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rottencherrypie · 15 days

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R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades.

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in.

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you.

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings.

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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gulnarsultan · 4 months

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Oh how about yandere platonic Thranduil, Tauriel and Legolas with innocent young hobbit reader?

Where Reader is Bilbo’s daughter, cousin or niece and she goes on the quest with him and the company.

Thranduil

You sweet thing. Really the others must be stupid. How does a sweet and innocent hobbit like you go on a journey like this? He adopts you immediately. He will do everything for you to live a happy life by staying with him in his palace. In my Thranduil's eyes, you are a sweet thing that should be protected. Don't worry, Thranduil will take care of you.

Legolas

He is very surprised when he meets you. How could someone like you have come this far? He will immediately start taking care of you. You cannot continue the journey. If you insist on continuing, he will go with you. It will allow you to return home safely. He will always visit you.

Tauriel

She thinks you are so cute and sweet. Honestly, she doesn't think it's right for you to go on such a journey. It will accompany you on your journey. Making sure you are safe and well is very important to Tauriel. You've made a great friend who will be with you for the rest of your life.

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ironmandeficiency · 8 months

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the hobbit + hozier songs

characters included: kíli, bilbo, dwalin, thorin, nori, bofur, ori, fíli, dori, tauriel

word count: 1166

a/n: the amazing and precious @wordbunch inspired me to write these bc of her lotr/th characters as taylor swift songs posts & i couldn't be more excited to finally post this labor of love!! thank you bestie for listening to me scream abt this for nearly two months lol

kíli: foreigner’s god

he loves outside of his race and this fact causes undue scorn to be thrown at his feet. it’s unheard of for almost any dwarf, let alone one from the line of durin, to do such a thing. this does not deter him - it empowers him; if his heart could go against the traditions forged into his bones, molten in his hot blood, how could it not be true? the strength of his love is what helps him ignore the doubts shouted by the prejudice plaguing those who know nothing of his heart. that, and the sound of your laughter at his antics, the soft smiles only given to him when he’s being a little too charming… he could go on.

bilbo: like real people do

as much flack as bilbo gets from the company for not being conventionally tough, he’s not weak by any means. he’s familiar with the pain of loss, and how the ways one tries to rise above the grief that follows aren’t always savory. he knows there’s a respect to be found in the absence of prying questions, choosing simply to coexist in the feelings and allow answers to come in their own sweet time. he’ll put some tea on to cook and scrounge up some leftovers from the previous meal, sitting beside you and letting the comfort flow naturally, his soft lips soothing the most tender aches.

dwalin: work song

just looking at him, you wouldn’t think dwalin a sap. but with his insanely strong sense of loyalty and stalwart dedication, he can’t be anything but. he’s faced down innumerable evils in his time, braved the fiercest of storms that many of his comrades didn’t; none of them even come close to keeping him from you. your arms welcome him home without question after each fight he braves, and your letters tucked into secret compartments in his armor keep him warm between embraces. he’ll read them by the fire every night when he’s away, every gentle word carrying his mind away from thoughts of the day’s turmoil.

thorin: sedated

this sweet, sad man doesn’t think he deserves good things in life. this, unfortunately, includes having someone love him despite his flaws and past mistakes. he couldn’t resist admitting his feelings for you and was ridiculously shocked that you reciprocated & allowed him to love you. on nights when he feels his failures deeper, he’ll try to convince you that he doesn’t deserve you. vitriol will escape from worried lips and terrified heart, piercing you in the way only a lover knows how. a soft kiss, gentle words, and a few strokes through his hair will soothe these wounds from him for a time and allow him some of the peace he’s fought to find, but doesn’t always believe is earned.

nori: it will come back

it was decades since the last time nori thought of love, even longer since he believed himself worthy of it. meeting you only solidified his disbelief; how could someone look at him and see someone that deserved such a pure thing, after everything he’s done in his life? he’s stolen, lied, cheated, and killed to survive (and sometimes not for mere survival). his attempts to spurn you away from him only increased your determination to break through the fortress he built around himself. he could only be strong against your advances for so long before he crumbled, reluctantly accepting the love and peace and safety you offered so freely.

bofur: nobody

bofur’s done a lot in his time. he was born in the blue mountains, a colony that never seemed to find the prosperity needed to do more than simply survive. he is a brother, uncle, cousin, friend, toymaker, miner, member of the great company that reclaimed erebor. but through all his adventures and hardships, he never lost his playful streak. he wants to have fun with who he loves, wants a little bit of mischief to make his laugh louder and brighter. bofur is a fun-loving soul who, despite his wandering past, will always choose you over anywhere that you’re not.

ori: francesca

ori’s life has never been a peaceful one. being raised by dori and being followed by the whispers of his late amad’s reputation (not to mention nori’s) without a mountain to call home, it weighed on his shoulders. even his craft, the pride of every dwarrow worth their beard, happened to be one seen as miniscule in importance compared to smithing. every moment spent with his one, doing anything or nothing at all, eases the burden he carries and makes every moment of strife worth it just to be with the soul made to mirror his.

fíli: i, carrion (icarian)

your love for him seems almost too good to be true, the remnants of stories told in dusty tomes written by those with far more eloquence than he can claim to possess. that being said, he is definitely not one to look a gift boar in the mouth. he relishes in each tender moment, every second spent in your presence that carries him far beyond the constraints life has placed upon him. but he recognizes that life isn’t always so simple, retreating into your arms and wishing that everything around you both just disappears. there’s always reality, waiting patiently outside of your chambers for one faulty misstep to throw you both askew. that’s why he dedicates himself to showing you that if life does what it does best and deals harsh blows, he will be there for you through it all.

dori: shrike

dori never had time for love; he had two brothers to protect, one more wily than the other was young. his focus was on getting his brothers through the days, putting food on their plates and the semi-frequently used stash of bail money well-stocked. he allowed his feelings for his one to fall to the wayside in the name of preservation. he ignored their call for decades and braved out the pain that came with such a silence. he begged for his one’s forgiveness every time they called for him. but once the mountain was reclaimed and his brothers safe, he yearned for what he could have had. he would approach his one with much regret and sorrow for the time lost, but a pure hope that they could find forgiveness in their heart for him.

tauriel: unknown/nth

to earn her love is a feat unlike that which the world has known for a long time. being seen as worth all these mortal struggles and painful toils in the eyes of an elf, let alone one as fierce as tauriel, is quite the achievement to anyone outside looking in. to the red-haired warrior in question, though, giving her love to you has the same unthinking ease as breathing; it’s beyond instinct to do and just as necessary to her survival. you’re worth every century spent alone, every moment after knowing you spent away from you.

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ofstardustanddreaming · 7 months

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comforting ways

preference summary: one way they comfort you when you're sad.

content warnings: none

fandom: the hobbit

characters: bilbo, tauriel, thorin, fili, kili, dwalin, bofur, thranduil

gender neutral reader

Bilbo: He knew you had been missing home along the journey, and tried his best to cheer you up. He would pick flowers that reminded him of you, he would talk with you under the starry sky next to the warm fire. He wanted to keep your mind off of things, but if it also meant being a shoulder to cry on while you did want to think about home. He's a sweetheart about your sadness, he also understands missing home, so he'll give you stories to help with relatability.

Tauriel: She would take a walk with you around the palace gardens if she wasn't on duty. She would listen intently while you talk about what it was that was on your mind. She would hold your hand lightly, rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. She would offer suggestions if that was what you were looking for, or she would offer words of comfort. Once you've gotten most of your sadness out into the world, she'll pull you in for a small kiss to try and get the rest of it.

Thorin: He would move the stars and sky if he could, to make you happy. He's more a man of action than comforting words. He would wrap his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead. It doesn't mean he wouldn't add some words of comfort, mostly whispering I love you's and Go ahead, I've got you as you let your emotions go into his shoulder, whether it's crying or quietly venting. He's just better at listening, and providing a physical comfort.

Fili: He was a mix of sweet words and soft jokes. He wanted to show you he was a reliable, safe person to come to when you're sad, and he'll do sweet things for you. He'll make you something warm, or wrap you up in something warm as well. He'll play with your hair, and lets you lie down on his lap while lightly stroking your side. He knows that sometimes silence, with the occasional words, with another person in the room is all it takes to ease the pain in your heart, little by little.

Kili: He would hate to see you sad, wanting to take the pain of your sadness himself. He would crack jokes, giving you his best puppy dog eyes to not be so sad. When he sees you crack a small smile, he feels relieved. He knows that sometimes your mind needs to be taken off of whatever topic it was on, but then he'll listen to what it is you want to talk about if it's what's needed. He'll plant small kisses around your shoulders and head as you talked, to remind you he was there.

Dwalin: He's a man of few words and more action as well, like Thorin. He is a little unsure at first though, what he should do to comfort. He'll sit silently near you, hovering, wanting to let you know he was there for you however you needed him to be. When you look up at him, wanting his comfort in the way you wanted, he wouldn't hesitate in getting closer and pulling you in tight. He was gentle with his hugs, but he made sure that you knew he would always be there for you.

Bofur: He would break into some soft songs, or hum, while having you leaned up against him to feel the vibrations. He would eventually get carried away, leading to a whole dance routine, and it would make you feel better with his happy approach to a lot of situations. He would pull you in afterwards, wondering how else he could help ease your sadness, and would do what it is you wanted. Whether it was hearing stories of the journey, or talking through your sadness.

Thranduil: He would check you all over, to make sure it wasn't an injury, feeling more secure in taking away a physical injury than an inner feeling of sadness. He has a harder time with emotion, but he's gotten better when fretting and constantly asking if you were doing any better. He would eventually calm down, realizing what you want is just him holding you and giving you comforting words. He would draw a bath, to help you feel more comforted from the heat as well.

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wordbunch · 10 months

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Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > The Hobbit characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a WONDERFUL community 💕💕💕 i've never written for many of these characters so i'm excited!

BILBO ♡ sweet nothing

Undoubtedly, the world can be really difficult and overwhelming at times, and it is then that the two of you find comfort and safety with each other. You don't even need to be doing anything special, it's enough to just be existing together and enjoying the simple pleasures of life in your own little world, it is the love that feels like home.

BARD ♡ mary's song (oh my my my)

Most certainly a family man who loves his town and his people, and he deserves this lovely underrated song. He would always choose to pursue a committed, lifelong relationship, have a family with you and be a part of the community. Eventually it would be so nice to reflect on decades of love and support, still by each other's side and still in love.

THORIN ♡ gold rush

pun mildly intended This dwarf can be a little intimidating, despite his height, and he is a very captivating presence, who can also be a little arrogant at times. You weren't sure how you felt about him at first, but after getting to know each other, you realized there was a heart of gold hiding in his chest, just waiting for someone to unlock it and be fiercely loved by him.

FÍLI ♡ invisible string

He is a romantic soul who believes in destiny, and finding the love of his life who is meant just for him. He is thankful for all the things in both of your lives that brought you together, even if they seemed bad at the time - but they resulted in a beautiful love story in the end, and he will be devoted to you forever.

KÍLI ♡ paper rings

Although he is a bit more playful and fervent, he is the person who falls absolutely head over heels, and nobody saw it coming at all, which makes it an even sweeter story to tell. He doesn't care about any circumstances, he just cares about being close to you, no matter when, where or how.

TAURIEL ♡ mastermind

She thought she was being very smooth when you caught her eye, and she was convinced that you couldn't tell that she was absolutely melting inside whenever you were near, but to her absolute astonishment, you noticed fairly quickly. Still, you let her play her little game and "win" you over, though you had been won for longer than she was aware.

THRANDUIL ♡ don't blame me

His love is intense, passionate and even a little bit possessive, but he disregards everybody's comments and opinions on it. Why should he care? It only matters that he found the perfect person who loves him with all his flaws and virtues, and he likes to make it known that he would do basically anything for them.

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jasmines-library · 7 months

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Poisoned heart

WHUMPTOBER DAY 7: Prompt: poisoned.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Summary: after being struck but a poisoned arrow from the Morgul bow, you suffer a fatal injury. Will you get help in time?

Warnings: Blood, Poisoned arrow, poison, sickness, pain.

Word count: 2.9K

Note: this follows the story line of Kili being shot in DoS. This can be read as platonic or romantic and can be seen as Kili x reader or Tauriel x reader, I’ve left it purposely ambiguous for you to decide.

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“No! No!”

There was an uproar when the gates slammed shut, sending the barrels hurtling into the metal, bobbing up and down in the cold, white water. You could hear the rattling of Thorin’s hands gripping the gate and shaking it so hard that his knuckles turned white. The guard drew his sword, readying it before him only to collapse seconds later: plunging over the lip of the bridge and into the water propelled forwards by an arrow which the roaring orc had lodged deep within his back. He landed with a large splash, displacing the water around him.

“Look out!”

You watched in horror as more orcs began propelling themselves over the wall on the other side of the bridge, helpless as your little barrel bobbed along in the river. They barged through, slicing at the armoured guards. Roaring as they attacked, sending a myriad of bodies into the barrels below. Some orcs, some not.

One orc had managed to grasp onto the barrels, after launching itself into the water, leaping on top of Fili, who’s eyes widened in fear. Bilbo heaved himself up, gripping tight onto the barrel before plunging the glowing blue blade into the orc’s chest. It collapsed back into the water.

You watched, shell shocked as your friends fought the creatures ahead of you. Your barrel had just thudded into Kili’s before you. You had been one of the last ones to jump in, trailing at the back of the group. From here, unsheltered by the bridge like the rest of the huddle of dwarves, you could see the rest of the fight unfurl. You could see the orcs catapulting themselves over the walls. You could see that there would be no escape unless you got that door back open.

Honing in on the wooden lever, you clambered out of the barrel. Jumping across the others until your feet landed on the stone steps.

“Y/N?!” Kili called after you, but your response was cut short by another orc which swung at you. You delivered a firm kick to set it off balance before stabbing and twisting with your shortsword.

You hadn’t realised how many there were until you had begun to push your way up the steps. There were orcs flooding in from every direction; billowing down the hills and taking out the elves, flailing in the water, surrounding you.

You were already battling one orc, using your sword to block its attack, when another leaped at you from behind, its teeth bared and weapon lethal. Fili, who had been alerted to your stunt by his brother, flung his weapon at the orc just as you swung, decapitating the one in front of you. They both collapsed to the floor with an ugly ‘thud’.

The lever was just in front of you now. Just a few feet more and then you would be free. You rushed forwards, ducking as another orc soared onto the wall above you, but fueled by adrenaline, you took him down with one well placed jab.

The lever was steps away now, within an arm's reach. You could see the delicate lines etched within the wood. What you didn’t see however, was the scar faced orc chieftain, who had notched and released an arrow from his shiny bow. It lodged itself in your thigh, just short of your knee.

Stopping abruptly, you gasped against the sudden pain, your knee buckling beneath you.

“Y/N?!” Fili cried hoarsely, as his eyes flew open in terror.

Grunting, you leaned forwards, gripping onto the wooden lever and trying to force it down, but your fingers were clammy and your vision swam with pain. You collapsed to the ground, writhing as you clutched the wound - the arrow still embedded in your leg. Time seemed to slow as you lay there, helpless once again to the orcs that had begun to file over the stone wall once again. You forced yourself up on your shaky arms, trying to scoot yourself away from the danger. Then, there was a loud ‘thwip’ as another arrow sailed through the air. You flinched, preparing yourself for a blow that was never to come. This arrow settled itself between the shoulder blade of your offending orc.

Turning your head, your gaze settled on Tauriel emerging from the woods, weapon poised, auburn hair billowing around her. She danced forwards, notching and drawing, taking out the orcs quickly and with what seemed much ease. Other elves emerged too, drawing the orcs away from you and the gate.

Using this to your advantage, you heaved yourself back up. Jumping you wrapped your arms and legs around the heavy lever. At first, nothing happened, then it shifted and you could hear the rattling of the chains as they peeled the gates open slowly, releasing the crowd of dwarf-filled wine barrels then sending them over the edge of the waterfall. Your grip slipped again and you landed flat on your back, crying out in discomfort as the arrow shifted. Black dots danced in your eyeline.

You rolled onto your side, watching as the barrels were swept away, funnelling through the gap.

“Y/N?” Kili called out to you, watching you anxiously from below. His stomach knotted when he spotted the arrow.

Heaving your legs over the side of the wall and fighting through the wave of nausea, you gave yourself one final push. Your body plunged off of the bridge, landing in your empty barrel. You didn’t manage to contain your scream as the end of the arrow caught on the rim of the barrel, ripping upwards before snapping in half. All eyes snapped towards you, including Tauriel whom you had never seen look more concerned. You slumped against the barrel, your vision doubling and wound throbbing.

Another weak cry slipped from your lips as you were tossed about in the barrel as it went hurtling over the edge. The cold water spilled into the barrel as it twisted and turned inside the rapids. You were amazed it had managed to keep afloat. Your hand kept a futile grip on the rim as you whimpered each time your body shifted, sending agony throughout your body. Ahead of you, despite the motion of the water, Thorin stood, craning his head to try and see you within the carnage. Orcs chased after you, scrambling along trees and along the river banks. Some toppled into the water, shot down by the elves.

It seemed like an eternity before the rapids smoothed out and the little barrels were left bobbing along with the current. Thorin was using a mossy stick which he had acquired along the way to propel himself forwards. Most of the other dwarves had resorted to using their hands to wade along.

At some point, Bilbo had attached himself to your barrel. You weren’t sure when, your head was too hazy and everything had passed by in a blur, but you suspected it was when he saw you struggling to lean forwards in your little wooden raft. You were unsure how he was seemingly uninjured, despite the perilous rapids, but he tugged you along none the less. Somewhere around you Kili and Fili lingered. You had heard the brunette call out to you a few times, paling at your slumped head.

“Anything behind us?” Thorin called out to those bringing up the rear.

“Not that I can see.” Someone called back.

Thorin Oakensheild nodded, paddling towards a large rock. “Make for the shore.”

“Aye.”

There was another raucous as the rest of the group manoeuvred their makeshift boats towards the rock. They hauled each other up and out of the rafts then helped them onto the safety of the shore. You forced yourself out of the barrel, sliding into the water. It flooded into your wound. You hissed in pain, before rising to your feet then making your way as steadily as you could onto the shore.

You didn’t make it far before the stabbing agony was back, tenfold and shooting down your leg. With a grunt, you dropped to your knees, clutching the wound. You inhaled sharply, swallowing thickly the bile that had risen in your throat. There were hands on you in seconds as the two brothers dropped to your side.

“Y/N?” Kili looked at you, panicked. Fili’s hands did what his brother's mind was thinking, but his body wouldn’t allow him to do; press down firmly on the wound.

You cried out again at the pressure and the digging in of the piece of arrow that was still in your thigh. It sent another wave of nausea through you. Your mind screamed at you that something wasn’t right.

“Im fine.” You brushed him off, trying to push his hands away but to no avail, they were stuck down firmly, quickly being coaxed in your blood. “It’s nothing.”

“Kid,” Fili reprimanded, “This isn’t nothing.”

“I’m fine.” You repeated again through gritted teeth.

Kili was frozen, watching the way your face twitched every time your leg lit up with pain.

“We need to get the rest of the arrow out.”

You nodded. Squeezing Kilis hand, which had found it’s way into yours tightly. His brother dug his fingers into your leg to fish out the shards of the arrow. You gritted out a muffled cry, barely able to contain the vocalisation of your pain. Once it was free, you sagged against the dark haired man. You felt sick. You felt your stomach churn in pain, you felt the bile rise again in the back of your throat as you heaved rapidly. Something wasn't right.

“On your feet.” Thorin barked, scanning the area. He hesitated at his nephew's reply.

“Y/N is wounded. Her leg needs binding.” Fili stated.

Kili tore away part of his damp shirt, handing it to his brother who made quick work of beginning to bandage your gaping wound.

“There’s an orc pack on our tail. We need to keep moving.”

“To where?” Balin furrowed his wispy brow.

“To the mountain.” Bilbo implored. “We’re so close.”

“A lake stands between us and that mountain. We have no way to cross it.”

Bilbo thought for a moment. “So we’ll go around it.”

That was when the figure appeared.

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You had gotten worse, feverish. Your legs barely functioned as you leaned up heavily against Kili. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, helping to keep you upright as they moved swiftly through-out lake town after being smuggled in by Bard.

As time moved forwards, the company had begun to notice that this was no ordinary arrow. That this was not an infection. No, your body was too hot, your skin shades too pale and devoid of all of the life it usually held. Other than favouring your left side, you were hunched awkwardly as though you had forgotten to stand. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your forehead as you head lulled against the man who was half carrying you through the streets with his brother. You were bleary eyes and too much pain. Something wasn’t right.

Despite being feverishly warm, your body wracked itself with violent shivers. You had dried your hardest to hold in your yells of discomfort, but then your legs gave way completely and you crumpled with a howl of agony and a whimper, causing the two dwarves to stumble in their tracks.

“Y/N?”

You were laid down on the ground as soon as they had found somewhere safe to do so. You didn’t respond, only whined as your whole body was consumed with raw pain. There was a pat on your cheek as your head lolled on the damp ground. Kili cursed under his breath, unwrapped the blood soaked scraps and peeled back the fabric of your trousers. His sharp intake of breath was nearly on par with your ragged wheezes.

The wound was still bleeding freely, although it had slowed slightly due to being bound. That wasn’t what had shocked the man though. What had were the dark, angry tendrils that seeped across your skin from the wound.

“Oh my…Y/N?” Kili cradled your head in his hands.

You could only bring yourself to choke up one pain wrapped word. “Hurts-“

“She’s been poisoned.” His brother muttered. He tore off a part of his shirt to rewrap the wound with.

“Please… make it stop.”

Tauriel had come rushing into the village, blonde counterpart in tow. After capturing and interrogating an orc, she had rushed to find you. She couldn’t let you slip away. The elven woman would never have forgotten the way she felt her heart constrict at the mention that you had been shot with a Morgul arrow. The poison was fatal as it worked its way mercilessly through your body, shutting it down. At first, she refused to believe it, but the elf had seen it with her own eyes. She had heard the way you cried out, seen the way you scrunched up your face in agony. She couldn’t let that be her last memory of you. She wanted to remember the way you smiled with your eyes, or the soft lilt of your voice. So, she had raced to find you.

It wasn’t hard to follow your tracks. She had found the barrels at the bottom of the waterfall then seen the blood that laced the rocks. Her chest constricted as she pushed on. Dwarves were not light-footed people, so it was easy to distinguish the way the company had travelled. She noted the closeness of three sets which later dwindled into two and a pair of drag marks. Her issue began when the footsteps entered the town.

Though it didn’t take her long to find you within the village. She would be able to pick your voice out from within any crowd. Though this time she grimaced. It was your cries of agony that she could hear. You were buried within the house furthest from the village. She didn’t take any courtesies when she flung the door open, only to be greeted with the pointy end of a silver sword. Of course you were not alone. Whilst the majority of the group had headed off into the mountains, you had been left sidelined. A few other dwarves along with Kili and Fili had remained by your side; the latter of whom was directing his weapon towards the elf.

When she took a step back, and raised her bag filled with an assortment of herbs. “Please… I’m here to help.”

With a sharp nod, he removed the blade and let the woman into the room. Here, your cries were louder, despite how much you tried to hold them in. The Morgul poison was taking control of your body, drowning you in a pain clad state. The dwarves moved simultaneously to place you on the table. You writhed in their grip, clutching your chest.

Tauriel rummaged around in her bag, pulling out handfuls of herbs and mixing them together.

“Hold her down.” She said, as she moved towards you with a bowlful of herbs.

The four dwarves had to use a surprising amount of force to try and keep your legs still as you twisted and contorted in pain, crying out fatefully.

Kili, who was near your head, had to clench his jaw when he made eye contact with the elf. She had stilled at the sight of your wound, angry and festering.

You were consumed by a blinding pain when the brunette began to chant, pressing and rubbing the herbs into your wound. Your back arched as your stiffened, screaming.

Then suddenly it all stopped, as your body began to go numb. Your blood curdling screams morphed to soft whimpers. Fili glanced anxiously at his brother. Time seemed to slow again as you watched the woman work, tender but with haste. Then, Kili, still clutching your chest, watched as your breathing slowed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You weren’t even aware you had passed out until your eyes fluttered back open. Someone was fastening another bandage around your leg, and another was holding your hand softly. The remaining dwarves eyed cautiously from around the room. You squinted.

“Tauriel?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Lie still.” She told you.

“You cannot be her…” you muttered in a pained daze, gazing up blankly at the ceiling. “She is far away. She- she walks in starlight in another world. You’re just a dream…”

Your head rolled to the side, gazing upon Kili, who rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your palm. He remembered the day the two of you first met her. She had saved his life. He had watched the way the two of you instantly clicked and the way that life had kept you apart.

Your fingers reached out, unexpectedly brushing hers. She took it and squeezed it gently. A smile made its way onto your face and you sighed contently happy two have your two favourite people by your side.

🕸 ⋆ ⁶𖤐⁶ ࣪⋆🕸

<- DAY SIX ⛤ DAY EIGHT ->

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river13245 · 3 months

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The Hobbit

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Bilbo Baggins (none yet)

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You holding them while they fall asleep part 1

Lotr and The Hobbit characters x Reader

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You comfort them after a long day and they fall asleep in your arms

Featured: Thranduil, Thorin, Legolas, Bilbo, Tauriel

Next part: Elrond, Kili, Fili, Aragorn, Gimli

Warnings: blood, (let me know if I should add more)

- Gender neutral reader -

Thranduil:

Thranduil was off killing spiders that day. You knew how much he hated the fact that his precious forest was filled with those beasts, so you understood when he decided to join the hunt.

For whatever reason, you stayed behind. While he wasn’t available, you had dealt with the papers he marked to do that night. You didn’t think much of it. He was going to be really tired when he came back, that much you knew. It only seemed fair you let him rest that night instead of doing paperwork.

So when you were already in bed, waiting for him, you heard the doors slowly open. You didn’t look up from your book as you greeted your elven lover. When you didn’t recieve an answer, you finally looked up at him. And what you saw broke your heart.

His shoulders posture was tense and he looked at you with a blank stare. Thranduil had blood splattered on his face. With a sigh, his shoulders slumped and he sat down on the edge of your shared bed.

“Do you want to talk about it, meleth nîn (my love)?” you asked as you crawled closer to his slouched form. You put a reassuring hand on his upper back when he shook his head.

“Come on, let’s wash the blood off of you.” With that, you took him to the bathing chamber.

After the bath, you layed down on the bed. Once you were comfortable, Thranduil moved closer to you. When you opened your arms to him, he basically crashed onto you.

Thranduil hugged you so close, if you didn’t tell him to loosen his grip, you whould’ve choked. Once he was hugging you comfortably, you let out a sigh. “Gi melin (I love you), Thranduil. Whatever happened today, you are safe now. Please rest.”

“Gi melin...” he whispered into your chest. You could hear his voice breaking but you didn’t say anything.

Thranduil started dozing off as soon as you began stroking his hair. It didn’t take much time for him to fall asleep and you soon followed.

Thorin:

You won back Erebor after a very long fight. It wasn’t just long but extremely tiring. But you got through it with your lover and you couldn’t be happier. Soon you started rebuilding the destroyed chambers of the mountain. It took you and your friends long hours every day but thankfully you got some help from the outsiders.

Thorin and you got a large bedroom to yourselves, not that you spent a lot of time there though. Most of the time the two of you were needed elsewhere as Thorin was the king there after all.

On one fateful night however, you woke up to someone muttering. As you opened your eyes, you could see Thorin sitting on the edge of your bed, his face covered by his palms. You whispered his name but he flinched. He slowly raised his head and turned to you.

The dull eyes that looked at you were indicating that something was wrong, so you moved closer to him. To which he sighed and turned to look at his hands. He was picking at his fingers, which meant that he was obviously nervous.

“What happened, amrâlimê (my love)?” you asked while yawning. He shook his head with a sigh.

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” he whispered.

“Sure you are.”

You put a hand on his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, you could feel a relaxed breath escape his body. With his free hand, he caressed your arm and closed his eyes.

“I was thinking of the gold.” he admitted. “How it took control of me. My dreams are plagued by it.”

“Oh, Thorin...”

You pressed a kis to his neck and whispered sweet nothing in his ears. Once he was calm enough to fall asleep, you pulled him under the covers and let him rest his head on you chest. Thorin wrapped his strong arms around you and pressed a quick kiss to your neck.

He fell asleep in a matter of minutes in the warmth of your arms. And even if he was plagued by haunting dreams, he felt safer now.

Legolas:

Dating Legolas wasn’t the easiest. It wasn’t because of him, of course not. Legolas was the kindest person you had ever met. The problems started when Thranduil found out about your relationship. It didn’t take long for him to know and at first he didn’t approve.

Legolas fought a lot with his father about this matter but the Elvenking soon gave in and welcomed you in his home. Now you were staying in Legolas’ chambers.

Your elven lover was the happiest, of course. He believed that the two of you would eventually make amends and somewhat befriend each other. And soon, you and Thranduil would actually sit down to talk without Legolas nagging the both of you. They were quite pleasant conversations.

But sometimes they still fought over things. Most of the time it wasn’t because of your relationship, as Thranduil knew his son loved you and accepted that. Those arguments were about things Legolas often didn’t wish to speak about.

Tonight was one of those nights. Legolas slipped into your shared bedroom with a sad expression. He sighed as he walked over to you and hugged you closely.

“Are you okay, melethronen (my beloved)?” you asked as he buried his face in your neck.

“Ada... (father)”

That word was enoguh for you to understand the problem. You gently stroked his hair and led him to the bed. After Legolas undressed, he got under the covers and hugged you closely.

He let his head rest on your chest as he hugged your torso.

“You have no idea how much I longed for this.” You could practically feel his wordson your skin as Legolas’ voice was low when he was tired, therefore it tickled you.

You let out a little chuckle. “Not more than I did.” He smiled at that.

After a few minutes of stroking Legolas’ hair, you could hear the sounds of soft snoring. You smiled to yourself as you soon drifted off to sleep as well.

Bilbo:

Once Bilbo came back from his journey, he wouldn’t stop telling stories of mighty dwarves and elves he met on his way to Erebor. Of course, there were things he only told you little about, like the ring he found while traveling.

Bilbo pretty much left you in the dark about the ring’s powers but you didn’t want to bring it up if he didn’t wish to tell you. One thing you knew however was that he started getting night terrors because of it.

Tonight, you woke up to an empty bed. You called your lover’s name but no one answered you. Nor did anyone for the second time you called. For a few minutes you were just lying on the comfortable surface but then you had enough of waiting for Bilbo.

You got out of the bed and started looking for him. He was nowhere to be found however. For a minute, you wondered if he had left to go on another journey without telling you but that thought was quickly swept away by the fact that you saw smoke from the windows.

Once you walked outside, you found your lover sitting on a bench with a pipe in his mouth. You sighed at the sight, knowing that Bilbo couldn’t sleep that night, so he came outside not to bother you.

Bilbo turned to look at you when he heard the opening of the door. He looked tired and yet here he was.

“Why are you outside at these hours?” You sat down next to him.

“I could ask you the same.”

He sighed and took a glance at his palm. That’s when you saw the ring. Bilbo closed his palm and quicky hid the ring in his pocket.

“I wonder if I did the right thing sometimes.” he confessed. You sat there, watching him, not really knowing what the right words were in this situation. So you just put a hand on his cheek and gently turned his head so he could look at you.

Then you smiled at him with so much love, he felt like he was going to explode like a volcano. Bilbo cleared his thought then gently put down his pipe on the grass. He pulled his legs up on the bench and rested his head in your lap.

You began stroking his hair as he whispered a quiet ‘I love you’.

“I love you too, Bilbo. So please rest.”

He fell asleep almost immediately.

Tauriel:

Tauriel was hunting spiders all day. It wasn’t new. She was so eager to hunt every single one of them down that she was willing to leave the forest to go to their nest. You told her how dangerous that would be but she was a very stubborn elf.

One night, when the hunting group already came back, both you and the King questioned where Tauriel could’ve been as she wasn’t with them. Legolas offered to search for her as you retired for the night, waiting eagerly for your elven lover to come back.

Once you were already in bed, you heard the door open and Tauriel stood there with a rather annoyed expression. You petted the bed right next to you and she sat down. She folded her arms across her chest as she looked in the distance.

“I just wanted to help.” she started. “But how could I if our king doesn’t let me go to destroy their nest?”

“I know you mean well, meleth nîn (my love), but going out alone is dangerous!”

She released a sigh and nodded, agreeing that it was rather foolish to go alone but she didn’t have another choice.

Once Tauriel was done ranting about that day’s hunt, she went to take a quick bath and came back to you with tired eyes. She laid down next to you and pulled you into a firm hug.

You chuckled at that but you let her do it anyway. She rested her head on your chest as you stroked her hair. Tauriel let a silent groan as she felt the frustration of the day leave her body.

“Mae carnen, Tauriel (you did well).” you whispered. “One day the king is going to realise you were right and you will take every single one of those beasts down.”

“Thank you, mil nîn (my love).”

You smiled as you placed a kiss on the top of her head. She hugged you a little closer at that.

It was only a matter of minutes before Tauriel’s grip lightened and she fell asleep. You gave her heair another stroke and whispered: “Gi melin (I love you).”

Soon you were asleep as well.

#the hobbit x reader #thranduil x reader #thorin x reader #legolas x reader #bilbo x reader #tauriel x reader #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #the hobbit x you #lord of the rings x you #thranduil x you #thorin x you #legolas x you #bilbo x you #tauriel x you #lotr x you

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justsomerandomfanfic · 19 days

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Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. Can I request matchmaking if requests are still open? It can be romantic or platonic.

(X men/Hobbit/Lotr/Dc/Marvel/Harry Potter/Disney/ I hope it's not too much.) I'm 1.75 tall, chubby, white skinned girl. I am 23 years old. I have curly brown hair that reaches my shoulders and brown eyes. I'm a Gemini. I'm from the Infp.Ravenclaw building. Most of the time I am heterosexual but occasionally I think I am homosexual. I love writing stories, reading, digital drawing, watching movies and listening to music. I am interested in witchcraft, parapsychology, herbs and crystals. I love animals. (Except for those I'm afraid of.) I have an understanding, kind and caring nature. I'm not a brawler. But there are times when my patience runs out. I'm a very loyal person and I can't say no. Sometimes I feel like people don't really understand or don't want to understand me. I'm emotional. I am willing to help everyone,

Hi! You are not disturbing me, don't worry :) Matchups were open when you sent this in! Thank you for requesting one! I hope you like it, I'm so sorry for the long wait <33333

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Romantic

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X-Men -

Logan Howlett:

🏍 You met Logan when he visited the X-Mansion - having the mutation to speak to all animals, you were instantly intrigued by the man who had the same name as a Wolverine; Logan was also intrigued by you as well, finding you incredibly kind

🏍 After a couple of months, Logan was actually the one to confess to you, whilst the both of you were on a mission together

🏍 For some odd reason, Logan feels immensely calm around you - he liked to joke that it was because of your mutation and his almost animalistic characteristics; it just brings the both of you closer together

🏍 Logan was actually very interested in your interests - he had never met anyone who was interested in witchcraft - he'd often watch and follow as you went out into forests for herbs and go out to shop for crystals

🏍 You both compliment each other perfectly, both being very loyal to those that you care about, and feeling that others don't understand you; overall, you and Logan are a perfect match

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The Hobbit -

Tauriel:

🍂 You were actually a part of the Company when you first met Tauriel; she actually saved you from a giant spider before she, Legolas, and the other Elven guards captured you

🍂 Despite herself, Tauriel visited you a couple of times during the time of your capture; seeing as you weren't a Dwarf or Hobbit - she wanted to know why you had joined them on their journey

🍂 She actually felt sad that you would have to be locked up away until your stubborn King Thorin said otherwise to Thranduil - she knew that it was not your fault that Dwarves and Elves fought; she was chestfallen when you, the Dwarves, and Hobbit escaped

🍂 She was able to catch up with you, joining you at Bard's home; there you and Tauriel spoke about your interests, there she found out that you were a witch and healer

🍂 After the battle of the five armies - you and Tauriel fighting alongside each other - she convinced you to live in Mirkwood with her, and really, how could you say no?

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Lord Of The Rings -

Faramir:

⭐ You were actually childhood friends with Faramir - and Boromir but he isn't a man of quality... Anyway, you and Faramir had a very special connection

⭐ You both are very interesting in reading and writing - writing to each other if either were away (doing whatever Faramir/you do)

⭐ Though, when you do find yourselves in each other's presence - which is very often - you spend most of your time sitting comfortably reading together

⭐ When he could, Faramir likes to follow you around and learn more about witchcraft, listening intently as you explained spells, herbs, and so on - in which, later, Faramir gifted you a crystal that you had been wanting - (he really is a man of quality)

⭐ You and Faramir feel very comfortable with each other, feeling seen, and heard - Faramir believes that you are the most beautiful person in all of Middle Earth, your beautiful mind marveling above most - he plans to court you - if you wish to do so - in the future

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DC -

Clark Kent;

📰 You met Clark when you accidently bumped into him on your way to work, you coffee crashing and drenching yours and Clark's shirt - you were both very apologetic, and Clark offered to buy you a new coffee (cliche, I know); you got his number in the end (win-win)

📰 What was quite funny at the time, you bumped into Clark again! I know, life is crazy... But, you and Clark bumped into each other - thankfully on both of your days off - and the both of you decided to take a walk around a park together

📰 A couple of months later, you and Clark had become a couple - and then... You met Superman - and you instantly knew he was Clark (despite the spell his glasses held) you knew, witchcraffttttt

📰 You knowing, though worrying Clark that you might become a target, (you could take care of yourself); overall, it did bring the two of you closer together - power couple

📰 Clark loves how much you cared for the people you loved/cared about; he loves how much you help others, and he loves how loyal you are - and he loves how interested you are in parapsychology, he finds your interests very... Well, interesting

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Marvel -

Natasha Romanoff:

🌹 You met Nat when you joined the Avengers - you are quite powerful - having the power to talk to animals and many forms of witchcraft

🌹 She really first started spending time with you after a particularly tough mission between the both of you - she had that 'awe crap, i'm in love moment' when you got shot - though you quickly healed yourself with your craft

🌹 From then on, you and Nat were attached to the hip, spending most of your time together - snacking, baking, reading, training, missions, and even drawing together on rare occasions

🌹 You even had your first kiss at one of Tony's parties, dancing together during a slow song; it was very romantic, the world just fading away around the both of you

🌹 You and Natasha are truly amazing together - amazing fighters, amazing minds, and amazing hearts

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Harry Potter -

Fleur:

💌 You met Fleur during the tournament, as she walked down the rows of tables in the Great Hall, you were in love; as simple as that (and it wasn't just because she was half Veela)

💌 Fleur had felt quite the same, as she walked down the rows of tables, her eyes met yours, and there was just this amazing connection - a zing if you will - and from then on, you and Fleur met up as much as you could during the tournament

💌 When you could spend time together - though few in between - you would meet up in the library and read together, share your favorite books, and often softly read to each other

💌 After the tournament, you both swapped addresses, so the both of you could keep in touch; when possible, you both met up during the summer

💌 When you both spent time together during the summer, you and Fleur would often take walks, spending time in forests and wildflower fields, often braiding each other's hair; life was peaceful and perfect

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Disney -

Ella:

🕊 You met Ella at the ball of all places, dressed in your finest attire, you spotted Ella when she was dancing with the Prince; you found her incredibly beautiful and oh-so wished that you could be dancing with her

🕊 After the ball, you had heard that the Prince was having another ball, for he still needed to find a woman to marry - you guessed that he and Ella didn't have the connection everyone thought they had

🕊 The next time you saw Ella, you were in the market, getting herbs, when you ran into her - you felt a instant connection, there was just something about her smile, her eyes, that you - and Ella - felt something between the both of you

🕊 You often met up to talk when shopping in the market, which you both usually just ended up talking more than shopping; you both spoke about your interests, drawing, reading, and so on

🕊 It wasn't until later that you heard about her living situation; it was then your wish to take her out of that environment - you had a plan to help her

🕊 And you did, when the time was right, you asked Ella to move in with you - you had more than enough room, and she said yes; and from then on, the both of you lived happily ever after

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Head-canons/Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p4

Tauriel: Expressive. Movement. Nature.

Despite being an elf, Tauriel never really slows down and is often out fighting or practicing fighting. Her love is quick and fiery and intense and passionate, just like her. She’s aware enough of her partner to recognize something’s wrong, but her typical ways of self-soothing aren’t usually beneficial to you.

She usually ends up taking you to a meadow or on a long walk among the safer paths in the Greenwood to try and ground you and surround you by the magic of middle earth and the trees. It pulls you out of your head and often takes your senses off the edge they were on or over so you can continue to relax throughout the rest of the day or get some sleep. She’ll brush with your hair for hours.

Arondir: Grounding. Gardens. Presence.

Arondir’s by nature a quiet elf and focuses more on actions to prove his love than words. He often can get overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the human communities he’s lived in and misses the sounds of soft elven silences so he understands the situation.

He’ll stand as close to you as you allow and run his hands over your arms in a soothing gesture, head tucked into yours and doesn’t say anything. His strength of presence is more than enough. You live out of the village far enough that your home and gardens are quiet so if it’s not bright out (so not to aggravate a migraine), he’ll take you to your garden and sit with his arms around you weaving the vines of flowers into small animals to amuse you. All in blessed silence.

Thranduil: Holder. Soothing. Nuzzler.

You tend to sequester yourself when you feel like the world is just too much, so sometimes given how busy he is, he’s not always aware of it. He tries to keep an eye on you and feels terribly when he finds you curled up in a ball long after nights fallen with no one to keep you close.

Legolas got some of his soothing tendencies from his father so in that vein, Thranduil usually wraps you up tightly in a blanket and will lay next to (or on) you to try and cover as much surface area as possible. He likes to bury his nose in your neck and just nuzzle the shit out of you because it makes you laugh when you can. For all that most people are intimidated by him and his presence, he’s actually incredibly warm with those that he loves that need him.

@sorrow-and-bliss p4; maybe the last part?

#lotr imagine #lotr headcanons #Tauriel #tauriel x reader #Tauriel imagine #Arondir #Arondir imagine #Arondir x reader #silvan elves #thranduil #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #elithilanor #sensory overload elves #lgbtq #gn reader

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queenstarlight2 · 2 years

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What your (Female) elven crush says about you

(based on what I think)

Arwen

If your Elven crush is Arwen, you have ✨immaculate✨ taste in women. Be honest, you don't get any bitches. Mostly because your standards are so damn high but whose wouldn't after seeing this FINE FUCKING ELF. she is mommy and her ada, is fine as fuck too. WOULD SHE DOM YOU, yes she would. And would you deny her, no you wouldn't. She could spit in my mouth and I would say thank you.

Arwen as a girlfriend would be a surreal experience, this bitch has to be apart of the valar by how pretty she is. Like peg me mommy😩 DEGRADE MEEE. also she would write you poetry and send you flowers and yall would probably do each others face-care. Also Arwen would put the prettiest braids in your hair like omg. Also I think she would enjoy somebody with plushy thighs so she can rest her head on them (also so her head can be crushed between your thighs) also I think she would also be crazy for muscular woman/men

Traits Arwen would like in their lover: Honest, kind, hot, Aragorn, generous, smart

Galadriel

If your Elven crush is Galadriel

You have severe mommy issues, that is the first thing I am going to say to you. Also this bitch would peg you in a heartbeat, male or female. Galadriel could use me as her cum rag and I would orgasm from the sight of her cum on my body. she is holy thank you very much, I AM UNHINGED BECAUSE OF HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS (and she kinda a bitch ngl but I would still tap that) I don't have much to say about her other then, you got servere mommy issues, like go see a therapist rn. (and ima join you) ANd her type, she ain't got one. LIke fr, you got to be one special ass mofo to get this goddess as your bae and you will be her bitch, male, female it don't matter.

She would satisfy all of your needs, she out here reading minds and shit. and this is all I got for her.

Traits Galadriel would like in their lover: Honest, (gorgeous), smart, clever, a sub, all that good stuff

Tauriel

If your Elven crush is Tauriel

you a hoe, that is all you is. confident women make your knees shake. Don't be mad i am saying the truth. She would fuck you in the woods in a quick second and you would enjoy that. She is the captain of the guard and ima call her captain in the sheets too. were you glad when Peter Jackson made this fine as fuck women apart of the Hobbit movies. You have a mistress/ mommy kink, I don't make the rules 🥱. Gay as fuck you is

Traits Tauriel would like in their lover: Passionate, wild, kind, badass, you know the drill

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wareagleofthemountain · 6 months

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Autumn Leaves

Pairing: Tauriel x Fem!Reader

The crisp breeze that hit your face, smelling of wet earth and faint hints of smoke billowing up from the chimneys of the nearby stone houses of the Mirkwood residence, turned the tip of your nose red. You felt droplets gather on the ends of your lashes, eyes watery from the chill. Not that you truly minded, not on a night like this when the sky turned burnt orange as the sun set and a thin layer of mist covered the horizon like a vail. It was beautiful, enchanting, even. But it all paled in comparison to the elleth standing beside you.

Her red hair, fishtail braid slightly messed from her earlier session in the training ring, looked like a halo blending in among the faded pastels that claimed the woods in the fall months. Tauriel’s posture was confident, graceful, her emerald eyes half lidded… a true Silven goddess in her element.

“Care to lend a hand over here, or are you quite content to stare at me?”

The tips of your pointed ears were red, and you told yourself the flush was due to the nip in the air and not the embarrassment of being caught. You pulled your trench coat tighter around your frame, reluctantly turning your gaze back to the rakes in your hands. Grinning cheekily, you reply, “Well actually…”

“Our lord has a lot of nerve, making his warriors clear the path to his palace of leaves for his party while he stays in where it’s warm to sip wine.” Tauriel’s tone was exasperated as she scooped up another generous pile of leaves and deposited it into the awaiting wheelbarrow. She wasn’t wrong; they’d already carried three loads off and had at least another hour of work to do before the entryway to Thranduil’s hall could be considered presentable. Still, it pained you to see your love in dampened spirits on such a lovely night.

“You know,” You smile, leaning your rakes on the side of the wheelbarrow and dust off your hands. “There are other things leaf piles are good for…”

Tauriel watched curiously as you scrambled up to the top of the nearest tree, eyes zeroing in on the deep pile you two had been forming right below you.

“Look out below!” You warned, leaping through the air, red and gold flying up into the atmosphere like confetti as you land.

“You devil! Look what you’ve done, now we-“ Her half hearted protests were cut short when you gripped her by the arm, pulling her down into the leaves and kissing her cheeks until you’re both laughing.

When the dust settles, your head is nestled in the crook of Tauriel’s neck, your hand resting over her heart. The extra work is worth it, you decide with no uncertainty.

#Tauriel #Tauriel x reader

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rogue-durin-16 · 1 year

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ROGUE-DURIN-16'S THE HOBBIT MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

• KÍLI SON OF DÍS

So-called matchmaker (f|os|?)

Request: I'd like to request Kili x reader, when Fili tries to be a matchmaker, but doesn't notice the courting braids Kill and reader already have?

Her hair (f|os|?)

Request: may I ask for a kill x dwarf F reader? They first meet at bilbo's house and it's love at frist sight for both of them and as the quest goes on Kili asks to braid her hair as Dwarven tradition of courting?

Distraction (f|os|?)

Request: I'd like to request a fluff kili x reader where the reader is stressed with loads amount of work.

A lesson in archery [Part I/II] [Part II/II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: A member of the company might have gotten Kili smitten. Sadly, Thorin is not exactly fond of her, and the last thing Kili wanted was to go against his uncle's will.

The heir's curse [Part I/?] [Part II/?] [Part III/?] (≈a|mp|?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end.

• THORIN OAKENSHIELD

The flower in the forge [Part I/II] [Part II/II] [Addition] (f-a|mp|?)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin's blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis. Maybe a bit of an angsty/bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

• FÍLI SON OF DÍS

The heir's curse [Part I/?] [Part II/?] [Part III/?] (≈a|mp|?)

The keeper [Part I/II] [Part II/II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fili, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

• DWALIN SON OF FUNDIN

The bard's charms (f|os|?)

Request: How about some of Dwalin pining over a bard (performer) visiting Erebor?

• TAURIEL OF MIRKWOOD

My home (f|os|?)

Request: a Tauriel x Fem reader with a lotta cuteness? Where reader and Tauriel adopted a little child and it's just family fluff? Also can the child be like at the baby-talk stage, and kinda just toddles around?

#the hobbit masterlist #kili x reader #fili x reader #thorin x reader #dwalin x reader #tauriel x reader

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clovenly · 1 year

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; a poem they'd recite to you ── elven edition!

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: ᵃʳʷᵉⁿ, ᵉˡˡᵃᵈᵃⁿ, ᵉˡʳᵒʰᶦʳ, ᵉˡʳᵒⁿᵈ, ᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵒʳ, ᵍᵃˡᵃᵈʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵍˡᵒʳᶠᶦⁿᵈᵉˡ, ʰᵃˡᵈᶦʳ, ˡᵉᵍᵒˡᵃˢ, ˡᶦⁿᵈᶦʳ, ᵗᵃᵘʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵗʰʳᵃⁿᵈᵘᶦˡ

[ A THING OF BEAUTY ] of noble natures / of the gloomy days / of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways

elrond, galadriel, thranduil

[ LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY] all things by a law devine / in one another's being mingle— / why not i with thine?

erestor, elladan, glorfindel, lindir, legolas

[ HOW DO I LOVE THEE? ] how do i love thee? / let me count the ways / i love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach

arwen, elrohir, haldir, tauriel

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etherealmoonbow · 1 year

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The Hobbit- The Company x Child Reader - Part 6

Hello everyone! This is chapter 6 of the company x child reader series. I am sorry for making you wait. As always, I included words in khuzdul on the story. If you wish to know the meaning the translation is at the bottom. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I send lots of love to all.💖🥰

Summary: The Company is ready to face the dragon, however Thorin isn’t convinced that the child should participate in the mission to recover the Lonely Mountain.

Here is Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5👈🏻

“Thorin! Thorin! I beg you! Listen to me!” I cried hysterically.

My body trembled with each of my sobs and tears blurred my vision.

“You can’t do this to us! You can’t leave Kili and me here!”

No words slipped through Thorin’s mouth. But the stoic look he was directing at me did nothing to calm me down.

“After all we had gone through! Aren’t you going to let us see the Lonely Mountain!”

I slammed my fists against his metallic armor, desperately trying to make him understand. But still no response came from the dwarf.

Thorin took firm hold of my fists, but I resisted and struggled to get free from his grasp.

I don’t understand it. I can’t stand it.

Thorin forbade Kili and me to follow the company to the Lonely Mountain. All we have been through just to… get separated.

First Mirkwood and its horrible spiders, the barrels, the orcs, stealing the armory, convincing the Master to help the Company…

Haven’t I proved myself worthy of this mission? I can’t help but feel betrayed by Thorin.

“(y/n)!” Thorin finally spoke with a firm voice.

“It’s dangerous for both of you to come, can’t you see I am trying to protect Kili and you.”

“And who will protect you!” I bawled.

Thorin’s firm expression remained. He looked at me, silently, like if some frightening thought crossed his mind.

Before another argument came out of my mouth Thorin pulled me in for a hug.

I could feel the coldness of his armor against my skin and the wetness of my tears soaking his clothes. Thorin was prepared to fight the dragon, but was I prepared to get apart from him?

“I don’t want to lose you Thorin, nor anyone of this Company.” I whimpered hugging Thorin back and burring my face on his neck.

“I’m a dwarven warrior” - I continued - “I’m sure I can protect myself.” I tried to explain myself in between tears.

Although deep in my heart, I could sense, Thorin was also afraid of losing me. Thorin pulled away from me and squeezed my shoulders with both of his hands.

“Yes (y/n), you are a dwarven warrior. But I need you here with Kili, would you keep him safe, for me?” I turned to look back at Kili. Thorin was right, Kili looked sick. But isn’t it unfair for him to stay in Laketown if the wish of seeing the Lonely Mountain is still on his heart?

I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand and prepared to give my response.

“I will… stay with Kili. I’ll protect him as you asked me.”

Thorin seemed to be less preoccupied with my answer. But I wasn’t done speaking yet.

“But you need to promise I’ll see you again.”

I whimpered as I gazed directly into Thorin’s eyes.

Thorin turned his gaze away from mine. He looked hesitant; he didn’t wished to give me an answer. He never makes promises if he can't keep them. Still, I needed something to reassure me that I wouldn't go through the loss of someone I love, again.

The last time someone left me behind never returned. My father, my mother, my village… The same feeling of fear and helplessness of that terrible day took hold of me again. What if Thorin didn’t returned? What if the mission failed?

“Promise me Thorin!”

I cried, hoping, Thorin could answer me.

Thorin looked down at me, thinking thoughtfully of the words he was about to pronounce. He wiped my tears away with his hands.

“I promise, little dwarven warrior.” He pledged and sweetly kissed my forehead.

Thorin moved away from my side and got inside the barge with the rest of the Company. I watched as they left. A part of me wanted to jump inside the barge and follow my friends despite Thorin’s warning. But I made a promise to Thorin, and I do not intend to break it.

A long-kept breath left my lungs. How long have I been holding it?

I don’t know if to feel comforted or concerned about the situation. I guess the only thing I can do right now is to have faith. The sound of trumpets got me out of my trance. Agh! I grumbled internally. The Master of Lake Town is annoying in every possible manner.

When The Company and me got caught stealing the armory they made a whole drama about the issue. Dragging us in the middle of the night and waking up every resident of the town only because we were surprised stealing. I think it’s an exaggeration.

Even though, I could not complain too much about him, somehow, he helped the Company. But that fat and ugly man only cares about the coins in his pockets. His intentions were clear as day when Thorin mentioned the word “gold”.

As the Master ended his boring farewell speech to the dwarfs I made my way towards Fili, Óin, and Kili.

Among the bustle, I managed to perceive a familiar voice. “Bofur!” I called for him, although the crowd didn’t permit me to see where he was. After pushing many people apart, Bofur was able to reach the edge of the pier. He looked agitated and had dark circles under his eyes.

“Oh (y/n) ¿Did you got up late too?” Bofur asked while he regained his breath. The night before, Bofur had enjoyed pleasantly the finest wine the Master had to offer. Bofur surely had more drinks than he was supposed to.

“No, Thorin asked me to stay with Kili.” I answered with a slight touch of sadness in my voice. Behind me I heard a groan. It was Kili, he looked incredibly pale and couldn’t even stand up in his own. “We need help.” Fili declared. “But who will bring us aid?” - Óin asked – “Something tells me we won´t be welcomed by the people of Laketown anymore.”

“The Master!”- proposed Bofur- “If he is really interested in Thorin`s deal of sharing the gold he will surely help us.” Wasting no time, we made our way swiftly to the Master’s house. We tried to make our way through the crowd of people. I only prayed Kili could resist a little longer.

After running around Laketown the Master’s house appeared before us. It was three times bigger than any building that could be encountered in the city. It was obvious that the Master had appropriated of many other people's goods.

“Please! Wait! We need your help!” Fili shouted just in time before the Master got inside his house. “My brother is sick!” He pleaded.

“Sick? Alfrid! Tell them to leave!” - The master panicked. - “I can’t imagine what diseases this dirty dwarfs bring with them, surely its infectious!” He finished frenetically placing a cloth over his mouth and nose. Óin was right, we are no longer welcomed here.

Óin took a step forward. “Please! We only need some medicine.”

Alfrid's face turned into one of pure evilness. His gaze resembled that of an enraged troll. “Do I look like a healer? The Master is a busy man and we have given you enough of our help.”

“But we had a deal! Your help for the dwarfs’ gold!” I exclaimed angry.

“Well, I don´t see any riches or gold here.” Alfrid spat back.

“But you gave your word!” I argued. If I could, I'd punch Alfrid in the face, but I guess that wouldn't help much.

“We have no time for a spoiled child and a bunch of dwarfs, be gone now!” Laketown’s Soldiers pushed us away from the place at Alfrid`s command.

“Der Mump” I grumbled under my breath. Alfrid was indeed a wicked man. But he will pay for his sins, someday.

“What now?” - Bofur asked – “If the Master didn't help us, I think the people of Laketown won't either.” This situation was truly mortifying, worse than the giant Mirkwood spiders. I turned to look at Kili, he was very weak and I doubt he was even conscious at the time. We urgently needed to find a place for him to rest.

“(y/n), what about the girl you befriended at Bard’s home, do you think she can help us?” Fili questioned as he tried to keep Kili standing up. “Tilda? Maybe she can, but I’m almost sure Bard wouldn’t want to receive us inside his home again.” I explained.

When we were captured stealing Laketown’s armory Bard looked preoccupied and angry, he even spoke against Thorin’s mission of returning to the Lonely Mountain. I am certain he would kick us out of his home if we dare place a foot inside.

“We must try at least; we don’t have the privilege to choose now.” Óin pointed out. He was right, in this desperate situation we must do what we can. We made our way to Bard’s home, people stared at us, some indifferently and others with displeasure. I hope Bard doesn't feel either of those two things when he sees us again.

After some minutes we arrived at his front door. Bofur knocked the entrance in desperation. When it opened an angry bargeman was revealed. “No! I had enough!” Bard hissed when he saw the dwarfs. Bard moved to close the door but Bofur graved its edge not permitting him to do it.

“Please Bard! Kili is sick! I beg you to help us!”- I objected trying to gain the man’s favor. - “I know you have a good heart Bard, we just need a place to stay.” I pleaded to the bargeman trying to reason with him.

Bofur moved apart permitting Bard to see the deplorable condition in which Kili encountered himself. Bard didn’t wanted anymore problems, that’s for sure. But something inside the man couldn’t let him leave us in fate’s hands.

“Come in, before I regret it.” Bard said opening fully the wooden door of his house. The dwarves hurried into Bard's house and laid Kili down on one of the beds. Óin exposed Kili’s injury, almost tearing apart the cloth of his pants.

I gasped at the sight of the wound. I have never seen something like that in my life. Kili's leg looked like a trunk, the whole area had an intense reddish color and, in the center, a large black spot seemed to get bigger continuously.

How Kili could endure so much pain all this time? Dwarves never fail to surprise me, perhaps they are really tougher than they seem.

“(y/n)!” Tilda cheered. I turned my face around to look at the girl who seemed to fly towards my direction. She jumped and hugged me tightly. “I thought, I would never see you again.” Tilda mumbled while she hugged me. “Me too.” - I answered stepping back to look at her. -“But it hasn’t been more than a day.”

Tilda turned to look at Kili who was currently groaning in pain. “I don’t think we have any medicine that would possibly cure that wound, but we’ll do what we can” She pointed out handing me a bowl full of warm water and a wet cloth. “Thank you, Tilda,”. I muttered, giving Kili a concerned look.

Tilda’s words didn't really help me much, they made me start to worry. Kili had saved me once, was there no possibility that I would do it for him?

I walked towards the edge of the bed where Kili was lying down. I wiped the sweat from Kili's forehead with the damp cloth. Tears of pain welled up in Kili's eyes, and I felt one slide down my cheek as well.

Feeling the moisture on his forehead, Kili slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. I doubt he was fully conscious at the time. “Don’t cry (y/n)” Kili murmured. I quickly wiped away the tears that escaped from my eyes. Kili shouldn't see me cry, not now when he's feeling sick.

“Rasup leshon Kili, I don’t like seeing you in pain”. I replied holding a sob.

Kili moved slowly and took my hand in his with a weak grasp.

“Gronit nai bi leshon (y/n), if a dwarven warrior like you is by my side, we have nothing to fear.”

“Kili, rasup nos men, I will not leave your side until you are recovered.” I whispered squeezing Kili’s hand slightly. He closed back his eyes, drifting into a distant dream.

“Athelas!” Bofur exclaimed suddenly. “We need Athelas to cure Kili’s wound. I’ll go and find it” Bofur claimed and ran out of Bard’s home in less than a second. “I wasn’t expecting that” - Óin snorted – “But I guess its better than doing nothing”.

Athelas. I repeated on my mind. Gandalf had told me once about this plant. He told me that the leaves of the plant were magical and that they could heal any wound, even the ones who didn’t had remedy. All this time I had thought that such plant was just a fairytale that Gandalf had told me for amusement. But it seems that it really exists. If Bofur finds it we could cure Kili.

The hours passed and the skies darkened. I couldn't stop thinking about how Thorin and the rest of the company would be. Bard’s house shacked from time to time. Had the dragon already woken up?

Fili and Òin seemed to be more concerned with Kili's condition than with the tremors. Tilda, Sigrid, and Bain argued with his father about things I didn't understand, and Bofur hadn't returned yet.

I continued to hold Kili's hand in mine and help Òin where I could. But there wasn`t much I could do for my friend. Another earthquake shook the house, this one stronger than the others.

"Dad, will we die here? Will the dragon come for us?" Tilda asked her father scared. I must admit that the idea of a dragon flying over our heads was not very pretty, but we couldn't do anything about it.

"No, he won't… if I kill the dragon first." Bard declared valiantly taking a huge metal arrow that he had kept hanging on his ceiling. The arrow was covered in dust, but it was still useful. Luckily, Òin and Fili were distracted by Kili’s condition. If they realized Bard actually had weapons to give them when they paid him… it would not end well.

Bard left the house together with Bain, I wish they have luck in their mission. Although killing a dragon seems like a risky and unlikely idea to me for a bargeman and his son. Sigrid and Tilda started to pack provisions, in case we needed to leave the house. I hope that doesn't happen though.

It wasn't long after Bard and Bain left when footsteps and knocks were heard outside the house. Had Bard returned yet?

“Bain and father must be back!”- Tilda cheered happily handing her sister a bunch of blankets and food.

"I'll go out and take a look”- Sigrid sighed as she stopped packing supplies in a bag. - “Although… I don't think our brother and father had returned yet" Sigrid suspected as if reading my mind.

She went outside and started calling for her father. There was no answer. Something was wrong. There was no sign of Bard, nor Bain. Someone was lurking around the house, in the shadows, waiting for us to make a mistake.

Sigrid, concerned, turned to enter the house. That’s when I saw him, an orc, standing behind the girl. Sigrid felt the presence of the horrible being almost immediately. She fleetingly turned to face the despicable creature and let out a piercing scream that shook us all.

The orc pounced on her and Sigrid stepped back, blocking the entrance with the door. Another orc entered the house from the roof and then another through the window. They were like a plague.

Fili began to fight them and Òin threw what he found at their faces, but there were too many orcs for two dwarves to defeat alone. Tilda's screams were deafening, enough to drive the orcs away from her. She hid under the table alongside her sister.

My time as a bystander ended when an orc fixed his attention on Kili and me. "Oh no" I muttered, the orc was too big for me to fight against and Kili was in no condition to hold a dagger.

My first instinct was to throw the bowl of water I was holding at the monster. It did hurt the beast, but not as much as I wanted, on the contrary, it made him even more angry. The orc growled and raised his sword. He looked at me with hate and uttered something in an unknown language. Every word full of poison.

I wanted to scream, stand up, and run away. But I couldn't, fear had taken over me. I was frightened and couldn't even move. The hideous monster rushed furiously in my direction, ready to behead me. I could already visualize my head nailed to a stake. I closed my eyes and held Kili’s hand tighter waiting for my doom to come. “Farewell Kili” I muttered as tears fell down my cheeks.

The footsteps that seemed like thunder suddenly stopped. I didn’t felt any kind of mortal pain. Had I already died? When I opened my eyes, I saw the body of the orc lying on the ground. And a familiar blond elf standing behind him. It was Prince Legolas, he had saved me, me and Kili.

The Prince of Mirkwood eyed me for a moment, taking in my state of shock. Then he looked at Kili with an expression akin to pity which quickly turned to disgust. Still, the blond elf had saved my life, something I never thought would happen. He could make whatever faces he wanted. I can't blame him for being jealous of Kili, in the end he would have to accept that Tauriel's heart does not belong to him.

"T- th- thank you" I stuttered forcing the words out of my mouth. Prince Legolas offered me a smile and nodded. It was the second time that Legolas proves to be more than a spoiled prince. I think I had misjudged him. There is more goodness in him than I ever thought to find.

“Behind you!” I warned with a scream and the prince quickly returned to the fight. But Legolas had not been the only elf who had come to our rescue. An elf with familiar pretty reddish hair was fighting against the horrible orcs. It was Tauriel, who bravely fought against those monstrosities. Oh! if only Kili could open his eyes and see Tauriel. I'm sure he would recover in a heartbeat.

The orcs were soon outmatched by the two elven warriors and fled from Bard’s house. Legolas without thinking twice rushed to chase them. But before Tauriel followed her friend I managed to capture her attention.

"Tauriel! Wait don't go" I yelled. The elleth turned to look at me. Her eyes widened significantly when she saw Kili lying on the bed.

"We need your help Tauriel! Kili is wounded, only you can save him!" I pleaded running towards Tauriel and hugging her.

“(y/n), I need to go…” Tauriel tried to explain herself, but she never took her eyes off Kili. The dwarf cried and tossed around at the intense pain he felt, the poison wouldn’t take long to kill him.

“He is dying Tauriel! Please!” I begged the red haired elleth with anguish on my voice.

“I’m back!” - Bofur exclaimed bursting through the door – “It was hard, but I found it.” He claimed triumphantly raising the athelas into the air.

Tauriel approached Bofur and took the plant from his hand. She looked at Kili who agonized being slowly consumed by the poison.

"Tauriel! Let's go!" a scream was heard from outside. It was Legolas who called for her, to follow him into the battle.

The elleth stood by the door, in silence. It was a hard decision for her. But Tauriel was an elleth who possessed a kind spirit, she had already demonstrated it to me in Mirkwood. Tauriel would only listen to the voice in her heart.

“I’ll help” Tauriel finally answered moving towards Kili and checking his wound. Tauriel’s words made me feel relived, or at least, a little more at ease. Tilda and Sigrid came out from their hiding place. Sigrid quickly closed the doors and windows, however there wasn’t much to be done about the hole on the roof.

“I’ll help” Tilda offered squeezing my hand in reassurance. “Thanks” I muttered back with genuine appreciation.

“Clear the table and place him there” Tauriel instructed to the dwarfs who quickly threw everything that was above the table into the floor. “(y/n), please you and your friend bring towels and a bowl of hot water.” Tauriel continued referring to me and Tilda. We both as well followed rapidly Tauriel’s instruction desiring to help the best that we could.

The dwarfs placed Kili above the table struggling to hold him down. Kili wouldn’t stop moving, the pain inflicted by the wound becoming now unbearable. Tauriel washed the leaves of the athelas on the bowl of water and cleaned her hands. The red haired elleth then placed the plant directly onto Kili’s wound and started to speak in an unknown language.

Kili at first hissed in pain but a few seconds later he calmed down. Tauriel’s words soothing him into a deep sleep. It was magical, and Tauriel seemed to beam a pure luminous energy.

Kili’s wound was soon patched up and he went back to a deep sleep. Tauriel never left his side.

I sat in the kitchen, I was exhausted, and I think the others were too. After a bad day in Laketown everything ended well. “I have heard about the wonders of elven medicine, but I never had the chance to see it by myself. It was a privilege to watch her.�� Òin commented sitting beside me. Fili and Bofur following his actions as well.

“We were very lucky, if she hadn't stayed, I think we'd be telling a different story.” Fili remarked. Fili still looked concerned. But it’s not his fault, he was the one who was scared the most with his brother's condition.

“Well, we now can rest. We deserve it after all we went through today.” Bofur sighed.

We stayed there, in a comfortable silence. Happy to be together and fine. Soon I started to feel tired, not being able to keep my eyes open. “Are you tired gasur?” Fili asked seeing how I couldn’t even hold myself straight.

“Yes, I am exhausted” I yawned rubbing my eyes. Fili and the others smiled, finding my situation somewhat funny. “Then go to sleep, we’ll watch over you, don’t worry.” Bofur said patting my back and directing me towards the nearest bed.

I fell asleep immediately, I only heard indistinct voices in the distance and felt someone placing a blanket over me. I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I felt a strong tremor, strong enough to bring down a house.

“Child! (y/n)! Come on! Wake up!” Someone was shacking me in an attempt to get me out of bed. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw Fili. “Is something wrong?” I questioned still feeling drowsy and unable to wake up fully.

“No, but it will be if we don’t hurry up.” He answered picking me up in his arms and rushing outside the house.

“Why?” I asked hugging his neck.

“The dragon is coming.”

Words in Khuzdul

Der Mump – Evil Troll, Rasup leshon – I’m afraid, Gronit nai bi leshon - Don’t be afraid, Rasup nos men – I’m with you, Gasur – child.

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