons. To most it seemed like fanciful nonsense but to Bilbo it was all very real. A weight followed him home from his travels, one called regret. Now in his final moments Bilbo has a choice to make – go quietly into death’s embrace or go back again and face all the fear and pain for the chance to make things right?

Of course, change is a fickle thing and not everything can be done again as Bilbo is about to find out. In the end, it may not only be salvation that he’s fighting for.

Discovering Mr Baggins by Eareniel — 94.4k words

Summary: A.K.A. The Quest for Erebor:

The story of a Hobbit, told through the eyes of the dwarves.

Alternate Universes (Canon Divergence):

The Time for Home by Drenagon — 211.8k words

Summary: Bilbo Baggins doesn't fit in in the Shire. He's not a normal hobbit. That doesn't bother him.

Having his warnings ignored? Trying to help those who will not help themselves?

That bothers him.

The Color of Possibility by lindoreda — 17k words

Summary: When Bilbo puts himself between Thorin and Azog's blade, his mithril shirt protecting them both, it isn't long before some dwarves whisper that 'Oakenshield' might not be the best epithet for their king anymore. But for Bilbo, barred from Thorin's sight since the battle, this new epithet only adds to the sting. Spending his days caring for the recovering princes, Bilbo wonders how much more of this he can take, not suspecting his place at the center of a silent divide in the company.

The Nine Lives of Bilbo Baggins by captain (theoddoodisnude) — 15.3k words

Summary: He's not scared, but rather resigned. He doesn't want to die, not when he knows that it will be permanent, but he doesn't regret his actions. He's died many times on this journey; first for his Company, and then for people he could proudly call friends, who then turned into family.

And now Bilbo will die for them again.

For the first time in his life, he will also die for love.

Call You Home by northerntrash — 12k words

Summary: In which the Company are entirely too nosy about matters that are supposed to be a secret, and Bilbo learns that being concerned about propriety is overrated when you could be making friends instead.

The Naming of Hobbits by Margo_Kim — 9.7k words**

Summary: There's a certain point where you can no longer ask someone what their name is. Thorin isn't sure exactly when that point is, but he knows that it's probably some time before the person in question saves your life. On the far side of the Misty Mountains, Thorin realizes that he never quite caught the first part of Mr. Baggins' name, and he finds that it's astonishingly harder to learn than he would have thought. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin are no help whatsoever.

**I literally didn't laugh this hard in a long while. Definitely worth a read! (And another, let's be honest).

Post BotFA AUs:

A Cultural Misunderstanding (series) by Lindzzz — 96k words

Summary: In which Thorin pushes, and Bilbo doesn't know how to handle emotions and finds himself engaged without realizing it.

(A fluffy "everyone lives" marriage AU)

The Riven Crown by BeautifulFiction — 254.3k words

Summary: ‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold...

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

All The Rivers Sound In My Body by pibroch (littleblackdog) — 5.7k words

Summary: As much as he might like to cut a natty figure in a proper waistcoat and trousers with a reasonable inseam, Bilbo knew there were many more important things to bother with at the moment.

Rebuilding an entire dwarven kingdom, for one. And airing out the stink of dragon would be nice as well.

An Unexpected Proposal by Eareniel — 100k words

Summary: As Bilbo sat smoking in his empty hobbit hole, he couldn’t help but wonder – when did his life become so boring? Or better yet – when did his old life stop being enough?

He suspected the answer to that question lay somewhere around the time when he had refused Thorin Oakenshield’s offer of marriage.

Mother-Tongue by northerntrash — 24.9k words

Summary: Forget-me-not: a small flower, with four petals, which are normally found in shades of blue with a pink or white centre. These are traditional flowers of intent in the Shire, used to express true love, and remembrance.

In which Bilbo plans to leave Erebor, and Thorin tries to understand why.

Modern AUs:

For This by northerntrash — 8k words

Summary: Thorin Durin had lived in his new flat for approximately eighty four minutes when things started to go terribly, terribly wrong. The wrongness came in the form of a package, delivered to his door, wrapped in brown paper and string, with a small tag wishing him a very sincere welcome to the building.

Just To Be by northerntrash — 22.2k words

Summary: Thorin hadn’t really wanted to go on holiday. That was why he hadn’t been on one for over a decade – not, despite what his siblings might say, because he had problems letting go of work and letting other people have control over their own hotel, which definitely wasn’t his entire life, no matter what the opinions of his family might have been on the matter.

In which people go on holiday, and find a little bit of home.

The making of a story by northerntrash — 16k words

Summary: When Bilbo finds a case of old family photographs, he becomes determined to find the original owners: what he does not expect is to become quite so involved in their lives, or that those photographs should prove quite so important.

One-sided conversations by northerntrash — 94.9k words

Summary: "Thank you for listening," Thorin said, getting to his feet. "I hope to be able to return the favour, one day."

The man on the bed didn't respond, but since he'd been in a coma for longer than Thorin had known him, that wasn't entirely surprising.

Candid by northerntrash — 42.3k words

Summary: Thorin wasn't entirely sure why there was a six-foot candid photograph of him hanging in this exhibition, but he was going to wring the neck of whoever had put it there.

In which Bilbo is a photographer, Thorin an accidental model, and Gandalf just likes to make trouble for everyone.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by perkynurples — 296.3k words

Summary: Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an adventure?

Some Magical Occurence by Drenagon — 9.5k words

Summary: Bilbo could use some magic if he's going to get the annual Christmas event at Goldmine Books to run as planned.

Instead he has Bofur, Ori and a serious case of building panic.

Then the Durins arrive.

Plan B by Drenagon — 85.7k words

Summary: Plan B: an alternative strategy; a contingency plan, devised for an outcome other than the expected plan.

Or, sending an unqualified temp to act as Thorin Oakenshield's PA because no one qualified can put up with him.

(He'd say they can't meet his standards. Of course he would.)

Meet Bilbo Baggins. He just became Plan B.

idylls of the king by aerospaces — 16.1k words

Summary: Thorin a single parent/uncle, Bilbo babysits. Fili and Kili are a handful. Essentially NANNY AU where Thorin is a perturbed Detective Inspector navigating through life.

A Remover of Obstacles by MistakenMagic — 371.7k words**

Summary: Dis often chided her older brother for being a misanthropist. She did it so often it had become a term of endearment. It was true that Thorin struggled with people; he struggled to form and maintain relationships. Dr. Grey had diagnosed him with this and Thorin hadn’t the heart to tell him this wasn’t a symptom of his PTSD, it was a symptom of his personality. He exercised a sense of apathy with almost everyone he met… But Bilbo was different. Thorin actually found himself wanting to know more about him.

** This is honestly a favorite of mine. I can't begin to describe how amazing this fic is. If you have the time, go for it! I promise it will change you for good.

This is all I have for now, but please know that I'm currently reading new ones and I'll be adding them onto this list very soon!

Have a nice read! (And hopefully, with a nice cup of tea).

#bagginshield #bagginshield fic #fic recs #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo #thorin #an unexpected journey #lotr #fanfic #fanfiction #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #thilbo #thilbo bagginshield #the hobbit

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Fili/Kili x sister!reader - unlikely bonds

Hey, I really want to request a Fili + Kili x sister reader however I know there aren’t female dwarfs, so maybe they come across a young elf who is stranded in the middle of nowhere. They take her in and plan to return her to her kind, however along the way they grow very close. Perhaps they never find her family, and so they try and find someone who will take her on however she doesn’t want to leave them. - Anon💜

A/N: italics will be elvish

If there was one thing you had learned being in the middle of nowhere it was not to trust anybody you came across.

So, when a small group of travellers stumbled across you, you were quick to ready your weapon, and they did the same thing.

“By the time you get near me I’ll shoot you all down where you stand.” You sneered.

The tallest of the group raised his hands.

“We mean you no harm, we are just travelling.”

“I do not care, go around.”

“We cant. The passage on the other side of the mountain is full of danger, it is not safe for anybody to go that way.”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit, shooting an arrow at the foot of a blond dwarf who attempted to move closer to you.

“It is not safe for a young elf to be out here in her own either, do you have company?” The taller one asked.

“It is none of your business.”

He smiled a little.

“Perhaps not, but I worry about leaving you behind. Perhaps we can accompany you to the nearest village?”

You stared at him in shock.

“You understand me?”

“Oh very well, I good friend of my taught me the language. Perhaps you know of Lord Elrond?”

You nodded.

“I do, many of the elves do. He was very well known in our small village. Who are you?”

“Where are my manners? I am Gandalf.”

“I see, I recognise your name, and I know of your quest.”

Gandalf smiled to you.

“So will you allow us to escort you safely to a village?”

You had heard stories of the wizard, and of his recent adventure with the dwarves and the halfling.

Though the idea of travelling with dwarfs didn’t appeal to you, you knew it was safer than trying to travel on your own with no map and little food.

So you nodded.

“Yes.”

“Wonderful, let us get aquatinted.”

You realised how much you didn’t get along with dwarves and why elves and dwarves didn’t get along.

While you were clean and organised and polite, they were messy, chaotic and at the best of times rude.

But it was the two younger dwarves who caught you attention, they were nosy of course, but they did their best to respect you and stayed away from you when eating or when you were taking a few moments to relax.

But of course they couldn’t fully stay away, they just wanted to be friends.

“Come on, surely you can tell us something about your village.” Fili said.

“Exactly, what was it like? Where is it?” Kili asked next.

Glancing at the two smaller men next to you, you went back to eating your dinner.

“I cannot tell you where it is, and there is not much to say about it. It was a small village hidden away so we could live in peace.”

“Is it like Rivendell?” Fili asked.

You shook your head.

“Nowhere near as elegant. While Rivendell hides in the mountains, and Mirkwood in the forests, my village preferred between two raging rivers where people could not cross and plants were plenty.”

“Well how did you get there?” Kili asked.

“Leave the lass alone.” Balin scolded.

He gave you a small smile and rounded the two young dwarves away from you so you could eat.

It was like a routine, they would sneak away to join you but eventually get dragged back by one of the others.

And soon enough you grew used to their company, and enjoyed having them around.

Before you knew it you had been travelling with them for a while, and Fili and Kiki had adopted you as their own.

“What if we take you to a nearby elf village and see if one of them can look after you?” Thorin asked.

“The nearest one is too far from your mountain, you needn’t trouble yourself.”

“Do you not wish to return home?” Dwalin asked.

“Of course I do, but my village is long gone, I do not know where my family is. I do not mind travelling with you all.”

“It is nice having somebody to talk to.” Bilbo smiled.

“If we take a detour we may never make it in time.” Fili said.

“Which is why I will carry on travelling with you.”

The dwarves seemed conflicted.

“I don’t understand what the issue is.” Bilbo whispered.

You knelt down next to him.

“It is because compared to many of my kind I am young, not quite an adult, not quite a child. They do not want to travel with somebody so young, even though I am in fact around the same age as most of them.”

Bilbo nodded a little bit.

“It’s just not safe, we don’t want to put you in danger.” Kili mumbled.

You smiled at him.

“My brother, I will be okay.”

Thorin looked at you.

“When we pass the next town we will find somebody there to take you in for the meantime.”

You sighed.

You couldn’t protest with the dwarf king, it was not your place.

So you simply accepted it and made the most of the time you had with the group.

Stopping at a town, Thorin began going from door to door, asking people if they would be willing to house you.

“You will stay here where you will be safe.” Fili said.

You narrowed your eyes.

“I will follow you.”

“You can’t, Thorin as spoken. You are to stay here (Y/N).” Fili sighed.

You shook your head.

“Yes he may have spoken about me travelling with you, but not about me travelling alone.”

Kili grinned a little.

“She has a point, he never said she wasn’t able to travel by herself. Perhaps she just happens to be going the same way.”

“You know he will disapprove!” Fili hissed.

“He would never see me!” You whispered.

Fili looked at you.

“Do not encourage this!”

You frowned a little.

“I do not want to leave you to do this alone…”

The dwarf sighed, sitting next to you but the fountain.

“I know, we do not want to leave you either, but this was we can assure you are safe.”

You glanced at him.

“I cannot assure you are safe though, so I must come with you. Perhaps I will never find my family again, perhaps I will, but you two have become my family, and I cannot let you leave like I did the others.”

You stood up, looking at them both.

“Whether you go with or without me, I will still follow you there. I will make my way to that mountain myself if I must.”

They both smiled at you, getting up to hug you, and you hugged them back tightly.

“We will talk Thorin around.” Fili whispered.

Because truth be told, they would stay if you couldn’t go with them.

You were their best friend, their sister, and they needed to make sure that you were okay as well

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #the hobbit imagine

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porphyriosao3 · 9 days

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WIP Wednesday

Argh! I was hit by @sunnyrosewritesstuff for a snippet, and so I must comply. Here's the intro to a fic I mean to finish at some point hopefully:

Bilbo came back into the antechamber of the royal suite with a huff, twitching as always when the golden doors crashed shut and sealed his escort outside. He hated that Thorin had instructed guards to follow him everywhere. He had asked them not to multiple times, but it was always 'oh but King Thorin would have us punished', as though Bilbo weren't perfectly capable of protecting himself! Especially now, in the dead of winter, when anyone committing a crime had nowhere to run for months until the snows cleared! Besides, what about me, he thought crossly. I'm the King Consort, but nobody worries about me punishing anyone! The thought made him snicker despite his sour mood. It's not as though I would, but how would they know that? Honestly, it's as if... his thoughts trailed off when he came into the private sitting room and saw Thorin slumped in front of the fire. Oh dear. The hobbit eyed his husband warily, taking in the furrowed brow, the limp hands, the downcast eyes. He recognized the signs, though he rather wished he didn't... he hated these moods. In the two years they had been together, though, he had become quite familiar with them. "Good evening, love," Bilbo said in a falsely cheerful voice. "Are you well?"

"Yes, quite well," came the very not-well-sounding reply. Bilbo stepped over to Thorin, kissed him softly on the cheek, then smoothed his thumb over the furrow between the dark eyebrows until his husband looked up with a crooked half-smile playing around his lips. Startlingly blue eyes peered up through thick lashes. "Better now that I see you."

"Thorin..." Bilbo sighed, charmed in spite of himself. He had to commend the effort, though it was a waste. His husband's skill at deflecting anything unpleasant was excellent for a dwarf, but not a patch on Shire-level persiflage. Bilbo pressed on. "How can I help? You look quite miserable." The hobbit stroked his fingers softly along the smooth marriage braid that marked his husband as his, making Thorin sigh with heavy-lidded eyes. The dwarven fixation with hair was still a mystery to Bilbo, but he wasn't above using it when needed. "What brought this on, anyway?"

"Brought what on?" After a quick glance at the raised eyebrow and pursed lips, Thorin flushed slightly and looked back at the fire. They had only been married a little over two years but the dwarf knew that expression well from their journey, let alone now that they lived together as spouses. "Oh... well. The usual. It's nothing."

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Brilliant Disguise ~ Chapter Twenty-Three

A/N: I apologize that it's taken me four months to update this, but between school and trying to figure out just how to work Sophie facing off with her husband, well... it's been a time. But, if you've stuck it out, thanks so much for your patience!

Summary: Speech therapist Josephine Asharm has been brought into Erebor to work with Bifur, but trying to find her place among people who eye her suspiciously would be difficult enough under normal circumstances, but when Sophie finds herself caught between the king, his most trusted lieutenant, and the dwarf she’s there to help? She’s certain no good can come of it. Being of Man, not only does she stand out in the dwarf kingdom, she’s not entirely certain she’s actually welcome there at all.

Thorin only agreed to allow Sophie to live amongst them out of a sense of duty to Bifur, who is recovering from an odd head injury (is there any other way to describe having an axe blade lodged in one’s head, only to have it later dislodged during the Battle of the Five Armies?) Before the battle, he spoke only khuzdul. But since it? He’s regained the ability to speak Westron—if only he could but remember any of it. As for Thorin? He’s trying his damndest to ignore the speech therapist, not to mention his own growing feelings for her, even as he is also recovering from his near fatal wounding in the same battle.

Both Sophie and Thorin are haunted by their pasts and are uncertain of their futures, but sometimes, chances must be taken…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Josephine (Sophie) Asharm

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3k

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As she neared Erebor’s main gates, Sophie’s heart sped up. The sentry smiled down at her. “Morning, Mrs. Asharm. Off to Dale?”

“I am, yes.”

“Just let me send word to Dwalin. His Majesty has let it be known he does not wish you to be traveling to Dale unaccompanied.”

Her gut twisted sharply and sent a sour taste into her mouth, one she swallowed hard against. “He—he has?”

He nodded. “Aye. He said it’s not safe and that if you must leave, you are to go with Dwalin.”

“Oh, but I’m sure he has far more important things to do than to keep watch over me.”

“Be that as it may, Mrs. Asharm, I have to fetch him. His Majesty was very clear in his instructions.”

Impatience seared her insides, but she tamped them down as she peered over her shoulder. No sign of Thorin yet. “Very well. But, please hurry. I’d planned on doing a bit of Yule shopping for His Majesty and I want him to be surprised.”

“It won’t take but a minute or two.” He smiled as he started past her. “I’ll be back as soon as I find him.”

“If you insist.”

He didn't reply, but made his way down the corridor toward the Great Hall and as soon as he rounded the corner, she turned and made haste to slip through the door and out into the wintry air.

Dale was busier than normal, as the Yule holiday was only a week out and more than once, Thorin found himself being knocked off to the side by an impatient man or woman, who then offered up an automatic, “I beg your pardon.”

He paid little heed to those he passed as he hurried along the walkways toward Stone Street. He wanted to find Jora as well as Sten. He had a score to settle with both of them.

A hint of snow hung in the air once more, the breeze crisp and cold as it stung his cheeks. He ignored it at he neared Lucy’s. From there, he walked to the end of the street, and turned toward the alley Jora had taken them down. His heart beat faster as he drew near the door with the peeling black paint. Asharm was not taking him by surprise this time, so Thorin carefully drew the Orcrist and moved closer to the building itself, close enough that he felt the cold of the stone through his leather and fur overcoat.

At the door with the peeling paint, he paused, drew a deep breath, then grabbed hold of the handle, although he didn’t expect it to actually be unlocked.

But to his surprise, the door wasn't locked and instead swung open with only a soft whine of somewhat rusted hinges, which immediately put him on his guard. He carefully stepped over the splintering threshold, into the dingy main room. The air felt stale and cold, the room giving off an absolutely abandoned feeling.

Still, the hair along the back of Thorin’s neck prickled and stood up, which made him even more aware of his surroundings. He held the Orcrist at the ready, carefully moving along the room’s perimeter toward the kitchen.

It was empty—no dishes in the drainer, not even a drop of water in the sink basin. There was no sign of life at all anywhere in the flat. If it weren’t for the fact that he still sported a small lump just above his temple and the healing cut above his eye, he’d swear he’d imagined what happened the previous night.

“Wherever Asharm is,” Thorin muttered, “he’s not here.”

“Thorin?”

He jumped, jerking the blade clear as he spun about to see Dwalin in the doorway. “Are you trying to make my heart stop?”

“Sorry,” Dwalin pushed the door wider and stepped over the doorsill. “Is Mrs. Asharm with you?”

“No.” Thorin shook his head as he slid the Orcrist back into its scabbard. “She’s still in Erebor.”

“No, she isn’t.”

“What?” He looked up to meet Dwalin’s worried expression. “Of course she is. Where else would she be? I left clear instructions with Lon that she was not to leave Erebor unless she was accompanied by you.”

“What?”

“You heard me. She wanted to confront Asharm and I told her we do so together. But, instead, I decided to keep her safe and in Erebor.”

“So, you lied to her.”

“Do not look at me that way. I would have to be mad to let her come with me, to let her get anywhere near Asharm, and if that means telling a harmless lie, I’ve no qualms about doing so.”

“She’s not in Erebor, Thorin. Lon did as you told him and came to get me and when we got back to the front gates, there was no sigh of Mrs. Asharm.”

“Did you check her apartments?”

“Thorin, she left. She was no where to be found.”

“Did you look—”

“She isn’t there.”

A sour taste flooded his mouth as his heart splashed into his stomach. Had she done to him what he’d done to her and set out to find Asharm on her own?

His initial reaction was anger, but then fear replaced it. Was that why Asharm’s flat was vacant? Had Sophie already found him, and had he done something to her?

“So, where are they?”

Thorin moved to the single window along the south wall. There the alleyway opened to a wider road whose name he did not know, and beyond it, was the Long Lake and then Esgaroth. “Take a guess,” he replied softly, squinting through the snowflakes sifting this way and that at the new structures on the bulkheads and docks that made up Esgaroth’s foundation.

“I hope you will take no offense, Thorin,” Dwalin growled in a way that made Thorin fairly certain he would absolutely take full offense at what he was about to say, “but I thought she had more sense than this.”

“We don't know that she confronted him,” Thorin replied softly.

“She snuck out of Erebor after already planning on confronting him with you, Thorin. Only a fool would think she did not take it into her head to do it alone.”

He continued to stare at Esgaroth as if he’d somehow be able to see where she was and that way know she wasn't in too much danger.

But that was foolish. Of course she was in danger. And he had no idea where to begin searching for her. Esgaroth wasn’t exactly a big city, such as Erebor was, but it was big enough that searching for someone could be a nightmare. And that it was still under construction meant it was also a bit of a dangerous nightmare.

However, all was not lost because he knew where to begin after all. “We need to pay Bard a visit. I think he might have an idea of where we can look for both Asharm and Sophie.”

“And when we find her?”

“Don’t you worry about that.”

Snow fell to create a near white-out as they hurried back toward the center of Dale and the Provincial House. Snow covered the streets, the walkways, and roofs and showed no signs of stopping as it settled in Thorin’s hair and beard and on his shoulders as well. He shook it off as they mounted the steps to the Provincial House and he rapped firmly on the door.

It opened with a squeak and he found himself eye to eye with Sigrid, Bard’s eldest daughter, who narrowed her dark eyes at him. “What do you want?”

He smiled, quite used to her blatant hostility toward him. He had the feeling she would never forgive him for what happened when he and his Company unleashed Smaug upon Esgaroth, no matter how much time passed or how much restoration or reparation he offered. “Is your father home?”

She nodded, tugging the door wider. “Come in.”

He and Dwalin thumped into the man hallway, stamping snow from their boots and brushing it from their coats as Sigrid called, “Da! King Thorin is here.”

A chair creaked, boots thudded dully across the floor and Bard came around the corner from where his study was and smiled. “Thorin, I was wondering when you would arrive. And then I was beginning to think perhaps you weren’t and that left me at a bit of a loss.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Mrs. Asharm is in my study and I was running out of ways to stall her.”

Thorin glanced at Dwalin and then, without a word, shoved past Bard to march into the master’s study, where Sophie whipped about from the front window to stare at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same, Sophie. I thought we were to meet at the front gates,” he replied, his calm tone belying the irritation that now bubbled in his gut. Never mind that he planned to do the same thing—to go after Asharm without waiting for her—he knew she’d have gotten herself into serious trouble, had Bard not been of a mind to stall her.

“I just came to do some shopping.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He shook his head. “It insults both our intelligence. You knew you were to wait for me or for Dwalin—”

“And you were supposed to wait for me,” her eyes swirled with pewter anger as she looked from him to Dwalin and back, “and yet, you did no such thing, either, did you?”

“If you think I was about to let you get anywhere near Asharm, you are mad.”

“Why? I know him, remember. You were running off to confront him without knowing a single thing about him.”

“Sophie, tell me, how would you have defended yourself when he attacked, because if you think he wasn’t going to, you—”

“I would have been just fine.” She reached into her satchel and withdrew one of the knives from the Great Hall. “I am not entirely stupid, you know.”

He looked down at the knife in question and it was all he could do to hold back his laughter. “You would not have stood a chance, you know. Not with that.”

“I bested him with a skillet, remember.”

“And for this, you would have to be up against him for that blade to be effective.”

She stared at him. “I could still use it, if need be.”

“If need be?” Dwalin growled. “Are ye serious, lass?”

“That’s enough,” Thorin said, holding up a hand in Dwalin’s direction. Then, he turned back to Sophie. “And why would think you would even have a chance to use it?”

“Because I—that is, I mean…” Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “I’m tired of being afraid, Thorin. And I do not want Heather to always be looking over her shoulder. And you were going to go without me, so you have no right to be angry with me, you know.”

He sighed softly. “I do not want you anywhere near him at all, so yes, I was going to go without you and I’ll not apologize for that. I want him out of our lives and I want him out for good and I care not what I have to do to make that happen.”

“Do you wish me to take her back to Erebor?” Dwalin asked.

“No,” Thorin said softly, shaking his head, “I don’t.”

“Thorin, ye aren’t thinking—”

“Thorin,” Bard broke in, “it’s madness to even consider it.”

“Thorin,” Sophie’s voice was low and steady, “let me do this.”

He brought his hand to his forehead, rubbing it as a dull headache took root behind his eyes. “Sophie, it is too dangerous.”

“I lived with him for years,” she replied without hesitation. “And I lived to tell the tales. I want to talk to him. Perhaps he will be reasonable.”

“And think you he will?”

“I don't know for certain. But it’s possible. Let me speak with him and if he refuses to be reasonable, he is all yours.”

“All yours?” Bard looked from him to Sophie and back. “Thorin, you aren’t thinking of doing anything rash?”

“Bard, you should probably step aside now,” Thorin told him, “for I cannot say what I will do, but know this, he will have it coming regardless.”

“You cannot simply kill the man.”

“I won’t, unless provoked. But, I absolutely expect to be provoked.”

Bard sighed, his shoulders sagging a bit. “I had the feeling you were going to say that.”

“He is no man, but a worm,” Thorin told him, ignoring the look Sophie shot him as he added, “He raised his hand to Sophie, to Heather, with full intent to do harm. Killing him would be too good for him.”

Bard looked over at Sophie. “Is this true?”

A hint of color came to her cheeks as she nodded. “It is, yes. He was—is a cruel man and what’s more? He enjoys being such.”

Bard let out another sigh with that. “I cannot condone it, Thorin. You know this.”

Thorin nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“But, if I neither see nor hear it, there is nothing I might do about preventing it, either.”

“Good.” Thorin replied softly. “Because there is nothing you could do to prevent it at all.”

Dwalin folded his arms. “So, where do ye think ye’ll find him?”

Sophie cleared her throat. “I know where he’ll be. But,” she looked directly at Thorin, whose gut twisted with apprehension as she went on, “I’m going alone. You can follow after, but he must think I’m alone.”

“Sophie—“

“I’m not asking you, Thorin. I’m telling you.”

Continuing to debate it would be pointless. He’d come to know her well enough to know that. And despite the uneasy feeling he had at the thought of her meeting Asharm by herself, he nonetheless let out a slow breath and nodded. “Very well. But we will be right behind you.”

She didn't respond at first, but then, it was her turn to nod. “As you wish.”

“I don't like it, though, Sophie.”

“I know. I don’t like it, either.”

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guardianofrivendell · 1 year

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One Morning in Laketown...

Fíli x OC Tullaina

Requested: no - requests are closed atm, this was written by me, for me

Warnings: awkwardness, pining, what is that ending though, this is not smutty 18+ but there is some morning excitement going on with Fíli fyi - also, I don’t know what pacing is so yes this feels rushed and unfinished (no pun intended)

Summary: Tullaina is cold, and Kíli thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to help his brother out. At least, that was the plan.

Tullaina fic timeline: between Slippery When Wet and When in Mirkwood - during the Quest

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I’m alive! After almost 7 months of not being able to finish anything, I managed to get this out of my system. Did anyone ask for this? Of course not (no one’s waiting for OC content) and even I don’t know where it came from, but the idea kept bouncing around in my head so I had to write it down.

This was supposed to be a little haha fic about Fíli’s morning wood poking Tullaina but then somehow I dragged fluff, inner turmoil and a dash of angst into this to even things out I guess. Bon apétit!

Also yes, we can all acknowledge that I’m still bad with titles.

Laketown was grey, wet and cold. Even though the bowman had warned them it wasn’t a comfortable place to be, Tullaina had expected something a little more… dry.

The smell of rotted wood and mold hung heavy in the air as they settled in his living room, irritating her nose and throat and keeping her from taking deep breaths. But Bard’s house was a safe haven, at least for now, a chance to catch their breaths, fill their bellies and dry their clothes, so she shouldn’t really complain .

A warm and hearty dinner made the Company’s good spirits return, and with the mountain now within their reach and their strengths returned through food and rest, the room was filled with excited chatter and laughter.

Tullaina sat with her back against the wall, knees pulled up to her chest and a knitted blanket thrown around her shoulders, watching their merrymaking with tired eyes.

Sigrid had suggested she’d sleep in her room, thinking she could use a little privacy away from her male companions, but Tullaina had politely declined. After what happened in Mirkwood, there was no way Thorin, Fíli, Kíli or any other member of the Company would let her out of their sight, not even for one second. And she felt the exact same way.

As the night progressed, one by one the Dwarves laid down to rest on the hard wooden floor, using the provided blankets and throws and whatever they could find to sleep on. Tullaina quickly followed their example, absolutely exhausted after their escape from the Mirkwood dungeons and travelling to Laketown, with Fíli and Kíli joining her not long after.

But sleep didn’t came as easily as she would have wanted. Despite the room being packed with Dwarves and a Hobbit and a still smouldering fire in the fireplace, she couldn’t seem to get warm. The humid air and the cold had crept into her tired bones, her toes were numb and every inch of skin was prickled with goosebumps. She couldn’t stop shivering, no matter what position she tried to sleep in.

After what seemed like hours of endless tossing and turning, Tullaina rolled onto her side, double-downed and clenched her eyes shut, wishing for warmth and sleep to come at last.

“Everything alright?” Fíli whispered, having noticed her shivering form. He was careful to keep his voice down, not wanting to wake up any of the others. But judging by their loud snoring, it would take a lot more than a hushed conversation to wake them up.

Tullaina pulled the knitted blanket a little tighter around her, and nodded. “Jus’ c-cold, is all.”

Fíli reached out and covered the hand that clutched her blanket, easily enveloping it in his own. “Mahal, you’re freezing!”

On her other side, Kíli turned around so he could face them. “You want my blanket?”

“N-no Kíli, I swear I’m f-f-fine. You need your own b-blanket.”

“Tulls, you’re clearly not fine, I can feel you shaking. Are your clothes dry enough?” Fíli asked, patting down the blanket to see if it turned damp. “Seems okay to me.”

“I told you I’m f-f-fine, Dwarves are warmblooded, I’ll warm up eventually,” she tried to reassure them. If only her teeth would stop chattering so she could actually try to get some sleep…

“That’s it!” Kíli yelled, immediately shushed by his brother, “don’t give me that look Fee, no one heard me. But Tulls is right, we are warmblooded. That’s what she needs, body warmth!”

“So what do you suggest?”

“Isn’t that obvious? See, that’s why I’m the smarter one out of the two of us. Fee, you need to share your blanket! Let her sleep against you so you can share your body warmth, she’ll be fine in no time and then we can all have a good night’s sleep.”

Fíli froze, immediately catching on to what his brother was trying to do and he opened his mouth a few times to say something, too stunned to speak.

Tullaina tried to ignore the stab in her stomach when she realised Fíli was mortified by the idea of sleeping under the same blanket. She didn’t understand, there had been lots of times during the Quest and back home where they’d cuddled close to each other, and for Durin’s sake, when they escaped Mirkwood that morning he couldn’t let go of her, his arm firmly wrapped around her waist for hours after, so why would he be so against the idea now?

“It’s fine, I-I can share with Kíli, I don’t mind,” she quickly suggested, trying to break the awkward tension.

“But I do!” Kíli protested quickly, “no offence Tulls, but I know you’re a heavy dreamer, I’m not looking to be kicked in the shins. Or worse.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Fíli stuttered after he found his voice again, “I’m sorry Tullaina, of course I’ll sleep with you-”

Both Tullaina and Kíli watched the colour drain from his face as his brain caught up with his mouth. They stared at him with wide eyes while Fíli prayed that the inside of Bard’s house was dark enough so no one could see how flushed he was. “I mean- I don’t… That’s not… I- I’ll shut up now.”

He moved closer towards Tullaina, close enough so he could throw part of his blanket over her but still keeping enough distance between their bodies so his mother would be proud of him.

“Is this okay?” he asked with a hushed voice, “I can move if you want.”

“Fíli, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Tullaina hummed, instantly relaxed by the extra warmth and comfort radiating from him, and she could feel her eyelids getting heavier by the second.

“Now that everyone’s settled and comfortable, can we finally go to sleep?” Kíli’s voice sounded from behind them, and Fíli muttered a good night in return. He noticed Tullaina remained silent, her breathing already evened out. The shivers had stopped, but Fíli still pulled his part of the blanket off of him and covered her with it, keeping none for himself.

It was still early when Tullaina woke up, feeling well-rested and warm. She could hear soft snoring right next to her, and as she slowly opened her eyes, she was greeted with Fíli’s sleeping figure. Their noses almost touched, they were that close to each other and she could feel his breath brush her lips with every sigh.

Even though the room was still shrouded in the night’s darkness she could see the outlines of his face perfectly. His long nose, his moustache braids she knew he was so proud of, the lines around his mouth and eyes - the ones she could read like a map, every little skin crease depicting a different emotion, a different meaning behind them - now smoothed underneath the promise of a safe night. Her fingers twitched, eager to stroke the stray hairs out of his face, his usually well-kept braids untangled, a reminder of their flight from Mirkwood, making him look more like Kíli than he would have wanted.

She shouldn’t.

They were about to reclaim Erebor, their long lost home and it would change everything. But it was their home, not hers.

They were actual royalty for Mahal’s sake, and the closer they came to ending their quest, the more she realised that she was going to lose them. She didn’t belong in their world, or at their side. She, an orphaned daughter of an Ered Luin seamstress and a miner, had no place beside the throne. When everything was over and settled down, she would make the journey back. Alone.

After all, princes didn’t make friends with commoners and they certainly didn’t court or marry them. They would forget her soon enough.

Tullaina sighed and turned on her other side, wanting to put as much distance between them as she could. She shouldn’t think about her goodbyes just yet, they had a dragon to slay first.

Before she was able to inch further away, Fíli grunted and draped a large arm over her middle, pulled her closer and pressed his broad frame against her back. She froze at the sudden proximity and tried to fight her initial reaction of melting into him and folding her arms over his. What would the others think if they woke up and found them like this? Spooning?

But those concerns were quickly pushed to the back of her mind when she noticed something else, something very prominent and very much awake.

She knew what it was, she wasn’t a little pebble anymore, but knowing about it and feeling it pressed against your butt were two totally different things.

Fíli would probably die of embarrassment if he knew and Tullaina was sure she would be right behind him at this point. She tried to carefully squirm her way out of his arms, without waking him up, but his hold on her was too tight. In any other situation she would’ve been flattered, excited even, knowing that he didn’t want to let her go, but now she wished she had accepted Sigrid’s offer.

All her wiggling and squirming to get away only made it worse and Fíli more excited. There was no other option but to wait for him to wake up, hoping none of the others would do so first.

And for once, luck was on her side because a few minutes later, Fíli started to stir. Tullaina patted his arm softly and whispered his name, trying to get him to let go before he realised what kind of predicament he had put them in.

Fíli heard the slight panic and worry in her voice and wrongfully assumed there was danger looming. In an instant he went into full protective mode and pulled her closer against him, tightening his hold on her, shielding her body with his own. He groaned and bucked his hips involuntarily as Tullaina’s body made contact with his hardness, and that’s when he realised to his horror what was going on.

He immediately let her go, his body jolting back as if she’d burned him. By doing so, he bumped into a sleeping Kíli, who was up in a second, startled by the sudden action of his brother. The yelps of both princes alerted Thorin, who was usually a light sleeper, whose movement woke Bilbo and in just a few seconds, the whole Company was awake.

Fíli scrambled to his feet, muttering apologies as fast as he could, not knowing where to look. Tullaina was just as mortified as him, and trying to escape the questioning looks of everyone she quickly excused herself, mumbling something about helping Sigrid with breakfast, even though none of the Bardlings were awake yet.

Kíli and the others watched her dash out of the living room, but no one dared to comment. Thorin eyed his nephews carefully, but decided to let it slide for now. If it was important, they would come to talk to him eventually.

Fíli was still panting and beet red when Kíli came up next to him.

“That went well, didn’t it?” he commented, as they watched everyone getting ready for breakfast, the previous scene already forgotten.

If looks could kill, the youngest Durin prince would’ve died on the spot, twice. Fíli muttered something about needing some air and stomped out of the house into the cold morning air.

Kíli sighed heavily and pouted his lips, looking at the pile of blankets on the ground.

“Another good plan gone to waste.”

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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 1 year

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A Night To Remember

You know how Sam got pulled into the fellowship by dropping some eaves? Well, imagine that, but my dear reader, you are Bilbo’s gardener and you happen to overhear the most intriguing conversation pertaining to a certain quest for a mountain!

This is the first fic that I have ever posted, I hope you like it! I appreciate comments and reblogs! Also, I nearly named it "Dropping Eaves" haha

Hobbit fem!reader with the last name of Underhill no use of y/n! (I tried to keep it vague but I thought I should add the hobbit’s iconic wavy and curly hair, so boom, you have hobbit hair :>)

Relationships:

All platonic!

Warnings include:

Mention of ale (Like once, I think)

Embarrassment (does that count as a warning? I think it does)

Thorin being moody (what’s new?)

When you decided to stay late to trim Mr. Baggins' hedges, you had not imagined there would be so much activity! The freshly painted door endured an onslaught of abuse as knock after knock sounded through the crisp night air. You had briefly wondered if dear Mr. Bilbo had planned a party and neglected to invite you. But that idea was soon tossed out of your mind as you heard the hobbit in question squawk in indignation as yet another stranger entered his home. You could practically picture it! His face would be flushed and exasperated and how he would stomp his feet as hobbit after hobbit entered through the round door- no that wasn’t quite right, Bilbo’s unexpected company did not seem to be shire-folk.

You quickly moved from your spot next to a lovely bush of flowers to a shaded alcove near a window which was open just a crack. Carefully you moved to peer inside but stilled as you realized you were about to invade the privacy of your employer. You could never do such a thing, as you considered yourself a respectable hobbit! But as Bilbo raised his voice once more, you heard yourself mutter oh, bother! And nimbly moved to look through the pane of glass.

Inside was at first, as you expected, warm and filled with the comforts of home, but the longer you looked the more confused you became. It seemed Mr. Baggins' house had been invaded by a group of bearded folk! They were taller than Bilbo but not near tall enough to be human. Dwarves then, you resolved but paused to wonder what dwarves were doing in the small corner of the world you called home. As you pondered, you saw a tall man who was most definitely not a dwarf, nor a hobbit, hunched over in the hall next to Bilbo. With his back facing you, you could not tell who he was. Perhaps they had come to rob Mr. Bilbo of all his earthly possessions! The thought did not seem entirely implausible as you watched the dwarves carry chairs, silverware, dishes and what seemed to be the tea cakes you had baked for Bilbo!

But luckily for Bilbo, you thought, it did not seem that they would run off with his belongings but instead set the table farther down the hall. You struggled to see them but you found no trouble in hearing the merry gathering as they shouted happily and exchanged mugs of Ale. To put it mildly, it fascinated you! Whenever Bilbo let you use his library, you jumped towards his books and ledgers filled with stories of far-off places and beings. You dreamed of exploring the woods and meeting all manner of creatures, but never did you think you would realize that dream, let alone in the Shire! The most brilliant of smiles was painted upon your face as you watched Bilbo and his guests, suddenly wishing you could join in on the merry-making. However, you would settle for being a fly on the wall.

As the evening continued, you could not pull yourself away from the small window, never before had you seen Bilbo in such an uproar, only to be dismissed as his guests began to sing the most lively of tunes! You balled your hands into the fabric of your gardening apron to keep them from clapping along to the beat of the song, which centred on the displeasure of Bilbo. Oh, how you could live in this moment forever! As the song came to a close, there was a pounding on the door that caused you to startle and fall back into a freshly-weeded flower bed.

You scrambled back to your place in the alcove as you heard the door open. Pressing yourself close to the outside of Bagend, you listened. A deep voice sounded, though you could not clearly hear him. As the voices moved through the house, you began to worry that you may be spotted. Quickly, you ducked low but as you lowered yourself below the window, you could have sworn a tall man in grey looked your way.

Inside the warm house, the dwarves gathered close to their leader and the party shuffled back to the table that had been cleaned off moments before. Gandalf however, had his sharp eyes focused on a window where a flash of curled hair moved downwards. With a deep hum, he turned back to the dwarves and one poor hobbit as they began their discussion.

After Gandalf had pressed the fact that a hobbit would be the perfect choice for a burglar, he excused himself to allow the dwarves to ruminate over his words. He moved through the house with relative ease, considering his size, and stayed close to the shadowed corners to avoid being seen by any possible interloper. Oh so silently, he made his way to the front door of Bagend and opened it slowly, avoiding any creaks and cracks. The grey wizard found himself rather relieved that Bilbo’s freshly painted door had also been oiled to move smoothly upon its hinges.

Meanwhile, you sat listening to the dwarves and Bilbo. The man who you now understood to be Gandalf the Grey, slipped by your watch as your eyes lit with thoughts of their noble quest to Erebor. How wonderful it sounded! Never had you felt so truly close to your favourite books and tales as you did now. Picturing yourself upon a steed, riding towards a lonesome mountain, fighting a great dragon and coming home filled with stories to share caused you to miss as a shadow grew behind you.

“And what do you think you are doing out here young Miss?” A looming voice questioned.

With a squeak, you fell away from the window and quickly turned to stare up at the wizard who stood so close to you. Panic set in as you failed to come up with an answer, and your eyes darted about only to land on your sheers which you had dropped on the ground earlier.

“I was trimming the hedges!” you blurted. Lying had never been your strongest skill but you were proficient enough to get yourself out of sticky situations. But when caught red-handed by an imposing wizard, all skill left you and you were left stuttering and grasping for a reply.

“A little late to be trimming the verge isn’t it?” he calmly rebutted.

“Well, I- well you see-” you began but were promptly cut off as Gandalf chuckled at your expense.

“My dear, it is plain to see that you were eavesdropping, but it is also very clear that your stealth is unmatched, for even I did not notice you for quite some time.”

You felt your face grow hot under his scrutinizing yet kind gaze. You couldn't quite tell if he was trying to compliment you or incriminate you further. When you played hide and seeking games with your neighbour's children you could go oh so long without being found! But in this case, you found yourself feeling rather deviant and ashamed. As Gandalf looked upon your face, it seemed he could see your thought pattern and stated in a soft voice “It was a good skill to have,” and added to the end, “Now, I think you should come inside and meet the others.” A mischievous smile crept onto his face as you swallowed.

Walking inside the familiar dwelling your feet dragged somewhat behind Gandalf’s steps but as you heard the voices of the dwarves you couldn’t help but perk up at the thought of speaking with them. Gandalf guided you to where they all sat and one by one, they turned to look at you with expressions of curiosity, mirth, and annoyance. Whether you were ready for your fantasies to come true or not it was time to face the beings you oft dreamt of meeting.

“Gandalf, who might this young lass be?” A dwarf with the strange hat said while staring at you, his eyes a warm brown that twinkled in the low light of the room.

“This, Master Bofur,” Gandalf began, “is Miss Underhill, Master Bilbo’s gardener I believe.”

Before Gandalf could continue, a dwarf with a refined air stood and questioned in the same deep voice you heard from the door, “And what exactly is she doing here?”

“Well, I-” Gandalf began but was once more interpreted as Bilbo walked back into the hall. He locked eyes with you, and they blew wide as he took in your slightly dishevelled appearance, for you were sure that you had grass stains and dirt upon your clothing from the day and evening happenings.

“Why, Miss Underhill, what on earth are you doing here at this hour?” he said, exasperation clear upon his face and in his voice. It was strange to hear your last name from him as you had grown quite close throughout your employment at Bagend. You reasoned all the shock of the evening had rattled him quite thoroughly already, and that your appearance did not help in the slightest. Looking back over to Gandalf, he looked rather annoyed to be interrupted but turned to you once more with a glint behind his eye that could only mean trouble.

“You see Master dwarf and hobbit, this young lady was trimming the hedge,” said with a pointed look at you, “when she overheard what was meant for our ears alone.”

“So she knows of our quest?” A young dwarf spoke up, your eyes flitted over to him and saw that his beard was little more than scruff. He must be quite young then, you thought.

“Yes Master Kili, she does know of our quest to the Lonely Mountain, and I believe that she would make a most splendid addition to the company.” Gandalf finished.

In an instant, the room was filled with voices disagreeing with each other. It seemed they grew louder and louder, and even Bilbo had joined in to protest the both of you attending such a venture. As the bickering continued, you looked about the room to see many disgruntled faces and you could only imagine your look of shock at the prospect of joining their quest to take back their home.

“Enough!” The dwarven leader roared and the room quickly fell quiet. “Gandalf, first, you propose that an unqualified burglar join us,” He began with a cadence of resentment, “And then you bring a gardener into our meeting without warning and demand she be added to our company!”

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle-folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” A large dwarf with a tattooed head spoke up, and you found yourself suddenly defensive of both your livelihood and your ability to handle yourself outside of your home.

“As I have said.” Gandalf stated sternly, “Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet and our interloper,” he gestured to you, “seems to have quite the gift for stealth as she has been here for longer than all of us.”

All eyes turned to you and you once again grew warm under the stare of so many beings. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out, you closed your eyes for a moment and took a breath. Opening them once more, your eyes drifted to Bilbo who looked entirely perplexed.

“Well, I- You see I- I was staying late to finish cutting down some of the hedges and tend to the magnolia bush, you see, I’m sure it will bloom soon and- and-” you trailed off.

“And?” An old dwarf with a snow-white beard raised an eyebrow as he cued you to continue. You swallowed and gathered yourself once more, now determined to make a better impression than a stealthy interloper, as Gandalf had so kindly put it.

“I was finishing my work when all of you started to arrive and I was simply fascinated as I have never seen any dwarves before. To state it simply, my curiosity got the better of me, I hope you’ll forgive me.” You looked down as you finished, afraid of how the party would look at you or what they would say. There was a weighty silence that prevented you from moving a centimetre.

“Well, I must say that it’s rather impressive not even Kili and I had noticed you!” A voice exclaimed in a cheery tone, you slowly raised your eyes to see a dwarf with golden hair smiling at you, and you found a small smile creeping onto your own face.

“Aye, and I assure you, we are quite keen!” The young dwarf who must have been Kili replied. At this, you started to feel a sense of hope that you would not be cast out but rather, welcomed into the group, however, your thoughts were interpreted as the leader of the dwarves looked your way and spoke.

“Regardless of any petty skill, I fail to see the claim you have to join us in our quest. Furthermore, why should I allow another addition to the company?” He said, not quite as a question but as a statement. You found yourself suddenly annoyed, had you given reason for him to question your integrity?

“Well, I find it rather insulting that you would write me off without a second thought. Furthermore,” you began mimicking his words, “from what I gather, Mr. Bilbo is yet to agree to join, leaving you a burglar short!”

“Lass, are you sure you would want to take on such a burdensome quest?” The old dwarf with snow-white hair spoke up, “Not to mention the many dangers that lay ahead.”

Before you could reply, you looked to Bilbo, who was visibly pale and faint. Cautiously, you asked him if he was quite alright and to your surprise, he laughed.

“You can’t possibly be entertaining this! To think, you and me gallivanting across the world!” Poor Bilbo seemed frantic and before you could think through your reply you uttered to Mr. Baggins horror that you were considering joining. Bilbo threw up his hands and began to walk toward his sitting room, and Gandalf took the silent moment as his cue to speak up.

“Well, I think that settles it. Balin, will you fetch the contract?” Gandalf smiled down at you, and you couldn't help but return the gesture, the old dwarf, known as Balin looked over to their leader and he gave a small and reluctant nod. As a lengthy piece of paper was passed over to you, you began reading. You would never admit it, but you skimmed most of the contract looking for the place where you would leave your signature. With a smile, you accepted a quill from Gandalf and cemented your place in the company.

Balin took the contract back and after looking it over, turned to you and said “Well, Miss Underhill, I formally welcome you to the company of Thorin Oakansheild.”

There was a round of cheers, and you shook hands with most of the dwarves in the room. Your eyes, however, looked towards the sitting room where Bilbo had retreated to. Gandalf seemed to follow your line of sight and hunched down to whisper to you that Balin possessed an extra copy of the contract and that you may yet travel with Mr. Baggins.

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion you turned to face Gandalf and thanked him, for this was truly a night to remember.

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 8 months

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Okay, so I've decided to do Fic Rec Fridays at the end of the month now that I've been keeping a fanfic reading log. Guys. I've read A LOT of fic this month. 😅 Okay so I think the best thing is to organize this by rating and then word count. Please note that this is a pure reading log so I'm just listing fic, author, and small "what it's about".

For August I Read:

397,333 Words

20 Fics

17 Authors

Rating G:

AU-gust Mashups by @ahufflepuffhobbit- Short BOTFA fix-it with an ill-timed confession. Let's face it, this is how we all wanted to see BOTFA end.

Love Makes You Blind by thorinsbeard- Small little oneshot where Bilbo thinks Thorin is blind and can't stop staring. It had me rolling when Thorin told Bilbo he's an underwear model.

Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities by @nocompromise-noregrets- Oneshot from Frodo's POV as famous food critic, Thorin Oakeshield, arrives as his uncle's restaurant. All the interactions between the characters were fun as well as seeing Bagginshield through Frodo's eyes.

Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah- Multi-chapter story with refugee Thorin struggling through English, but he meets Bilbo who accepts him as he is. Honestly, super fluffy fic with lots of family moments that I really wish there was a sequel, but accept it as is.

Rating T:

Drawn by thorinsbeard- Oneshot where Bilbo stumbles upon some NSFW versions of himself in another cafe patron's sketchbook (in an uncreepy way). Will hope and anticipate a smutty sequel.

Prize Enough for Me by StrivingArtist- Two-shot with Bilbo chasing after Azog after believing he killed Thorin to enact his revenge. I'm always here for some BAMF Bilbo.

When Darkness Shines Brightest by @lordoftherazzles- Multi-chapter Hades/Persephone take. The introspection of Thorin's character blows me away in this fic.

Rating M:

How to Beat Gold Sickness by Epoxide- Cute oneshot where Fili and Kili decide that announcing that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's child will shake the gold sickness. Now I just need the sequel where Bilbo says that it's actually true.

Dating Blind by badskippy- Jealous waiter Thorin does sabotages Bilbo's blind dates. This was just perfect, and yes, Thorin does make up for it.

Sparks & Gardens by @fantasyinallforms- Down on his luck Thorin manages to get the best deal of his life when he becomes gentleman Bilbo Baggins handyman. Look, regency is normally not my taste, but this fic does such a good job of just making that the setting and not necessarily the theme (if that makes sense).

The Kitchen Thief by @mordellestories- Multi-chapter Tolkien AU (?) where Thorin still has dwarven blood but can get by with appearing as a human baker in a time where anyone else is treated with discrimination. I will forever be laughing at Bilbo's "oh no, it's the nutty baker" comment.

Stranded by @tickles-ivory- Multi-chapter AU where Thorin and Bilbo live in separate universes but find each other. Honestly, super cute concept and execution with fun "slice of life" chapters at the end.

My Love's a Noble Madness by silverneko9lives0- Bilbo works at an insane asylum where Thorin is a patient who thinks he's in love with him. Okay, I have to say that the tags on this had me scared for A LONG time, but there's actually 0 non-con after Thorin gets medicated and you find out the fucked up situation they find themselves in the beginning is all Azog/Sauron/Melkor's fault.

Rating E:

Look At You by thorinsbeard- Bilbo uses the ring to sneak into Thorin's room, accidentally witnessing the dwarf king masturbating. This fic is so hot and honestly another that I would 100% read a sequel for.

Evening Interlude by paranoid_fridge- Bilbo and Thorin have an evening to themselves for bondage fun. Seriously though, if you're wanting a fic with some heavy bondage kinks, this is the perfect fic.

If You Lend a King a Hand by Cranbear- Bilbo assists Thorin out in the woods, and they have come to an understanding regarding future engagements. Look, I just know this fic is going to checkmark some kinks for me and dom!Bilbo is just an added bonus.

Through the mist (I find you) by @consultingpacha- Thorin has developed amnesia after the events of BOTFA, and Bilbo returns to discover this as well as the fact that he's engaged. Guilty smut and angsty feelios galore (though we are promised a happy ending)!

Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles- Thorin and Bilbo accidently got married in Bree after one drunken mistake and have now ended up as next door neighbors. This is the type of romcom shenanigans that I am 100% here for, featuring Roac tormenting Lobelia in this newest chapter!

Unrated:

the legend by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)- Bilbo thinks he's still banished and the Company thinks he's dead, and once this misunderstanding comes to light, Bilbo decides to travel with the returning caravan from Ered Luin. Bilbo probably dragged this out longer than necessary, but we're finally to the point where he reveals himself, and I need to know what happens next.

#sunny recs it #the hobbit #bagginshield #honestly i was a little shocked because this has been a bit of a busy month for me #no wonder i can never update on time...

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T4T Kiliel Headcanons

Trans! Kili Headcanons

Kili knew he was trans during his early teens and came out to his family, all which were extremely supportive. He realized he was trans since AFAB dwarves often get read as male due to their facial hair, and found that he was so happy when people thought he was a boy, and then he realized he IS a boy!

Dís was extremely proud of him when he came out and made him his first binder. When he told her she shouted to the rooftops, “THANK DURIN, I HAVE TWO SONS NOW!!!”

Fili was OVERJOYED since he had always wanted a brother. He becomes extremely protective of him, and he and Thorin will fight anyone that is transphobic to him and misgenders or deadnames him.

Having a queer family member (Thorin) was extremely helpful since Thorin had an idea of what Kili was going through as a queer person himself (although he obviously can only understand so much as a gay cis man), so his uncle takes it upon himself to be the one to educate everyone on trans issues and on how it’s so important that everyone uses Kili’s correct name and pronouns.

Contrary to popular belief, he is not on testosterone and doesn’t want to go on it. AFAB dwarves already have higher levels of testosterone than non-dwarf AFAB people, so he can easily grow his facial hair and his voice is kind of androgynous, which he is okay with.

He’s non-dysphoric, so he doesn’t feel the need to medically transition at all, but everyone in his family and in Thorin and Co sees him as the man he is regardless.

He binds on certain occasions, and when he does he binds safely and never binds for more than 8 hours a day, and makes sure to not bind while he is in battle or doing any sort of strenuous physical activity that could hurt him while binding.

Again, Kili is non-dysphoric so he doesn’t want top surgery. He gets euphoria from how his chest looks like when he binds but he is okay with his unbound chest too. Besides, top surgery involves recovery time which he doesn’t have as he’s constantly fighting orcs and is on the move ever since the dwarves lost their home in Erebor.

He LOVES to pack. He doesn’t have bottom dysphoria but he gets euphoria from packing, which he does a lot. His prosthetic packers are made by other dwarves so they are incredibly realistic and let’s just say they do their job pretty well. He also likes his packers to be really creative and come in a bunch of funky colors and designs, and he prides himself in that since that’s something that cis men won’t ever get to experience

Al of his community and the dwarves around him are supportive of his gender, the only transphobia he could ever face would be from non-dwarves, but that rarely happens since Thorin and Fili have a reputation of stabbing people that are transphobic to Kili.

He’s very openly trans. He doesn’t want to go stealth and he proudly wears the colors of the trans flag whenever he can. Dís always makes sure to knit him trans pride stuff. He loves being trans and would never want to be cis.

His gender presentation is pretty masc, but he likes dressing in an androgynous way sometimes. Every once in a while he’ll also want to try the pretty boy aesthetic and paint his nails and wear makeup more feminine clothing such as dresses and skirts, but in his day to day he is mostly masculine.

There are definitely more trans and non-binary dwarves, but he doesn’t know them very well, since the ones that he knows of live in the Iron Hills with Dáin, so he’s only ever heard of them.

He passes pretty well when he binds, but like I said he doesn’t bind all the time since he’s constantly fighting orcs and doing strenuous physical activity. So he only passes when he binds, and that’s okay with him. He knows he doesn’t need to pass to be valid, and he always corrects people when they misgender him. He wishes he would get read as male more often even when he doesn’t bind though, but being misgendered doesn’t give him social dysphoria (although it is certainly annoying).

Kili is a straight trans man, he’s only into women, but there were not a lot of dwarf women around him besides Dís (his mom) when he was growing up so he never really got the chance to date until he met Tauriel.

Trans! Tauriel Headcanons

Unlike Kili, Tauriel didn’t realize she was trans until she was well into adulthood. Similarly to Kili, she realized she was trans when mortal men gendered her as female, and realized that being read as female felt so much better than being read as male. But even after she realized she was trans, she spent a long time trying to repress her transness.

All of that changed when she met Legolas and became his friend. Legolas is agender (they use any pronouns but don’t mind when people call use he/him for her), and he taught her that there was nothing wrong with who she is.

Tauriel had a rough childhood. Her parents were killed by orcs so she was on her own until she met Legolas, and Thranduil basically took her in as his adoptive daughter. That’s why Legolas says that he would forgive her if she came back after helping the dwarves.

Although Thranduil did not approve of her as a partner for Legolas, that does not mean he does not respect her. Having a trans kid himself, Thranduil knows how important it is to be a trans ally. He’s also very very gay for Bard, so like Thorin he has experience with the queer community and educates his subjects on trans and non-binary issues. He does not tolerate any transphobia towards her, and he banishes any elf that purposefully misgenders or deadnames her.

Also, Thranduil was DEFINITELY wrong about Legolas and Tauriel ever being a thing. They’re pretty much siblings in every sense of the word, and have never been romantically interested in each other. Plus, since Tauriel is kind of Thranduil’s adopted daughter, that would be incest so no thanks. That’s precisely why Thranduil was so against them as a couple.

At first she identified as non-binary, but as she kept talking with Legolas about gender she realized that she’s a binary trans woman.

Legolas was obviously the one that helped her with her transition since she knew what it was like to question their gender and explore gender presentation. They helped her get feminine clothes, tested out pronouns and names for her, got her breast forms, and talked to her about trans and non-binary issues.

AMAB elves are already pretty androgynous due to their long hair, so that was certainly an advantage to Tauriel’s transition. Sometimes people (especially mortals from Lake Town) had a hard time figuring out her gender before she transitioned, and now that she presents more femininely these mortals are even more confused about her gender, as she looks very androgynous. She doesn’t mind and sometimes finds it amusing when she confuses them, although she does wish she would get read as female more often.

While Kili is non-dysphoric, Tauriel is EXTREMELY dysphoric. Looking back at it, her dysphoria was always there even before she knew she was trans. She just thought that everyone felt like she did. But her dysphoria continued to get worse over the years, and once she realized she’s a woman it actually increased.

That’s why Tauriel had FFS, or facial feminization surgery, (since elves are skilled healers after all, so they would know all about gender affirming surgeries). She has also been on estrogen for about a 100 years. Her dysphoria is a lot better now because of it, but she still has some body and social dysphoria.

At the start of her transition she felt like she needed to be hyperfeminine and overcompensate for her transness. She felt like she was never “female enough” and since she came out later in life, a lot of elves around her would accidentally misgender her and that really hurt her since she has social dysphoria. That made her feel like she had “failed” at being a woman.

Legolas had to explain to her that she hadn’t “failed” at anything, and that other people’s perception of her does not define her. Still, he would ALWAYS correct people when they misgendered her, and anyone that is transphobic to her faces their wrath (and arrows!)

They also told her that she didn’t have to be hyperfeminine to be valid. After Legolas explained this, she became more comfortable not being hyperfeminine 24/7. That’s why her gender presentation today is very fluid. She can be very feminine in some days, dress more androgynously in others, and sometimes she can even present more masculinely.

Legolas has helped her voice train for hundreds of years, so she’s a master at it. That’s why her normal voice today is pretty high pitched and similar to a cis woman’s. However, she can still speak in a deep voice if she wants, and on certain occasions she will use it to surprise people, especially when she needs to startle and distract orcs and giant spiders.

She refuses to tuck even though she has bottom dysphoria. Legolas taught her how to tuck once but it was extremely uncomfortable for her so she never did it again. Besides, she’s not okay with the possible risks tucking can have.

She doesn’t know if she wants bottom surgery or not. It would help her dysphoria, but she’s afraid of how the recovery may go and what the results will look like. And again, surgeries include recovery time and she’s captain of the guard and there are a lot more orcs and spiders to fight than earlier when she had FFS. Although Thranduil and Legolas would 100% support her if she chose to have the surgery and would cover for her in her job, she still feels an obligation to Mirkwood and would not want to take that much time off. So she’s thinking about it. Which is fine, considering she’s an immortal and has all the time in the world.

Pretty much everyone in Mirkwood knows she’s trans since she came out later in life, so it’s nearly impossible for her to be stealth there. However, she does like to go stealth whenever she’s around people that only know her after her transition, and she goes stealth whenever she’s in Lake Town since she transitioned before the mortals there were even born.

Elves have a very accepting attitude towards trans, non-binary, and gender diverse people since most of them are already androgynous. That’s why Mirkwood has a vibrant queer, trans, and non-binary community, so she knows several other trans and non-binary people besides her and Legolas. She feels at home in her community.

Tauriel practically faces no transphobia in Mirkwood at all, considering how Thranduil would banish anyone that disrespected her and Legolas would most likely shoot arrows through them.

However, she has faced a lot of transphobia when she is around Lake Town. The mortals are not as enlightened as elves when it comes to gender stuff, and so many mortal men will purposefully misgender her or not trust her when she says she’s female. She used to get this a lot when she was at the beginning of her transition. She still gets transphobia every once in a while, but not as much now that she has transitioned.

Tauriel never had time for dating since she’s been very busy as captain of the guard. She doesn’t label her sexuality though, as she doesn’t really think about the gender of the people she would date if she wasn’t with Kili. That’s why she jokingly refers to herself as “Kilisexual.”

T4T Kiliel Couple Headcanons

They obviously immediately bonded over being trans, and seeing Tauriel as a visibly out trans woman meant the WORLD to Kili considering that she was the first trans person he’d ever met.

Tauriel actually made Kili have a sexuality crisis for a second, since she is very androgynous and he wasn’t 100% sure if she was indeed a woman. Of course, that other androgynous elf in Rivendell that he said “isn’t that bad” didn’t help this crisis either. But once he confirmed that Tauriel is female, the sexuality crisis was averted and he was sure once again that he is straight.

Tauriel used to hate being trans for a long time. She would envy a lot of her cis female elf friends and wish she could be cis too. She would often tell Legolas that she would give anything to be cis, so she could feel like a “real girl.” Legolas explained to her that that is internalized transphobia, but she couldn’t help how she felt. However, all of that changed when she met Kili.

Seeing Kili be so happy as an out and proud trans man made her realize that being trans isn’t just pain and suffering. She already knew that there are trans people that are happy being trans and loved that about themselves thanks to Legolas, but she couldn’t imagine ever being that way.

Kili helped her be proud as a trans woman, something that she had never felt before. He helped her realize that she is beautiful BECAUSE of her transness and not in spite of it. She had felt ashamed about being trans for so long, but that shame went away after she hung out with Kili during his imprisonment. He taught her that she IS a real girl, and that no one but her can tell her what her gender is.

He also helped her unlock gender euphoria. Tauriel’s trans experience had mostly revolved around her dysphoria, while Kili’s had revolved around his euphoria. One way he did that was by dancing and spinning her around so her skirts would soar in the air. This gives her so much euphoria, and it’s something Tauriel will never forget.

Tauriel teaches Kili how to voice train with the help of transmasc elves in her community so he can make his voice a little deeper since he’s not on testosterone. They voice train together!

Together they discover trans joy and trans love. For instance, she will compliment his packers and he will endlessly woo her about how she is so beautiful that she walks in starlight.

They go to pride together! They go to the pride parades in Erebor and Mirkwood, and when Bard starts the first Lake Town pride they go there too. They also go to the pride Bilbo and Thorin organize every year in the shire.

Thanks to Kili, Tauriel now wears her trans colors proudly. She only does that in Mirkwood, since like I already said she wants to go stealth when she’s outside of it. Kili respects that decision 100%. And Dís always knits her stuff with the trans flag as well.

They do their makeup and paint their nails together too! Tauriel will do his makeup and nails when he has his pretty boy days, and Kili loves to help her with hers when she presents femininely.

Although Kili doesn’t relate to Tauriel’s dysphoria since he doesn’t have it, he is always there for her when dysphoria gets her down. He reminds her of how beautiful she is and affirms her gender constantly. Tauriel also affirms his gender all the time.

Also, Kili never dies, PERIOD. No dying is allowed here. Thorin and Fili also don’t die either, and Bard takes limpë and becomes immortal because I ship Barduil and I make the rules.

Ultimately, they both have very different trans experiences. Kili is non-dysphoric, came out earlier in his life, didn’t know a lot of trans people, hasn’t faced a lot of transphobia, doesn’t want to go stealth, and is not transitioning medically, while Tauriel is dysphoric, came out later in life, has been in community with other trans people, has faced a lot of transphobia, goes stealth when she can, and has medically transitioned. However, they both respect each other’s trans journeys and acknowledge that even though they have different experiences, they are both still trans enough and 100% trans. Because transness isn’t a monolith, and there is no one way to be trans.

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The hobbit fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

as sunshine falls on the wretched by KivrinEngle - Rated G

Bilbo Baggins, the newly appointed Master of Bag End, has just reached his majority. He lives alone in his fine house, managing his estate, and ignoring the people of Hobbiton as much as they avoid him. When a storm lands him with an unexpected (and unwelcome) little visitor, all Bilbo wants to do is find the baby Dwarf's missing family so he can get back to his own life. That's not what happens.

dig your roots ('fore the sun goes down) by GuardianofDawn - Rated T

It isn't that Shirefolk - one Bilbo Baggins included - go out of their way to keep their gifts a secret. They just don't consider any of it abnormal or gossip-with-strangers worthy. Hobbits can pass unseen and unheard when they wish, because hobbits are children of the earth and growing things. Hobbits will say it is because they don't clod about in steel toed boots. Hobbits can choose to grow their children in groves, like prayers granted by Yavanna. Hobbits, if questioned, would mildly ask why else you would call growing trees a 'nursery'. And sometimes, as all hobbits know, a grove born hobbit may have been twice-grown. Shirefolk will comment that such a hobbit was born knowing a shortcut to mushrooms, and count their blessings when Gandalf Greyhame does not make himself involved in the matter. (They weren't so lucky as that last with Bilbo.)

First Impressions by BeautifulFiction - Rated G

‘Do we not feed you enough, Master Baggins?’ Bilbo rolled his eyes, glad that his back was to Thorin. By the Valar, the dwarf knew how to make even a simple question into a challenge. He found flaw in everything, and Bilbo was sorely tempted to throw the apple he had picked at Thorin’s head. Only the grumble of his belly and the tattered remnants of his good manners stayed his hand. They did not, however, control his tongue.

The 'H' Word by Trixylune - Rated G

For a Hobbit Kink Meme Prompt: Lets say that the term 'halfling' is an extreme insult to Hobbits. and during the Journey, Bilbo doesn't realise that the Dwarves don't know what the term actually means and doesn't understand why they are being so vulgar towards him. Lets also say that Gandalf was riding too far ahead or something and doesn't realise what's going on until dinner one night when he hears one of the dwarves (Bofur/Ori? Plz?) jokingly call Bilbo 'Halfling' and is furious. Gandalf:"BOFUR! Do NOT use that word in my presence again!" Dwarves:??

How To Win A Hobbit's Affection by Tehri - Rated G

There are a few key differences in how hobbits and dwarves court. These differences can lead to a good deal of confusion, and while Thorin is certainly not the image of a subtle dwarf, Bilbo is still utterly confused about what is going on.

Let your colours bleed (And blend with mine) by Xenomorphic - Rated T

Hobbits glow whenever they are happy. Of course Gandalf forgot to tell the dwarves.

The Age of Miscommunication by SilverSkiesAtMidnight - Rated T

“It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!” Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe. The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him. “What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending. “You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks. Bilbo frowns at the young dwarf. “I’m fifty years old. Well, fifty-one, come springtime. Though it is not very polite to ask someone their age so bluntly,” he tells him primly. Fíli makes a choked sound, and Nori lets out a vicious string of swears in Khuzdul.

Beauty Weeps the Brave by LaoraRyn - Rated G

None of the dwarves understand why bouquets of flowers adorn these tombs in the catacombs of Erebor. But then, none of them ever really understood Bilbo Baggins, either.

You Got Me by drunkonwriting - Rated G

The Company shows their affection for Bilbo in accordance with dwarvish tradition. Bilbo... has no idea why everyone keeps giving him gifts. (Dwarves give gifts of craft to start friendships or romance. Everybody lives AU, canon-compliant through the first movie.)

A Pretty Face by panickyintheuk - Rated G

Bilbo does his best to prove that he isn't completely shallow. The Company doesn't seem convinced, for some reason.

One Hobbit Against Five Armies of Stupidity by driedupwishes - Rated G

Bilbo Baggins was tired, dirty, and had had it up to here with everyone's ridiculous stubbornness. He swore when he got his hands on Gandalf the Grey, he was going to bloody strangle him. That would be after he knocked some sense into that damn gold crazed dwarf first, however. That was, of course, if he lived through the experience of letting Thorin Oakshield know he had the Arkenstone.

The Road Goes Ever On And On by myredturtle - Rated G

Being dead doesn't stop Bilbo Baggins from wanting to solve riddles and set out on adventures

The Ladder by Milliethekitty27 - Rated G

Inspired from a post made by wheeloffortune-design on tumblr. Tired of his lonely kitchen in Yavanna's Garden, Bilbo Baggins wonders if the dwarven love of being underground is true in death. If so, maybe his dwarves are living (ha ha) under the very land Bilbo is weeding. With that thought, Bilbo goes and asks Hamfast for a shovel.

Arkenrocks by Cimila - Rated G

The thing Gandalf neglected to mention when he assured Thorin Oakenshield and Company that Bilbo Baggins of Bag End would be the perfect thief for their mission was this: A Hobbit wouldn't be able to tell a diamond from a pearl, or from an Arkenstone - no matter how hard they try. This leads to some confusion, on Bilbos part. And some frustration, again on Bilbos part. (What sort of a description was 'heart of the mountain', anyway? A useless one, that's what.)

dine with the blood on my hands by aHostileRainbow - Rated G

What if the dwarves did break one of Belladonna Took's prized dishes? [Another AU snapshot of Bilbo Baggins losing his temper and being a BAMF about it.]

The Most Ancient and Sacred Hobbit Remedy by Ingi - Rated G

Conkers is a game of skill and fun, a perfect way to let off steam to prevent many in-families assassinations from ocurring, and most of all, training. Because in Hobbit culture, many things are sacred, but very few as sacred as generosity and constraint. And sometimes, of course, a hobbit becomes overly greedy. It happens even in the best of families —Bilbo's, even, has a perfect example, coughLobeliacough—, and so, the hobbits long devised a solution: the Most Ancient and Sacred Hobbit Remedy for Greediness. It works nine times out of ten, and the one that doesn't is usually due to death or severe injury meddling in the process.

To Love Is To Live by erikaehm - Rated G

Twist on the 'Bilbo takes in a dwarf' stories.

Bilbo does take in a dwarf … but not Thorin, Fili, Kili, or Ori.

He takes in Bifur.

On Omelettes by icarus_chained - Rated G

Bilbo interrupts an argument between Bombur and Dwalin to explain the hobbit approach to ancestral weaponry, and the insanity of more or less the entire Took line. Or: why frying pans are a hobbit's weapon of choice.

Listen by Neyiea - Rated G

Bilbo's always had a good ear for languages, so with a little bit of effort on his part, and a small amount of help from an unlikely source, he begins to learn Khuzdul.

#veryace recs #the hobbit #hobbit battle of the five armies #battle of the five armies #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #gandalf #killi #filli #bifur the dwarf #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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but where does it say in the books fem presenting dwarves have beards

Where does it say it in the books? Okay, let's see (and this isn't even an exhaustive list of the textual proof of all Tolkien dwarves having beards).

Amazon has the rights to the appendices of LotR which includes this:

“It was said by Gimli that there are few dwarf-women, probably no more than a third of the whole people. They seldom walk abroad except at great need. They are in voice and appearance, and in garb if they must go on a journey, so like to the dwarf-men that the eyes and ears of other peoples cannot tell them apart. This has given rise to the foolish opinion among Men that there are no dwarf-women, and that the Dwarves ‘grow out of stone” (Durin’s Folk, LotR Appendix A).

And from the Histories of Middle Earth (Amazon does not have the rights to the Histories) but it is still evidence of Tolkien's intent for female dwarves to have beards:

“The Naugrim were ever, as they still remain, short and squat in stature; they were deep-breasted, strong in the arm, and stout in the leg, and their beards were long. Indeed this strangeness they have that no Man nor Elf has ever seen a beardless Dwarf - unless he were shaven in mockery, and would then be more like to die of shame than of many other hurts that to us would seem more deadly. For the Naugrim have beards from the beginning of their lives, male and female alike; nor indeed can their womenkind be discerned by those of other race, be it in feature or in gait or in voice, nor in any wise save this: that they go not to war, and seldom save at direst need issue from their deep bowers and halls. It is said, also, that their womenkind are few, and that save their kings and chieftains few Dwarves ever wed; wherefore their race multiplied slowly, and now is dwindling” (Concerning Dwarves, The History of Middle Earth vol. 11).

The only way you can tell male and female dwarves apart is by the fact female dwarves do not go to war.

If they [Amazon] want to argue faint sideburns are enough to count as a bearded dwarrowdam in a society that places a high value on the length of beards to the point where they would rather die than be shaven, then I would call them cowards.

I've heard people use the argument of the design of the dwarves in the Hobbit to justify short beards and while I do not wish to come back often to previous adaptations, especially those by Peter Jackson when speaking about Rings of Power, at least the choice to have a prominent character like Thorin Oakenshield wear a shorter beard is consistent with Tolkien’s other writings.

Here is what Richard Armitage says about it:

“I needed to find a reason for this and when I read Thorin’s account of how when his grandfather and father, Thrór and Thráin, came out of the lonely mountain after the attack by Smaug the dragon, they had singed beards. This gave me the solution: he has his beard cut short, as a mark of respect to the indignity suffered by them. Perhaps if he ever gets to sit on his throne again as king he’ll grow a big old beard and tuck it into his belt, just like Tolkien wanted!” (from The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Official Movie Guide)

This choice of ‘mourning ritual’ can be backed up in the appendices:

“Such was the tale that Nár brought back to Thráin; and when he had wept and torn his beard he fell silent. Seven days he sat and said no word” (Durin’s Folk, LotR Appendix A).

There is no reason a dwarvish princess should not have a full beard other than to conform to modern society's idea of gendered appearances, which arguably, were not important among Tolkien’s dwarves considering males and females are said to look identical.

You can read more about my thoughts on the show and lore (including bearded female dwarves) here.

#ask #answered #Rings of Power #Amazon LotR #Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power #Lord of the Rings #Reject The Rings of Power #anti Rings of Power #mine #yes dwarrowdams have beards #BEARDS #Disa not having a beard or some hairy ass legs makes just as much sense as Khazad-dûm having a shit ton of greenery UNDERGROUND #gods everything about this show is atrocious #its like they didnt even read the material they did get the rights for

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Brilliant Disguise ~ Chapter Twenty-One

Both Sophie and Thorin are haunted by their pasts and are uncertain of their futures, but sometimes, chances must be taken…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Josephine (Sophie) Asharm

Warnings: None

Rating: T

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When Sophie woke up the next morning, she was alone and her flat was eerily quiet. She got up and padded into the great room to find Thorin had left her a note on the table, tucked beneath the small crystal duck she kept in the center of the stone:

I took H. to Miss Oakmane’s this morning to let you sleep.

She smiled, folding the missive to bring back into the bedchamber, where she tucked it into the teak box where she kept special mementos, then went about getting ready to meet Bifur for his session. He’d come such a long way since her first days at Erebor, and now, his outbursts were fewer and further between and he spoke Westron as if it was his native tongue now.

It was a crisp, cold morning, with heavy gray clouds overhead and a hint of snow in the air. Still, she didn't mind as Bifur came out, grinning as he greeted her with a hearty, “Good morning, Mrs. Asharm,” in perfect Westron. “Lovely morning, don’t you think?”

“It’s cold out here and you know it.” She rose from the bench as he approached, slipping one hand from its glove to clasp his. “Is this your way of getting back at me for all of the times I forced you to use the Common Speech?”

His laughter boomed out across the courtyard. “Why would you think that? Do I seem so vengeful?”

“I would not have said yes, until this morning.” She hastily tugged her glove back on. “Did you truly wish to work out here this morning?”

“Is it too cold for you?”

“A bit, yes, I’m afraid. Unlike you, I am soft and not built for this cold.”

He squinted up at the clouds. “It will be snowing before long. Winter is almost upon us.”

“So early in the season? It’s not winter yet, after all.”

A nod accompanied his, “I think so, yes. The air has a feel to it, before it snows. I feel that now.”

As he lowered his head and met her gaze, she smiled. “You’ve come a long way, Bifur, and it won’t be long before you’ve forgotten you ever forgot Westron. Why, I think it safe to say you hardly need me any longer.”

His smile faded. “Will you leave Erebor, then? If that is true?”

She shook her head. “I won’t, no.” She hesitated, remembering their last conversation where Thorin was concerned. She had no desire to upset him or embarrass him again.

But he took the lead. “Has Thorin asked you to stay?”

She nodded. “He has, yes.And if you need me—anytime, that is—you need only come and find me. But, for now, I think you have come far enough that you no longer require my help.”

His eyes widened and he caught himself as his jaw started to go slack. “I—I don’t?”

“Not really, no. You speak fluently in both languages once more and I haven’t heard you stutter in some time now. I told you that once the pressure was lifted from your shoulders, you would find speech came to you far more easily, and you’ve proven me right.”

“So, I cannot come and see you any longer?”

“Of course you can.” She smiled, tucking her arm through his to give his a quick squeeze. “My door is always open, Bifur, and for any reason. It doesn’t have to be because you need me as a therapist. I like to think you and I have become friends. Feel free to stop and see me if all you wish to do is sit and chat a while. In Westron,” she added with a wink.

“As do I, like to think we’ve become friends, that is,” he said softly, bobbing his head. Then, his dark eyes grew soft. “I owe much to you, Mrs. Asharm,” he murmured, his voice going gravelly and low, “for without you, I would not have regained my words.”

“I was glad I could help you.” She gave his arm one last squeeze, then slipped free.

“And I apologize for all of the times I cursed you or grew angry with you. I was not the best of patients.”

“Nor were you the worst and you’ve nothing to apologize for. It can be frustrating, when there’s something you so overwhelmingly need to speak, but cannot find the words you know are right there, if only your tongue would behave.” She stepped in front of him. “Do you remember what I said to you the first time we sat down to work together?”

“That I would get this and you were patient.”

“Looks like I was right, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled. “It does, yes. And I thank you. For all of it.”

“You are very welcome. Now, why don’t you go and do whatever it is you do in your free time, and I will finish my paperwork on you and I will officially close your file.”

A hint of sadness fluttered through his eyes. “I did enjoy working with you, even on those days when my anger outweighed everything.”

“You had every reason to be angry and for the most part, you did not let it stand in your way. And I enjoyed working with you as well. And as I said, any time you need me or you just wish to pop in and visit, you know where to find me.”

A hint of color rose along his cheekbones, disappearing into the salt and pepper of his beard. “I will keep that in mind.”

“Good.”

With that, he took himself off, going back indoors, while Sophie turned with a soft sigh and crossed over to the corner where she and Bifur had spent so many hours working together. Closing a case file was always so bittersweet for while she was always happy to see a patient achieve their goals, she usually became very fond of the people with whom she worked and missed not seeing them on a regular basis. Their victories were hers, and she celebrated each accomplishment, but she also missed them when they’d moved on.

Of course, this would be different. Unlike in Dale, she would still see any of the dwarves with whom she’d worked, and with whom she would work in the coming days. She turned back toward Erebor, taking in how the stone gleamed and glinted like polished onyx when the sun struggled through a break in the clouds to hit the surface just right. In the short time she’d been there, she’d come to love the dwarven city almost as much as the dwarves themselves loved it.

And soon it would be her home. She and Thorin and Heather would be a family. Nothing in her wildest imaginings could have prepared her for this. It was as if things happened they way they had on purpose, that this was all part of some greater scheme the universe had for her.

Her smile faded.

Sten was still there. And until he either agreed a divorce or she hit him with a cast iron pan the right way, she and Thorin would be on hold. Her family would be on hold.

Sten still had the power to make her life miserable.

Only now, she had the power to do the same to him.

“Are ye certain he’s here?”

Thorin glared at Dwalin as they stood at the far end of Cedar Street, overlooking the Long Lake and the pilings and boardwalks and the new buildings that were in all stages of construction from skeleton frames to nearly finished, that would soon be homes and businesses in the coming days. Raw, frigid air whipped in off the water, whose surface rippled as if Smaug himself swam in its depths.

It was on a night much like this where Thorin had stood on the steps of the Master of Laketown’s gloriously ramshackle and drafty house—and yet somehow still the nicest house in all of the town, no less—and promised to share with Esgaroth’s people the riches of Erebor if only they would help him and his Company in their quest.

He almost didn't keep that promise.

He almost lost his life in the process.

The scars on his belly twinged at the memory. Dragon sickness. War. They very nearly ended him. And yet, Mahal saw fit to let him survive all of it, to let him survive all of it and find his One in the process. It was so unexpected. After Elmaya’s death, Thorin thought he’d remain alone. He had no idea what awaited him.

“Thorin?”

A tattooed hand swept first up, then down, before Thorin’s eyes and he started, jerking back as he snapped, “Stop that!”

“Well, ye didna answer me.”

“Yes, I’m certain he’s here. Where else would he be? Esgaroth is not yet inhabitable and Erebor is impenetrable.”

“We are certain of this?” Dwalin leaned against the low stone wall at the end of the street and twisted to stare at Esgaroth over his left shoulder. “Was she there that night? Mrs. Asharm, I mean.”

“The night we attempted to break into the armory?”

“And found ourself arrested for our efforts.”

“I cannot say,” Thorin told him, shaking his head slowly, “but I would wager she wasn’t. She had her hands full with Miss Heather and her beast of a husband.”

“And what will ye do, should we find him?”

“To be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

Dwalin sighed softly, folding his arms as he stared up at Thorin. “If he won’t give her the divorce she wishes, is there anything ye can do about it?”

“No. He is beyond my rule. The most I can do is hope his contempt for Miss Heather and Sophie is greater than his need to possess them.”

“And do ye think it is?”

Thorin stepped up alongside him, staring out at the wooden skeletons in the center of the lake. The faint thuds and bangs of construction wafted across the water, along with the low buzz of workers’ voices. A heavy feeling settled over him as he tried to image what had happened the night Smaug torched the town, tried to imagine being in Sophie’s shoes that night. Impossible. The entire scenario was too horrid for him to imagine. She had no idea how strong she was,

“Honestly?” He looked over at Dwalin and shook his head. “No. But, I will cross that bridge when I come to it. I need find him first. I’m certain it will come to me by then.”

“We’ve hunted high and low in town,” Dwalin pointed out, turning away from Esgaroth to stare now at Dale itself. As dusk settled around them, lights glowed to life in the windows along Cedar Street, down the side streets from houses to shops to the livery at the opposite end of town. “No one has seen hide nor hair of him, and most seemed fairly certain the man died when Esgaroth burned.”

“But we know differently. Miss Heather knows her father. She would not make it up and I do not believe she imagined it. You did not see how frightened she was.”

“Had I, we both would have gone after him.”

“No doubt.”

“Excuse me?”

Thorin and Dwalin both turned at the same time to see a young boy emerging from the shadows of the buildings across from where they stood. From the corner of his eye, Thorin watched as Dwalin straightened up and his expression went decidedly unfriendly. “What do ye want?”

“I heard you down near the livery, asking if anyone seen a man calls himself Sten Asharm.”

The hairs along the back of Thorin’s neck prickled to life as Dwalin replied, “What’s it to ye?”

“I know where he is. I can take you to him.”

“Sure ye can, junior.”

“I can. I know where he sleeps now.” The boy stepped closer. “I’ll take you there, if you like.”

Thorin and Dwalin exchanged a look and then Thorin turned back to the boy. “Why should we trust you?”

“I knew his wife. Mrs. Asharm helped me winter before Smaug. I had an accident and forgot how to say even the simplest things. She helped me and wouldn’t take a cent from my mama because she knew we had no extra money. I know what he did to her. To their little one. But she was always kind to me and if I can repay that, I will.”

“What’s yer name?” Dwalin growled.

“Why?”

“I’m curious.”

“Jora. Look,” he glanced down Stone Street, first over his left shoulder, then his right, “if you want my help, meet me at Lucy’s. I work there most nights, clearing tables. People don’t notice you when you do menial labor, and so I hear and see a lot of things. Sten Asharm is one of them. I’m there until eleven most nights.”

“How do we know we can trust you?” Thorin asked as the boy backed away from them.

“You don’t, I guess. I gotta go now. I’ll be late otherwise. If you want my help, you know where to find me.”

Thorin moved to grab Jora by the arm, but the boy was too quick and darted out of reach. Moments later, he disappeared seamlessly into the shadows and it was if he’d never existed.

“Yer not thinkin’ of going to Lucy’s?”

“I am, actually.” Thorin nodded, still staring at the last spot where he’d seen Jora. “Lucy is a friend of Sophie’s and I’m curious as to why she said nothing to Sophie when we were there the other night. Especially if one of her employees saw him.”

“But then again, our new friend didn't say where he saw or heard Asharm, either. The lad could be lying to us.”

“That is also a possibility. But,” Thorin pushed up and away from the wall, “we aren’t going to find out by simply standing here. So, why don’t we go and have some supper and perhaps find out just where our phantom fisherman might be hiding his sorry skin?”

Sophie finished her notes on Bifur’s case and flipped the folder shut to write Closed along the tab, then rose from her chair to move to the cupboard where the files were kept. There weren’t many there, but she had the feeling that wouldn’t always been the case. There was a good chance she might be as busy in Erebor as she had been in Dale and before that, Esgaroth.

The infirmary was quiet. Thankfully no accidents or mishaps had taken place throughout the course of the day and considering how dangerous the forges could be, that was quite an accomplishment.

Narnerra was in her study, in conversation with Óin, who was Erebor’s primary healer, when Sophie poked her head in to bid them a good evening. Both smiled, wished her the same, and went back to their conversation.

From the infirmary, Sophie made her way to Miss Oakmane’s ward, where Heather rocketed toward her with an excited, “Mama!” and flung herself into Sophie’s arms.

“Easy, love,” Sophie chuckled as she staggered back several steps. “You’re almost too big for this.”

“Mister Thorin says the same thing.”

Miss Oakmane shook her head, seemingly trying not to laugh as she said, “Miss Heather, we’ve talked about you throwing yourself at people, haven’t we?”

“But it’s fun,” Heather told her, twisting about in Sophie’s arms to look at Miss Oakmane. “And Mister Dwalin throws me into the air when he catches me. But he doesn’t drop me, so Mama doesn’t mind him doing that.”

Sophie’s cheeks grew warm as the caregiver’s smile fade and her expression turned stern. “That’s so dangerous, Mrs. Asharm. You should speak with him about that.”

“It’s fine,” Sophie told her, smoothing Heather’s wild tangle of curls away from her face. “He will not allow any harm to come to her, isn’t that right, Heather?”

Heather nodded. “He won’t, Miss Oakmane. He promised.”

“Still… accidents happen.”

“Mister Dwalin is careful. Mister Thorin would be mad otherwise. He says I’m precious to him, but that’s not the word he uses. He says rack-something.”

Sophie bit back a smile as Miss Oakmane’s eyes widened and the caregiver asked, “Raklûna?”

Heather’s curls danced wildly from the force with which she bobbed her head. “That’s the word!”

“Well, he muse be very fond of you, then.”

“He is. He never yells at me and I don't even mind it when he kisses Mama.”

Now it was Miss Oakmane’s turn to fight off a smile, judging by the way she sharply pressed her lips together. Sophie gave Heather a squeeze. “We should go, Heather.”

Miss Oakmane ruffled Heather’s dark hair. “You, little one, are quite the chatterbox, you know.”

She nodded. “Mama says the same thing.”

“I’m sure she does.” Now Miss Oakmane smiled, then added, “You have a good night, Mrs. Asharm.”

“Thank you, Miss Oakmane. And you as well.” She shifted Heather in her arms. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Good.”

They were halfway to the Great Hall when Heather’s expression grew dour. “Am I in trouble, Mama?”

“Trouble? For what?”

“Saying Mister Thorin kisses you.”

“No, but… perhaps that’s something we should keep between ourselves for now.”

“Like when he sleeps over?”

“Exactly like that, yes. Can you do that for me?”

“Is it a secret?”

“Not really. But it is… complicated.”

Heather’s forehead creased. “What’s complicated?”

“It means there is no easy answer or explanation. Sometimes it’s simply better to not tell people everything.”

“I should keep secrets?”

“Not exactly. It’s not a secret that Mister Thorin and I are fond of one another. But, his kissing me is no one else’s concern, either. It is between Mister Thorin and me.”

Heather stared at her for a long moment, then her eyes went round and she nodded. “Oh… I see…”

“I hope so,” Sophie told her, giving her another squeeze, “for I am not at all certain I can explain it any better.”

“It’s like how you didn't want me to tell when Papa would yell. Or when he’d—” She stopped, her eyes shiny. “I’m sorry I told a secret, Mama.”

“You did nothing wrong, love,” Sophie murmured, stroking her hair as Heather laid her cheek against Sophie’s. “I am not angry with you at all and neither would Mister Thorin be angry with you. You told no secrets, but I think you surprised Miss Oakmane.”

“Will Mister Thorin be angry with me?”

“I just told you he wouldn’t. And he won’t. You did nothing wrong.”

“He told me a wonderful story the other night,” Heather murmured. “About a princess who beat a dragon. I love him, Mama… I wish he was my papa.”

Sophie tightened her arms about Heather and pressed a kiss into her temple. “I know you do, love. But, in all of the ways that matter, he will be one day. And that is the important thing. And you know something, I think perhaps you should tell Mister Thorin you love him. I think he might like hear it.”

“I will, Mama. Is he coming over tonight?”

“I’m not sure.”

“If he does, I will. Promise.”

Sophie smiled, giving her daughter another squeeze. Heather wasn't the only one who wished Thorin was her father. All she could do was hope Sten would let her go, let her and Heather live this new life they’d found.

But she knew Sten and because of that, she just knew it would never come to pass.

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Your Hypnotic Words Chapter 2

Bilbo found himself outside once again, sitting on his front bench. The stars were out, shining brightly above him, and he felt the comforting murmur of the plants that surrounded him.

The dining room window had been slightly cracked to help release the heat of having so many dwarrow within one room, so Bilbo found himself listening to the dwarrow inside.

“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” asked a dwarrow.

“Aye.” came the rumble of the leader. “Envoys from all seven kingdoms.”

“What did the dwarves of the Iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Bilbo identified the voice of the bald, tattooed dwarf.

There was a loud silence before the answer of “They will not come” sent the dwarrow into a raucous.

The leader quieted them before continuing, “They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

Noise broke out once more, curses being sputtered and cries of ‘cowards’ and ‘gutless’ and many other things said by a language Bilbo couldn’t understand came.

“They have a loyalty and oath to fulfill!” came the yell of the tattooed dwarf.

“I cannot force them to come.” replied the leader, “This quest is one viewed as a folly. A fool’s quest. The lives sacrificed could be great. I’ve told all of you the potential cost of this quest and have given you the choice to leave; I’ve done the same with the envoys. It would not be honorable of me to neglect to share the same news of potential peril with them.”

There were grumbles. The conversation continued, speaking of signs.

There was the scraping noise of a chair being pushed back before the leader’s voice came, “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have begun to read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look east to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back as others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?”

Bilbo had to admit that the idea of leaving one’s home and wealth for someone to freely take did sound abominable. Especially if that someone was your enemy. Like a Sackville-Baggins.

He said nothing as Gandalf came out and settled next to him. They sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke.

“Why do you need me, Gandalf?” he paused, “Actually, I know the answer to that. If you had simply wanted the stealth abilities of a hobbit, you could have gone and appealed to any Took or bounder, and they would have agreed quickly. Then let me ask you – what good could my abilities do for this group? You are well aware of the dangers presented by being in the presence of my thrall for too long, and if you wish for me to use my power, this group will inevitably fall.”

“Without you, Bilbo Baggins, these dwarrow will fail and all of Middle Earth will perish.”

Bilbo sat quietly for a long moment. “I do not presume to know of all your powers, but if foresight is one of them, then I’m certain you could find another path without me that will lead them to success.”

Gandalf’s voice was grave. “I do not have such a power, but I can say that there is no route that can be taken without you that they will succeed.”

“I suggest you find another. I will not come.” Bilbo stood, and left, unwilling to continue the conversation.

—

Thorin sat in the parlor, the group of dwarrow snoring around him, taken to sleeping in chairs or the floor - they were quite accustomed to such arrangements. He briefly startled at the noise of the front door opening, as the host walked into the front entry. He saw him peer into the entry, and seemed to miss that Thorin was still awake.

The hobbit sighed, and rubbed his eyes with a hand, dislodging his frames.

“I’m afraid I was unable to catch your name.” Thorin said.

Jolting, the hobbit looked at him, and Thorin was once again taken by the green depth of his eyes. Green was a color not often found among dwarves, and Thorin couldn’t help but compare it to the rare emeralds within the mountains that were sometimes found.

The hobbit looked at him, unimpressed, and Thorin desperately wished he could backtrack as he recalled that the hobbit couldn’t speak, feeling heat crawl up to his ears. He coughed, trying to cover his blunder. “I apologize for our unceremonious arrival, I was unaware that Tharukun did not inform you.”

The creature gave a wave and shrugged, and before he could say anything else, the hobbit turned, walking away from the parlor.

As soon as the creature was gone, Thorin groaned, rubbing his forehead in embarrassment.

“His name is Bilbo Baggins.”

Thorin felt twice as embarrassed as he found Dwalin looking at him knowingly, a smirk on his lips.

“Atkât.” Thorin said, before trying to sleep, blocking out Dwalin’s laugh.

—

Bilbo was miserable. His nose was on fire, his eyes watered horribly, he’d forgotten to bring his handkerchief, and he was incredibly uncomfortable, having never ridden a pony in his life. As he sneezed again, he groaned.

“Doing alright back there, Mister Boggins?” a light voice called.

Bilbo rose his head high enough to glare at the young dwarrow who’d fallen back to ride beside him.

“Not a very happy fellow, are you?”

Bilbo groaned again.

“Bilbo is a hobbit of few words, mind you,” Bofur shouted, to which he received a venomous glare from Bilbo. He hated that he couldn't retort.

What had possessed Bilbo to agree and rush out the door this morning, he did not know, but he was thoroughly regretting it at this point. He had no previous inclination or intent to go on the quest, but when he rose that morning and saw the dwarrow gone, he’d been seized with some kind of worry and found himself rushing out his door, with a bag hastily tossed together, which led to him forgetting his handkerchief.

When he had caught up to the company, Gandalf had looked far too pleased for his liking. He did not care for things that pleased the Wizard, and part of him was wishing that he had stayed back, simply so that Gandalf would not be looking so smug. And he wished again that he'd stayed at his smial as he found Fili and Kili on either side of him.

"Have you been mute your entire life, Master Boggins?" Kili asked.

"You're not supposed to ask things like that, Kili!" Fili hissed at his brother. "He can't even talk back to you!"

"What am I supposed to ask then?"

The brother's squabbling led to Bilbo's pony tossing its head, making Bilbo more uncomfortable than he already was.

He leaned forward on his horse, and reaching his influence to the two horses on either side, whispered, "Race ahead.", soft enough that it could be mistaken for a gentle breath. But the horses caught it.

He watched as the Princes nearly fell off their horses as they bolted, racing towards the front of the line. A roar of "Fili!" and "Kili!" came from the front of the line.

Bilbo tried to keep an expressionless face, but couldn't quite disguise the small grin that spread across his lips, all the while unaware of the gaze of one of the dwarrow.

Notes:

Atkât - Silence

Bilbo's powers are largely impacted by his emotions and the control he has over those emotions. Being as he is, currently he does not have much control over his emotions, and the reasons for that will be explained later in the story.

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