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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years

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THE KEEPER (Part I/II)

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. Fíli, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Warnings: a little angst, probably some typos

A/N: am I deliberately ignoring the canonical end of The Hobbit? Maybe so. PSA my phone died and i just got a new one; I'm still getting used to typing with it, that's why I haven't updated in more than a week. It's also why you'll probably find typos here, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3.

Part II

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I sighed at the music that echoed through the pillared halls of Erebor and managed to sneak into my room. Staying isolated while the whole kingdom was partying made my immature side, the one who would run down to the celebration in the blink of an eye, come to the surface, burying my common sense in its way.

"Must I tie you down to the lamppost?" Luckily, I had the most efficient keeper in the entire Royal Guard to remind me what I could and couldn't do.

"Would it kill you to relax?" I teased, though I had gotten her memo and was already moving away from my door.

"Probably." She replied, sparing me a quick glance with raised eyebrows. "Likely, it would kill you too." I rolled my eyes at her. "That's rather the point."

As a new idea crossed my mind, a smile flashed across my face "I'll risk it." I said, moving to stand in front of her, and held out a hand. "Dance with me?"

"No?" her tone expressed perfectly her incredulity at my words.

"Y/n I'm so bored, please, indulge me." her eyes opened widely, throwing daggers at me as I removed her sword and started to tug her towards me. "No one will attempt to kill me here."

"We don't know that." she retorted, though she didn't stop me from placing one hand on her waist and the other up in the air holding hers.

"Yes we do." I hummed, starting to sway at the rhythm of the music, quieted down due to the distance between us and the great halls. "We're in my chambers."

"will you remind me why aren't you at the party?" she inquired intently.

"Because of Thorin's paranoia?" I feigned innocence as I pretended to doubt the answer.

"Wrong." I pouted and she shook her head. "Someone sent you a death threat." I huffed, pulling away from her to spin her around. "You should take it seriously." I dramatically groaned, pulling her back to me. "Fíli." I couldn't help but grin.

It took me quite a while —almost a year— to convince her to call me by my name and not by my title.

"There is nothing to worry about," I stated, earning a tired sigh from her. We had been having that same back and forth for a week —it had started as soon as she had been assigned that task, in which I might have had a hand. "Because you are here to protect me."

"Something I can't quite do if I'm dancing."

"I said I'll risk it" i repeated with raised eyebrows.

It was then that she finally started to relax in my arms, not before letting out a sigh of defeat accompanied by an eyeroll though. Her beautiful eyes drifted off me to get lost somewhere at my left; took that opportunity to let my poor façade down and stared at her mesmerized as if she was the Arkenstone.

It's not as if I didn't make it quite obvious that I fancied her —actually, that was an understatement— but often my feelings were accompanied by a joking tone to spare my heart from Y/n's genuine reply.

A strong knock made us jump away from each other and rush to get our respective weapons. "Fíli?" My shoulders relaxed when Nori's voice reached us, but just as I stepped to open the door, Y/n tugged my arm to stand behind her. "Calm down, will you?" The dwarf requested, offended at Y/n's hostility whilst letting him pass.

"I tried telling her, but she won't listen." Y/n huffed and I winked at her. "What is it?"

"Thorin wants to move you to another room until this is sorted out." My eyes widened at his words. Now the whole matter was starting to look like a tempest in a teacup. "Dwalin offered to exchange chambers with you."

"You're all exaggerating." Y/n joined Nori in his task of picking up the necessary. "This is ridiculous!" Both of them were now running around the room, completely ignoring me. "I can defend myself!" Y/n, now at the doorframe, motioned me to follow her out of the room. "I refuse to leave my room just because a coward sent—"

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"Force wasn't necessary." I grumbled, throwing myself over my back to the king sized bed. It wasn't as comfortable as mine.

"In fact," she gave me an intent look, taking off her light armor and mesh, and throwing them over a stone bench. "it was."

I propped myself up with my forearms, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stared at Y/n. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to sleep?" She replied, leaving her sword as close to her as possible, in case she had to reach for it.

"In that chair?"

"Yes?" Now she was the one who frowned confused. "Where else?" With eyebrows raised, I motioned at the large, empty space on the bed. "No?"

"There's enough room left for you and your sword." She snorted as if I was joking —which I partially was but not entirely. "We're both grownups are we not?" Her eyes pierced through me giving me that look. "It wouldn't be the first time that we sleep together anyway."

"We are not to repeat that." She stated.

"Y/n? Y/n." I kicked her leg through my blanket and hers, making her gasp and consecutively turn to meet me with an annoyed gaze. "Don't give me that look."

"You just kicked me." She hissed in the same quiet tone I was speaking.

"Because you're shivering."

She completely spun around so now we were face to face. "That's not a valid reason to kick me."

"I was trying to get your attention." Before she could complain again, I rushed the words out of my mouth. "Sleep with me." She slightly scooted away, surely taken aback by my suggestion. "I'm freezing too." I added, which wasn't a lie, just an exaggeration.

Before I knew it, we were laying together with both blankets over us, our legs interlaced, and our faces way too close.

"this is the most uncomfortable position we could have chosen, is it not?" I laughed, refusing to let my cheeks redden.

She laughed too, in the same way I had. "Any suggestions?"

"maybe..." I started guiding her, searching for another posture. "Maybe... Like this? or-"

I was cut off by her quiet laughter, now genuine and contagious, as she had ended up with her torso over mine. "I don't think this is better." She caged me so she could prop herself and move; and she propped herself, but didn't move.

The muffled chuckles had died the moment our gazes met. Both of us parted our lips in an attempt to say something, but none spoke.

With our eyes locked, my hands carefully traveled up her thighs whilst one of hers hesitantly caressed my cheek.

As if we had silently agreed on it, we both leaned into each other and let our lips share a ghostlike kiss that left me yearning for more. It was the reason why I unconsciously lifted myself, trying to capture Y/n's lips when she pulled away.

I snapped out of it when my forehead met hers and her hands rested on my chest. It was the strangest sensation; seeing the regret in her orbs at the same time as I felt her body refraining itself from returning to me.

"... would it be so bad?"

Y/n opened her mouth like a fish out of water. "It would be worse. I thought I made clear that this" she finally spoke, motioning between me and her "cannot happen."

"Well, this time we're not sleeping in the woods." I reasoned, deliberately ignoring the pang in my chest. "So there is no reason for it to happen again. Now" I patted the matress. "Sleep with me."

After a moment of meditation, she gave in and lay down, throwing the soft furs over her.

Silence.

"This is uncomfortable." She spoke, both of our bodies stiff and our eyes on the ceiling.

"It is."

Silence.

"Okay, take the bed." I finally said, attempting to get off it and move to the chair, just to be tugged back by her hands.

"Don't you dare." Before I could argue, she scooted closer and I had to force myself to relax when she laid her head on my chest because I could make it even more uncomfortable if I didn't do so. "No kissing this time." She teased.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a chuckle, wrapping my arms around her.

It didn't take long for either of us to fall asleep.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I woke up to Fíli and Kíli's hushed voices, and I instantly jolted up, entering a kind of alert mode that only the two brothers were able to get me into.

"What are you doing?" Kíli's eyes went from his brother to me, and back to his brother. "What is it?" Instead of giving me a reply, the younger prince nodded at the blond one and exited the room. "What on Durin's beard was that?" I inquired, suspicious.

"I was telling him where I was going." Replied, sheathing his blade.

"You are not going anywhere."

"I am going out."

"No you're not." I commanded, already dreading it would be in vain.

"To Dale." He was speaking so casually, as if he wasn't about to disobey direct orders from our king and to get me in trouble in the process.

"Fíli."

"I need fresh air!" His voice became slightly louder in desperation.

"Go to the damn balcony!" I replied, mirroring his tone as I threw the furs off me.

"I'm going out."

"Well, I'm staying here." I firmly stated, not willing to give in just yet.

"Then I'm going out alone." And with that, he left. "Until this afternoon!"

"What even-" after going through a moment of shock, I got up and put on my boots, only being able to grab my sword and belt before rushing out of the room.

"Oh so you are coming?" He teased, literally strutting along the hallway, not bothering on slowing down the pace for me to be able to buckle my belt and sword around my waist without struggling.

"You're impossible." I yanked his arm to stop his walking.

With my attention on the belt I didn't notice how close he had gotten, so when his hands appeared in front of my eyes, pulling away mine, I had to stop myself from gasping. "You have always loved challenges." He pointed out, taking care of securing the belt around me.

"Not when I have to keep the challenge safe." He pulled at the leather clothing to make sure it was okay, and then held my hand to prompt me to resume the walk. "I don't even have my armor on."

"You won't need it." He assured me, not allowing me to go back before sneaking us out of the mountain.

This would surely end terribly.

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Prize *smut*

Fili x Reader

I'd love to see a smutty Fili/hobbit!reader!

Falling in love was something 100% not on the agenda when you followed your brother Bilbo out on a crazy journey to help some dwarves and a wizard reclaim some mountain hundreds of miles away.

Literally, the only reason you decided to follow along in the first place is because Mr. Gandalf, who you recognized right away during your morning smoke with your brother, said that your extensive knowledge of plants and greenery would serve to be very useful to both the cook and the healer. You didn't know what he meant by that at the time, but you were flattered that he knew of your skills nonetheless.

Anyways, you went on that long ass journey and became really close with the shorter, still taller than you though, blond-nephew of your employer Thorin Oakenshield. He didn't speak to you right away but you caught his gaze more often then he'd like to admit, and so, having grown tired of his stares and lack of action, you walked up to him one evening and began a conversation.

After you approached him that night, you two became easy friends. Though, you're embarrassed to admit, that you actually thought he was Kili and his brother was Fili for the first week.

When you called him Kili while the two of you were riding together and he looked at you absolutely baffled, you were mortified to realize that you had mixed them up and nobody bothered to correct you.

Not even Bilbo! That damn traitor.

He only laughed it off, and occasionally he'll tease you about it when you're speaking. Like when you call his name, the right one, and he'll say, "Don't you mean Kili?", and positively confuse the hell out of you. You didn't fall for it again after the 3rd time, though.

You don't know exactly what point you began to fall in love with him, maybe around the time at Mirkwood when he protected you so valiantly and declared that he wouldn't let those nasty spiders touch you (of course, he couldn't fulfill that declaration, but it's the thought that counts), and how he refused to be separated from you when the elves literally kidnapped you all and you were worried sick about your brother. It's also possible that you could've fallen for him that one cold night when he gave you his blanket and offered up his spot by the fire so you could keep warm.

Okay, exactly what point you fell in love doesn't actually matter.

What really matters is that you fell in love with him, he kissed you, and now he's declared that he loves you too and wants to court you.

That's that.

And then when the journey came to an end and Thorin went nuts over his stone, Fili stated that his uncle won't bother you as long as he's around(luckily Thorin was very fond of your brother, so you didn't need to worry much).

There was a battle over treasure (shocking), the three Durin's almost met their maker, and now you're helping to prepare Bilbo for his journey back. When you told him you wouldn't be going back he wasn't surprised, but he was rather dejected and promised over and over than he'd write you often and come to visit whenever chance allows it.

You stayed by Fili for the majority of his recovery process, and when he finally opened his eyes on that 7th day of unconsciousness (his wounds were the worst by far, so it took longer for him to wake) you were so happy you actually cried.

"F-Fili!" You had whisper yelled at the time, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grabbed onto his hand and leaned over him since you were kneeling on his bed.

When those pretty blue eyes of his opened halfway and he looked at you, a small smile came to his face and he mumbled despite the tender moment, "Don't you mean Kili?"

Any other time you would've smacked his arm, but you just laughed and kissed his forehead tenderly.

He spent another week or so on bedrest, and you were determined to keep him company no matter what.

Another month passes by before he's fully recovered, and as much as he encouraged you to jump his bones and as much as you wanted to, you abstained and insisted he needs more time to recover.

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You were walking around a training grounds area in search of Fili, not really knowing where anything is yet since you spent the majority of your time in Fili's room and the healer's room when you were watching over him.

Not to mention these halls are huge, and you're but a small hobbit girl attempting to find her way around.

The distinct sound of blades clanging together reaches your ears, and while you don't see the people causing the noise, you know exactly who it is.

You turn a corner and see Fili and his brother caught in an intense practice battle, both sweating heavily with trembling arms and twitching muscles. You can tell that they've been at it for a while, and despite your slight displeasure at seeing him working himself so hard, you get it. He was on bed rest for weeks and wasn't permitted to do anything by himself, so now that he's in a better condition he has to spend some of that extra energy.

Also... as embarrassing as it is, he's pretty damn hot like this.

You've always been aware of how wonderful Fili is at fighting, and of just how strong he is, but seeing it in a controlled and safe environment is simply a sight to behold.

Seconds of observing tells you all you need to know about this fight, including who the winner is going to be.

Kili is an excellent fighter, but his skill pales in comparison to his brothers, especially where hand-to-hand and sword combat is concerned. He's spent the majority of his time defending and blocking against Fili's attacks, for the blond dwarf leaves no moment of rest or second to breathe.

When Kili blocks Fili just goes at him with another blow, thus leaving Kili with barely moments to defend himself.

Something about the way Fili looks in this state makes your insides churn and heart flutter, and you feel weak in the knees when you catch a glimpse of his eyes. While his magnificent baby blues may look soft and tender in a normal setting, here you see nothing other than pure confidence and a powerful, burning desire to completely destroy his opponent. Yes, they're brothers, but the power dynamic between the two of them is quite clear.

When he pushes Kili back he doesn't go for him right away as he had before, rather he stalks around his younger brother much like a predator sizing up its prey. It sends positively wonderful tingles down your spine and causes goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

Gosh, the way he looks at this very moment is enough to make you swoon and sigh, but you remain composed and watch the rest of this fight unfold.

"Come on now, Kili, surely you've got more than that." His voice is taunting and smug, and it seems to frustrate Kili.

The jeer from Fili only seems to increase Kili's determination and fuels him to go on the offensive this time. When Kili does manage to get in a good swipe and forces Fili to jump back, his intense gaze turns into something that promises nothing good. He goes at Kili again full force and manages to knock him down, pointing his sword at his throat with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Damn, why can't he put you in your place like that?

You surprise yourself with this line of thinking and attempt to shake it away quickly, continuing to watch them to see how this victory is handled.

Kili drops his sword and puts his hands up in a surrender motion, sighing in frustration. "You win, you win." He grumbles none too happily, getting back to his feet when Fili lowers his sword.

Since they're no longer distracted, you step further into the room and clear your throat.

When Fili sees you, a bright smile spreads across his face, "Y/N! How long have you been there?" He asks in a pleased voice, striding towards you with his arms open to embrace you.

You jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly while he spins the two of you around a couple of times.

When he stops you get a view of Kili, who is cringing over exaggeratedly and acting like he's totally grossed out.

Fili, still holding onto you, turns to say something to Kili before his eyes narrow at said brothers dramatic distaste for your affection, "Do I need to beat you in another challenge?"

The brown-haired brother only rolls his eyes and starts to head towards the exit of the room, "Shut up you foul winner. If this were a bow fight you'd stand no chance." He then leaves before Fili can retort.

Quiet giggles leave you at the theatric exit and slightly clever one-liner that Kili makes, only Fili doesn't seem to find it very funny.

"Are you laughing ?" He asks exasperatedly, putting you back down on your feet with his hands on your shoulders.

You reach up to cover your mouth with your hands to stifle the tittering, but it doesn't prove to work too well because you only burst into another fit of giggles.

The blond dwarf glares down at you, though not too seriously, and drops his hands from your shoulders. "It wasn't even that funny..." He huffs.

Eventually, your laughs quiet down and you look behind him at the discarded weapons they left behind. "Shouldn't you clean that up?"

"Probably." Oh great, one-word answers.

You tap your foot a few times then walk over and begin to pick things up in your small arms, carrying them over to the weapons rack as you return them to their previous places. "You should be more careful, you know. You could reopen that wound on your chest." You scold lightly, straightening an ax that was turned awkwardly.

"I'm fine." His voice comes from directly behind you, and not having heard him walk over to you, you jump and drop one of the daggers resting in your arms.

He grabs it before it can stab your poor hobbity foot and gives you a smug expression much like the one he gave his brother, "See? My reflexes are as sharp as ever, love."

You only huff much like he had earlier and put the last of the weapons up, not replying.

"Do I need to prove it to you?" He asks suddenly.

You look back at him with your eyebrows furrowed, "How would you do that?"

"We can wrestle."

"Wrestling with you is never fair!" You complain, crossing your arms over your chest, "You always win."

It seems your complaints only amuse him, "And why do you think that is?"

"Um, because you're like, one thousand times stronger than I am! I'm just a dainty little hobbit." Yes, wrestling with him just to see that beyond sexy face again would be nice, but you don't much like the thought of being beaten so easily.

"That is most certainly a lie." He retorts, grabbing your arm and squeezing your bicep, "You've got some muscles. Remember that time you knocked me over with just your elbow?" Yeah, he's definitely trying to sweet talk you right now.

"Yes I do remember, it was accidental, and I cracked you in the nose so hard you started to bleed." You still feel guilty when you think about it.

"Come on, it'll be fun." He insists, pulling you up against him by your arm, "I'll even fight with a handicap. I'll keep one hand behind my back."

Well, that does sound a bit more fair.

You pout at him for a few seconds before caving in. "Fineeee," you groan, dragging out the 'e', "But you're still going to win."

You let him drag you over to the area covered in softer ground, groaning and whining the whole way.

Once the two of you are there, he places you in front of him and steps back, opening one arm wide while putting the other behind his back. "Alright, come at me."

Despite his invitation to attack him, you just kinda stand there for a moment and don't move. Your hope is that you can wait him out, but you have no such luck because he just stands there as still as a statue.

You kinda just take a few steps forward and jump into him suddenly, trying to push him off balance by throwing all of your weight into it, but it does little in the take-down department.

He wraps his arm around you and takes a few steps back before using one of his feet to kick one of your legs out from under you.

Lucky for you, you have big hobbit feet so you're able to regain your footing easily and you jump back away from him. "Maybe you should take back a leg too!" You exclaim, not waiting for him to open his mouth to respond before jumping on him again.

You realize that you have to be strategic about this, so when you wait until he's focused on replying to you to attack him, it actually works in your favor.

You wrap your arms tightly around the back of his neck and dig your heels into the ground in an attempt to pull him down. He bends forward slightly and wobbles, but he doesn't fall over like you hoped he would.

Fili grabs for you with his free hand, but you let go and duck under his arm.

Since you're smaller you can move much faster, so while he recovers from throwing his weight into grabbing onto your clothes, you jump up on his back and wrap your arms and legs around him.

This actually serves to work pretty well, because he falls forward and lands face-first on the mats below.

He grunts when he hits the ground, his arms and legs sprawled out in every direction since he didn't have enough time to break his fall before you jumped him.

You settle your self on his lower back and sit on him like that, knees bent and feet pointing the opposite direction of where you face.

"I got you!" You exclaim exultantly, bouncing on his back a few times from excitement.

Of course, your victory is short-lived, because he sits up on his hands and knees very suddenly.

Not having expected this, you lose your balance and fall sideways off of him, landing on the ground with a soft 'oof.'

He sits on his knees and reaches for you with the hand he's allowed to use, but you roll away just in time, so he only catches air.

When you roll off to the side he follows you with his gaze, the playfulness and amusement no longer present as an expression much similar to earlier forms on his face. That same fierce glower that holds no actual malice but still promises problems if you defy him. Only, there's something much more wolfish and ravening than when he was looking at his brother, something that promises a different type of problem if you pull that again.

This time when he lunges at you, you're much too slow in response since you were rather distracted in observing the way he was looking at you, so he hits his mark and grabs onto your wrist and tugs you toward him.

In a test of brute strength or stamina, he would certainly win every time, but you've got a few things in your favor that he doesn't. One being how lithe you are, and another is your excellent acting.

As soon as he tugs you forward you cry out a bit more dramatic than necessary and watch as all signs of competitiveness leave his expression. His grip on you goes lax as concern sparkles in his ever lovely blue eyes, but when you smile mischievously he realizes that he's been duped.

The instant his grip on you relaxes, you wrench your arm away and push him onto his back, landing on top of him with your arms stretched out in front of you, your chest pressed against his, and your knees resting on either side of him.

You sit up quickly and grab his only usable hand with both of yours and pin it to his chest, smiling brightly, "I got you again!"

A spark of annoyance flickers on his face when you speak down to him so smugly behind the false chipper attitude, and where he would usually just let you have this one, he instead bucks his hips upwards suddenly and propels your forward.

You shriek in surprise and jut your elbows out so you don't smash your poor face into the floor, and while his actions didn't completely throw you off, he moved you forward enough that you had to let go of his hand and give him more room to move.

He wraps his now freed hand around your waist and rolls the both of you over, moving his hand so you don't land on it, then placing it on your chest to keep you pinned to the ground.

Your legs kick out as you try to stop him from getting on top of you (it's all over the moment he sits on you), but he just swings his leg over you and straddles your hips instead. There is a very telling hardness pressing down onto you, but you elect to ignore that since you're upset he didn't let you win.

As hard as you try and as much as you squirm around and try to push him off, you know that you can't, so you, ultimately, stop your thrashing and just lay there and look up at him with a pout. "I thought you were gonna let me win..." You whine, pushing on the hand holding you down to signal that you're not planning on moving around anymore.

"Why would I do that?" He asks, letting both of his hands drop (the one behind his back as well) to the mats by your head.

"Because... Because I wanted you to?" You try, though you know that is not a sufficient answer.

He ignores your spotty response and continues to look at you intensely. That fire in his eyes has yet to extinguish, you realize, and when he begins to lean down a bit closer your face flares red.

"Now for my prize." He growls lowly, smashing his lips against yours before you can say something sassy or argue.

You all but melt into him, reaching up to bury your hands in his wild golden mane so you can tug him closer by the roots of his hair.

He wastes no time in claiming your mouth as his own, allowing his hands to wander as they please along the places he can easily reach on your body.

Every pleased whimper and sigh that leaves you is muffled by his harsh all teeth and tongue lip-lock, but you find that you quite like the way he's absolutely kissing the daylights out of you.

His large hands run under your tunic and slide upwards towards your chest. He has no issue in removing your bindings, and as soon as they're out of the way he grabs onto your breasts.

You tug at his hair lightly to indicate that you need to breathe, and he complies right away and moves his head down to mouth along your neck. Shallow but quick pants cause your chest to rise and fall hastily, though your pulse and breathing don't slow at all given his ministrations against your chest and neck.

The gentle sucking and small licks he leaves along your throat turn into harsher nipping, scraping, and biting, but you don't mind that in the slightest and only tilt your head back further to give him better access to you.

His hands leave your breasts suddenly, causing you to whine out of displeasure, but you don't have long to dwell on that disappointment because suddenly a very audible ripping sound registers in your mind.

You don't move at first, looking down at your torn tunic with shock before you yank on his hair sharply in an attempt to get him to look at you and notice that you very much did not appreciate that. Your actions don't quite have the effect that you hoped they would, though, because he just groans in a very pleased way and continues to attack your neck with affection.

"Fili!" You scold loudly, pulling on his hair again to make him look at you.

This time he allows you to pull his head back a bit and looks at you questioningly, "What?" It seems he doesn't quite see the error of his ways.

"Um, you just destroyed my shirt? And in case you've forgotten, we're in the middle of the training rooms and I can't very well walk around without a tunic." You don't sound nearly as annoyed as you hoped you would, but you keep the cross expression on your face.

He rolls his eyes at you and sits up, pulling off his own shirt and placing it on the ground next to your head, "You can have that when I'm done."

Your sour expression doesn't change.

This time he sighs heavily and seems to take you more seriously, "Fine, put it on and I'll take you to my room."

Postponing your activities isn't the most appealing idea, but you much prefer that to the teasing you'll get if anyone walks in on you.

You sit up slowly and pick up his shirt, cringing at the dampness of it before pulling it over your head.

As soon as you've put his shirt on he stands up, leaning down only to grab you by the waist and pick you up. After he picks you up, he haphazardly throws you over his shoulder and places his hand around your waist so you don't fall.

Oh god, you pray that no one stumbles upon the two of you.

You hear him grumbling about 'high-maintenance hobbit women' and 'just wanting to take her right then and there for being so insolent and sneaky'. That last part makes you splutter and smack him on his back lightly.

"I was not being insolent or sneaky!" You protest.

His response is a sharp slap on your bottom, and when you yelp in a high-pitched voice, he laughs at you.

Suffice to say, you don't speak anymore until he arrives at your rooms.

The door opens, and as soon as the two of you are through it he closes it with his foot and rushes you toward the bed, dropping you down on the fluffy mattress without a second thought.

You bounce a few times when he plops you down, but you don't complain this time and just scoot back a bit. "I can't believe you spanked me in the middle of the hallway." You grumble indignantly, glaring up at him.

Instead of seeing amusement or joy on his face, though, you see a dwarf driven by an insatiable, ravenous hunger that can only be doused by you, apparently. He doesn't even answer your silly scolding like he usually does.

A wolfish smirk spreads across his lips as he climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping down on either side of you beneath his weight as he leans over you.

He doesn't hesitate in ripping his shirt off of you and over your head (yeah, he won't ruin his own shirt, but yours is fine for the destroying apparently!), and your bottoms follow quickly after.

Fili grabs you under your thighs and lifts you up a bit, bringing you to the head of the bed so you can rest back comfortably against the pillows. "You're mine for the rest of the night, love. I hope that doesn't bother you..." He whispers next to your ear, allowing his hands to explore the expanse of your stomach and along your breasts much like earlier.

"Y-You won fair and square." You reply coyly, reaching down to begin tugging at the hem of his tented trousers to pull them down.

Once you've gotten them past his muscled thighs, you lightly grab his impressive length and squeeze gently, watching as his eyes flicker shut briefly and feeling the way he twitches in your hand.

Much to your surprise, though, he grabs your wrist and pins it down to the pillows by your head, kissing your lips again, "Amrâlimê*" He growls out with a bit of strain, it seems he didn't really want to stop you after all, "Just let me work." *my love.

You nod your head once, though you still pout, and just look back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

It seems he takes your expectancy as some sort of challenge, because he releases your hand and rubs his own between your legs to feel you. "Well will you look at that." He whispers smugly, sliding his fingers through your folds easily, "I haven't even done much, amrâlimê...," he pauses as something seems to dawn on him, and when he speaks again, his voice is practically a purr, "Oh, I see what's going on here."

"W-What do you mean?" You ask breathlessly, shivering at the feeling of finally being touched where you want him most.

He continues to tease your sex, never putting enough pressure or touching you exactly where you want, and presses his nose into your hair at the side of your head so his lips hover just above your ear. "I think you know."

Truthfully, you don't know what he's talking about, or at least you think you don't, but you don't show any signs of agreeing or answering him.

"Well, if you really don't know..." He nips at your earlobe lightly, dipping one of his fingers inside of you briefly before pulling it out and continuing to teasingly and too-gently rub you. "Answer me this, my dear hobbit, how long were you watching me fight Kili? How long were you standing there, watching me as I showed him who was in charge?" His words are positively filthy, but for some reason it serves to only excite you further.

"I-I don't know... A little while?" You say it as more of a question, because truthfully, you don't know how long you were there. You were so entranced by him and the powerful, almost feral wildness and love for challenge that you didn't really keep track of time. All you could focus on was his predatory expression and how much you wanted it trained on you.

Oh.

A look of realization spreads across your face, and though he can't see it, the change in your body language tells him all he needs to know.

"You know what I think?" He asks lowly, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his waist as he lines himself up with your awaiting heat.

You shake your head, eyes falling shut and brows furrowing with anticipation.

He pushes into you slowly, he's always careful at this part knowing that you're still just a tiny thing, and buries one of his hands into your curly head of hair, "I think that you stayed to watch for so long because you wanted me to do the same to you." His voice is more breathy from finally being inside of you, but he continues, "I think you wanted me to challenge you to wrestle just so you could lose and have me like this."

He's already begun to set a steady pace, one that isn't particularly fast on the way out, but on the way back in he practically slams into you, causing your body to jolt upwards with each thrust. "Y-You wanted me to lose my head, that's the only reason you cheated and pretended I hurt you, just so that I would slam you onto the ground and have my way with you." His words are just as impactful even though his voice breaks a few times, and as embarrassing as it is, he might just be right.

"I don't know." You reply lamely, scratching at his muscled back at the maddening sensation of his too gentle thrusts.

When you claim not to know, he slows further and lays his forehead against yours.

As much as it pains him to hold back so much, he wants to hear it from you, yourself. "Did it excite you to see me put him in his place, love?" He asks huskily, squeezing your hips pretty harshly, "Did you stand there for so long because the mere thought of having me turn my sights onto you under the small chance that I would grab you and make you mine right then and there, was too much to bear?"

"A-Ah, yes, Fili!" You cry suddenly when his hips snap forward more sharply and his thumb lands on your clit to begin lightly stroking over it, "I wanted you so bad, I-I just didn't realize it!" You admit breathlessly, clawing at his back desperately, "Please, just take me properly, I can't stand the teasing..!" Normally you'd be too proud to plead, but being so close to satisfaction only for it to slip from your grasp each time was beginning to eat at your sanity.

Your honesty is rewarded with a faster pace and more firm circles being rubbed on your twitching clitorus. This new change makes you cry out as you've finally got what you want, so you tighten your leg around him in hopes of pulling him deeper inside of you.

"Say my name again, amrâlimê." He groans as he starts to leave kisses along your jawline and cheeks.

"F-Fili..." You whimper, running one of your hands into his hair.

"Louder." This time he says it as more of a command, snapping his hips up into yours roughly. You respond to his actions right away by crying out his name louder.

The floodgates open, and suddenly his teasing steady pace turns into erratic ruts and juts forward that push you up each time.

The hand he fisted in your hair yanks back, though not too hard, so he can press his face to your neck and leave more evidence of your deeds.

During a particularly hard thrust, he bites you much harder than before, and the mixture of intense pleasure and stinging pain elicits a loud and rather high pitched gasping moan from you, and that sound alone drives him crazy.

He begins saying things in his dwarfish tongue that you can't understand, though from the breathiness of his voice and the timing in which he says things in Khuzdul, you can tell that it's either praises or more indecent phrases.

You entangle one of your hands into his hair and tug at it gently, urging him upwards so he can kiss you again. He readily complies and covers your mouth with his own once more, reaching down to grab your leg still laying on the bed and pulling it up to wrap around his waist much like the other one.

The hair on his chest scratches at your softer skin each time he thrusts into you, and while there's the very real possibility that you could get irritated skin from it, you still find yourself enjoying every sensation he brings you. You can feel each breath and twitch of his muscles as well as each slight squeeze of your thigh and small tug at your hair. Just as you can feel all of him, he can feel all of you. Every hitched breath, gasp, and tremble can be heard and felt clearly, and the way you clench around him and scratch at his firm back sends sharp feelings of pleasure spiking through him.

The cool beads of the braids on his mustache rest against your cheeks and his nose presses into the side of yours as he kisses you, and it provides a nice contrast against your burning skin.

All of the sensations of him and this mind blowing intimacy begin to build up and fuel a greater flame inside of you, and pretty soon you're toes are curling on the sheets and your hands are tugging more and more at his hair. He can tell from this sudden shift that you're nearly there, so, wanting to help you find release, he moves his hand back down and rubs firm circles against your bundle of nerves in time with each erratic plunge into you.

He can feel the beginning of his own end start to approach, so he becomes more determined to have you come so you won't feel dissatisfied in any way.

It seems his ministrations on your sensitive clit are exactly what you need to push you over the edge, because mere seconds later you're crying out and tensing around him as your nails dig into the hard planes of his back.

Fili breathes in sharply and grips your leg with a bruising force, much harsher than he meant to unfortunately, at the newfound tightness squeezing his manhood.

The feeling of your climax brings him to his moments later, and since he doesn't have to worry about you becoming over-sensitive just yet, he allows himself to properly ride the both of you through your orgasms, his mouth leaving yours so you can both breathe properly.

Your legs pull him impossibly closer as he spends himself inside of you and you slowly start to come down from your high. When you start to flinch and move he stops all movement and all but collapses on top of you, his hand leaving your now slightly aching thigh to push some of your hair out of your face.

He peers down at your sated and tired face with pure adoration in his eyes while he strokes his knuckles lightly down your cheek after moving your curly and now damp hair from your eyes. He leaves another, gentler kiss against your lips as he pulls out of you delicately, frowning slightly as you wince when your legs drop back to the bed.

His gaze flickers down and he sees the angry indented finger-marks that he unintentionally left on you, and right away he feels a little guilty, even more so when he gets a view of the indents of his teeth on your shoulder.

You don't notice his regretful expression right away, but when you do see his less than happy countenance you cup one of his cheeks and ask tiredly, "Fili? What's wrong?"

Those pretty baby blues flicker up to your own eyes once more and he mumbles shamefully, "I've hurt you."

Your head shakes and your eyebrows knit together in confusion when he says that he hurt you, because you really have no clue what he's talking about. "What? You hurt me? When?"

"Just now."

He glances back down at your bruised leg again and this time you follow his gaze, and when you see what he's talking about you release a small puff of laughter, "Is that what you're referring to?" You wonder with a smile on your face, running your fingers through his sweaty hair so you can look at his face more clearly.

He nods.

"What happened to all of that talk about my liking your rough treatment, hm?" Your voice takes on a more teasing tone, though there is still a softness to it since you feel bad that he feels bad about 'hurting' you. "Are you no longer confident in your conclusion, my sweet prince?"

His eye twitches in annoyance at the nickname, but he doesn't address it and instead shakes his head, "I know I was right, but that will most definitely be sore later on."

Ever the cocky thing he is.

"And if I say that I like it anyways?"

This time he looks at you more in surprise, and for the first time since this day began, you see a hint of red warming his face, "Did you really?" He asks, rather unsure.

You nod your head, then remove your hands from his hair and wrap them around his middle, closing your eyes as you get more comfortable. "Mmhm... I like everything you do. Now lets go to sleep."

"Alright, alright." He shifts positions so he's no longer crushing you underneath him, then gathers you up in his arms and pulls you more firmly against him, resting his chin atop your head. "I would be careful about the things you tell me you like though, love. Because then I'll be more inclined to do them..." He mumbles, rubbing his strong hand up your back.

You giggle softly and press a small kiss against his neck before pressing your hands to his chest, "Isn't that the whole point?"

"Just remember that you asked for it." He teases, shutting his eyes so he can rest.

"I will."

#reader insert #fluff #tolkien #kili #the hobbit #fili imagine #fili x reader #fili #fili durin #smut #romance #the hobbit botfa #botfa #reader #the hobbit fanfiction

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Hello! I had an idea for an imagine that I wanted to get your thoughts on, if that's fine by you. Which Characters from The Hobbit and Lotr do you think would most enjoy dating a Dark Academia-style Writer? So like she dresses in the Dark Academia fashion, reads Classical Literature and her own stories and essays to them while cuddling, excitedly Rants about History and Literature to them, and maybe they even find her journal full of sappy love poems and rambles about how much she loves them? Who do you think would be most down for a s/o like that, if you don't mind me asking. I'd love to get your thoughts on this, and your blog is so spectacular btw!

Oh ho ho, my friend, this is right up my alley. I am obsessed with Dark Academia.

For ‘The Hobbit’:

Bilbo Baggins.

He was literally the first person to pop into my head. He is a perfect mix of cottage core and light academia, and I feel like he would have a lot of love for dark academia as well. When you’d cuddle, you’d both be reading your respective books (or even better, reading the same book with one another, or even even better, reading aloud to one another), and when a particularly deep or meaningful quote or scene happens, you would both discuss it thoroughly. You would both go into rants about history and literature you find interesting, and understand one another perfectly, going into incredible depth about the topics. If he ever found love poems you wrote about him, he would read them with the fondest smile upon his face. Who knows, in a few days, you might even come across a few poems or songs he has written about you.

Bard.

Bard has a lot of respect for history, (I hold firm to the belief that he was one of the very few lake men who really cared about the towns past), and would probably even help teach you some history of Dale and Esgaroth. And if you teach him about our worlds history and mythology, he would be all ears and find it utterly fascinating. He would totally be down to just spending quiet days at the library with you, and would probably read every book you recommend to him (Imagine discussing ‘A Secret History’ with him… that would be quite an interesting conversation). And if he ever came across love rants/poems… this man would get all cute and tell you how much they mean to him. He’s just that kind of person.

Thorin.

This dwarf would be incredibly into Dark Academia. I can just imagine dressing him up in one of those gray waistcoats with the white, long-sleeved undershirt. If he should roll the sleeves up to the elbow… sigh. He could totally dress the part. And he would absolutely love seeing you dressed dark academia style. His color palate is very similar to what is typically dark academia. And get ready for hours of discussing both dwarrow and human history with him. Also, if I may go out on a limb here, there is this headcannon I have about dwarrow museums being carved into old mineshaft used of resources. Thorin would be immensely proud and excited to show you and teach you everything in the museums. Walking down the stone halls and him pointing out various carvings and texts on the walls, your dark academia mind couldn’t be happier. And cuddles with his arm around your shoulders, lying in bed after a long day, ending the night reading. He would occasionally look down at what your reading (possibly asking what’s going on in the plot, depending on if you get annoyed by interruptions or not) and smile to himself. If you read your own work to this dwarf, expect the best feedback possible. He is very thorough with his feedback, and knows how to properly give constructive criticism as well as highlighting the best parts of your work.

Lindir.

This sweet little elf would be beside himself. He loves the libraries in Rivendell, and you sharing and reading stories with him opens up worlds. He would also love the way you dress, and will often ask what has inspired your ‘look’ for the day. He gets excited when you come to him with a new topic to rant about, and will likely contribute some very insightful views on the matter. When you come to him with questions about Middle Earth’s history, he will gladly answer whatever you ask (and probably end up having a history rant of his own. ‘Hey Lindir, what are the Silmarils?’ ‘…how about you sit down, and we’ll chat about it for a few months.’). He would just be the sweetest if he found your love rambles, and would be blushing the entire time reading them. Expect a wonderful thank you and an entire sonnet of his own composed for you.

Ori.

Can’t forget this little scribe. He would be beside himself at finding a fellow reader and writer, and the two of you would have so many reading sessions where you discuss what exactly this word meant in this context, or just ranting sessions where you gush and/or vent about a certain scene or plot development. He would find your outfits absolutely exquisite and probably even help you piece some together. Cuddling with him while reading is honestly the best, because you’ll just be laying side-by-side, surrounded by pillows and blankets (possibly in front of a fireplace in the Great Erebor Library), and just be reading your different books together, content to just read without feeling the need to talk. If you ever read your work to him, he would be beside himself at the level of trust you place in him (being a writer, he knows how daunting sharing your work can be), and he would love whatever you write. Expect him to start sharing his work as well. For the love poems, You’ll probably find his poems/rambles first, tbh. He just loves expressing himself through writing, and expressing his love for you is his favorite thing. You both get all sappy and blushy when you read one another declarations of love.

For ‘Lord of the Rings’:

Frodo Baggins.

Much like his Uncle, Frodo has a healthy appreciation for history and literature. He’d just love pouring over different books with you, and discussing them. His favorite thing to do with you on rainy days is to curl up with a good book and read aloud. Maybe even a walk down the trails and paths with an umbrella as well (Lobelia in the hobbit movies and the end of return of the king has proven there to be umbrella’s in Middle Earth). Hobbits are known for their passion for History, particularly family History, so he’ll definitely go into some rants of his own about the history of the Shire, and will sit and listen to your rants as well.

Elrond.

Lord Elrond is like a living, breathing, history textbook. He would be the absolute best person to discuss historical events and mythology and such. His keenness for knowledge knows no limits. There will definitely be very, very, long conversations about literature and meanings behind what the author writes, and the morals and values of the texts. Honestly, there is just such a depth of understanding between you and Elrond that is incredibly hard to find in others.

Faramir.

This man. This is the man who literally fanboyed over Gandalf and became a pupil to him. He would absolutely be beside himself when he meets you, because another human who is obsessed with learning and history and literature and discussing it and having deep conversations about it??? He would fall hard. And he would always love the way you dress, whether you are wearing a cozy sweater-vest or a dramatic trench coat. The two of you would literally spend hours in Gondor’s libraries, pouring over shelves of scrolls and books, taking notes on them, and maybe with a few older ones, restoring them together. Your favorite thing to do before going to bed is lighting a few candles and reading together. He would especially be fascinated and amazed at anything you have written and willing to share with him. He honestly just loves you so much, and feels so understood when he’s around you. And finding love poems written about him fills him with an indescribable amount of joy.

Aragorn.

When not off doing important Ranger or Kingly duties, Aragorn would just love to spend time reading with you. The kind of quality time where neither person needs to say anything, because the simple presence of the person is enough. He’s very into History, and I can totally see him ranting to you about the story of Beren and Luthien (perhaps the rest of the Silmarillion if he has the time), and would love to hear about your stories and books from our world. He’s the kind of person who prefers to dress practical, but that doesn’t stop him from complimenting your outfits and thinking how great you look every time you walk into the room. He loves the aesthetic of it. And should he ever stumble across a poem about him, he will probably keep it to himself, but memorize every word and repeat it to himself while traveling.

So I may have gotten just a tad bit carried away with this, but it was so much fun doing! Thank you for this ask! I hope this is what you were looking for. Now, i’m going to make myself a cup of tea and go to bed.

#bilbo baggins #dark acadamia #ori #aragorn #lindir #elrond #faramir #hobbit asks #lotr asks #frodo #thorin #bard #claraofthepen #the hobbit #lord of the rings

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legolasbadass · 3 years

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Out of curiosity, what is your take on The Hobbit trilogy? Do you prefer the book? I literally ask most of my mutuals this question. lmao. I'm just very intrigued by the less than favorable reputation the trilogy has going for about 9 years.

Hey, thanks for the ask!💙

So, I have mixed feelings about The Hobbit trilogy. I definitely prefer the book, but I still like the movies. The characterization and acting are spot-on for the most part (Richard Armitage as Thorin deserved 1000 awards, and Martin Freeman is phenomenal as Bilbo), and the production is incredible (well, the first two movies, anyway). The fact that they turned it into a trilogy doesn't bother me that much, it allowed them to explore more material, and I get to spend more time in Middle-earth! Of course, they added stuff and changed some other things, but, hey, that's the nature of adaptations!

What does bother me is how lacking in depth some of that added stuff is. The ending of DoS, in particular, is a big mess (and let's not even talk about botfa). And although I think it makes sense to have Legolas there, he had way too much screen time, as did Alfrid (who seriously should never have existed). If you look at LotR, many things are not faithful to the books, but those changes make sense for the story Peter Jackson is trying to tell, which is not the case in The Hobbit (imo, obviously).

And that lack of depth is even more prevalent in the more emotional/dramatic scenes. Ok, fine, Thorin's death is seriously heartbreaking in the movies, even more than in the book. But, honestly, Richard Armitage's fantastic acting is one of the only things that actually makes me feel things when I watch the trilogy. Even in moments that are supposed to be stressful, there is no tension! I like to compare the scene in FotR in the mines of Moria (where the fellowship has to jump over the missing part of the stairs) with the scene of Thorin's company in Goblin Town. Now, everyone knows that the characters will make it out of these situations, but that doesn't mean that there can't be tension. In FotR, Jackson spends so much time zooming in on characters' faces so we can see their anxiety, and the action is drawn out, with the music slowly escalating, which makes you feel all sorts of emotions. In The Hobbit, anytime there's a minor issue, it's resolved within seconds. Oh shit, how are we going to make it to the other side? Easy, just cut the ropes so we can swing our way through! (that's literally the scene lmao)

In other words, I love The Hobbit trilogy because I'm a Tolkien fan and I love being immersed in his world and following his characters. But, other than that, they are not great movies. And I know that a lot of the things that disappointed me were the result of the studio rushing Peter Jackson, so I'm not putting all the blame on him. Still, that's how I feel about the movies. To me, it's almost like reading a fic that is really badly written, but you still love it because it's familiar, and the characters are your favourites, if that makes any sense at all.

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thorinthehottotty · 4 years

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Seven Kingdoms - Thorin

Based on an idea that @kibleedibleedoo sent me and has been very wonderful and patient about me writing this! Its really a wonderful idea, thank you so much for sending me it! I took some liberties with it, I hope you don't mind.

Your so good at writing im so jealous and i was hoping if i give you a premis you might be able to write a oneshot? Dont feel pressure to do so though i just felt like i needed to get this idea off my chest. So i had the idea of a courting ritual including 7 steps (representing the 7 kingdoms or something) the first is a hand made courting bead, the next 5 are sentimental gifts, and the last step is to wash each others hair (1 parent each as witnesses) and do a 2 strand braid (to represent your union) clasped with a bead the individuals parents' would have made upon their birth with their name and such. In my head Thorins one is not a dwarf so does not have a bead so all of the company are scrambling to help you craft a personal one as soon as the hear of your impending union and who will be your stand in father? It cant be anyone related to thorin as thats a confliction of interest, maybe bofur? I dunno Sorry this has been so long

The bickering and the fighting was giving you an enormous headache. The dwarves were all so near and dear to you that it made this part of the process so hard. With a deep breath, you stand and move toward the balcony, your favorite spot in all of Erebor.

Although it always made you glance out at the place where so many fell during the battle of the five armies, you found an odd peace din staring out at the now snow covered valley. Even now, big fat flakes were falling slowly to the ground in a way that calmed you.

A heavy weight drifted around your shoulders, you glance over to see Bofur smiling warmly at you as he draped a coat about you. "What's this?" He murmurs. "My future queen wandering outdoors without a coat?" You beam back at him with chilled cheeks.

"Sorry, all of the bickering is getting on my nerves. Thank you for the coat, Bo." The dwarf beams at you and matches you posture, leaning against the cold stone to gaze out at the land below.

"They all mean well, lass."

"Oh, I know that," you sigh. "I really appreciate all of you supporting Thorin and I. It's just a lot, you know?" This seemed to mimick the conversation you tended to have on repeat with your future husband. The entire union seemed to be on stand still for one issue Thorin hadn't mentioned. It was hard enough to get him to explain the rules of courting and you ended up having to go ask Balin.

Lo and behold, there were seven steps to courting to represent the seven dwarven kingdoms. The braiding was the first and most obvious step. Something you'd learned and tripped over accepting his blunt asking. Literally. In your defense, all of the docks in Laketown seemed as though they were forever made of ice. But you were very eager to accept.

One thing that you were not expecting, was the fact that dwarves apparently did not have proposals. So when you asked Balin about it, he happen to tell you that you were only one gift away from nearly being married! Each sentimental gift that Thorin took his time to make you himself (and the ones you'd given him without realizing the connotations) was the deepening of your relationship.

His first gift, while he was in his dragon sickness, was one of his mother's necklaces. Something delicate and beautiful. It was eligant. He ahad to wait for you to give him something in return. With each gift he gave you, you scrambled to find something in return, only to discover after that you were very forward in your relationship.

The last step was the only one left to be accomplished now, just one short month after the battle. It had much of the company stumped.

After this, your union to the king would be complete. You would be technically married until your wedding ceremony that he wasn't keen on waiting for his sister to arrive with the rest of his people from the Ered Luin. The dwarf king didn't want to wait. He claimed he'd waited long enough for you, but the logistics of tradition were a bit harsh.

To complete the union, you would have to wash your hair with at least one parent for each of you present. His mother was long gone and his father was still missing, easy enough, Balin would take over. Your parents? Currently in your home dimension with no idea where you were or what you were doing. Kind of hard to do. On top of all of this, in your fiancé's culture, your parents would have made a bead with your name and the family crest so you can give it to Thorin. The company had been tearing their hair out for weeks trying to decide. They still were.

It couldn't be either of his nephews. Not Balin or Dwalin. They were too closely related and it would be a conflict of interest. So that still left quite a few.

"You're handling it all with more fire than the forges," Bofur muses. "Thorin is lucky to have such a determined woman by his side."

"Daw, thanks," you reply, leaning into nudge his side with your hip. "I'd do anything to be with him. Even if it means suffering through you all fighting over me." Bofur chuckles.

"You're so sick of us you've fled into the icy tundra just to escape!" He cries dramatically. He knew how much you dreaded the cold. But he didn't know just how lovely it was for you to crawl into Thorin's bed after standing in the chilly air.

You smile at your friend. "Bo, will you be my surrogate father?" You finally ask. Shock takes his face, then pride.

"It would be my honor and my pleasure, Y/N." You launch forward to hug your dear friend.

...

You lean back into the inviting lips on your neck, shivering under the sensual kisses. "You gotta stop," you plead. You hear the acknowledging rumble Thorin gives but he doesn't stop from delivering hot kisses to the over-sensitive skin of your neck.

You could feel the quickening of your own breath as his arms tightened around you, holding you captive. You should have known he was planning an attack on you when he invited you over to double check his work. His work was always flawless. Now his eager and heady touches were making you all too aware of the tenting of his trousers.

"We can't," you manage to whimper as he begins to pull the ties of your dress loose. His mouth ascends slowly to your ear as your body molds to his.

"I've waited far too long to have you as is." His voice brushing over your ear like black velvet has you pushing your hips into his eagerly. He groans and nips your ear as a reward for your crumbling reserve. Somehow, these secretive scuffles were so addictive and with the approaching dates, you felt helpless to his advances.

He turns you about and pushes you by your hips to slide onto the desk behind you. "Tomorrow evening we'll be united in marriage," you try to argue weakly as he drags the shoulder of your dress down.

Those blue eyes twinkle wickedly and he leans in to go back to attacking your shoulder with his mouth. Damn him. You feel the tugging of your skirts. He's pulling them up your legs enough to settle his hips against yours.

With his mouth on your shoulder, lapping at skin, one of his hands drags up your thigh. He's drawing shapes with his fingertips and it's so distracting you don't wonder about his other hand until it's squeezing a breast and your moaning.

"You bastard," you manage to call. You feel his teeth on you as he chuckles. He doesn't have time to respond because the door is thrown open and you both whip around.

"Unhand my daughter!" Bofur calls, his brother and cousin storming in behind him eagerly. Thorin is pulling your skirts down as your desperately trying to pull your top together.

You'd long since regretted asking Bofur to be your father. He was taking the role much more seriously than you expect. He always ensured you two weren't alone for too long.

"Bofur! You're not actually my dad!" You hiss as he pulls you from the desk. Thorin glowers, unhappy.

"You are still required to knock at the king's chambers," he rumbles.

"Tomorrow, I won't have to. Now come along. Your curfew is up." You snag a kiss from the king who glowers as your dragged away.

Tomorrow.

...

The moment you both met in the baths, the world stilled. All anxiety flooded from you as you make your way to your fiancé. He smiled warmly at you, already half naked. Bofur leads you to the king, beaming brightly, dressed in only your slip. It wasn't uncommon for you both to be naked during the ceremony, but given your background, the dwarves agreed this wouldn't be a necessity.

Dwalin's eyes look a bit glassy as Thorin leads you toward a large pool, the both of you sinking into easily. This whole thing felt so relaxing, with the candles and the oils set about, it was personal and cozy.

Thorin washed braided your hair first, murmuring vows softly in Khuzdul.

He guided you to sink into the water. You never imagined his big hands could be so gentle, but it was so soothing you felt as if you could drift to sleep as he carefully washed your hair. Then he began to rub a sweet smelling oil into your hair. The final braid, a two strand braid for the representation of the union.

You pressed against and held each other as the silence of your friends, the ones only their to bear witness, had you forgetting the two dwarves standing in the steam.

When you felt the beads fall against you, Thorin leaned down to kiss you firmly, nuzzling you in the process. "Amrâlimê," he murmurs.

And you reach for him as he sinks toward the water, allowing you to wash and braid his hair. You did everything slowly, from the soft words that you were careful to pronounce (Bofur insisted they teach you) to the delicate brushing of his hair.

The only sounds were your echoing voice and the gentle splashing of water. Finally, you clasp the gold beads made for you by the company into his hair. He pauses to admire your name etched into them, scales carved beneath them in representation of the journey you were discovered on. Thorin smiles when you press forward and kiss his lips. "My husband," you promise.

"My wife," he replies. And he pulls you with a squeal and a splash into the hot bath water and his lap, kissing you eagerly.

"I think that's our cue to leave."

"Aye. Absolutely."

You barely noticed them leave as the two of you pressed closer. You could feel how sacred the union was. This felt so incredibly right that you couldn't think of anything but kissing your new husband.

"So do you think you can wait for your sister to-" cue the splashing water of the King dragging your slip off and tossing it into the water far away. It hits with a slap.

"Come here, yasîth."

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legolaslovely · 4 years

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Hello again! Thank you so so much for the wonderful imagine, it really helped to cheer me up, so I hope it's okay if I request another one! My birthday's coming up relatively soon, it's actually on February 14th (Valentine's Day), so I was wondering if you could write an imagine about how some members of Thorin's Company (specifically Bilbo, Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Ori and Dwalin if that's alright) would treat their s/o on their birthday. That'd be a wonderful early birthday present! Thanks!

Aw! Happy early birthday! A Valentine’s baby, how sweet! Thank you for your patience with this one, I hope you enjoy, some of these characters I’m not 100% familiar with, but I’ll try! I am laughing and squealing with glee over some of these. What are your ideas?

Bilbo would be a busy little bee, cooking and baking literally everything in the Shire for you. He’d make all your favorite foods. He knows all your absolute favorites, he spends weeks gathering all your family’s recipes and he uses some of his own so you have some familiar and some new takes on old favorites. But also, if you’ve said in the past that you liked something? No matter how long ago you said it, he made it. You look around and you don’t even know what some of these foods are, but everything is scrumptious and delicious and perfect. He spends hours and hours on an elaborate, beautiful, decadent cake that you can barely have one piece of because it’s so rich in taste! By the time he’s done, there is enough food to feed all of the Shire and it gives him an excuse to invite all your family and closest friends over for the feast. And fireworks! Thoughtful, hardworking Bilbo just warms your heart and you thank him with a hug and a kiss, and thought it’s against his manners, he allows it and blushes like a tomato in front of the whole party.

Thorin would hold a ball for you. It’s not an every day thing, he doesn’t often hold big parties, but for you, he does this. You’ve never spoken about it, but he knows you appreciate and enjoy some of the finer things in life. You are down to (middle) earth and responsible, but when you open the gorgeous wrapping to find a perfect, custom gown of your favorite color and style, he adores how your eyes light up like beacons. He’s set out your favorite jewelry, along with a new necklace that accentuates the line of the gown around your chest perfectly. He leads you into the Grand Hall on his arm and watches with pride as you ogle the decorations and he feels your fingers tighten around him as the musicians play your favorite dancing music. You thank him profusely, never leaving his side all night and he kisses you, toasts you, and says this is the least he can do for his One.

Fili would basically disappear in the days leading up to your birthday. You’re kind of upset about it, did you do something wrong? You haven’t even made dinner plans or anything, did he forget about your birthday? You’d feel over dramatic, but it would still hurt your feelings, only because you didn’t know where he was and why he’d disappeared. Then you find out. He shows up first thing in the morning, sits on your bed with your favorite foods and treats and gives you a wrapped gift. You eye him, opening the ribbons and the paper to find a stunning, intricately decorated, silver jewelry box that he made himself at the forge. Your eyes blow wide and you look at him anew, see him grinning as he gives you a small silver key on a red ribbon. He nods at you to open it and when you do, your eyes fill with tears. With his own hands, he made you a gorgeous set of jewelry- necklace, bracelet and hair beads with your and his runes on them. It took him hours upon hours to finish and you take his hands, seeing the new callouses all over and kiss him in speechless thanks.

Kili would wake you up with countless kisses. When you finally opened your eyes, you’d see that you were surrounded by hundreds of your favorite flowers. He knows how much you adore them- the beauty, the colors, the smells. They sit in vases all over the chambers, the petals lie on your bed, and a new scarf of floral print sits in a box on the foot of your bed. You spend the day in the gardens, walking hand in hand and talking, he puts flowers in your braids until they form a crown. You sit on the bench in the middle of the gardens, surrounded by your favorite flowers and he turns you, pointing to the back of the bench. He had it remade with a plaque dedicating it to you, with love from him for your birthday. Needless to say, this earns him many thankful kisses.

Bofur would organize a party in his home, something small with only your favorite friends and family- just the way you liked. He’d have your favorite foods and decorations, he’d do his best to clean which was sweet in itself because he may be quite the messy little dwarf. He’d whirl you around his home as the other dwarfs played the music on their instruments. He’d make sure you had the best time and then, when you were finally alone for the night, he’d give you your birthday gift. New hair beads and a warm winter hat that he made himself. He’d say they’re not the best, and it took him too long, they almost weren’t ready for today, and he will bring you to the market tomorrow to pick something out, but you stop his rambling with a bleary eyed kiss because you’re so touched that he took the time and effort to make these things for you on top of hosting the perfect celebration.

Ori would write you poetry. You wouldn’t see him until the afternoon, but you’d wake to see a wax sealed envelope by your pillow with a good morning wish. Then you’d find a poem on your desk, another in your coat pocket, another attached to the door. Gorgeous, thoughtful, adoring poetry that was catered to you completely and written by him throughout the year. You’d be so touched, they would bring tears to your eyes and you’d admire the sweet doodles on the corners. When you finally saw him, he couldn’t even look you in the eyes because he felt so embarrassed and vulnerable, but your running hug lifts his spirits and gives him the courage to give you a small, handmade box of the poems he’s written for you in the past. He thinks you should have them.

Dwalin would write you a song. You had no idea he played the harp so well, never mind could write such stunning, touching lyrics. He’d be by your side all day, celebrating with you and your friends in your home and in the taverns and finally, when you were alone for the day, he’d tell you to sit on your bed. You were totally expecting something else and you almost laugh when he turns and disappears from the room! Then he rolls in a harp that he had stored in the back little room, and sits next to you, plucking a gorgeous melody with his nubby, calloused fingers. His voice is low, deep, soothing and soft, and he sings of the stars, moon, and sun and how they revolve around his love. He sits back and you hold his hand, he wipes the tears that began to fall and kisses you deeply for long moments. Then he pulls back and threatens you not to tell anyone with a joking smile.

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overthinkinglotr · 5 years

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Why Lord of the Rings’ Fantasy Environments Feel So Convincing

It’s because we always see Middle-Earth from the characters’ point of view.

The shots aren’t just there to make the audience feel awe/wonder/horror, they convey the awe/wonder/horror that the characters feel. When the audience sees an Important Landmark for the first time, it’s through the POV of a character who’s ALSO seeing it for the first time. You’re put in the characters’ shoes (or…feet??? Because hobbits are barefoot???? ok that was a terrible joke mOVING ON)

A good example is the intro to Rivendell in the Fellowship of the Ring, shown through Frodo’s POV. Frodo is badly wounded on the riverbank (fade to white…..) then wakes up in a bed. We don’t know exactly where he is (bc we’re seeing things from his perspective), all we see is this little room.

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There’s a scene where Frodo talks to Gandalf and Sam, then Elrond welcomes Frodo to Rivendell. AND IT’s ONLY THEN– as Frodo gets up to explore– that we get the Big Reveal Shots of Rivendell in all its glory. Because that’s when Frodo sees Rivendell in all its glory.

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We’re not just seeing Rivendell, we’re seeing Rivendell through Frodo’s eyes. We’re seeing Rivendell for the first time WITH Frodo, feeling awe and wonder WITH him.

Like--think about how insanely different (and less impactful) those big gorgeous shots of Rivendell would feel if they came before the scene where Frodo wakes up in bed. If we got those huge Iconic Rivendell Shots(tm)….and then cut to Frodo waking up.

Technically we’d be getting the same information (we’re in Rivendell, Frodo wakes up in bed, we can assume Frodo thinks Rivendell is beautiful) but we’d feel completely disconnected from the Emotion of both moments. We’d feel disconnected from Frodo (because he hasn’t seen Rivendell and isn’t feeling what we’re feeling) and disconnected from Rivendell (because we’d still be in “worrying about Frodo” mode and wouldn’t feel the fantasy-awe that the cameraman wanted us to feel.)

And basically all the major Landscape Intros in Lord of the Rings follow this setup? Character A will announce the name of the Cool New Environment to Character B, who has never seen it before (Elrond welcomes Frodo to Rivendell, Aragorn tells Frodo they’re at the Argonath, Gandalf tells the Fellowship they’re in the great city of Dwarrowdelf, Haldir welcomes the Fellowship to Caras Galadhon, Gandalf tells Pippin they’ve arived at the White City, Gollum tells Frodo they’ve arrived at The Dead City, etc.) Character B will look up in Awe and Wonder (or sadness/horror, or whatever emotion this environment makes them feel). And theN we’ll get the iconic dramatic money-shots that don’t just show us the place, but also show us how the characters feel about seeing this place for the first time.

Again, I’m not saying the camera is literally...at their eye level, shooting things from their first-person-POV. I’m saying that the camera-work is aiming to capture how the characters feel.

And while we’re here....

A perfect example of a fantasy environment that feels unconvincing because of that exact problem I just talked about-- because we’re not shown the environment through anyone’s point of view, making us feel disconnected from both the landscape and the characters-- is the Woodland Realm from The Hobbit.

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The dwarves are captured by Thranduil and enter the Woodland Realm. Then we get a bunch of beautiful spinny shots designed to make the audience feel wonder and awe.... Except none of the characters feel that way.

The dwarves don’t feel wonder and awe (we don’t even see their faces or emotional reactions to their entrance at all!!!!) And Bilbo-- the character who isn’t a prisoner/dwarf, the character who genuinely loves elven culture, the character who WOULD feel wonder and awe at seeing Thranduil’s kingdom for the first time--- we never see his reaction to it!!! We never even see him enter the kingdom at all!!!

As a result, the Woodland Realm never really feels there (because none of the characters have any emotional reaction to it) and we’re disconnected from the journey of the characters (because the characters aren’t feeling what we’re feeling, and we have no idea how THEY feel about the Woodland Realm.)

(This happens a lot throughout the Hobbit films?? We’re introduced to Cool CGI environments, especially in the Woodland Realm and Erebor, but the characters never react to them so they never feel convincing. Everyone loves to gif that scene in the end of the first movie where the Company are all riding the Eagles, and it’s beautiful and the score is swelling with Wonder Music.....but none of the characters themselves have any emotional reaction to flying on the eagles at all. The audience is feeling wonder, but the characters aren’t. You’re not experiencing things with the characters, so you feel completely disconnected from their journey.)

I’m not trying to pick on The Hobbit films (ok yes I am). I think some moments, like Bilbo’s arrival at Rivendell, are handled very well. I just think it’s interesting that... the scene where Thorin first enters Erebor ends up being one of most awe-inspiring moments in the film, not because the hallway he enters is very interesting, but because his reaction MAKES it interesting.

We believe this place is important and beautiful because the characters do. We believe in it because we’re seeing it through the eyes of characters who feel strongly about it.

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TL;DR:

Because fictional worlds are....fictional....the audience connects with them through the characters. The characters’ feelings towards to their world is what gets us to relate to and understand it.

If the characters don’t react to the world they’re in, the audience won’t either. For fantasy to feel believable, we need to see it through the eyes of the characters we’re travelling with, feel what they feel when seeing these places, and experience what it would be like to be there.

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sincerelymlg · 5 years

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Femme Fatale

Summary: Bucky isn’t as excited about this newest mission as you are. It fulfills both of your fantasies, but does it really have to involve so many other people watching? Pairing: Bucky x Agent!Reader Warnings: it’s a little saucy, but nothing too explicit...I mean it takes place at a burlesque show?? So do what you will with that information. Word Count: 1121 A/N: Ok, so I’ve been watching this particular idea grow more and more popular on my dash and it’s been something I’ve been interested in doing, so here we go! These are going to be some non-linear one-shots that will deal with the same main characters. This is the first official one, but I might include THIS blurb as well. I will make an official masterlist eventually... I hope you enjoy!

“Chin up Bucket. I promise this is going to be more fun for you than for me.”

Bucky scoffed at the declaration. “Yeah, I get to watch you live out your biggest fantasy with too many other men also watching.”

You rolled your eyes, rolling the pantyhose up your legs and attaching the garter clips. You listened to him pace the bedroom from behind the bathroom door. He was being dramatic. You fluffed your hair once more, pulled on your long jacket and made your way into the room.

The sunset filtered through the gauzy curtains, sending a lazy haze over the bedroom. Bucky stopped digging his sorrowful trench, taken aback with your look. The wig you’d been given was styled into perfect pin curls, a perfect cat eye adorned heavily lashed eyes to make a dramatic compliment to the sinful red of your lips.

“Cat got ya tongue, Sarge?”

Bucky blushed, “No, a minx.”

You smirked at his cheekiness, “Well, Fury will have our hides if we’re late.”

Bucky nodded, gathering the few things he would need. You watched him place the small knife in his boot, the two in his belt and holster his gun at his back to be hidden under the black jacket he was given. “I see you’re packing light tonight.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked toward the door, holding it open for you, a small smirk in place. “Ma’am.”

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Bucky watched the doorways carefully, watching for the mark, or really anyone suspicious. While they knew where, approximately when, and what was going to happen (information passed between bad guys, utmost national security, arms dealings, blah, blah, blah), they didn’t know who to be looking out for. This made Bucky the best lookout. Well, Fury originally only wanted to send the best, but when you had casually let the details of your cover out to Bucky he had insisted to come.

Door duty. Fury had finally agreed and he got stuck on door duty.

You had giggled at the grumpy face he’d made. He did not find it quite as amusing, but you made it up to him.

Focus.

The tables were all filled, literally. How anyone could fit any more than two drinks and the tiny tea light centerpiece on those tables was beyond Bucky. The lights dimmed and Bucky’s back straightened, the reassuring pressure of the gun digging into his spine not easing any anxiety.

The tones of trombones and trumpets stirred up the rest of the band and the curtains to rise. Your silhouette on display from the spotlight behind you. The spotlight shifted and the audience cheered loudly as you came into view. You saluted the audience, throwing a wink in Bucky’s direction, earning you several whistles from the crowd.

You slowly unzipped the stylized jumpsuit, letting it fall off your shoulders and pool on the ground. With a smirk, you turned and stepped out fully revealing the costume you wore. Bucky chuckled to himself, Steve would lose his shit if he could see you right now.

The red and white skirt brushing against the tops of your thighs, the lights glinting off the garter clips you wore. The blue halter, white gloves, and pin curls completed the USO girl look, but the wicked gleam in your eye set it apart. No one would mistake you for one of the Star-Spangled-Man-With-A-Plan’s chorus girls.

Sauntering across the stage, Bucky’s eyes watching as you place the helmet on a member of the band as he plays, with a playful kiss on his cheek, red lips marking him. The cheers filled the room, only encouraging you. You rolled your gloves down your arms, fluttering your eyes innocently, but quickly discarding the fabric off stage.

Bucky groaned as you strut towards the edge of the stage. Turning you revealed your bare back and unclasped the neckline. Without turning you threw an innocent look over your shoulder and threw the top toward the growing pile of discarded clothing. Bucky cleared his throat, your skirt now taunting him and the rest of the crowd.

You turned your hands covering your breasts, acting shocked to still be in a room full of strangers. The cheers were deafening as you walked down the stairs of the stage and into the crowd, revealing the red, white, and blue tassels. Your hands trailing lightly along men’s shoulders as you worked your way through the crowd. You stopped in front of Bucky, a smirk on your face. You tugged the front of his shirt down, pulling him to be breaths away from your lips. Catcalls and applause egged you on. Bucky’s pupils blown wide as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek.

“You better watch yourself, doll.”

You chuckled, your breath tickling his ear. He fought a shudder that tried to worm its way down his spine.

“It looks like I’m not the one that’s getting carried away.”

Bucky growled as you pulled away with a wink. He was ready for this mission to be over.

Right. He was on a mission. Focus.

He surveyed the room again, looking for anyone that seemed out of place. Which served as a problem. Every eye was focused on you, watching you sink onto a woman’s lap, crossing your ankles.

Bucky growled again, shifting his weight, ready to finish this mission, throw his coat over you and take you home.

The song reached its climax as you reached into your hair and pulled out a decorative pin, placing it in the woman’s hair with a coy smile. You slowly stood and took the stage again. The band letting loose as the lights went out again, leaving you in silhouette as you removed the skirt before complete darkness filled the bar.

Applause and whistles filled the space. Bucky walked backstage as the lights rose again.

“Well, that was… something else.”

“Good, that’s what I was going for. I’ve been practicing with Nat, she masqueraded once as a dancer at the Moulin Rouge.”

Bucky just hummed as your voice rose from behind the changing screen, “too bad we missed the target.”

You emerged from behind the screen, tac gear in place. You checked your weapons, full magazine, knives sharpened, lipstick perfect. “We didn’t miss her.”

“Her?”

“Well maybe you were a little distracted, but I pinned her, literally.” You chuckled at your joke.

“She’s taking us right to them.” You held up your phone, a little spot pinging and moving across the screen. “If we leave now we might be able to intercept them.”

Bucky chuckled, holding the door open for you, “God, I love you.”

You smacked his butt and walked out the door, calling out over your shoulder, “let’s finish this at home.”

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tarisilmarwen · 5 years

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Tari’s Top Twenty OTPs - #12

OTP: Kili/Tauriel

Fandom: The Hobbit film trilogy

Kili: Kili is perhaps the youngest dwarf in the Company, brash and foolhardy and a little bit ignorant of the dangers of the world. He and his brother Fili are heirs to Thorin and the throne of the lost Erebor, princes without a kingdom, and both have had to grow up a bit on their journey. As the second-born, there is not as much pressure and weight on Kili’s shoulders as there is on Fili’s. He’s allowed to be a little cheekier, a little more coddled and less responsible. But he’s dreamed of seeing his people’s ancient homeland all his life, and desires to become the kind of man he perceives Thorin to be: noble, battle-hardened, a great proud warrior and hero.

Tauriel: At the young age of six hundred, Tauriel is already an accomplished warrior and holds the noble position of captain of the guard of the elven kingdom of Mirkwood, having been taken in by King Thranduil after her parents were murdered by orcs. Tauriel has no love for any manner of foul creature and can be utterly ruthless in pursuing and taking vengeance upon the evils that are taking hold in the wood. She has a strong sense of justice and moral duty, which sometimes puts her at odds with her king, whose isolationist polices frustrate Tauriel, and she is not afraid to criticize and question him. Tauriel also has an inquisitive, gentler side. She’s interested in and cares about things beyond the borders of Mirkwood, and is curious to learn about other peoples and cultures. Above all, Tauriel is compelled to do what she feels is right, even if that means rebelling against her king.

Together: Though members of opposing races that typically mistrust, despise, and even outright hate each other, Kili and Tauriel are largely free of the typical prejudices that come between their peoples. The racism of their forefathers is not yet ingrained into them and so they’re much more curious and intrigued by each other. They can sit down and have polite conversations and swap stories about their travels and cultures and just generally find each other interesting. Kili is the more besotted of the two, and a bit awkward about expressing it, also seeming to realize how impossible her returning his affections should be. Tauriel is mostly confused, amused, and even possibly a little bit mildly flattered by his admiration, though it becomes clear later on that she’s also come to care quite strongly about the dwarf and his well-being, in some fashion. They fall quickly, and hard. Theirs is an innocent, fledgling sort of relationship, not quite fully considered and only in the beginning stages of its story. It remains nothing but a sweet possibility in the end, as their relationship is cut short by the tragedies of war before they can fully realize what they mean to each other.

How I Got Into The Fandom: Being a movie-birthed fan of The Lord of the Rings I just sort of… inherited the Hobbit films as a fandom really. I wasn’t chomping at the bit for the movies to happen but when they finally did you can bet I was right there flailing and fangirling and being super excited for them with the rest.

When I Started Shipping Them: Honestly I was kind of doomed to ship them from the start. I’d heard the rumors about their little romantic plotline before the second film came out and, being that Kili sounded like he was going to be an absolutely precious dork about her and that I completely adore that kind of thing, I supported the ship’s existence almost by default. Collected little bits of fanart here and there. Nothing big. And then I went and got to see Desolation of Smaug. And Kili was absolutely precious about her, just staring at her in awe from the moment he laid eyes on her. And as the movie progressed and Kili and Tauriel interacted they hit more and more of my favorite shippy tropes. I was majorly into them even before the halfway mark and by the end of the film, with their last scene… well, suffice to say they pretty much had me completely. The next evening was spent gleefully diving into the fandom with vigorous abandon.

Why I Love Them: I am super into guys being super into their lady loves and just completely adoring them and admiring them and thinking they’re awesome and not being emasculated by their badassery. Kili and Tauriel have this adorable kind of Gender Role Reversal to their relationship: Tauriel is the stoic badass that swoops in to the rescue and Kili is the damsel in distress who just has stars in his eyes every time he sees her. (The height difference helps cement that.) Add in a healthy dose of culture clash, angst from the fact that they are Star Crossed Lovers from feuding races, and the tragic separation and end to their budding romance, and you have one super-heartwarming narratively doomed ship that will just completely break your heart. Hurts so good though.

Three Favorite Moments:

1. “She walks in starlight in another world...”

Ngh, I could watch this scene forever. The lead-up to this moment is awesome too, with Tauriel choosing to stay behind and heal Kili’s poisoned wound and Kili literally seeing Tauriel in sparklevision. (Well, okay, not quite literally, there is a canon explanation that elves’ true forms are very shiny and full of light and those on the edge of death can see it.)

Once things have calmed and Kili is out of danger, he lays on the table semi-delirious and then, unexpectedly, calls Tauriel’s name.

Surprised, Tauriel just smiles and tells him to rest. Kili, still not quite conscious, assumes he must be having a dream, and whispers reverently about how the real Tauriel is far, far away from him, walking in starlight. He reaches for her hand, brushing her fingers with his, and wonders aloud if she could have ever loved him.

Tauriel’s expression pinches with emotion before we cut away.

2. “If this is love, I do not want it.”

After the Battle of the Five Armies is over, Thranduil comes upon Tauriel, kneeling by the dead Kili’s side and mourning him.

“They want to bury him,” she says miserably.

The contempt Thranduil held for Tauriel’s feelings is gone, and he can only feel pity for her now. Pity as she begs him to take this emotion from her, cries out that she doesn’t understand why it hurts so much.

“Because it was real,” he tells her gently.

Numb, Tauriel lets her tears fall, leans down and kisses Kili goodbye, sliding the runestone he gave her back into his hands and weeping softly.

3. Saving him at the river

Kili, impulsive action-taker that he is, has taken an arrow to his thigh in his reckless attempt to open the sluice gate and allow the company to escape.

He collapses, and the orcs begin to descend on him. But all of a sudden an arrow flies in from offscreen, killing the nearest attacker.

Kili’s head whips around and he stares in awe and wonder as Tauriel charges in, accompanied by a dramatic swell of her theme. A worried expression on her face, she engages the orcs, slicing through them, only once distracted by Kili’s cry of pain.

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