#anyways on a side note my friend will not hear me out that kili is attractive and i am right to be pissed that he died

[portrait-of-a-little-thing]

i just watched all the hobbit movies and loved them and now im gonna reread the book and also watch the lotr movies and read those too, methinks i can feel a fixation brewing

#anyways on a side note my friend will not hear me out that kili is attractive and i am right to be pissed that he died #i am now going to ao3 to read fanfic #bc again #im pissed that kili died and i want him to get with tauriel so if anyone has a good good fixit fic reccomendation Do Share #the hobbit #kili #kili durin #lotr #lord of the rings #blogging #personal blog #new blog #december 2022

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Hobbit) Thorin x Reader: Dragonsickness and the Heart

(Author’s Note:  Well, it’s spring, and usually spring gets me in a hobbit/LotR mood, so here we are.  I actually wrote a shameless OC self-insert a few years ago, and decided to just take a section of it an make it a reader-insert.  

Warnings: Thorin acts like a lil creep, but in the end he wouldn’t do anything to hurt reader.  

While under the effects of the dragon sickness, Thorin says some things... You wonder if it’s the sickness talking, or perhaps it is his true feelings coming out.

Enjoy!)

   You struggled with the dwarvish armor, finally letting it fall to the ground. It was much too big and clunky: you could barely stand in it! Thorin had given the order for the Company to armor up, but it didn’t look like it would be possible for you. The clank of metal sounded in the armory around the corner, and you let out an exasperated sigh. You had taken your chosen armor to an empty room to avoid the humiliation as you attempted to try the foreign material on. Even after you managed to finally figure it out, the weight of the metal was too much. You weren’t exactly in the mood for endless teasing on Fili and Kili’s part. Dwalin might even find it humorous and would never let you live it down.

   Footsteps sounded around the corner, and you whirled around to come up with an excuse or explanation of some sort as to why you were hiding away like this. To your surprise, it was Thorin, all armored-up and looking…well…looking pretty good.

   Even with everything that had happened, after how crappy of a person he had become since the dragon sickness took its hold, you were surprised to feel your heartbeat pick up at the sight of him. He entered the dimly-lit room, eyes flickering from you to the bulky armor lying on the floor. He flashed an amused smile that made you feel weak.

   “Trouble?” he asked, pacing over with a raised brow.

   “Uh, y-yes,” you mumbled back, unable to meet his intense gaze. You tried to remind yourself that this wasn’t him. He wasn’t himself, yet it didn’t stop your heart from doing flips in your ribcage. “It obviously wasn’t going to fit. I don’t know why I tried anyways.

   “Because you’re you,” he responded with a chuckle, prompting a nervous laugh from you. He was being friendly, but there was still something off about him. His voice. He spoke in such a low and silky tone, practically laced with dragon sickness. It made you feel uneasy and not necessarily in a good way.

    As Thorin took a step forward, you caught movement in the corner of your eye and flinched out of instinct from being on the road. He noticed and paused, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. He only meant to give you something, he said. When you nodded, he rounded the corner until he was out of sight.  Moments later, he returned with a bundle of armor in his hands though these were different from the weighty pieces you had already tried. He handed you the iron shoulder plates first, and you marveled at the simple designs cast into them.  They looked as if they’d been made just for you.  Judging by the warmth in Thorin’s eyes, they had been.

   “These should suit you better.”

   You tentatively accepted the shoulder plates, fiddling with the leather straps that would hold them in place. You tried putting your arm through one loop as if it was a sleeve, but it felt wrong, so you tried a different angle, a different loop…

   As if reading your mind, Thorin took and unbuckled it. “Here.” 

   You gulped as he carefully took your arm and put it through the correct loop. Each movement he made was slow and drawn out, and you wondered for a minute if he was doing it on purpose just to make your heart race. It wasn’t doing anything to help the situations of your one-sided love towards him. You resolved to accept the rest of the armor politely and go find another hidden room to figure it out on your own, but as soon as the shoulder plates were secure, Thorin proceeded to strap on a chestplate.  Then he continued with a sort of metal shin guard.

   “There,” he said finally, checking some of the straps to ensure they were in place. “You will be much better protected.”

   “Yeah,” you murmured, releasing a breath.  “Thank you.”

   He gazed at you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. “I will do all in my power to make sure you are safe.” Your eyes widened as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You should know I have grown rather fond of you, _________.”

   You remained still, absolutely shocked at the unexpected statement. It felt as if your body wouldn’t respond.  Surely, he doesn’t actually mean what he says? It must have been some strange effect of the dragon sickness, right?  

   You had joined the Company early in the journey in hopes of changing the ending.  You and Gandalf had an understanding that you would gain the Company’s trust and use your knowledge of Middle-Earth to ensure the line of Durin survived.  From the moment you appeared on the dirt path in front of the Company in your modern clothes feeling lost and uncertain, Thorin hadn’t taken much interest other than to bark orders to you or spare a disdained glance at you and Bilbo at your “softness” when it came to life on the road. 

   Over time, you learned to place your trust in the Company and to do your part so they’d trust you- including Thorin.  He and you had started to bond, especially in Lake-Town when you’d spoken to each other outside in the snow during the celebration of the dwarves’ return to the mountain.  You even managed to make him smile a few times.  You realized that as Thorin had begun to trust you, you trusted him not only as a leader but as a friend, and your affection grew beyond what you’d originally thought.

   Still, you wondered if perhaps it was all in your head.  Thorin had seen you as young and naive early on, but that was only because of your inexperience in the world of Middle-Earth.  Things had changed.  Perhaps they had changed more than you thought?

   Thorin’s breath disappeared from your ear as he pulled away to circle aroundyou, the armor clanking with every step. You were frozen to the spot, but your lips managed to form words.

   “What about Balin? You told him that you felt nothing for me and that you were focused on the quest.”

   An eerie chuckle echoed from behind. “I told Balin what he wanted to hear. I told him that so he would not question me any further on the matter, but the truth remains…” His voice sounded right behind you. “I care about you.”

   He was saying what you wanted to hear all along, and yet it felt so wrong now. This wasn’t the real Thorin, right? You could not possibly accept this declaration of feelings knowing that he would snap out of it soon enough.

   “W-we should go join the others…”

   His arm snaked around your waist, earning a gasp from you. “I love you, ________, and I want you to say you feel the same.”

   “Thorin, I can’t. You’re not yourself. The stress of the Arkenstone and the battle must be affecting you.”

   “My own kin has betrayed me. One of them has taken the Arkenstone. Please, do not  turn away from me as well. Say you love me. Be my queen.”

   You were left breathless by his words. He had released you from his hold and circled back around to stand in front of you. Thorin leaned in, eyes flickering to your lips briefly. It was beyond tempting. All you had to do was lean in a few mere inches, and you would feel his lips on yours. It was what he wanted, and it was what you wanted…

   “I have to go,” you stated, putting some distance between the two of you. Thorin’s lips pulled down in a frown as you stepped around him.

   “You’re making a mistake,” he called over his shoulder.  “An offer such as this will not come again.”

   You hesitated at the doorway, shaking your head. “Then so be it.” And then you left. You didn’t dare look back as you hurried down the halls to get as far away from him as possible. He was crazy. Insane.

   And so are you for turning him down, a small voice screamed from within your mind. You could have been his, even for a short time. You could have had his love, even if it was twisted.  His kiss. His embrace… It could all have been yours if you had just said so.

   But it was wrong, and you knew it, to take advantage of his situation.

   “Bilbo!” You halted when you rounded a corner and almost collided with him. “Where are you off to?”

   He glanced around to make sure no one was near, holding a long rope coiled up in his hand. “I can’t just stand by and do nothing. I am taking the Arkenstone to Bard to use for bargaining. It’s the only way the people of Lake-Town will get their fair share.  Hopefully, we will avoid war.”

   “That’s a great idea. I’ll cover for you while you’re gone.”

   “Thank you, ________,” he whispered gratefully. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

   You pulled him into a quick hug. “Be careful. I’ll see you later!” You parted ways with the hobbit once more, him heading for the front gate while you lingered in the corridor. You felt so alone, standing there. None of the dwarves could understand the situation.

   It wasn’t the time to tell Bilbo what had occurred with Thorin.   It would be yet another dark secret to weigh on you for now, along with the possible fate of the journey.

   That night, the dwarves talked and laughed by the fire as usual. Even though they had all of Erebor to go off and choose a room from, the Company still liked to gather together to share a meal and camp out just like old times. Fortunately, Thorin never participated, spending his days and nights in the throne room. You joined the group, glad to have something take your mind off of the recent events. Bofur led the group in a few songs, Fili and Kili told jokes, Nori and Dori bickered and teased each other, Ori laughed along with Bombur, Bifur, Oin, and Gloin.

   Balin and Dwalin were in a more solemn mood, but couldn’t help cracking a smile every now and then. At some point, the dwarves started sharing stories of hilarious hardship over the course of the quest.

   “But don’t you remember the time in the beginning of the journey when we had to cross that river?” Bofur asked with a grin, earning a few bursts of laughter. “Quite a few of us took a plunge that day!”

   “I lost a lot of supplies,” Bombur said with a nod.

   “And what supplies you did have left was soaked!” Bofur laughed, slapping his knee.

   “I do recall the stew being soggier than usual that night,” Gloin joked.

   “Or what about the afternoon when _________ quite literally got sick of traveling?” A teasing grin spread across Kili’s face. “She jumped off of her pony to go throw up in the bushes.”

   “Hey! I felt terrible that day!” you protested playfully. “Besides, it’s not like I had ever ridden a pony all day every day for weeks before.”

   “The best part was that Thorin scolded her anyway for holding the Company up,” Fili chuckled.

   “Well, I’m pretty sure I remember a time when you and your brother were supposed to be watching the ponies and nearly got us all eaten by trolls when we had to go find them.”

   “Ooh, that’s cold,” Kili feigned offense, unable to hide the amused grin. 

   “You don’t miss a thing, lass,” Bofur teased.

   “Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling. No one asked about Bilbo, or wondered aloud where he was. The hobbit had been spending more time alone as of late, so it wasn’t unusual for him to not join them for dinner. He would return before dawn, you knew, but as each hour passed that evening, you became a little more anxious.

   You managed to set aside your worries and let sleep overtake you. You fell into a deep sleep, and a certain dwarf king haunted your dreams that night.

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[rattyoakenbitch]

The Hobbit: Anything For You || Thorin x Reader

Pairings: Thorin x Dunedain Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, sadness, mentions of blood, gore??? mentions of smut, hallucinations, a bit of fluff.

Note: I don’t normally write angsty or sad oneshots unless it has a good ending, but this is pretty sad, (I guess, or I tried to make it sad. I just feel like I’m a pretty shitty writer and all my stories are cliche, anyway!) I’m in a terrible mood and felt the need to in a way “vent” it through writing this. Enjoy! (or not)

Thorin still remembered the smell of death and smoke in the air, and the sight of the blood soaked, torn up bodies of Elves, Dwarves, Men, and Orcs splayed out everywhere. The last regretful words Thorin spoke to Y/N ran through his mind as he searched Ravenhill, desperately trying to find any sign of her. But it was too late. When the battle was over and won, Y/N’s body turned up.  “Balin? Balin, where is my wife?” “Thorin, please--” “Where is she?!” “Thorin, she is gone! She is dead!” “You’re lying to me,” Thorin croaked out shakily, as his voice started to break.  “You’re lying..” he repeated, falling onto his knees. Crying, he looked up at Balin. “How?” “She succumbed to her injuries hours before we found her body at the bottom of Ravenhill.” The thought of Y/N dying alone broke Thorin. She was his wife. His queen. She was supposed to live a long life with Thorin, ruling by his side. Y/N was supposed to die with him, not alone at the bottom of a hill, believing she’d never see him again. Knowing she’d never feel his touch again, or the warmth of his embraces. He didn’t want her to only remember the harsh Thorin who bitterly drove her away from the gate. Who said himself he could never love or treasure her as much as he could with his gold. As Y/N exhaled her last breath, all she could see & hear was the faint memory of Thorin’s stern face and cruel words. Y/N’s funeral was held shortly after. The Company looked at her pale body laid out on the stone. Tears raced down Bilbo’s face as he peeked up at Y/N. He had never experienced such a death. He only ever knew the comfort of The Shire. How did it lead to this? Kili & Fili were devastated, as was the rest of The Company. They had lost their life long friend. Thorin could barely even look at Y/N. If he did, he knew he’d completely break down and lose all control. He wanted to scream and go on a rampage. He had gained back his kingdom, won the battle, and for what? He just experienced the greatest loss of his life. 

“It was all my fault. I wasn’t beside her. I could have saved her.” *** It’s been almost ten years since the battle. Erebor & Dale was rebuilt as if there was never a dragon or a war. The Company moved on with their lives, and more Dwarves came back to live in their homeland. Bilbo returned to Bag End, while Gandalf went about his wizardly business. Thorin would like to say life was normal. He wanted to say he was happily ruling over the kingdom he always wished to take back. But day by day, the king felt weaker. Every day felt more painful. It was not worth all the riches in the world if he was alone. Many dwarrowdams threw themselves at Thorin, but he brushed them off. Nobody understood him as well as Y/N ever did. Nobody could satisfy his needs or care for him like Y/N did.  Each night he’d have dreams of Y/N, always waking up with tears filling his baby blues. Sometimes he even saw her reflection behind him in the mirror, or feel her cold touch when he laid in bed. He’d hear her soothing voice singing him to sleep, but he’d always wake up alone.

“Why didn’t you come for me?” Thorin’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden sound. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

Slowly, he turned to look for the source of the voice. At the foot of his bed, he found Y/N standing in her wedding gown, watching him sadly. Her hair was disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and skin pale. But to Thorin, she was still as beautiful as the day he met her.  Many years before the dragon attacked Erebor, Thorin started to court Y/N, despite her not being a Dwarf. She wasn’t even royalty; just a simple girl from Dale. He could still remember the feeling of her gentle hands intwined in his calloused ones, and the sweet scent of her soft hair that cascaded down her back. The lively and mischievous glint in her eyes always made his heart flutter, as well as the laughs that escaped her lips.  “Those innocent giggles do not sway me, Y/N!” Thorin scolded. She kept giggling playfully at his grumpiness, and rolled off him. He got up and dusted himself, then looked back at Y/N. “How’d you even get in?”

“I have my ways,” she smirked. She had ambushed him in the small, royal back garden where he was walking. At first, he thought she was an assassinator when she tackled him to the ground, resulting in a wrestling session.

“You can’t just do that! You’ll get us in trouble,” he whispered, but she ignored his rebukes and mocked him, opening and closing her hand to match his mouth movements. 

“Well I did, so deal with it, your Highness.” He continued to walk off away from Y/N, but being the stubborn young girl she was, she chased after him. “You’re always so grumpy! You need to lighten up, you know.” 

“I hate you,” he grumbled. 

“Do you now?” They both reached a dead end and halted. Thorin turned back to look at Y/N’s pouting face, 

“Can you not wait until our wedding day?”

“No, I want you now!”

He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and blushing, said, “Right here, right now?” Shyly, she nodded, causing him to let out a deep sigh. “We’re going to get caught!” “I don’t care!”

“Fine, but if we’re banished from seeing each other, it’s not my fault.”

“Hey--” Thorin silenced Y/N’s whines by claiming her lips roughly. She stumbled back and fell onto the grass, pulling Thorin down with her, only breaking the kiss to get some air. With a hint of naughtiness in her voice, she said, “See, I knew you wanted it just as much as I did.” Thorin rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

“Only because you would not stop bugging me.”

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself, my love.”

They both laid together for the first time in the back gardens, almost getting caught like the young fools they were.

Thorin snapped out of his day dreams. Surprisingly, Y/N hadn’t left her spot at the end of the bed. She waited for a response, still watching Thorin longingly. He wanted to say something. He wanted to say that he tried, and that he was sorry. But the words got caught in his throat. He couldn’t excuse himself.

“You didn’t deserve it.. I should have been in your place..” he whispered lowly. “You never should have joined The Company. Never should have shared my perils..”

“But I loved you. I would have done anything for you.” Y/N’s chilling voice sent tingles down Thorin’s spine. Was this real? Was it just a figment of his imagination? Why wasn’t her soul not resting in the Hall of Mandos? Why did she continue to torment him?

“Wouldn’t you have done anything for me?”

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[elles-writing]

Broken - Kili x reader

Summary: You being in love with Kili, but (thinking) him falling in love with Tauriel.

gif not mine

(A/N: It had to end up that reader dies/ends with someone else, buuut just no, because I don’t like Tauriel. She can end up with Bard or someone). After reclaiming Erebor, everyone can hear your wailing and crying all the time, but one day it stops. Kili decides to find you, after Fili tells him, and he finds you devasteded, not wanting him to come close to you or to even touch you. 

A/N: Woow, this got so long. I’ve just finished this up (this concept and a beggining was in my phone notes) and I am quite pround of it! Also, just a three more days of my summer job, can’t wait for it to be over, so I can watch The Hobbit and The Punisher nearly every single day (and write much more often)! I hope you’ll enjoy it cuz I’ve been writing and editing it over three hours and I’m both satisfied and tired af! And if you wanna be tagged, message me!

Warnings: Angst (a LOT of it), fluff

Taggs: @soradragon​

It was over. Your love for Kili, reclaiming Erebor - it was over. You were crying in your chambers, alone. Thinking what have you done wrong. 

You weren't a dwarf, you were a human and when Gandalf - old friend of yours - asked if you'd like to join, you just shrugged your shoulders. You had no husband, no children, so some andventure would be great. Little did you know that you'll find an amazing friends and later, to fall in love with one of them...

Only to have your heart shattered. 

You were crying and thinking of them two. They seemed to be happy. You'd never looked at them or listened if you didn't have to. You were jealous, broken, sad, angry and disappointed. 

It have been you whom was cleaning Kili's wounds, since your mother was a healer, it was him you were pulling pranks on Fili with, it was him who was comforting you whenever you were scared, him, who was teasing you, flirting with you, calling you flirty nicknames, such as 'goergous', 'princess' and 'beauty', teaching you about dwarves. Now, it was all gone. You were wailing and crying yourself to sleep, getting out of your chambers only if you had to. You forgot which day was, they all were the same anyway. You didn't cared if was day or night. Only if there was a rainy day, you'd opened up balcony doors. Rain was comforting you and making you to fall to calm, dreamless sleep. You would've maybe knew a lot of medicals, but none could help you with your issue. 

Little did you know how worried was Fili about you - his really good friend. He knew about your feelings for his brother, which was why he silently didn't approved his brother's choice. He and most of other dwarves heard wailing and crying every single night, but one night - it was full moon - there weren't any. It was a three days since the dwarves have seen you.

It was a three days since the dwarves have seen you and they all were worried. All the time someone would ask the same, simple question. 

"Where's the lass?"

But no answer would've come to him. As if you've never been there. Everything and everyone were quiet. No one would dare to bring up your name, favorite color, meal, anything. 

Kili was away to help to some dwarves whom needed help, and when he came back, Fili dragged his brother to a room where was Thorin, Balin and Dwalin already. Fili looked at his brother furiously. 

"It's all your fault, Kili!"

He screamed and Kili looked around, confused.

"Wha-what is my fault? What are you talking about, Fee?!"

"I'm talking about Y/N! That lass loved you and you broke her heart! She was crying herself to sleep, vailing she couldn't talk and now she haven't came out of her chambers for a days! It's your fault!"

Kili's mouth opened in surprise.

"I-where's she?"

Kili looked around as if you'd be sitting there with crossed arms on your chest, sitting in simple white dress, you've worn in Rivendell and he mercisessly flirted with you that evening, and looking furiously at him. As if he could hear your voice, echoing through his head. 'You've fucked this up this time, Kili. Really fucked up.'

Kili looked surprised.

"She-she've loved me?"

Fili fighted with the urge to slap his brother and roll his eyes.

"Yes, but you've found someone else, and she apparently wasn't really the type to not care.,"

He shook his head.

"I'm going to get her out of her chambers, so-"

Thorin stopped him by placing his hand on Kili's shoulder and shook his head.

"She's not there, Kili."

Kili froze and looked around. 

"We were trying to find her, but you know how she is - she won't show up until she wishes to."

Dwalin said with sadness in his voice. You were like a daughter to him.

"Then, I'll go and look for her under every leaf, 'till I find her."

He said and before anyone could've stop him, he was already out. Apparently, it took him a few hours. You were sitting up on a tree and crying and wailing. Kili quickly climbed up to you and sat near you, careful not to be seen or heard.

"Such a nice day, isn't it?"

Your cries and vails stopped. It was the first thing he've told you when you met.

"Leave me alone." Your voice was hoarse, but filled with coldness.

"I won't 'till you tell me what's going on." Kili folded his hands and stubbornly swinged legs. He wouldn't see you on the other side of the tree trunk, but he knew you were already planning on escape.

"Tell me what's going on, Y/N. We're friends, aren't we? You know you can tell me everything."

You froze and then slowly got up. And, as if you'd be an elf or a cat, you jumped on the other tree, and another and another. Kili have heard you, so he started following you. It took you almost an hour before you climbed up some tree to the higher point you could and started crying again. You thought that Kili stopped following you, but the truth was, he was sitting on the other side of the thrunk. You started whispering to yourself while drying out your tears, thinking he couldn't hear you. 

"He has his elf, why he's here? Why does he cares anyway? I was stupid, oh so, so fucking stupid."

Your body was shaking and Kili was cursing himself for making you to cry because of him. He thought he deserved to be slapped by Fili earlier, and a few more times after that. He quietly came closer and touched your shoulder.

"You know, the same things I thought when I've seen you with that elf in Rivendell." You flinched away and carefully stepped away.

"W-with Lindir? What? Why?"

"Because he was just...he was just..." Kili's face burned bright red. You smiled inside.

"What he was?" You asked, enjoying teasing him.

"He...he was...eh, smiling at you. And he made you laugh the way I do, when you laugh from your heart and it's honest and...and the most beautiful sound I've ever heard." Kili looked a bit embarrased to admit that.

You paused for a second.

"I want to eat chocolate...badly." you admitted.

"I want to eat a chocolate with hazelnuts." And quietly grinned. It was a phrase you've told to Lindir after talking of the dwarves at the dinner. He took you to kitchens and let you to eat as much chocolate as you wished to. That evening you've realized that Lindir was surprisingly a great friend.

Maybe because you've had some dinning customes.

And took a bath in your room.

He was showing you around and what made you laugh, it was the way his cheeks got pink when you've started talking about the very beginning of your adventure, in house of Bilbo Baggins. Maybe that was the moment when Kili showed around.

 Your smile froze, But it didn’t mattered now. Kili wasn’t in love with you,

You’ve turned around and started to climbing down the tree until you were down in record time. Then, you started running away.

You were faster than most of the dwarves were, simply because you were taller and maybe you’ve had some elvish blood, somewhere far in your family blood-line. Anyways, with your quick actions you’ve got at least little time ahead before Kili started running after you. You needed your time, but he have decided to be there with you. What was he planning on?

In a split of second, when you’ve turned around to see Kili almost behind your back, there appeared some branch and with your whole strength either your head or the branch made a terrible cracking noise. Then a strong wave of pain went through your body and fell apart down on the ground. Kili’s voice filled. with fear and worry, somewhere behind you screamed.

“Y/N!! NO, DON’T, PLEASE-” He hurried towards you and kneeled down. He took your head, placed on his lap and you could feel how he was shivering, his hands were shaking.

“Y/N, can you hear me? P-pleas-e, ans-wer t-to m-me, p-ple-a-se!”

Your vision was blurry, black dots appearing everywhere, but you’ve noticed that Kili’s face was glittering. Glittering with tears. He is crying, you thought.

“P-plea-se, d-don-don’t y-you d-d-are t-to lea-ve me,” He was shakily praising you, resting his forehead on yours. You weakly smiled.

“I love you, Kili.” And single tear dropped down from your eye, making it’s way on your cheek to corner of your mouth, falling unconscinous.

His heartbreaking scream would probably hear Thranduil, no, even hobbits in Shire, yet he didn’t cared. He slowly picked up your body in his arms and rushed towards Erebor, screaming on top of his lungs to get a help, to get a healer.

You’ve woken up with a terrible headache. There were some voices around, but everything was as somewhere beyond a veil. After a while of adjusting, you recognized that they were at least three and what they were saing.

“You were quick, Kili. Thanks to you, she survived.” Then there was another one, hoarse, as if he’d be crying for past few hours. And then, you were standing next to bed, looking at them - Balin, Kili, Thorin, Fili, Dis and few others - with no signs of smiles in their faces. They were sad, so sad. Grief over you in their faces.

“B-but she hav-ven’t woken u-up y-e-t...” Kili said. Thorin patted his shoulder, his face having sad expression, trying to not to cry along with Kili.

“You’ve saved her life. You know how stubborn she is. She’ve survived the battle of five armies...she can do this.” Kili shook his uncle’s hand off his shoulder and looked over on your pale face, bandages on your forehead, covering a huge wound you’ll have probably a huge scar afterwards. He knew how deep it was... Deep enough that you’ve lost a blood before he was able to bring you here...It was all his fault...only his, he thought, over and over again, and fell on his knees next to your bed, honding your hand as if it would be the most important thing in his life that was keeping him alive, crying again and burrying his face to his hand.

“What have I done to you, Y/N, I’ve hurted you so so much...I’m the biggest idiot in the whole Middle-Earth...you were dying because of me, and now I don’t even know if you’ll ever wake up...” He sobbed and looked over at your face with that weak smile, eyes closed as if you’d be in a very sweet and deep slumber.

“If-if you can hear me now, I just want to say that I want you to wake up...I know I’ve hurted you so much...and I words cannot even explain how much sorry am I...b-but...maybe...maybe we could start...start again? You know, I’ll give you everything, as much chocolate as you wish, I’ll be with you when you’ll decide if you want to stay or...or you can leave Erebor, i-if that’s wh-at you wish...I’ll understand.” He sobbed again and you’ve noticed that there was only you and him, everybody else left Kili to tell you what he truly felt.

“B-but if-if you’ll leave, I-I wa-want you to know...that if there’ll be someone who-who will break your heart, I-I’m gonna kick their ass, because you deserve the best...and write me please...if you’ve married,” he was almost choking on his words.

“...if you have kids...” His voice broke and you’ve sat down next to him. Then a strong desire to comfort him, a wave through your body, and you were pulled away.

You’ve opened your eyes, feeling your left hand in a strong grip and wet. You groaned on the bright light everywhere and hoarsely said.

“If you’ll keep talking like that about my life, I’m going to slap you so hard even Bilbo in Shire will hear it.” Kili’s head was immediately up.

“You-you’re-you’re awake?!” If you wouldn’t be so weak, you’d laught at his high-pitched, excited voice. Before you could even blink, he was hugging you tightely.

“K-Kili, not t-that much please,” You whispered and he immediatelly loosened his grip, but started kissing your face, laughing.

“You’re-you’re awake! I’m so happy, I-am I dreaming? If yes, I don’t wanna wake up-” you’ve laughted.

“No, you’re not.” This time, Kili was crying out of happiness.

“FILI! AMAD! THORIN! DWA-” You’ve silenced him with a kiss on lips. He was surprised at first, but eventually, he melted in and kissed you back.

When everyone came in, they’ve seen that scenery of you and Kili in heated kiss, and Dis cleared her throat. Everyone’s amuzed smiles were immediately lighting up the room when you and Kili quickly pulled away.

Everyone was hugging you and you happily sighed. They were your family. A huge family you’ve loved so much.

When they left you alone late at night, Kili’s head was still resting on your lap, him playing with your thigh-long hair.

“I really meant what I’ve told you. I-I love you, Y/N,” He said for a thousand time that day. You leaned in and kissed him. When you pulled away a bit, you whispered to his lips.

“I love you too, Kee. But...why did you were with Tauriel all the time...before?” You tried to sound as casual as you could, but you’ve always been bad at pretending and lying.

“Well...I, uh, since she was the only...uh, woman I could ask this...I was asking of a human courting rituals. Because I’ve never told you about the dwarvish ones, I-I just...I just wanted you to know...right away.” You sweetly smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Oh, Kili, Kili, you are such a dumb master dwarf,” you giggled.

“Hey, I was nervous and afraid of rejection! And I’ve almost kicked that elf’s ass back in Rivendell.” You giggled again.

“I don’t think that’d made lord Elrond really happy.” He grinned.

“You’re right. But it’d be definetely worth it.” You thought for a moment.

“What is dwarvish courting ritual?” Kili looked on your hair in his hands.

“Braiding hair. I wanted to ask you to braid your hair back before...this happened. Four days ago.” He gestured to your head.

“So, are you going to start your I’m-so-sorry-for-everything-that-have-happened-speech or just finally braid my hair? I have a lots of it.” You gestured to them. Kili’s eyes lightened up and he squialed. He was right away sitting behind you and braiding your hair. You smiled to yourself and let yourself relax under his touch on your hair.

When you’ve married, you wouldn’t be happier. Kili was wonderful husband, and even more when you’ve found out you were with child. He was overprotective so much, you were surprised he’d even let you to walk a few feet away from him.

When your first baby was born - a son - he was crying out of happiness. He was so proud on both of you that you were healthy, and when a few years after came a daughter, his world seemed even more complete, as if it was only this way right. He couldn’t imagine not to have this life without you, or that you’d have it with somebody else.

Your babies were growing and he’ve taught them shooting a bow, how to fight with sword and an axe and daggers and a few other things. When they were old enough to understand, he’d tell them of his and your’s adventure, both with the Company and your love-story.

Tauriel was like an aunt to them, she was happily married to one elf from Rivendell’s guard. You’ve slowly got friendly with her, especially when yours and Kili’s children were loving her as an actuall family member.

They’d often be chatting with her, and one day, they’ve told her of a small bump on your stomach, which was slowly getting visible and they couldn’t wait for their sibling...

#kili x reader #the company #the hobbit fanfiction #the-company-x-reader #kili-x-reader

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To the sound of the broadcast of the news you started on the next batch of dough. On top of a heat resistant set of wood blocks you laid over your counters you left the hot trays of bread to cool while you started to mix the next bowls worth. Gritty the mixture slowly turned to the supple dough you needed to the opening monologue breaking to, ‘And on our top story for the day the opening of Clustered Anchors in Erebor came with the weight of another stunning opening, that of the official claiming of Thorin Durin.’

Frerin came into the kitchen while Thorin changed Billi, smirking as you muttered, “Claiming,”

‘The eldest son of Thrain son of Thror attended the opening of the show as an official announcement of their status as a couple. From the cast to the few people they did come into contact with all said they were incredibly affectionate and spoke of plans afterwards. This morning we have received notice of the official statement the Durins have printed on their family website and no doubt official portraits will surely follow for the stunningly betrothed couple, yes betrothed, their portraits no doubt will be taken or available soon. Although the news of the status was far from surprising if you had taken notice of a certain piece of jewelry the young Durin was sporting.’

You rolled your eyes leaving the dough to rise in taking out one roll to cook another leaving the hot one to cool. “By the size alone they will be commenting on their suspicions of an engagement due to a proposal worthy stone from you.”

Softly you sighed out, “Technically we are engaged. Just shredding hairs.”

Frerin chuckled at Thorin’s entrance asking, “Who is shredding hairs? Sounds painful.” Letting out a gasping smile at Billi’s reach up to grab his braid in his beard to admire the bead securing the end of it before awkward tries to grab his mustache shifting his upper lip through his adoring stare at his niece.

Frerin chuckled out, “Your Mafioso here was commenting that your betrothal already constitutes engagement based on the news’ comments on your ring.”

Thorin hummed out, “Better to give them more announcements to wait on.”

The sound of brakes squeaking had Frerin checking the door and calling back, “Expecting a delivery?”

Thorin hurried to the door joining him, “Ooh, that would be the beds.” Easing Billi into the playpen on the way. Huffs and puffs sounded through your mixing up some muffin and brownie mix while chatting to the girl, the mix was added to your second oven with timer set to bring out after another loaf was ready to be finished off.

“And in related news, Wolsey is here!!” An excited squeal cane from the news anchors who delved more into the arrival of the second bout of stickers related to the Bunny Show. “The dynamic lovers are now a duo, our Countess can now be displayed with her cumbersome Prince Charming. Last month the Countess stickers were the first glimpse into the world of his addictive show and everyone was boots over beard for the impossible stunner selling out in a matter of hours, creating a backlist of orders that is still holding and gradually shipping copies to loves of our Grand Lady of Mischief. And now we get to see the fella who had her begrudgingly offered attentions focused on him for so long until the stars aligned and courtship ensued. I am not alone in shrieking once we got a good glimpse of the golden haired Dwarf.”

Frerin with a grin came back into view eyeing Billi now nodding off in her pop up crib you were keeping an eye on as you bustled around prepping your treats and odd bowl of lemons you had gathered from the greenhouse the day before. “Making brownies now? And muffins?”

“Nice to get it all done at once.”

Two trays of muffins were eased into the one to the sound of the door again turning Thorin with a curious furrow of his brows. “Jaqi, they need you to sign.”

Out you came and smiled accepting the pad and stylus from the Elf who said, “Three packages for you today Miss Pear.”

“Three,” You muttered to yourself glancing at the duo in the back of the shipping van who unloaded a wooden carrier for a painting followed by a trunk they carefully moved into the front hall with a medium sized box on top. The trio nodded heir heads wishing you all a good day and turned back to their van as Frerin closed the door to Thorin returning with a box cutter he passed to you.

Starting with the box you gasped at the beyond fluffy fake panda fur blanket you giggled folding back up to our back into the box for later as you eyed the envelope that was on top of it in Frerin’s hand. At your approval he opened it and showed you the simple note reading simply ‘Welcome Home’ signed clearly by Thranduil, Amrod and Amras. With the note was the key to the painting case and the trunk locks the brothers unlocked to find a stunning decorative vase you agreed to move to the living room and a medium sized painting of a scenic landscape with playing sheep you smiled and took to lean against the wall of the living room bare of decorations where the image could be hung high enough the be viewed properly. Most the other rooms curved on the walls bare enough for the painting that size and with a smirk at your pleased expression of the gift Thorin hummed, “I’ll break out the stud finder to hang it tomorrow for you.”

“Thank you,” You said and turned to hurry back to answer another timer for one of your treats in the kitchen as trunk and case were taken to the garage and the blanket to your room to be draped over your bed later. Back he went to your side to hear with Frerin more about the brothers who had gifted you the decorations and their significance. Though their hand made declaration had them all the more grateful and understanding of their importance to you. Priceless gifts from equally as talented friends who always hoped to help you decorate your well deserved home one day. The doorbell however at the timer for the brownies pulled him away again with a scowl and grumbled argument against being pulled away at his try to inch closer to steal a kiss on your cheek.

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“Twelve pounds a piece! Dam and Dwarrow!” Dwalin exclaimed loud enough past Thorin’s shoulder letting you know while you stored the last of your bread, muffins and brownies. Into the entrance hall he came pausing at the large box left by the door asking as Bilbo and Frodo hurried in towards the incredible smells coming from the kitchen. “What’s with the box cousin?”

Thorin said, “Ah, that’s one of the bed kits for the orange and white room.”

Dwalin asked, “Here?”

Thorin nodded, “We’d need room to build in there. Not much give if we packed them all in. Two are stacked as the other is off by itself.”

Dwalin looked from his cousin to the box making Thorin grin knowing he was feeling the same urge to build it as he and Frerin had upon passing the kit that just drew the eye in the mostly assembled home.

Bilbo grinned seeing the bread tucked into the tiered bread boxes then shifted his eyes to the lemon slices coated in honey and sugar lying in a clear pan. “Are those lemons?”

“Yes, do you need lemons, my tree is just exploding with them.”

“Don’t use them often, however, what are you making with this?”

“I have some lime left too that I’m letting cool in the fridge freshly crushed that I will layer with cherry drizzle and peach peels.” His eyes narrowed and you grinned saying, “You add them to little cucumber crackers, have to freeze it first, it’s like an ice cream brittle.”

Frerin’s eyes narrowed asking, “Who taught you that?”

“I assume it’s an Elf thing if you haven’t heard of it. Cirdan’s Naneth taught me.”

Thorin entered the room with a grin coming to bring out the lime he helped you to layer with the peach peels in the other bowl you then added to the freezer. His relative’s curious glances had him saying, “It will be lovely, now, Mafioso, since we are greater in number and require distraction how about we crack open one of those bed kits? Hmm?”

Kili walked in grinning as Fili asked, “What are we building?” Gladly making room for Mal between them who grinned at you.

“Alright, since you outnumber me.” That was your reply and leading the way you found the toolbox beside the first kit Thorin grinned brightly at you having been caught at his obvious wish to sneak time to break this kit open anyways with or without you. “Oh,” the kit was unpacked with all supplies organized by lettered sticker and size, certain to leave brackets and the screws and nails in their lettered bags inside the ring of wood for easier access.

“Oh?” The others parroted back and you glanced up, “It’s in Avari...” looking up at the doorway you asked Roac from his dangle in the doorway arch asking, “Could you ask Kuu here? He knows Avari better than I do.” Sighing as you recounted the countless nature shows he absorbed in the language you had been trying to learn to share that time with him.

The Dwarves couldn’t help but grin at the thought of being led in this project by a great owl but smiled openly at his eager perch off to the side grinning at the booklet propped up so you could see the pictures and he could read the words. Tangled in holds to keep the halfway assembled platform frame backs began to clench and limbs tremble as he read, “Firmly lodge squirrel into each corner faucet.”

Heads turned to the bird as you said, “I am fairly certain that rune is not squirrel. I promise you it’s not.”

“No, it says clearly, squirrel and faucet, the latter however I am doubting. Hmm.” With feathers fluffing up his body turned with head straightening up from its sideways bend in a trot to the door. “I will fetch my translation guide.”

Once clear of the door the others chuckled at your mutter of, “It’s not squirrel...” Resting your forehead on the wood plank you were holding up. On Fili’s right as he kept his corner steady for Kili to add whatever the non squirrel part into the non faucet part to latch all four panels together to form a sturdy base the middle panels would be screwed into separating the cubbies for storage underneath the bed to go with the smaller ones around the edges of the cushioned headboards.

“It is not squirrel,” he replied once open translation dictionary was laid out beside the booklet and you rolled your eyes to yourself out of his view hearing him flip the page to double check faucet as well before the project could carry on. “Secure the screw into the locked brackets.”

Glancing at the bird you heard Kili ask, “Which screw? There’s twelve types.”

Kuu grinned with head tilted over the booklet and read the letters off for which end of the bed they were going in. Chuckles were muffled from those around you and the project continued. Until with a deep sigh all heads turned to the next kit as Kuu excitedly moved his things on top of the completed bed to be out of the way for the next tricky kit. Having ended the first where more than a few of you had been pinched or bitten by one piece or another with more than enough bruises to spare and Thorin with two fingers taped together in what would begin to be a trend among the group.

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Home and ready to greet their clan the twins to Balin and his wife’s the whole clan was gathered. Your group being last after having finished off the final fourth bed now marked off your list just waiting for the mattresses and to be made. Not far away the walk didn’t take long and with presents in hand Thorin led the way proud to have your braid, his ring and the first couple gift from the pair of you to go with the treats you had brought. All eagerly claimed at the door with Thorin first to be lured over to his cousins’ youngest their elder sister smiled and waved to. You however smiled speaking to Gorgo in her elated sharing of news on a cousin of theirs, “All us expecting have gotten extra testing and one of her cousins has the same condition they found and she is having a precautionary c-section as well in a week, very near to the end of her term as well.”

“Oh-,”

Her hand claimed yours through her smile, “Now we know, it’s a genetic condition that in a few months a small procedure can correct to prevent this again, they have a blood test for it and without pregnancy it is easier to treat for those who do have it from her line. Doctors don’t normally test for it that is how it was missed all this time in their clan. Please don’t worry, a big fuss won’t be made, but when you are ready for pebbles of your own we will all hope to be as supportive as you have been to us, one Amad to another.”

Dis by her side smiled seeing Thorin halfway pouting after his turn in greeting the non giggling duo and moved to speak with their parents stealing a glance back to you sharing the details on the ring the couple had spotted. Nodding her head she said, “Your turn, if they don’t giggle the couple chooses by default.”

Across the room you went to the bassinet holding the contently grunting twins whose eyes came to focus on you as you came to stand over them, “Well look at you two. Clever little Lark and a coy little Fox.” Fast and shrill the pair shrieked out in unison for the start of a trio of giggles at your hand lowering to tap the soles of their raised feet with toes wiggling. Both boy and girl fully expecting the attention to them as everyone else had given the customary swipe of fingers along the bottom of their feet in the Hobbitish welcome.

All around you however smiles spread at the highly acceptable choice of their godmother with a slightly confused Frerin behind you who was chosen as godfather at the next set of silence splitting giggles while you moved to Thorin’s side. The elder brother however chuckled easing his arm around your back leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead and grin at his younger brother saying, “Bout time you gained a giggle.”

Balin chuckled as his wife said to you, “The pair of you will suit out twins nicely. How did you guess their animal guides?”

“Feeling, bit like a dream,”

That made her grin spread, “Your Hobbit is showing,” making you grin to yourself.

Balin however said, “Fine gift you made my cousin.”

“Thank you, call me selfish but I’d have hated for Thorin to lose himself, me and his bond with all of you.”

That had Balin and his wife looking to Thorin who flashed a grin saying, “Ones betrothed to Vanyar trade gifts or the Blue Moon makes them lose themselves, their Ones and to their kin. Like our Donkey Days.”

That had you grin sheepishly, “Though ours tend to be more foreboding.”

Thorin, “It’s to honor Varda sparing a pair of lovers set apart by distance who risk meeting under the Blue Moon sleeping in the forest holding hands under a sheet of woven clover, it’s a beautiful story.” He said peering at you sweetly a moment then to his smiling cousins again.

Balin, “Very beautiful. Though Gran nearly had a heart palpitation seeing that ring.”

“I know it’s big, it has to be a size proportionate to my wealth. And I had the emerald and galvorn and ithildin in my trunks.”

Balin’s wife chuckled, “They are lovely choices.”

“Well if you need any gems I got some.” Making her chuckle again with Balin.

At least until she opened the gifts and let out soft gasps at the blankets decorated with foxes and larks with a fox and lark stuffie to go with each perfect for each of them she hugged you both in thanks. Gifts they were tucked in with at their naptime, which came fairly soon at their yawn that rippled through the household ushering everyone out with respectful nods nice and quiet to not disturb the duo with Frerin gladly taking up Billi accepting another night in charge of his niece to let the babies still get adjusted to being home. Mal and the boys under Dwalin and Bilbo’s watch were off to a film on an impromptu date night under supervision to a cgi kid friendly film they and Frodo had been waiting to see easing its approval by all.

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Beside you however Gorgo stole a chance to sneak a few pictures of the carrier you had made for your first draft having already taken pictures of the leather bindings you had done for the movements as a set. “We just want to be sure to honor the full setup you have to be true to the series. Are your other drafts bound similarly?”

“Second and third, yes. Haven’t gotten to the etchings yet, I usually wait until then to bind them. But I had an idea for the spines especially that they would form a picture after the first novel.”

Gorgo, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

“Though there are a few symbols pertaining to Durin I’d need clearance on first to be certain they are fine.”

Thorin beside you said, “Of course we would love to approve them. There aren’t many that would be restricted from use pertaining to Durin for the public.”

“Not truly for restricted reasons, more like a spell check of sorts on his runes I used for one of his titles.” Making Thorin chuckle, “There’s one title I keep inversing and I can’t seem to keep it straight in my head when writing it as you read it out of order.”

Gorgo grumbled, “That one-,”

And Thorin chuckled out, “Each Dwarf Father has their own jumbled title, others get those mixed all the time.”

“Well I know I got it right in the book, just, on it.”

Gorgo grinned, “We will gladly check any of those issues for you that you might feel timid on.”

“There is one when I was writing it none of the Dwarves got on Ruun, it’s a pun but obviously it went over their heads.”

Thorin, “In Khuzdul?” You nodded and he said, “Yes, Khuzdul has rules on puns.”

“Well I’m not taking it out,” making him chuckle again, “Part of the point it’s in there, Bunny tells it to Durin and it flies over his head and he gets into this huge argument over the logic of it until the Countess gestures it was a pun then he stops laughs then silence.”

Gorgo giggled out, “Oh that is painful, please tell me that is close to the courting.”

“It’s actually closer to the fifth try for him to propose.”

Thorin whispered, “Fifth-,” smoothing his fingers over his mouth.

Gorgo however asked, “Does he succeed?”

“No, there’s an emergency he gets called away.” Making them both groan until you said, “But I can say he doesn’t see her apparent proposal coming.”

Thorin, “Ok, I’ll bite, how so?”

“She tackles him from off the top of a cupboard.” Caught in his throat his chuckles began to Gorgo’s loud laugh just imagining how relieved the First Woken Dwarf would feel after a proposal of that caliber after so much struggle. “Though she doesn’t really understand what she did.”

Thorin chuckled out, “Oh I don’t question that a moment.”

His fingers wiping around his eye made you smirk and say, “I think you guys will like it regardless of the struggle.”

Gorgo nodded then asked in a moment of stoic resolve, “If this is, Bunny, meant to be his final wife in his last two lives, how will that come into the story?”

“That, um, that you might not like. Bunny has her fea stolen and he has to travel to the Halls of Mandos to find her.” Dropping their grins, “It gets, a bit dark, but there’s some meaning behind it.”

Thorin, “How did you think of that?” He asked making your eyes narrow as if you had found some semblance of truth to that fact.

Shrugging your shoulders you said, “There was a Kurdu fable with a sort of similar notion to it. Should I change it?”

The both of them said, “No!”

And Thorin cleared his throat to say, “One of Durin’s journeys, that fable, it talks about his child, though the notion is similar, a test of faith and bonds. That one fable has never been touched on in any adaptation of his lifetimes,”

“Oh,” you said softly.

Gorgo said, “This tale, from what you’ve shared of Durin so far he needs this test. This is one of the truest versions to his being that we’ve come across, that is why people love it. We have to see him at his highest in this imagined flying shark craft of yours to the lowest when he is scouring for the lost soul of the one he cherishes most.”

“No pressure there then,” you murmured and he took your hands.

“No one else has the words, has ever been able to grasp who he was to the core and show that to those who don’t understand our culture and traditions and still get the point across. It doesn’t need to be accurate but the very essence of the Father of the Longbeard Clan is that he would sacrifice all to scour the Halls of Mandos to retrieve his cherished one. He needs that struggle or he is hollow, that drive and urge that we all feel for our Ones. That message is so hard to convey to non-Dwarves so it is often skipped over for more lighthearted topics. We are steadfast, hewn from the living stone, we never falter, he never did. And he prevailed and Mahal sent them back home once his fight was through.”

“Well Mahal’s not in it, it does involve him throwing his crown at a kraken though.” Making Thorin’s grin split wider in his try not to laugh at how you would drag the devastated King to that possible try to uplift the depressing slump to the tale. “There’s a lot of symbolism, and a lot to sort of let your mind interpret on its own. And there’s sort of an unspoken uncertainty how they get back, but they are.”

Gorgo, “Which would be accurate, because Mandos has to protect the paths back from his halls.” She smirked asking, “Mandos doesn’t send them back?”

You shook your head, “They hatch out of fake giant eggs giant eagles fly off with from a fire.” Making Thorin turn to rub his face with shoulders shaking to keep from laughing, “I don’t try to make it a comedy or funny at all but my friends have read it and they always laugh because, I guess it’s just a release?”

Thorin, “It will be more than worth it.”

“Oh, how does your clan see using a beard as a weapon?” That had their brows inch up, “See when he finds her his beard has grown like two feet and he braids it in two and ends them with metal balls and he sort of spins them around and uses them as weapons of sorts to hit people in the face.”

“Oh that is brilliant,” Thorin muttered under his breath.

Gorgo, “Where were you growing up? That would have been awesome to have on one of our programs! Every pebble would want to dress up as them on our mask day.”

“So not offensive?”

“No!” they both said.

Thorin chuckled out, “We’ve even had clans hide little compartments in their beards for snacks or notes or even spare trinkets and gold. It all depends on the Dwarf. And that sounds so bad ass for Durin.”

“Okay, then in the future be prepared to have me ask about a legal pad worth of questions on this stuff.”

Gorgo, “We will answer anything you need.” She said finishing her task to photograph the carrier with and without the three movements inside then at the chiming of her phone she was off to head home with Gloin at his having finished helping to settle Billi in at Frerin’s for the evening. Leaving just you and Thorin who helped you delve into more fables that were also centered or based on Durin in hopes of granting you more to draw from if need be.

Soup and grilled cheese was your send off for an early dinner that once settled on the table Thorin hummed out, “My family loved the ring, and seeing my braid in your hair.” He paused a moment then said, “I forgot to put my sheets in the dryer.”

That had you giggle and teased, “You know, the barrel method is fool proof against that.”

He smirked and excused himself to shift the sheets then return, lingering at your side as you peered up at him to cup your cheek and lean in to plant his lips on yours in a warm lingering kiss. Softly his thumb trailed against your cheek as his eyes met yours again, only for a moment though before his theft of a second brief press of his lips to yours. Almost regrettably he lowered his hand to sit back in his former place keeping his eyes on yours making you ask, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m thinking of how to ask if I could sleep in yours tonight.” That made you smirk and he rumbled lowly, “And I am conceding I would not have missed this step with a barrel method. It has its plusses.”

That had you giggling softly, “There’s always a spot in mine for cuddling if you need it, tons of blankets too.”

“Thank you, for conceding on the mattresses and bed frames. How is Kuu handling the busy day?”

“Good, really glad to have helped. Rarely gets to practice Avari. He loved it, being part of a team actually. Do you think mint would be okay for the portrait?”

“To wear? You would look lovely in mint for it.”

“I figured it would either be that or my yellow dress, but I was going to wear my hair down and it might clash.”

“Wear whatever color you choose.”

The ladies mentioned I might not wear the navy.”

“No, they would suggest against that, did not go well for Amad choosing against her clan colors, at least until they heard her Gran made the dress for her before she passed. Choose what color you wish.”

“Well I would wear the silver one I got but I think it might be a bit too, flashy. Or should I go flashy?”

“Choose the mint. I have a mint tie, to go with my navy suit.” He hummed out making you grin again, “The bright colors will pop against our flock, what do you think about in the greenhouse for that picture? So Darling won’t have to leave her nest?”

“If you like, I’m not very good at all this. I think Naneth would like one of us in the greenhouse, Cirdan mentioned maybe the fireplace in the living room. Some of the portraits in the atrium are personal so not there.”

“I understand that, I noticed her signature on a few of them, and that piano alone, can’t photograph that.” Your eyes hovered over his and he said, “Bad omens to photograph singing stone instruments in the house outside of family photo albums, and never when not played. If there’s anything you have rules like that on let me know. Amad most likely will want the typical armchair or couch pictures everyone does with one of our flock for a more personal one to share of our little household.” Making you giggle at his own chuckle, “Respectfully excluding the back yard of course.”

“Yes, Hector is not fond of pictures, and his mate might eat one of the strangers,” making him chuckle again. “They are warming up to us though, and babies, they liked having Frodo and Billi here.”

“Twins will be over soon enough for them to fawn over, we are on the sitting list as you remember, top of it thanks to those giggles.”

“So soft,” he heard you sigh through the hall while readying for bed. His smile cemented in place from the time he entered the room eyeing you nestling under the new fake panda fur blanket lying across the bed claiming your spot right in the middle of the monster of a bed leaving plenty for him to join you in. Though right where he wanted was cuddled up to you and adamantly secured his own soft spot in a clear relent to being your pillow as well only pleasing him all the more knowing he’d wake with you across his chest again.

Pt 51

All –

@himoverflowers​​, @theincaprincess​​, @aspiringtranslator​​, @sweeticedtea​, @thegreyberet​​, @patanghill17​​, @jesgisborne​​, @curvestrology​​, @alishlieb​​, @jogregor​​, @armitageadoration​​, @fizzyxcustard​​, @lilith15000​​, @marvels-ghost​​, @catthefearless​​, @imjusthereforthereads​​, @c-s-stars​​, @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore​​, @mariannetora​​, @shes-a-killer-kween​, @ggbbhehe4455, @xxbyimm​ (Hobbit x oc)

Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim​, @jotink78​, @pastelhexmaniac

x Thorin – @evyiione​, @deepestfirefun​, @queenoferebor​

#Giggle Party #Building Beds #Owl's in Charge #Twins #Family get togethers #Bonding #Thorin x Reader OC #Modern AU

[darnloveablecharacters]

Prove Me Wrong, Epilogue: Queen Under the Mountain

Series Summary:  Caithwistë, born from the only known pairing of an elf and a dwarf has spent most of her life in hiding. When an old friend, (or a certain meddling wizard) finds her in the woods, everything changes. Now, she will have the chance to prove the world wrong about her value. A ‘The Hobbit’ fanfiction based off of the following imagines from @imaginexhobbit: This One is the basis of the story, and This One and This One will be added in later. If you recognize it, it belongs to Professor Tolkien or Peter Jackson. But, as usual, the story and all of the mistakes are my own!

Prove Me Wrong - Masterlist

Chapter Notes: This is it..... the very last chapter for this. It’s done y’all...... *crying*

Warnings for this Chapter: Fluffy fluff fluff fluff, mildest of angst. Apparently I still can’t just do fluff lol.

Tagged: @imaginesreblogged @chevycastiel1967 @rices4me93 @tschrist1​ If you want to be added just let me know!

Caithwistë stood in front of a looking glass tapping her foot nervously. Today was the day she would marry Thorin. They had wanted to wait longer, to give the Kingdom time to rebuild. Not until things had settled down would they hold a simple ceremony that Mithrandir would officiate, and only invite the Company and Dís as their witnesses.

Dís, of course, would have none of that. After hours of lecturing and screaming at the pair, Thorin and Caithwistë were left stunned as she forced them into agreeing to her plans for a grand wedding for the Kingdom.

“Stop fidgeting.” Dís complained as she helped Caithwistë with her robes.

“I can’t, I’m nervous.” Caithwistë said but stopped tapping her foot anyway. Dís’ temper made Thorin seem perpetually calm, she was terrifying.

Dís rolled her eyes. “You have nothing to be nervous about. You read the zarb, repeat the blessings and the vows after Thorin, then poof, you’re married. Seven days of celebration.”

Caithwistë couldn’t help but tap her foot again. “That’s not what I’m worried about. What if they don’t accept me Dís? What if they refuse to follow a King who would marry a filthy half-breed. Thorin has enough on his plate as it is. What if his people turn against him?”

Dís sighed and turned Caithwistë to face her, gripping her shoulders tightly. “Thorin has made his decision. Dwarves will follow him, or they won’t. That’s how it has always been and is how it will always be. You must remember though, you fought next to Dáin, before Thorin had even joined the battle. Word of your bravery has already passed among our people, and they will not forget what you have done for all of us so easily.”

Caithwistë stared at Dís gratefully, with tears in her eyes. “Thank you, Dís.”

Dís grimaced at her. “Don’t you dare cry right now. You will ruin all of the work I’ve done and we will have to start over.”

Caithwistë giggled and bowed her head. Dís nodded and moved behind her to finish tying everything into place. “I never thanked you by the way.”

Caithwistë raised her eyebrows, confused. “For what?”

“You saved my family. If it weren’t for you, my brother and my sons would all be dead. I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost them. They are everything to me.” She said softly, walking around Caithwistë, glancing at her with appraisal.

Caithwistë smiled warmly. “They mean the world to me as well. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

Dís nodded and smiled approvingly. “You’re ready.”

Caithwistë turned toward the looking glass at her reflection. With the simple robes pulled over the family robe that Dís had gifted her, she felt as if she were headed for a stroll in the woods, instead of a marriage. The thought gave her comfort. “Let’s go.” She said, taking a deep breath and pulling on her masked helm.

The wedding was immaculate.

As she entered with her escort, Caithwistë was amazed to see how quickly the dwarves had worked to restore the great hall to some of its former glory. But her attention was quickly diverted to the man who stood proudly at the center of the room. He was covered in a blue robe with a gold trim of symbols that represented the line of Durin. His hair was adorned with golden beads that had been woven into his braids, and he had donned his crown for the occasion. Her heart skipped a beat as she took him in, and she wished that the ceremony was over already.

Thorin smiled widely as her escort entered and began to remove their helms and simple robes. Since she had no living family, the entire Company readily volunteered to make up her bridal party. The only ones who didn’t, were Fili and Kili, as they were Thorin’s closest living relatives and were expected at his side. Thorin’s lips parted in awe when Caithwistë’s simple robe and helm fell to the ground. Her bridal robe was similar to his but bore no family name and was lined with silver. Dís had woven strands of silver through the braids in her hair that twinkled brightly as the light caught it. Her heart began beating erratically when she caught Thorin staring at her with wide eyes, as if this were the first time he had ever seen her.

They were broken out of their trance when Balin stepped forward, in the place of her father, and raised a hammer in the air signaling the beginning of the ceremony.

The ceremony proceeded without a hitch, thanks to Dís. They were now near the end, and Thorin was looking at Caithwistë affectionately. “Ni dûmê zasamkhihiya zahar, ni kurduzi zâmkhihi azhâr.” He said, never taking his eyes off her.

“Ni dûmzu zâmkhihi zahar, ni kurdumê zasamkhihi azhâr.” She responded, fighting the tears in her eyes.

They exchanged their rings, then turned to Mithrandir who placed a silver crown on her head. He winked at her and stepped away. “All hail Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. King Under the Mountain, and Caithwistë, daughter of Rofur, son of Lofur. Queen Under the Mountain.” He called out to the crowd.

Thorin gripped Caithwistë’s hand tightly and turned her toward the gathered dwarves as a roar of cheering and stomping erupted around the great hall. Thorin held up his hand and the room fell quickly into silence. “There is one last honor to give before the celebrations begin. Lord Elrond, will you please step forward?”

Caithwistë smiled as she saw Elrond standing with Arwen, his sons and even Thranduil. She had been shocked with the Dwarves agreed without question to allow the Elves to attend. No outsider had ever witnessed a Dwarven wedding before, but she had changed many things.

Elrond stepped forward and Thorin gestured to a table. Standing across from each other, Thorin drew Orcrist and laid it down gently. “This blade has come to my aid countless times,” He began reverently, “But it is now time to return it to where it belongs. I thank you for allowing me to wield it through this Journey.”

Elrond’s eyes widened in shock, but he did not move as Thorin took a step back. Caithwistë then stepped forward and drew Emel-o Orcrist and laid it opposite of Orcrist. The shapes lined up perfectly and for the first time in centuries, the blade was one. “The heart must remain with that which makes it whole. We ask solemnly that you protect both, until there comes a day when they are needed again.” She said softly. She bowed and stepped back to Thorin’s side.

Lord Elrond’s eyes glistened as he returned the bow. “I would be honored to protect them, King and Queen under the Mountain. May there never be a day that they are needed as long as you reign.”

“Hear! Hear!” Glóin called out, causing the room to erupt with cheers again.

“To the feast!” Dáin called out jovially. The room quickly turned into chaos as they party moved toward the dining hall.

Caithwistë let out a sigh of relief and Thorin smiled. He leaned toward her and placed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Now we celebrate, My Queen.” He whispered in her ear as the dwarves and Elves shuffled noisily out of the room.

“Do we have to go?” She complained.

Thorin chuckled softly. “Yes, Unalê. We are expected.” He replied, and she groaned.

“Can we be a little late at least?” She asked mischievously.

Thorin raised an eyebrow at her, and she winked at him. Catching on, he glanced around the room and pulled her through another door in the opposite direction of where the crowd was headed. They managed to find their way to an empty room before Thorin’s lips crashed against hers hungrily.

They were very late to the celebration.

~

Caithwistë rested in Thorin’s arms as they watched their children practicing with wooden swords. She had given birth to twin boys. Frerin, a raven-haired boy who was nearly an exact duplicate of Thorin, and Rofur, a blonde boy who more resembled Caithwistë. They were both built hardy like a Dwarf, but had taken the pointed ears from the Elven side of Caithwistë.

“Keep your guard up Rofur.” Thorin called out, as Frerin disarmed him.

“Yes Dâd.” Rofur said glumly, picking his sword back up.

They continued their practice, and Caithwistë chuckled rubbing a hand over her belly. She was with child again and was due to give birth within the next few weeks. Oín had predicted that with the way she was carrying, she would be having a baby girl. Dís hadn’t left her alone since, always fussing over her. She was overjoyed to be welcoming another woman into the family, and every time Caithwistë turned around Dís was waiting for her with a lecture.

Caithwistë loved her sister with all of her heart, but the closer they came to the due date, the more overbearing Dís was becoming. Thorin had noticed her frustration and decided to steal the family away for a peaceful day outside of the mountain.

Caithwistë, finally able to relax in the cool autumn breeze, began to fall asleep when she felt a hard kick to her stomach. She gasped at the intensity of it.

Thorin glanced down at her, concerned. “Are you well Unalê?”

“Yes, Amrâlimê. She’s just extra feisty this morning.” Caithwistë said with a sigh.

Thorin chuckled and placed his hand on her belly. Caithwistë groaned as she felt another hard kick right where Thorin’s hand was. “Aye, she takes after her mother. Already stronger than me.” He said pressing a kiss to Caithwistë’s temple. She leaned against him again and smiled, fully content when Thorin spoke again. “Something tells me that our daughter will be the one protecting our boys.” He said with amusement as Frerin sent his sword flying in an attempt at a fancy flourish.

Caithwistë smirked at her boys and closed her eyes. She was nearly asleep again when Thorin took her hand in his and began to trace the scar absentmindedly. The burn had healed long ago, but she could remember the shock they both felt when she had first unwrapped her hand and took in the mark.

Clear as day, an anvil and hammer surmounted by a crown with seven stars had been branded into her palm. The emblems of Durin.

Thorin had fallen to his knees to beg her forgiveness when he saw it, refusing her assurances that she harbored no resentment toward him. Eventually, she was able to convince him, but it would take years before he could acknowledge it without pain in his eyes.

The pain had faded, but she noticed his tendency to rub her palm when something was bothering him. Caithwistë let out a bemused sigh and sat back up, giving up on her morning nap. “What is wrong, My King?” She asked softly.

“What do you mean?” Thorin asked, taken aback. Caithwistë simply raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking down to their joined hands then back to him. Thorin glanced down at their hands as well and smirked. “Oh.” He said simply.

Caithwistë smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Thorin sighed, before gripping her tightly to him. “I wish to visit Bilbo.” He finally admitted after a few moments of silence.

Caithwistë shot him a confused, but delighted, glance at his admission.

“After our daughter is born, of course.” He said quietly.

“Why now?” She asked curiously.

Thorin frowned and pulled something out of his pocket. “If it weren’t for Bilbo, I do not believe I could ever have been blessed to be so happy. He was able to pull me out of my sickness for a moment, with this.” He explained, pressing the object he had been carrying since before the battle into her hands.

Caithwistë opened her hand, revealing an aged acorn. She furrowed her eyebrows at it and glanced at him again. “I don’t understand.” She admitted.

Thorin smirked at her puzzled expression. “I never told you this, though the others may have to some extent. When I sent you away, as soon as you were out of my sight I felt as if I were hollow. Food held no flavor for me, and I feared to sleep and find that you would no longer meet me in my dreams.” Caithwistë grimaced, remembering that dark time for the both of them. “In Erebor, I would not even allow the others the comfort of rest in my madness. I found him sitting in one of the hallways, looking at something. I accused him of stealing the Arkenstone.”

Caithwistë chuckled. “He did steal the Arkenstone.” She reminded him.

“Aye, with good reason…” Thorin admitted with his own laugh, “but that was not what I found in his hands that day. It was this.” He said, pointing to the acorn. “He told me that you had given it to him, to plant in his garden.”

Caithwistë glanced at the acorn again, eyes wide with surprise. She hadn’t given it any thought since that night in Beorn’s garden, and her heart swelled with the knowledge Bilbo had held on to it for so long.

“He gave it to me then, urging me to remember who I was and what I was fighting for. He told me that you wouldn’t want me to fall, even if I had cast you away.” Thorin continued, eyes glistening. “It wasn’t enough to heal me, but it was the beginning. When you came to me, you had nearly broken through the hold the dragon-sickness had on me but I needed to pass one more test.” Caithwistë gripped Thorin’s hand again as he recounted the story to her, his eyes lost in the memory. “I felt as if I were drowning under the weight of the quest and the shadow of my Grandfather. I didn’t even remember pulling the acorn out of my pocket, but it slipped through my fingers and suddenly I could hear your voice calling out to me. I reached to pick it up and felt your hand in mine as my fingers wrapped around it. You pulled me out of the darkness.” He concluded, finally meeting Caithwistë’s eyes again. She watched him with glassy eyes, words failing her. “Had Bilbo not given me this, I am not certain I would have passed the test. I would have succumbed to the darkness and I would not be sitting here beside my wife, watching our children play this day.”

“Thorin…” Caithwistë breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips with tears beginning to fall from her eyes. “We cannot simply visit Bilbo.” She said, pulling away from him with a tearful smile. Thorin looked crestfallen and Caithwistë giggled at the expression, amused by the fondness he now held for the Hobbit he once only held disdain for. “We cannot visit, without bringing him a barrel of acorns to plant!”

Thorin laughed at that, gazing at his wife affectionately. “Perhaps, if the Shire is bordered by a forest of oak trees, I will be able to find it without getting lost.”

Caithwistë chuckled. “Oh Thorin, you and I both know that will not help.” She teased. “Besides, if you had a sense of direction then once again, neither of us would be here.” She declared, settling back against him contentedly as Thorin laughed at the memory of their second meeting.

Thorin began to hum softly after a few moments, his deep voice lulling Caithwistë to a peaceful slumber. As her body relaxed against him, he carefully picked the acorn back from her open hand and tucked it safely back in his pocket. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled when the sounds of her soft snoring reached his ears. “Rest well Caithwistë, Queen of my Heart.”

~The End~

Translations: Ni dûmê zasamkhihiya zahar, ni kurduzi zâmkhihi azhâr - In my Halls you will find a house, in your heart I will find a home (khuzdul – Thorin); Ni dûmzu zâmkhihi zahar, ni kurdumê zasamkhihi azhâr - In your Halls I will find a house, in my heart you will find a home (khuzdul – Caithwistë)

Author’s Note: And, roll credits. I’m equal parts ecstatic and depressed that this is the end of this story… I can’t express enough how much I appreciate y’alls constant support through this!!! I took a dang 2 year break in it and yet, I came back to not just as much but even more support than what I started with. I hope this ending is worthy of all that you wonderful folks have given to it, and all of the emotions Caithwistë and Thorin have put you through!

At the end there, as would only be fitting for the ending of a The Hobbit fic, Thorin is humming the Last Goodbye originally sung by our very own Pippin (Billy Boyd). It’s not actually fitting for that moment but good lord, could you imagine that song in his voice??? *dreamy sigh*

Perhaps it’s overly fateful that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, because I am just so dang thankful for all of you that took this journey with me!! And with that, I’m just going to go bawl my friggin eyes out. Until the next one, whatever and whenever that may be, I bid you all a very fond farewell.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #Thorin Oakenshield #thorin imagine #thorin x ofc

[ts-autumns-world]

Episode 1: “Autumn you are a crazy fucked up host” - Giraffez

AHHHHHHH AUTUMNS WORLD HI!!!!!! THIS CAST IS AMAZING IM SO EXCITED AND SCARED!!! JINX YES!! AND 4 KILI PEOPLE INCLUDING LILY?? cant wait !!!

Omg! first day and im placed on the Eener tribe <3 love the way it sounds like an alarm so much ! xo love the tribe divisions and love my tribe mates! super excited to get to know them more, and reconnect with others :)

https://youtu.be/9P1GrFrTHnQ

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it’s the way i keep putting my birthday as the date...as if this is a doctors office and not autumns world...I DONT NEED NO DOCTOR THO I AM CURED IN AUTUMNS WORLD ‼️‼️‼️ anyways manifesting a jinx win 🕯 hi my name is jinx and i am the winner of tumblr survivor 103: autumns world. i keep telling myself that. it’s okay to be hungry for the win like i am this time. i can’t let it blind me but it’s okay! it’s okay to say i’m gonna win! if i fail, it’s not smth i haven’t done before. but. im taking a page from autumns book and speaking it into existence. my name is jinx clementine and i WILL BE the winner of tumblr survivor 103: autumns world. *uptown funk vc* don’t believe me just WATCH ‼️

It feels absolutely insane to be back. I feel like I’m a bit oversaturated tbh

I can’t believe this cast. Packed with icons. So many people from Kilimanjaro?? I’m just like??? I’m just so excited to play and hope that our team does great. I just don’t want to lose cause I really don’t want to vote any of these other people out! 

when i’m the annoying overactive player... i keep putting my birthday as the month/day/year 😭 so watch out for that. anyways, important announcement: the only song i ever listen to is potential breakup song by aly & aj. i never listen to anything else. if i feel like listening to music that’s what i listen to. it’s been on repeat since 2007. my itunes consists of 1 song, potential breakup song by aly & aj, and the play count is somewhere around 50,000 plays. if you ever see me listening to music, don’t even ask what song i’m listening to, because you know it’s potential breakup song by aly & aj, so why would you even ask

I don't give one fucks, two fucks, red fucks, or blue fucks, I'm gonna put all my effort and energy into this season. I have a point to prove, not to just myself, but to every person who has doubted me in any way. The biggest concern I have is meta gaming, alot of it but its going to be okay. Chris and Jinx? Vibing. Mikki and Captain? that group chat was made 5 minutes into the game. Monty and Lily C are gonna be vibing since they're winners. Lily O and I played fr*nce, but that's... no good. I'm going to just let go and have a great time. This is Autumn's World, and sometimes, we all need to just relax and let nature take its course

Autumn you are a crazy fucked up host....... Legit i was like oh come in have some fun then BOOM FUCKING MESOPOTAMIA FLASH BACK OUT THE GATE so sevice to say I'm nervous as hell about this challenge i so don't want to get voted out first .....or on the same challenge as before so even if we do have to go to tribal hopefully the winning tribe will take pitty on me and you know give me safety

feeling delusional for writing what i wrote about winning 😭🌚 LIKE DKKDKDKDKDKDDKDKKD IM TRYING TO BE MY BEST POSSIBLE SELF AND APPARENTLY THAT FACILITATES DELUSION GOOD NIGHT 

https://youtu.be/FJM9fQW7evY

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autumn not letting me in the game at first bc i’m mixed. i can hear my ancestors screaming

Yknow I’m not exactly thrilled that the song decision was made without everyone being present but like my stupid night shifts make it completely understandable at the same time. On that topic, though. Party in the USA for our music video, hmm. Not even bleach is that basic.

good morning it’s day 2 in autumn’s world and i don’t feel any better about the whites. ps. daily i love monty 

https://youtu.be/DAXdEjZW1mc

https://photos.app.goo.gl/mQ3vUbaX1nEnsp2Z9

My tribe has a varying amount of timezones which makes it harder to connect with them socially as I cannot PM them as much as I would like to. Additionally, I am finding it difficult to message them because I have to work from 8 to 5 everyday of the week. This sucks because I know I can at least make people like me in the per-merge enough to keep me. However, I can no longer reliably use this strategy. I just have to hope others are way more inactive than me and that my tribe somehow wins immunity. On that note, I am really liking that Mikki and Benj took a leadership role in the tribe. So, they are definitely people I want to keep on this tribe. It would have to be Blake or Khalid that gets the target from me. We'll see how talking to them goes before results.

I LOVE THIS GAME!!!!!!! Ok so starting with my tribe:

Mikki - ABSOLUTELY THE FAV!!! We got along right away on day 1 and are def the closest in timezones which is so great to have someone like that. Sooo fun and easy to talk to really wanna be #1 allies. I know shes amazing at orgs and won and probs is getting along well with everyone but who cares i wanna play w her!!!! The main thing is too have fun and i just know it will be with Mikki

Captain - Also amazing!!! Super active in helping with the challenge and great personally love that hes gonna do english teaching which is smth i was looking into and also in a closer time zone to me and had fun discussing stuff w him so far!!

Blake - We played Kili together!! Shoutout Autumn for getting 4 Kilis back omg. I was on a tribe with Blake and Autumn together for like 2 rounds and we did vote together once so have some positive history at least hes a bit more quiet compared to the others but hes cool and i think we could do good!

Raffy - Iconic parts in the video challenge and also fun so far!! Havent talked as much as the above 3 but still feeling good about him!

Khalid - Seems nice and friendly but we havent messaged yet and no clue if he will do his lines in the music video :O we'll see But overall love my tribe and the overall cast. LILY THE KILI WINNER QUEEN???????? Cant believe shes back would be so awesome to play w her again since last time we were mainly on opposite sides. JINX MY ONE MONTE FRIEND??? YES!! SO excited i hope we get to tribe swap together since in Monte we werent that close and i voted them off i know such a disgrace but since then we have become more friends so would love to play together!! Also played w Chips in Kili and were sort of friends! Chris we are hosting a season together but i think itll be cancelled tbh no ones applying and we dont know each other at all outside of that but i loved his intro and just started getting into agatha christie literally ordered 2 of her books a few  weeks ago sdhksa cant believe he mentioned her in his intro so super excited to properly meet him. Joey we are sorta friends but i voted him out recently in other game so dunno how he feels abt me!! Everyone else i dont really know but will meet some soon surely WOOO AUTUMNS WORLD

SO THE GAME JUST STARTED so there's not really that much to spill right now but I do really enjoy my tribe. I have my bestie captain who I will protect as much as I possibly can. and I've spent all day yesterday and today talking to benj who I LOVE so so so much. I feel so good with him. SO UM ASAHJSHSJAJHASHJAS IM ON THE SAME TRIBE AS RAFFY WHO UM ASHJSAHASHJ I played with once before where I was super chaotic and I literally fought him (playfully) and it was so messy and chaotic and stupid BUT I DIDN'T RECOGNISE HIM AND HE DIDN'T REMEMBER ME SO WE JSUT WERE LIKE "nice to meet you" and I didn't realise until later and idk if he knows yet and I am not bringing it up COS LIKE IDK I DON'T WANT IT TO GET WEIRD AND MAYBE HE DOESN'T REMEMBER BUT MAYBE HE DOES IDK but besides that I love him a lot he's so fun and his videos for our music video are AMAZING he's so full of life. Khalid hasn't been on much but I really enjoy his energy when he is. he's so cool and lovely. Blake is nice!!!!! but I can't help but feel my instincts being like WATCH HIM. like something inside me is saying beware of this white man.LIKE IDK WHAT IT IS but I just get instincts in games with people sometimes where I just feel like unsettled??? and that's how I feel right now. we're all in different timezones so socialising is the opposite of overwhelming. I've never had a game so quiet in the beginning like this before. but I've never played survivor either. I think I might be okay??? if we went to tribal but I really don't want us to go to tribal pls....

JINX IS OVER ON THE TUA TRIBE BTW and I'm sitting here with grabby hands. I wanna play with them so bad and just get to have our redemption arc because we didn't play on the same side the first time we played so LET ME HAVE THIS I just wanna play with them and have fun with them but they are so far away :((((

I'm so excited overall tho the whole cast looks amazing and I'm having fun so far. this challenge has been a blast and. a great way to bond with everyone. I feel so close to benj already. I really love him a lot. so I'm having a good time yes ashjshajjahs YAY

oh and I also did my tarot and idk where things are going to go exactly but I'm very :eyes: raffy got the tower and Khalid got the devil....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

also I wanna play with women at some point PLS PLS I haven't been this surrounded by men since I was a closeted 15 year old surrounded by posters of Robert Pattinson and Taylor lautner

Benj just submitted his version of the music video and it is..... bad. I don't know why Mikki filmed vertically? Like, I feel like that's the first rule of music videos? You have to always film horizontally. Also, some of these people's energies were not giving at all. The beginning waking up part was cute though. It's just.... these people aren't giving what they think they're giving is all I'm saying. And Benj put this weird filter on all my videos that makes it hard to see what's actually going on tbh. Anyways, time to kick the socializing into high gear so as to not get voted out! Or pray that Mikki's version of the video is better

hello autumn's world.. this is captain's speaking. sorry i'm one day late to this confessional booth stuff but i'm here and i'm ready to give u some tea. *ahem* thanks jarod for these questions.

1. How do you feel about your starting team? Anyone you are happy/upset to see? OOOOH i feel like my team is very CUTE! like i didn't think autumn was gonna put me and mikki in the same tribe lmao .. i thought it was gonna be divided from ur race and u know mikki is white and i'm not. ANYWAYS, im happy to see mikki in my team of course. thats my ride or die and i know i'm gonna have someone i can 100% trust no matter what for sure. but blake knows for sure that mikki and i are very close so thats gonna be interesting. which leads to the next part, i'm kinda eh with blake in my tribe thats only because our previous experience in CoW so i just hope that its gonna be better here this time *prays*.. for others, i don't know them before so i'm excited to get to know them!!!

2. Who are you most excited to play with on the cast? Most afraid of? oh of course mikki for sure and another person is geekoffilm cause u know we're like besties besties and i love both of them so much. most afraid of... probably monty tbh. they tried to gun for me/mikki(/cora) in jarod's mini so i think they know that mikki and i are gonna be tight so i'm just gonna have to keep an eyes on them cause they are a great player.

3. What are your first impressions of everyone based on this first challenge? OH GOD. i love benj!! benj is very organized so we started off pretty well. i threw out lush life randomly and then we decided to go with lush life, how cute!!! but yea, benj and mikki have done lots of works and i love THEM. RAFFY ALSO DID AMAZING in his parts!!! like he has PROPS and his camp is sooooo summery and AHH he's so great. blake.. ahem if blake didn't look at his lyrics at the first part, it would've been a bit better. and idk about khalid. i'm very worried cause khalid hasn't sent any of his parts yet. and like he seems inactive??? so idk but i don't wanna lose the points for full team participation :oooooh: I DIDNT JUST SHOW ANYONE I CANT DANCE TO LOSE AND I DIDNT HAVE TO DANCE AND MAKE MY LEGS ACHE JUST TO LOSE!!! SOBS!! but that is a sign that tells me i should exercise more x ANYWAYS!!!! its just interesting point to add x

4. What is your strategy going into the first portion of the game? trying to lay low and build some connections with ppl from my tribe. benj and raffy for sure. i rlly like their vibes so i need to stick with them. and just try not to lose challenges cause its gonna be suck voting one of them out. also, if we somehow win, i want to send someone who i can trust moving forward to exiled island.. but we'll see. its gonna be a lot of thinking and convincing people.

5. How do you want other people in the game to view you in the early stages of the game? as someone who they can trust and talk to and someone who always puts effort into challenges cause thats what most important in the first stage of the game.. i'll come back here after results x

HELLO AUTUMNS WORLD IM PISSED! not about raffy getting sent to the outback. its what raffy deserved. i like raffy so thats fine i just need to work on my relationship with him after he comes back. BUT KHALID. GOD. he just doesnt care about the challenge AT ALL. he was inactive. he didnt even talk about the challenge. and then coming to the chat and telling us SORRY after we have submitted… god thats BS. we literally all put our effort into this. and for someone who just dont care about the pandemic (idk about the uk but i guess they allow partying now) and go out and party. GOD i mean he’s going back to bahrain anyways WELL GUESS WHAT, HERE IS ANOTHER PLANE TICKET HOME. take that and sashay away babe

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cause thats just FUCKED UP. everyone put their efforts in. benj — his leg is HURTING he cant move much btut he still did his parts and helped us with the editing. RAFFY — he literally worked 8 to 5 but he still found time to just shoot his parts and like more random parts. blake — well even though he didnt study the song much, he still did it and he is a team player. MIKKI — well u know i love mikki and ik how much shes in her head for this challenge but every scene she is on, i smile watching her because she just did it SO WELL PLUS she stayed up late for khalid and her health is not good. fucked up khalid u done fucked up enough. hope u enjoyed ur short time at autumns world.

First challenge, done, middle of the road WOOOOOOOOOOOOO, absolutely love that my music video streak has been continuing! Coming into this game, I felt absolutely nervous as hell about playing with 2 winners on my team, but in all honesty, I’m gonna take the Jinx approach- Embrace it, you don’t get another opportunity like this. I love the fact that I’m being more engaged than before and that’s what I want to be, especially in confessionals. I’m always trying to be better, and how can I better myself I HATE THE WAY MARV ALBERT PRONOUNCES PARENTHESES, YOU DON’T SAY IT LIKE “THE C’s”? JESUS MARV ITS GONNA BE YOUR LAST GAME YOU CALL IN YOUR CAREER COME ON MAN.

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I hate to be called Joestradamus, but when Captain or Mikki get voted out first because of how tight knit they are, don’t @ me

*slides into splits* WE WON YES YES YES YES WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH

re khalid missing the challenge: no everyone in our team worked rlly hard on that except khalid who went out fucking partying then he lied about going to send the vid soon cause you know what if he already filmed his parts, looking for a vid and click send are not that hard he fucking told us he was about to send ASAP and then disappeared and then had the NERVE to tell us AFTER THE DEADLINE that he's so SORRY OH PLS

This tribe name is Autumn's last name backwards! https://thumbs.gfycat.com/VigorousBiodegradableIrishterrier-size_restricted.gif  

Now that that is out of the way, let me list my tribemates... Giraffez Joey Lily C Lily O Monty. Something is incredibly amusing about how there is a tribe with someone named Chips and someone named Giraffez. What is not amusing is that I get a "I don't like/want to speak to/etc." vibe from Giraffez? I could just be a delicate and annoying flower but our conversations have been short and dry. Joey has some great high energy and excitement and I love that he loves being part of this game. He is also pretty fun to talk to. Hoping that we can keep an open dialogue and that perhaps I can rope him into a future alliance of sorts. Lily C is a sweetheart truly and I adore her personality so much. She is such a go-getter and goes to bat for those with who she feels can be loyal. I'm hoping that we can build loyalty and trust together. Lily O has been busy with work at a bowling alley. That's actually really cool because when I was a child that was my dream job. Not even joking... my parents were in leagues when I was growing up and my brother and I entered ones designed for children. It was a big thing in my family and I thought that I would love to be in that "atmosphere" all the time. Anyway, we haven't spoken until after the results were announced so honestly if I had to guess I was their intended target if we had had tribal council and they were mine?? (perhaps...) It has been really nice getting to connect with Monty and really cool finding out that they are beginning job searching after college and thinking of pursuing education as a career. I have a soft spot in my heart for all educators.

Okay so I'm just going to say this now. Autumn needs to simplify the twists to more like Blue's Clues with an OBVIOUS large blue paw prints where I'm supposed to look. I have no idea what that announcement was about war rooming someone into the game and feel like I"m fifty million steps behind these big-brained people who figured it out. https://media2.giphy.com/media/m59avtxDzXeiQ/200.gif

I think that I missed the message about what we do with tickets or I'm still just as clueless as previously stated but I am intrigued nonetheless. I think even if I knew what to do with them I would just hoard them like I would Chuck E. Cheese tickets in case something else came along. Hope they're not like Fire Tokens and let you buy like Peanut Butter and Idols because I am anti- fire token. https://media.tenor.com/images/d7de1f75f2c43f8e044e958b964430fa/tenor.gif

On a side note, I'm paranoid when I see people on calls because even if they're not talking about me or plotting they are potentially aligning with each other and that does not include me. I don't really know much about how calls work on Discord as I am a pretty big noob generally speaking with the platform but it did say that Joey and Giraffez were on a call earlier?? I'm stressed. https://media0.giphy.com/media/3o7TKRwpns23QMNNiE/200.gif --- http://www.purplerockpodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/survivor-pearlislands-lillian-morris-post-savage-blindside.gif

https://voca.ro/1lb9WKsDr6xA

Ok.....so after talking to Joey a little ive learned a few things mikki is a bit of a beast Benj is well......social to and everyone despised Mesopotamia........which i get from the stuff that pumped me up to 16th place that season but I'm mostly hoping that i can make it to the end this time....... So far I've talked to pretty much everyone Lilly and Joey and monty not sure which one really but the one whose discord is 13survivirgirl13 so hopefully soon i can work out some kind of an alliance with them and if we swap or merge from three to two either next week or the week after (probably the week after honestly) i feel i can maybe set us up as one and us four can really rule the roost for a moment....hopefully.....who knows i could just he a delusional old queen whose doomed to be nothing more then premerge every time i play tumblr survivor......or maybe I'm just crazy *shrugs* either way it should be a damn good hoot

we won the first challenge, god bless. which brings up something funky i realized: that the best part about winning immunity is having the day off. and also…idk something just doesn’t sit right…the way autumn was emphasizing that someone would be eliminated from the game…like….hm……….idk….never trust a bitch named after a season!

omg we lost AHHHH but thankfully we have an easy boot sorry khalid im glad i dont have to vote mikki captain or blake eeek pls lets win the next one

I'm totally pumped for this game! Like when I saw my tribe and Jinx is on it I screamed! I want us to have the same success of being together at ftc!! Jude honestly is great to me and I'm enjoying getting to know her a lot, Ricky I remember from HvV4 but we both say no to that and start anew! Bryan I am hopeful to talk more since its been dry and that is okay. Sucks we ended losing Michelle early but I am sure it was for the best! We WILL reign successful

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Yesterday was so stressful to me like editing I have no problem with but I thought my biggest worry was that I needed Bryan to submit stuff late-ish. But turns out an hour before due time thd program wanted to stop working 🙃🥲 and I felt so close to wanting to forfeit- which is something I never do but I just felt hopeless and guilty and even imagined getting voted out. So I had to call Jinx who assured me something could be salvaged and they'd make sure I would stay (rip Bryan) but after the extension by cool hosts I found encouragement and did my magic stuff. SOMEHOW we won and to be honest I dont think anything will top that feeling of relief in the org (give me 3 days) but man what a ride yesterday was for me!

I got a Super Idol! Well, at least I now know that I can fuck around in this game a little bit more since I have this extra insurance in my back pocket which guarantees I stay around in the long run. I want to start getting into alliances because being a solo person with not much time on their hands is definitely a scary position to be in. Preferably, I want an alliance with Nikki and Benj (though I suspect that they already have an alliance with at least one other person on the tribe). It does suck that I am not at tribal considering that it will help build my bonds even stronger. I guess I just have to suffer for the time being

i think this is gonna be an easy vote cause khalid needs to go. but idk you can never feel safe in survivor :/ but so far everyone has been telling me they're voting khalid so lets pray

Omg that immunity was so hard, I literally did not know what I was doing and I think out of everyone I was a bit lackluster. I will say on the tribe I have not really talked to all of them but I will say I trust Jinx the most and we have talked a lot and I think that moving forward we will have each others back. All I need to do is talk to the rest of the tribe and form bonds that will last me to a swap or merge. 

https://youtu.be/kKOciJGjrzw

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khalid babe this ones for you 🥺 https://youtu.be/QX2boYNUbxw

#tsaw #episodes

[garden-ghoul]

the... hobblog...

“no I’ll come up with a better name for it, possibly”

special thanks to vv who has continued to support my addiction, by which I mean has continued to push more tolkiens into my hands, the better to addict me. And now without further ado LET’S GET STARTED! with

AN UNEXPECTED PARTY

No sorry false alarm, before we do that I want to talk about this kind of puzzling note on the 2nd edition.

[In chapter 5] the true story of the ending of the Riddle Game, as it was eventually revealed (under pressure) by Bilbo to Gandalf, is now given according to the Red Book, in place of the version Bilbo first gave to his friends, and actually set down in his diary. This departure from truth on the part of a most honest hobbit was a portent of great significance.

I honestly can’t tell whether they’re saying that he changed the end of chapter 5 from real events to fake coverup events, or vice versa, or another third thing. If anyone can enlighten me on this, say, someone who obsessively studies the revision history of Tolkien’s works, hmu.

AN UNEXPECTED PARTY

We spend the first couple paragraphs describing what a hobbit hole is. My favorite part is that all the best rooms are on the left side, because there aren’t any windows on the right. I am sensing that this hill is quite a bit larger than the cute little “we draped some sod over a house” sized hill from the movies. Tolkien also does this charming self-interrupting style of thing, where halfway through a sentence he pretends he just remembered that you, the reader, don’t actually know what a hobbit is because it’s something he made up. Grandpa Johnald is telling you a story but he’s only an Okay storyteller.

I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us.

Oh okay this explains a FEW things I was indignant about. Hobbits weren’t always shy and good at disappearing, maybe. It’s a device to explain why you, a 10-year-old child sitting next to the stove, have never seen one even though they are totally real. Probably I am OVERSELLING the point that this is a children’s book in my analysis. Whatever. We spend a bit of time on Bilbo’s pedigree: his mother is Belladonna Took (the best name) daughter of the Great Took, which explains why Bilbo is a little weird.

One morning Bilbo is sitting on his stoop smoking a preposterously long pipe (it reaches down to his neatly brushed toe-hair, which, holy shit, why do we never hear about hobbits grooming their toe-hair) when Gandalf turns up. “Good morning,” says Bilbo, who is happy.

“What do you mean good morning?” asks Gandalf, who is feeling pedantic and possibly grouchy. Then he lists some options, because it’s in his programming to be helpful. It turns out that he’s grouchy because he’s in a great hurry to find someone who will do adventures but everyone around here is, well, a hobbit.

“Pity,” says Bilbo, and pointedly starts reading his mail.

“I’m Gandalf,” says Gandalf.

Bilbo immediately regurgitates a bunch of Gandalf Stories he’s heard. ‘You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.’ Hehehe. He seems excited about “adventures” in theory but in practice wants nothing to do with them.

Gandalf threatens promises to take him on one anyway. It will be very amusing for me, Gandalf assures him. Bilbo runs inside and tries not to slam the door, because one doesn’t offend a wizard.

The next day he remembers he accidentally invited Gandalf for tea when he answers the door, but Gandalf is Dwalin the dwerrow now. (I’m experimenting with blogging The Hobbit and only using ‘dwerrow’ just to see what it would have been like). Dwalin comes in and starts hanging up his stuff, and so Bilbo has no choice but to uncertainly invite him in for tea. Another knock comes on the door while they’re having tea, but it’s still not Gandalf. It’s another dwerrow named Balin, who declares himself at Bilbo’s service.

"Thank you!" said Bilbo with a gasp. It was not the correct thing to say, but they have begun to arrive had flustered him badly. He liked visitors, but he liked to know them before they arrived, and he preferred to ask them himself. He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he-as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful-he might have to go without.

This passage is cute. Bilbo’s social anxiety has lain dormant his entire life because he was never stressed out enough to notice it, because Hobbiton is incredibly boring. Anyway Bilbo doesn’t know what to do with interlopers, so he’s just extremely polite and gives them anything they want. Ya pushover. As more dwerrows arrive he gradually gets more polite, if not less stupidly agreeable.

Bilbo is so stressed by the logic puzzle about getting all his guests the thing they want to eat and drink that he opens the door really hard the next time, and four dwerrows fall on their faces on his doormat. One of them is Thorin, who is Very Important, and he’s pissed about this kind of welcome, but Bilbo apologizes so many times that Thorin eventually goes “please don’t worry about it.” Also Gandalf. Another fun thing I want to mention is that the dwerrows who have already come in are talking local politics ( “the depredations of dragons...”) and it makes me wonder if they’re like, not all from the same place? Is this a long-awaited reunion for them? Have most of them been away on business?

Bilbo has to run around serving the dwerrows and gets very irritated. “Confusticate these dwerrows!” he says out loud. Fili and Kili come to help bring in the plates. After a while they have to clear the table, and all the dwerrows start singing in unison either an astonishingly well-improvised or a troublingly well-researched song about how annoyed Bilbo is with their careless treatment of his dishes. Like I get that this is a musical and they’re not literally performing an impromptu musical number, but still. I like to think that Gandalf told them exactly what Bilbo Baggins Hates so they could threaten to do it. When they come back they all bring out their instruments, every one of them plays an instrument. Thorin plays harp, which means that he is my new favorite.

I did record an impromptu rendition of the song the dwerrows sing, but you don’t get to hear it because I remembered that it requires FILE FORMAT CONVERSION. Unless you twist my arm (“ask me to post it”). Bilbo likes it a lot though, it makes him feel the Adventure Emotion. Thorin refuses to let Bilbo turn on a light Because Dwerrows. Bilbo knocks something over because it’s dark, and Gandalf shushes him. Rude.

"Gandalf, dwerrows and Mr. Baggins! We are not together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit - may the hair on his toes never fall out! all praise to his wine and ale! -" He paused for breath and for a polite remark from the hobbit, but the compliments were quite lost on poor Bilbo Baggins, who was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of all fellow conspirator, though no noise came out, he was so flummoxed.

Cute! May the hair on his toes never fall out! Thorin is much nicer when he’s drunk. Thorin goes on in a long-winded and self-important manner, but does mention that “none of us are going to come back,” whereupon the dwerrows find Bilbo having a panic attack on the rug. He is fierce as a dragon when he’s roused, Gandalf assures them. I am strongly reminded of that time Shou was like “no no Shigeo will make a GREAT attack dog you just have to kill her entire family so she’ll be mad!” Luckily for Bilbo, he doesn’t have a family at the moment. So! Tolkien takes a brief paragraph to note that one of Bilbo’s ancestors, Bullroarer Took, invented golf by accident while murdering goblins in a truly horrible way.

Bilbo, foolishly, really wants the dwerrows’ good opinion, so he says “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you!” Nobody thinks he will be a good burglar at all, except Gandalf. Do we ever find out why Gandalf chose him for this? They’ve never actually met before.

Thorin gets out a map and starts expositing at it, in a mumble. They’re trying to come up with a plan of attack for Smaug, and they ask Bilbo’s opinion, as Expert Burglar. Since he is nothing of the sort he asks “um, what’s going on?” (but with a lot of fancy words) and hopes they’ll forget he’s supposed to know anything. Thorin tells the story of Smaug’s coming, but like, it’s really clear he’s using the song as a template for his story. He uses all the same imagery and everything.

Gandalf tells about how he got the map from Thorin’s father (who he sprung from Dol Guldur) and then went off in search of Thorin to deliver it. Bilbo tries one last time to get out of going, and then everyone goes to sleep. This was a particularly dense chapter so no more for tonight.

#hey guess what everyone I got a RICE COOKER #this means I am LEGALLY AN ADULT #blog of the rings #the Ring is THERE okay

[lgbtq4life-blog1]

Forgive Me Thorin’s view of Kili’s life

The first time I held you, I knew the baby in my arms was a true heir of Durin. I could tell by the bearing on your face. It was proud and happy, like you knew your purpose in this world. Your father had died in battle before you were born, and your mother died just after your birth. I was saddened to know that I was the only father you would get to know. Fili had just learned that your mother was dead. But she named you before she died. She named you Kili. I called out to Fili, introducing him to you as his little brother. Fili instantly took a great loving to you. He promised to be the best big brother in the world. And as far as I could see, he kept that promise till the end.

Each day you grew older, and we came to realize you only had one purpose: To make your loved one's lives be enriched with happiness. If someone looked sad, you would do your very best to cheer them up. If they were happy, you would just make them happier still.

But there was one person you cared about more than anyone else. Fili. He was your best friend, and you his. One was never far away from the other. If one wasn't with the other after a few hours, a big search party would instantly be assembled. A few times you did this just for amusement, and when we found you, you would be in hysterical laugher on the ground.

Years passed and you started training. I took you to the weaponry and gave you your choice of weapon. To my amazement and slight disapproval, you were instantly drawn to the bow. I refused to teach you, and gave you a sword to practice with instead.

It was Bofur who gave it to you. It was your birthday, and without my knowledge he gave you your very first bow. You were overjoyed with the gift, and kept it till this very day. When I learned about it, I was furious, but you pleaded and I decided to let you learn on your own, not really expecting you to be any good.

It was not until much later I learned about your skill. According to Fili, you had been practicing for a very long time, and were a natural. I was shocked at my blindness, and I knew I had to see your skill myself. It amazed me, and still amazes me now, your perfect accuracy, your sheer concentration, how you hit the bullseye every time. But what amazed me the most is how you put up with the teasing from other children. They would often tease you for using an Elvish weapon. But you stood your ground, and showed them what you were worth.

Many years went by and people often commented on how close you and Fili were. It shocked me about how close you two were. It was an even stronger bond that Frerin and I. You did look a lot like Frerin actually, and although I never told you this, some people thought that you were possibly him, returning to our own world. But who could blame them? You were so alike in appearance and characteristics, that even the sanest people could mistake you.

Finally, it was decided. We would take back Erebor. You were barely of age, and at first I was against you coming. But I needed Fili on this quest, and I knew that if you came, Fili would definitely come to. He could bare being separated from you, and I knew that you felt the same way. And it might be useful to have a good archer anyways.

You and Fili left before me to go to bag end. We heard that there was a hobbit who may join us on the quest. Very unlikely I thought, because after all the excitement that night, he looked liked he never wanted to see another dwarf again. And at the end of the day, the choice was his and his alone.

We left a note for him to find. I overheard you and Fili doing a little betting. You thought that he’d turn up, and Fili totally disagreed with that. But something occurred to me then. You didn't actually think he'd turn up, you were just showing what you had wanted someone to show you so many times before.Trust. I secretly thought you were reckless, which was the only reason I didn't trust you. But I was still angry at myself for making you feel that way.

Surprisingly Mr Baggins showed up. There was a big show of happiness there. The secret bet between you and Fili was revealed then, and you found yourself very satisfied with your money. But this happiness quickly evaporated because of you.

It was raining heavily when I sent you out with Fili to look after the ponies. There must have been a loud clap of Thunder, because a few of the ponies bolted. Despite Fili’s pleas, you dived in after them. Fili tried to go in after you, but we held him back. After many desperate attempts, we got the got the horses back safely, but by the time we dragged you back to shore, you were unconscious and not breathing. We got you breathing again, and were to relieved to give you a lecture then. That was saved for later.

It was a big lecture. I tried to remain calm but I couldn't. Told you again and again how reckless and irresponsible you were. You kept a straight face and showed no emotion. But it was so clear that you felt hurt. Because hurt was all we could see in your eyes. But when I started comparing you to Fili, you didn't try to conceal it any more. And before I could continue the lecture, you raced off into the darkness.

It wasn't until after the trolls that we found you. The rest of the company returned to camp, all except Dwalin, Bofur, Fili and myself. It was hours later when we found you near an old log, sobbing fretfully into your arms. Fili and Bofur rushed over to you, and comforted you, eventually calming you down. But you glanced at me with a hurt expression, and didn't say much to me after.

It wasn't until the goblin caves that you properly forgave me. You let Rivendell pass by with few words, but it wasn't until now that you started talking to me again. The stone giants terrified you, but when the goblin king stepped forward, you started having a panic attack. You started hyperventilating as the goblins tried to take you away, but that never happened. We fought for you. I showed that I cared. And it was then that you forgave me.

Mirkwood. A place I never wanted to set foot in again. The worst thing were the spiders. They tried to kill us. But we fought, killing most of them. But as soon as we escaped, we were caught by elves. Not like the ones in Rivendell. Oh no. These were the ones that had betrayed us all those years ago. We were imprisoned in dark cells. But that was not the worst thing. The worst thing was escaping.

Bilbo managed to get us out and into barrels. And that's where the elves saw us and locked the iron gate. Then was the orc attack. You were the only one brave enough to fight. We watched as you fought your way to the leaver that controlled the gate. But Bolg saw you first. In all the braveness you showed, you took an arrow to the leg. The torture that showed on your face was torture for all of us. An expression we would never forget.

When we got to a shore, you got out and collapsed. I was filled with worry. We rushed over to you. We knew we had to bind your leg. We knew we had no time. I quickly applied a bandage, and we had to leave it at that. I told you how sorry I was that I couldn't do more at that moment, but you just said to leave it, and that you forgive me.

A mysterious man called Bard was the one that saved us. He took us to his home and showed great hospitality. Fili came and talked to me, saying that you were growing weaker, and that that the arrow wound was not improving. I silently put these facts together, and a nasty thought struck my mind. That night, my worst fear was confirmed.

You were very pale when I asked if you were feeling alright. You said you were fine, but as you tried to stand, you collapsed into my arms. You felt hot, yet you were shivering like it was freezing, despite the roaring fire I front of us. I called Oin over, who quickly confirmed you had a dreadful fever. I called Fili over and told him something he never wanted to hear. The arrow that had shot you was poisoned. That poison was now running freely through your veins. Suddenly you let out a loud whimper. Fili was by your side instantly, trying to comfort you. But nothing he said could stop the agony slicing through you. You let out a low scream. Oin rushed over to you, took one glance and quietly told Fili and I the chances of your survival were so slim, that it might be best to say goodbye now. The rest of the company were already staring at you in fear of what might happen. Fili was sobbing, saying that there was no way you could give up now. No way you could leave him. I don't know if you could hear him or not, but you smiled faintly up at him, trying to form his name on your lips, before shutting your eyes. Fili screamed your name, but you were already dying. Luckily, Gandalf chose this particular moment to appear. We heard someone knocking on the door,and as soon as I opened it, despite my utter shock, I started pleading with him to save your life. Without hesitation, he rushed to your side where you were cradled in Fili’s arms, where he started reciting different spells. After a few minutes, you started to open your eyes, where you were greeted by your brother smiling softly down at you. You tried to say his name, but he quickly ushered you, rocking you back and forth until you fell asleep in his arms.

Smaug was dead, Erebor was reclaimed, but I had a sickness so much worse than yours. I had Dragon Sickness. I didn't realise how much I hurt you until much later. I remember shouting that you were worthless. Not worthy of being a Durin. I couldn't see past those tears in your eyes. I was blind to the excruciating pain you were suffering. I rarely shouted at Fili, and when I did, it was because he was protecting you. But then the battle started. It raged on outside the mountain, and we didn't fight. No. We let our kin fight our own battles. We let them die for us. And I didn't care.

It was Dwalin who got me out of it. He told me what I had become. How I was hurting you. I shouted at him to get out, but it was when he left I realised what I had become. I heard the battle outside. I realised what I'd become. How could you ever forgive me for hurting you so much? I slowly threw the crown off my head and walked up the stairs. You were all silently sitting in the entrance, sadly looking out at the battlefield. You were the first one to notice my presence. You stood up, and before I could say anything, you started yelling out all of the anger and hurt that had collected in your mind these past weeks. You told me that you couldn't let other people sacrifice themselves for you. You told me that you would let go of all your dignity to be out there fighting, and not watching others die for your sake. I could tell you expected me to punish you. I walked up to you and placed a hand on your chest. I once more begged for your forgiveness. But it wasn't like the other times I'd done that. This time I was crying. I didn't expect forgiveness after all I'd done to you, but right on that spot you told me you forgave me.

I could sense you and Fili freeze at my side. We were in Raven Hill. This was both of your first major battles. Dwalin was with me as well, and the rest of the company were due up soon. A screeching sound filled the air. I looked up to see about 100 orcs racing towards us. There leader looked strangely familiar. Then I realised it was Bolg. The same Orc that had shot you. You let out a Moab of fear. A squeezed your hand as he looked at you with upmost loathing. But that was then the tragedy happened. Suddenly, 50 or so Orcs ran between us, dividing you from the rest us. Fili and I yelled out your name, but Bolg had started stalking towards you. But what scared me most was the tall blade on his hand.

Suddenly, the rest of the company arrived. It was a moments relief until I remembered that we were all cut off by the Orcs. Fili yelled for you as Bolg came nearer and nearer with the blade. You struggled to get back to the company but were held down by more orcs and a few goblins. Bolg was now towering over you with the blade aimed directly at your chest. I heard you plead for mercy, but it was to late. With one swift movement, Bolg plunged the blade into your chest.

Fili screamed and yelled in an effort to get to you. The whole company fought like crazy to get to you. But in the end there was no need. Something or someone obviously distracted them, and they started racing downhill and to the outskirts of Dale. I know I should have been worried, but the only thing on my mind was you. Fili was running twice as fast as me, and when he got to you, he pulled you into his arms and started stroking your hair. I knew then that he knew what was about to happen. The other members of the company bowed down to you and I raced over. The light was already fading from your eyes. Together Fili and I sobbed as you said that you loved us. As you took your last breath, I will never forget the last words ou told me. ‘I forgive you’...

#Kili #FanFic #Sad #aoa

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Thorin x Siren!Reader: Sink or Swim

(Author’s Note: Soooo, I was conflicted about writing a non-human reader, but here we are!  Just so you know, the reader isn’t necessarily a “siren,” like the type to drown sailors: she is more like a regular mermaid.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!  Thank you for being so patient while I take forever to publish new fics!  I’ve had a lot going on, and I appreciate the support!)

   Thranduil was suddenly very quiet, blue eyes flickering from Thorin to you.  You withdrew, hugging your torso as if you could hide.  The Company leader beside you noticed your fear and stepped forward in an attempt to shield you from the blonde elf’s probing gaze.

  The Company were now prisoners of the Mirkwood realm after wandering the mysterious forest for some time and having a gruesome encounter with giant spiders.  You had fortunately been rescued by the Mirkwood guard only to unfortunately be captured and brought to the halls of Thranduil.

  Thorin had been summoned to speak with Thranduil himself, and for some reason you were dragged along with him.  Now you stood before the Mirkwood ruler with Thorin seeking to protect you and your identity.

  “Please,” Thranduil scoffed.  His robes trailed elegantly behind him as he took strides across the floor.  “Do not think you can hide from me, Siren.  Elf eyes see things that many others cannot.”

  Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest.  With one look, he knew who you were.  You had never encountered Mirkwood dwellers before, and you had no idea they had such good eyesight

  The question was: what would he do with this knowledge?

  As was your fear during the entirety of the journey so far, you wondered if he might keep you prisoner.  Sirens were sought after for the treasure that was inlaid in their scales.  It wasn’t uncommon for these gemstones and pieces of gold to drop off for a fortunate individual to find in shallow waters; however, if someone had the skill and means to capture a siren, they’d end up very wealthy.  Not to mention sirens in general were rarely found, but when they were, they’d sometimes be kept by the extremely wealthy for entertainment.  What if you were separated from the Company and kept here?

  “Fear not,” Thranduil halted your spiraling train of thought.  “I have no use for you.  I do not seek the riches of the seas.”  He looked at Thorin.  “You seek the Arkenstone, that which would bestow upon you the right to rule.  There are gems in the mountain that I too desire…white gems of pure starlight.  I offer you my help.”

  Thorin raised a brow.  “I am listening.”

  Thranduil tipped his head to the side, eyes fixed on the Company leader.  You could see the rigidity of their rivalry that had built up over generations.  “I will let you go if you but return what is mine.” 

  Even with the situation at hand, you felt a minnow-sized dash of hope.  Thranduil didn’t seem cruel, just eccentric.  It was clear that he simply wanted to cut a deal and be done with things.  Perhaps the situation would work out after all.

  “A favor for a favor,” Thorin mused, turning his back to Thranduil. 

  That bit of hope you felt earlier diminished like the setting sun behind the sea line.  The Company leader had a strange expression, and you got a funny feeling he would refuse the deal even at the cost of the journey.  He hadn’t been very fond of Rivendell, and the inhabitants there were very kind and generous.  Something told you he wouldn’t take too kindly to being bribed by this fellow.

  Your heart sunk as Thorin turned down Thranduil’s offer.  The willowy ruler maintained a cold stare at the Company leader before giving the order to have him thrown in the dungeon with the others.  You were to be put in a cell alone.

  Despite Thorin’s stubbornness, his eyes softened when he saw the fear flashing in your eyes for a brief moment.  He knew very well why you feared being captured and contained, since you had told him in confidence a while back.  You tucked away the feeling, and a bitterness took its place.  Bitterness that Thorin could not be rid of his pride even in a situation like this.  Not only did you feel he was betraying you, but he was jeopardizing the mission he claimed to care so much for.

  As you were being pulled away, Thorin bellowed your name.

  You paced in the narrow cell, arms folded.  Your only comfort was the occasional, echoing hollers of the rest of your Company somewhere else in the dungeon.

  Your feet ached.  It was so dry here.  How you longed to swim in the deep again!

  This journey only seemed to cause you pain.  From the beginning, you were chosen to leave your home and accompany the group to reclaim Erebor.  

  You did it for your people.  

  Long ago, sirens and dwarves were distant trading partners.  A fraction of treasure that the dragon Smaug so greedily guarded was indeed siren jewels and goods.  When Erebor was taken from its rightful people, it was a financial blow to the sirens who dealt in land-goods.

  Upon hearing of the opportunity to restore Erebor and resume trade, the leader of your world called on very few that he trusted to join the Company on this expedition.  The others refused to travel on land for so long.  Only you were willing to go to such lengths.  Even so, you weren’t entirely enthusiastic about it.  It was a job, a duty.

  So, here you were many months later, locked in a cell, so close and yet so far away from the nearest body of water surrounding what they call “Lake-Town.”

  Oh.  Also...  As if things weren’t complicated enough, you had fallen for a certain Company leader, too.

  Which also brought more heartache when he was the reason for you being locked in this cell.

  Sirens used to be a romantic bunch.  It wasn’t entirely surprising for them to forge bonds with land-dwellers.  It was curious, but not unheard of, since they have a history of being fascinated with the world above.  Nonetheless, as times grew darker on land, it became less common for such things to occur.  They hid from all but dwarves, and even then contact was limited.

  It made you feel silly.  Every time your heart skipped a beat, you felt silly.  Every time his voice gave you comfort, or you sought to comfort him in return.

  Hours passed.  At one point, you had curled up on the splintery bench for a nap.  At least you could enjoy the sound of the waterfall.  Your eyelids shot open when someone whispered your name.

  “Bilbo?” You mumbled.  “Is that you?”

  “Shh,” he hushed.  “Yes, it’s me.  Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”  Keys jingled, and the door popped open.  You emerged from the cell and wrapped your arms around the little hobbit.  “Thank you, Bilbo.”

  He glanced up at you, cheeks red and eyebrows raised.  “You’re very welcome.  Now let’s go.  There’s not much time.”

  Thorin was waiting off to the side, and as soon as Bilbo scurried to lead the others out of the dungeon, he was in front of you.  “_________,” he said, gazing deeply into your eyes, his own filled with regret.  “I am sorry.”

  You knew what he meant, and while you appreciated the gesture, now was not the time.

  “It’s alright, I forgive you,” you replied.  “But let’s discuss this later.”

  He nodded and turned to follow the others out.  Inwardly, you were pleased that he paused even for a moment to acknowledge his prideful mistake.  You hurried after the group, tired.

  The rest was a bit of a blur.  Before you knew it, you were hiding in a barrel with the others arguing and complaining in their respective barrels around you.  Bilbo had led you all there, and Thorin insisted that you trust the hobbit.  

  You already did, but the others still needed convincing from time to time.  They tended to underestimate him.

  Suddenly, the barrel was rolling. 

  And then you were plunged into freezing water.

  Once you had recovered, you were able to comprehend the relief you felt at being in the water again. The transformation happened so quickly. Soon, you glanced down and saw the familiar glistening of (favorite color) scales and the sparkling treasure that was inlaid. You gave a powerful kick and swam out of the barrel into the strong current of the river. The current was no match for your experience in the water. You were able to pause and glance up at your friends being thrown around in barrels on the surface.  The poor dears.

  You glided forward, looking ahead to see the river gate closing.  Someone must have sounded an alarm above signaling the prisoners’ escape.  The others were scooped up against the gate in their barrels, but it looked like Kili was making an attempt to pull the lever to open it.

  Through the surface, you saw him get shot by an arrow.

  An orc arrow.

  As if escaping from Thranduil’s prison wasn’t difficult enough…

  It was time for the others to see what you could do.  You’d told them stories, but now they could see what you were talking about.

  Breaking through the water’s surface, you looked to Thorin.

  “Cover your ears!” you yelled.

  He nodded and barked the order to the others.   

  You went underwater to gain momentum as you swam up again.  Mid-air, you reached deep into your chest and let out a screech-soong. It was a way to ward off predators in the ocean, and you were told it could do some serious damage to land-dwellers who heard it.

  Some orcs fell over, ears literally bleeding.  The stronger ones (or perhaps they simply had bad hearing) remained standing but were knocked back by the sound.  It had halted them long enough for the Company to regain control of the battle.  A few of your friends had stolen orc weapons and were using them against the enemy.

  You ducked underwater as a few arrows whizzed by.  Your move made you a target.

  Fortunately, the Company came to your aid.  Thorin cut the orcs down swiftly, glancing at you to ensure you were safe.  Fili and Kili also pitched in, throwing you a barrel to use as a shield of sorts.  After using it to block some arrows and a sword attack, you continued to put it to good use.  You launched it from the water to hit a group of orcs, knocking them down.

  Bofur nodded, impressed.  “Very nice!”

  “Thank you!” you nodded back.  With a wave of your hand, water shot from the river and knocked down another orc that was ready to throw a blade at Thorin.  You were intrigued when you saw the she-elf with the long, red hair aiding the Company.  The one who you recognized to be Thranduil’s son also joined in the effort.

  The number of orcs dwindled as the river’s current carried the Company farther away from Mirkwood.  It was easier for you to swim at this point, but without a current, the orcs would catch up to the others.

  Thorin ordered that all head to the shore, and you sighed.  How wonderful.  More land.

  You floated into the shallows reluctantly, closing your eyes to enjoy the feel of the cold water for just a moment longer.  When they opened, you saw two boots on the shore in front of you.  Thorin knelt down, eyes soft, as he reached forward with his hand.  In the past, when anyone reached toward you in the water, your fight or flight instincts kicked in.  But for some reason, you remained still.  It was most likely because you finally had grown to trust Thorin immensely. 

  His movement was careful as he reached into the water beside you.  When his hand returned, it was grasping something.  He relaxed his fist to reveal a piece of gold resting on the palm.  His beautiful blue eyes that reminded you of the sea stared at you in wonder.

  “Does it cause you pain?”  The question was asked so gently, like one far younger than he was.

  “When the treasure falls?” you clarified.  “No, I don’t notice.  It only hurts if it’s taken off forcefully.”

  Thorin nodded, thinking this over as he presented the gold to you.

  You shook your head.  “Keep it.  I have nowhere to keep it anymore.”

  While he hesitated, you pulled yourself up to the shore and focused on returning to your land form.  Your pants had been torn down the middle in the transformation, so now you were left with something that resembled a tattered skirt.

  “Here ya go, lassie,” Bofur spoke up beside you, tossing a new pair of pants.  They were soaked, like the rest of the leftover supplies, but they weren’t ripped at least.

  “Thank you,” you chuckled.  A warm hand wrapped around one of yours, pulling you to your feet with ease.  Thorin’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before you finally convinced yourself to break away to change into the new clothes.

  What a journey this was.

#hobbit #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #thorin #Thorin Oakenshield #thorin imagine #thorin x reader #reader insert #imagine #the company #fanfiction

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Next Caller Pt 13

Four in the morning already grumbling on your knees in bed you smoothed your hair from your face and climbed out to head to your door. Under your front porch safe from the deluge behind him Thorin flashed you a grin pointing at the rain behind him, “Rain.”

You nodded and stepped back allowing him in after the second swipe of his shoes on your mat. “I can see that.” Under his arm you eyed the curious bag of supplies he carried into your kitchen with you behind him. “Hungry?”

“I ate. Thank you though. I know it’s early but we’ve got a team checking our ac, opening late. Thought it best to bring your drink over here for you.”

After a nod you said, “I’ll get dressed and be back then.” Turning to change leaving the Dwarf alone you went back to your room to dig out a pair of jeans and a baggy long sleeved shirt to drape sideways flashing a glimpse of your shoulder and part of your tattoo. Leaving your hair down you bounced into your socks and finished primping to head back to the kitchen finding Kuu entering the kitchen after hearing pots being used. A stroke of his head had it turning to find you slipping past him saying, “Peas coming up Kuu.”

Beside the Dwarf warming up the mixture on your stove in the pot he brought you boiled a handful of peas leaning against the counter after pulling his usual bowl he had brought closer to your side allowing him to come closer for more scratches and strokes around his head and neck tilting to where he wanted attention.

Lowly breaking his silence Thorin said, “My comments yesterday.”

With a giggle you shook your head turning to lift the pot you then emptied into the waiting strainer in the sink you shook and poured out for Kuu he carried back to his home to enjoy once they had cooled. Pulling out some eggs and cheese with a bowl of sliced veggies you took the pan on the back burner to the front and started making yourself a breakfast scramble. “You already explained it.”

“I just didn’t want to make you feel I was being insulting.”

“You don’t insult me. I rarely get compliments on my figure, normally I am the odd man out in the territory. Working with Dams especially in all their fuzzy wonder.”

Thorin chuckled to himself shaking his head keeping the uniform you wore from the front of his mind, “No doubt with the hotel policy you have had plenty of admirers unable to speak their minds in that context.”

After a moment you started to mix the scramble in the pan, “Perhaps.”

Curiously he looked you over asking, “Sleep well?”

“Ya, taped a cardboard box around the door stopper it hit, worked out pretty well.”

“No change on your thoughts for furniture?”

“Not yet, no. Why, here to measure for something you’re going to send over?”

Playfully he purred back in his move to pour the mixture into your mug he pulled off the drying rack, “Just how upset would you be if I did that?”

“Beyond upset, I’d find your house and spam you with packages right back.”

Turned around as you poured the food out into your usual bowl he said, “I fail to see the consequence in this.”

“Oh you will if you do.” Making him chuckle and walk with you to your table to sit with you after putting the rest of the mixture in the fridge complete with instructions.

Adoringly he stole glances at you when you were looking away or distracted at the entrance of your curious Hummingbirds chatting about the section in his book you had read already and absorbed fully to his shock.

“I’ll give you a lift.”

“And here I thought you’d just take off leaving me in the rain.” You teased making him roll his eyes and shift his umbrella to walk you to the car eyeing your umbrella in your hand you settled in your lap upon sitting. Around the car he walked and flashed a subtle wave to your neighbor smirking at the sight of the same admirer showing up to take you to work.

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A pat on the thigh was his goodbye while he turned to glare at the man who honked at him for pulling in front of the door and off to the front door you bounced your way through the rain falling for the seven foot distance to shelter. Right away you saw Glorfindel waiting for you who said, “Called Gorgo. Ecthellion informed them the book is practically ready for print post your corrections,”

“Finished those the other night.”

“Ah, perfect. Anyways they are adjusting their offer to begin publications and agreed to anonymity. Said they would get back to us soon,”

“That’s good?”

“That’s amazing.”

You nodded then asked, “I figured with the escort there was more.”

“Oh there is,” he said with a smirk. “Bunny got mail.”

You smirked and up to the empty office down the hall from your booth you eyed the bag of mail up to your waist and the four boxes beside them already opened he said, “Security scanned and opened them to be safe, flamingo pens.”

“Aww, That is so sweet!”

Lowly he chuckled, “Yes, yes it is. I will let you browse while you wait.”

By the time you had sent off a thank you message on your social page Mal showed up to join in on admiring the adorable gifts.

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“Now the big question,” you sighed out, “How the hell am I getting the letters home in this deluge?”

Mal smirked, “Got that covered, messages the guys.” You looked at them with a brow raised, “Don’t worry, I was subtle. Just said we got some gifts for the show.”

“Mal, Love you, but, you are many things but subtle is none of them.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed three of the boxes while you shouldered the bag and hoisted up the final two boxes to head to the garage where the curiously smirking duo were waiting and quickly jumped into action to help. Claiming the bag from you Kili asked, “Whatcha got in here, almost feels like bricks.”

Mal fired out as she added the boxes to the open trunk wiggling her arms to get the feeling back to her fingers, “Well someone’s gotta be Santa Clause.”

Tilting your head you looked at her and she shrugged behind the backs of the chuckling pair as Fili added your boxes next to hers peeking inside, “Aww, flamingo pens.”

“Ya, Bunny got a whole bunch said we could have these.”

Kili grinned at you, “That was sweet of her.”

His hand gestured to the side and he helped you into the car while Fili claimed her hand kissing her knuckles to do the same once he shut the trunk.

Once she was in he climbed into the seat in front of her saying, “Wait until we get you to our surprise.”

Mal glances at you saying, “Jaqi has another shift-,”

Kili waved his hand, “Nah, we haven’t forgotten. Messaged uncle before we came to get you.”

“Really you-,”

Fili smirked at you, “Can’t leave you out in the rain day like this.”

“I have an umbrella.”

Kili, “doesn’t matter.”

“And that would be why?”

Fili smirked, “Just texted he’s at your house.”

“Of course”, you sighed.

Though once you got home you saw that it wasn’t the uncle you were expecting. Frerin climbed out of his car umbrella in hand from its place resting over his door that was propped open to ease his step out once you arrived. In an easy motion your boxes were settled on the ground inside your front door you opened for the trip of men insisting you and Mal stay dry with use of the umbrella and her staying in the car. Yet by the time you could wave your friend goodbye she was already mid giggle in their drive away heading where they were off to.

A turn of your head had Frerin smirking at you lifting the borrowed pair of pants in front of him, “Washed, dried and folded for you. Thank you again.” You nodded and he lifted the bag to join you on moving the bag to your storage room and all but one of the boxes as well with the remaining one you took to your study leaving the pants on your lounge along the way. “I see the show is picking up.” His eyes hovered over your face lost in thought, in the hall your heirloom phone stand resting on a propped up trunk had a glowing light on the message machine, and he asked, “Is there something wrong?”

Flinching your eyes to him you forced a grin saying, “You know, I do have an odd question for you, more of a favor really.”

Smirking at you he replied, “Well I am at your service, what do you need?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know how to check a flue on a chimney, would you? I keep thinking about using one of my chimneys one day but I keep imagining I wouldn’t open it right and I’d suffocate.”

To himself he chuckled and nodded, “I will check your chimneys,” his eyes turned to the phone, “Need to make a call?”

You nodded, “Think I missed a call. Only a few people have that number.”

Frerin grinned saying, “Take your time. Thorin and his tea can wait and you can count on me.” Strolling out of the room he started in the parlor where he smirked seeing your painting in person for himself.

Deeply you inhaled and exhaled moving closer knowing only your mother had that number along with your internet company so you could have WiFi in your home. Lifting the silver and marble receiver from the lever secured to the brass stand topped with a marble plate you eased your finger in the redial circle and spun the dial to the stopper and let it go hearing the first ring. Anxiously you eyed the notepad on the table top at the presence of a tick mark from Belly signaling he noted you missed the call at work using the pen in the weighted holder across from the dial secured to the tabletop near the lever. Two more rings and you heard a voice that shot lightning up and down your spine.

“I see you got my message, Glawar.”

Flatly you replied, “I didn’t listen to it,”

In more of a growl your paternal grandfather stating, “I have in front of me a copy of your copyright papers. That friend of yours might have managed to snake it through and get them approved before we could notice but you will do your due diligence and give us the percentage we are owed.”

“And who gave you that idea? That you are owed anything?”

Even harsher he replied, “We own you! You belong to our clan you little genetic abhorrence! You so much as blink without forwarding our 75% share and we will make sure everyone knows exactly who this pathetic little Bunny belongs to.”

Without missing a beat you replied, “Then do it.”

“What?” The sheer shock in his voice at your statement that had caught him off guard from his verbal barrage.

“I said do it. Tell everyone just who my father is, and I’ll release the trunk of letters he sent to my mother forcing her to be his mistress or he would murder her family.”

“I-,”

“And then I’ll release the trunk of letters from my half cousins’ mothers as well showing the world just what your other untouchable sons and brothers do to the women they’ve sired your heirs with. I look forward to the headlines grandfather. I burn, you burn.”

Without waiting you hung up the phone by pressing the lever and let out a shaky exhale then lifted your hand again sliding the dial to punch in the number you had been dying to dial for years now just for this purpose.

“Hmm?” The sleepy hum came through the line and you wet your lips hearing your friend grumbling in their rise to wake up.

“Sorry to wake you T,”

“Jackrabbit?” You could hear the man sitting up in bed after having ignored his alarm ten minutes ago.

“Ya. I’ll keep it brief I know you gotta work soon, but you remember that snowflake issue?”

“Yes,” his tone more in anticipation rather than curiosity for your bringing this up after so long having to sit on this story.

“Run it.”

To himself he chuckled and asked, “You are certain?”

“Ya today if you can.”

“I’ll make the call we can get the issues swapped in more than enough time. You safe?”

“Ya, ya I’m safe.” You said flashing Frerin a grin as he walked from the room he was in to the next still in search of more fireplaces after fixing two already, the search now becoming a sort of game in itself. “I’ll let you go, thank you again.”

“I’ll check in on you later, bye Jackrabbit.”

Blinking away the tears from your eyes you hung up and pulled your cell phone from your pocket finding the drafted email to all the children you knew of from your father’s side you sent off. Prewritten alerting them that the big story was breaking on the letters proving that your father had forced your mother into a relationship with him and had kept you both prisoner among the other mothers and children. All letters limited to those relating to you with only mentions of other children and women as examples for what happens to those who disobey the men of that clan. Names redacted for you and the other victims with your alias as ‘Nieninque’ meaning White Tear or Snowflake. One set alone, but no less damning for the clan, mentioning those all the way up to the Patriarch and even Matriarch in collusion with their crimes.

A voicemail filled with an apology for the hour followed with your warning on the story for your mother so she wouldn’t be caught off guard either ending with your loving sentiments that she would have a good day and you’d talk to her later when she would call when she could. For your comfort if she would feel half as jittery as you were right now it was her day off and she had four days off to her next project beginning at work to wind down and decompress through this storm about to explode.

Avoiding that you turned from the room pocketing your cell phone and giggled finding Frerin nipping at his lip unhooking the final flue in your bedroom where you said, “Thank you again.”

Straightening up he wiped his hand on his pant leg saying, “Good thing you thought to ask, some of them have safety switches on them, much harder for those with smaller hands to unlatch properly. Old owners must have locked them to keep birds out and such through the winters. They seem clean enough but if you like we have a number for a good sweep company if you like.”

“It’s going to be another cousin isn’t it. Or some obscure brother you have tucked away in the mountains?”

That had him grinning at you through a chuckle, “No, family friend, but no. Even if you don’t want a sweep they’re safe to use now. Just need to pick up some logs at the market.”

“I shouldn’t hold you up any more than I have.”

“I have all day off. It’s no trouble or obligation. I would hope to be best friends soon enough and you could have my number too, in case you need any more handy favors around the house. Your call go all right?”

“My grandfather called.” His expression stiffened a moment, “my dad’s side.”

“Trouble?”

“Not anymore. Tried to be. I’m good, bit jittery but I’m good.”

“Thorin can help with that, unless you’d like to stay here till work. I could brew you up something. Might not have the same skills as my big brother, but I can work my way around a kettle.”

“Since the boys signed you up to chauffeur me for tea-,”

“Hup, hup, hup. None of that now. I am a driver, I drive. You are in need of a ride and I happen to be traveling that way.”

“Lying liar face.” That had Frerin chuckling and pulling out his phone he made a contact for you and handed it to you. With a sigh you typed in your number and passed it back to him, “Let me guess you’ll be popping up like a daisy too?”

“Only if you keep pretending like you don’t enjoy the company.” You rolled your eyes leading the way to the door and he teased, “Come on, you know I’m charming.”

“Your age I was charming too.”

“My age you were a toddler,” He chuckled out.

“One toddler that could charm you out of your house and everything you own. More charm in my tiny little finger than you could dream of.” Making him chuckle again.

Once through the door he opened his umbrella asking, “Any search into a car yet?”

Smirking up at him you replied easing your key between your fingers, “I just bought a house. I think my credit needs a breather. I’m within walking distance-,”

“And you work a shift where you have to walk from the station past midnight. We worry.”

“You and everyone else, even my neighbors have taken to doing patrols en route to my arrival from work.” You said joining him on the walk to the waiting car.

“Good, don’t make me start having to show up at the station to drive you home.”

“Don’t do that. You don’t need to ruin your sleep patterns to chase after me. You’re an athlete, you need your rest. I make beds-,”

“You are more than someone making beds.” He said staring you down at the door he opened for you, “more than someone cleaning up after others. You make those rooms feel like home, they feel comfortable and safe, like a mother’s touch, if that makes sense.”

Settling down you watched him close the door and hurry around to get inside himself, shaking the umbrella he settled on the floor under his seat then started up the car to head to the shop. Out of the corner of his eye seeing you glance at your phone reading the lengthy text from your mother saying how proud she was of you and how they would always be a call away if you needed them if the day got rough.

Subtly one by one your Elven friends had texted you and the constant building of notices on your phone kept drawing Frerin’s gaze to the varied forms of Elvish rune filed bubbles down your idle screen that would dim only to light up again. A brief flash of jitters had passed once inside the shop where you claimed your usual tall seat passing over the same folded bill from the same coffee fund jar Frerin couldn’t have helped but smirk at seeing you were trying not to go crazy with knowing you could live far more comfortably with your finances in this city.

Now an odd sense of calm washed over you watching the brothers discussing something while Thorin readied your drink only to smirk seeing you were reading his book on tea reaching another section. Responses to calm your friends were sent stating you had given the clear for the story to be broken finally and all sent floods of support your way. And by hours end you were with Frerin in the car off to the station halfway grinning to yourself at the plan to start on a new batch of soaps when you got home after work.

 *

Returned from dropping you off Frerin repeated the website link in his mind he had read popping up in more than half of the first messages you had received. “I need your computer,” he gruffly said brushing around the young employee to pass the counter heading to the back office.

“What went wrong?” Thorin asked in thick Khuzdul.

To which Frerin answered, “Don’t know yet.” Opening and closing the door behind him triggering Thorin and Dwalin to chase after him. Instantly across the screen their mouth dropped seeing a copper complexioned Elf with glowing markings spreading across his skin with long pointed ears. Though the stunning attributes were the white gold glittering straight hair braided back into a long braid of what looked like snow sprouting from his scalp above the bright purple eyes. Eyes though glowing far less brilliant than yours and void of any joy or innocence that yours overflowed with.

The page took a moment to translate from the Ancient Elvish version to the common tongue leaving them reading his name, Luvailin Himring, Son of Mórilanta.

The headline stating, ‘Moments From Victory!’

Under it the story delved into how the half Maiar Lord had been imprisoned for centuries now fighting in endless appeals from his conviction for funding a genocide in Valinor, the same one you had named after your trip out with Dis and Vili. At once their stomachs clenched reading about the countless witnesses gone missing or changing their stories leading up to this stunning by one vote that he was to be freed and pardoned of the conviction by the highest court, now post printed story, was being investigated for bribery or blackmail.

From his readying to be set free he was clapped in irons and drug straight to Death Row. The time of death marked as ten minutes from now while the conviction was irrefutable upon the evidence given. Stacks of handwritten letters from another news story broken hours prior were passed over to the authorities confirming by his own hand that he had admitted to enslaving, kidnapping and forcing himself on an unnamed young Elleth by use of blackmail and death threats.

The final paragraph listed the long list of relatives, who had been rounded up after being mentioned within those letters, and dozens more listed in another trunk worth of copies of letters handed over ending up freeing a dozen other Elleths and their children from their captivity to be returned to their families. Every member of the notably sinister line had varied shades of copper to cocoa bean colored skin with the same glowing markings had been sentenced to death with all their companies held to be liquidated and funds confiscated from them were to be passed down to their single confirmed of age descendant biologically linked to the clan post military retirement.

Glawar Vingilótë Moe, Daughter of Luvailin, his only child after his son, through his former now deceased and assumed poisoned wife, had been beheaded after hiring an assassin to plan an attack on his half sister. The authority of her inheritance of funds, goods and titles made good and backed fully by the Council of Maiar on the matter of her former Bastard status at her parents not being married at her conception or birth.

“Please don’t be her..” Dwalin muttered moving he mouse to click on the glowing underlined name of the Elleth only to drop his head to Frerin’s shoulder seeing the picture of you popping up in full regalia and armored robes. Shimmering snow like curls on full display in a long intricate braid with swirls down the sides of your head feeding the thick one running down the center of your scalp and your father’s name etched across your chest plate over the spot where your scar rested, no doubt the conductor for why that spot was hurt so badly. The curls and silver speckles in your bright eyes along with your general appearance no doubt from your maternal line now that they had seen your father’s relatives.

All of your academic achievements and skills leading to your assigned rank as engineer including your imprisonment and the escape you had led off of Ruun guiding your way to freedom and to the path of secrecy. ‘Whereabouts Unknown’ was typed there followed by a written hope that you were well and safe after having faced such foes from your own kin. With this all aired the reason behind your time in Ruun all the more tragic and inspiring for your redemption.

The other children fathered by your relatives were unknown but to the world their hopes went out to this Nieninque, who could be your baby sister, that she was well also and possibly with you in a much happier life. The names by the authorities were not to be released and the three Dwarves trembling in rage at the events you were having to deal with no doubt through your shift shifted their rage to curiosity as Thorin looked up the meaning of your name to compare to your chosen name.

“Glawar is Golden Blossom.”

Dwalin, “Second one would be her Mother name.”

Thorin, “Meaning, foam flower.”

Frerin smirked through asking, “Wonder why her father chose Moe as her Father name.”

Thorin looked it up saying, “Soft, pliable.”

Dwalin, “Pliable? Like metal?”

Frerin chuckled, “If he was trying for something closer to meek or weak he failed. Metal only grows stronger as you work it. Same as clay and earth.”

Thorin, “Apparently his names means Shadow under Oiolossë, the Ever Snow, it’s a place. Must be like a tundra. Ringwe is Ever Cold. His father’s name means nightfall.”

Frerin, “She got a call from her Grandfather, then she made a call or two. Either they set off the story and warned her or she did.”

Thorin sighed, “This changes nothing. Clearly she still deserves our protection. Possibly now more so that his line is being culled for their crimes.”

Dwalin, “No doubts on it.”

Frerin, “Are we telling Dis about this?”

Thorin sighed, “I don’t think there’s a way we can without making it obvious to Jaqi we know.”

Frerin sighed and smoothed his hands over his face then said, “Maybe I’ll go buy her some fire logs and a smore kit to surprise her when she gets back home.”

Thorin rumbled out, “I’m going too, she’ll need some decent cocoa.”

Dwalin, “Me as well. Dear needs a blanket or two as well to nestle up in.”

All the way to the shop Thorin scoured for any trace of your former name finding a cd of performances you did with your grandmother. The one who crafted and professionally played the pianos out of singing stones he ordered. Along with a set of a show you apparently did voice over work for in your new name as well as an animator for the three seasons it lasted before being bought and shot down by one of your listed relatives. Starting no doubt the long list of black listed jobs making you bounce around and find new hiding places and jobs.

Once parked the three men gathered around the cart taking turns manning it between each adding items that might comfort you while they kept tabs on the remaining relatives to be executed yet. Each trying not to think of, even though you were at odds, how much dread that might instill in you, the erasure of an entire clan and half of your family tree however unwelcome they were in your life.

Fire logs were first along with matches in case you didn’t have any with a cool long stemmed silver decorative vase used to hold used matches while they cooled if you didn’t want to throw them in the fire as well. Smore kits bled into the trio standing in front of the throw blanket section.

Dwalin’s head tilted, “Purple fleece or white leopard throw?”

Thorin, “I think I saw a fleece when we were at the apartment packing.”

Frerin, “Fair point.” His head turned as Dwalin picked the large white leopard blanket for you. “Hey, she had a pillow like this in her book right?” Smirks spread as three pillows were agreed upon along with an adorable little Black Knight Butterfly Bush Dwalin could hear Bilbo’s comments that it was in danger of fading fast if it didn’t have a good home. Clearly in need of some love and would greatly be cherished by your new Hummingbird chicks no doubt as they watched it perk up and grow to fifteen times this size. A lovely kit they put together and again Thorin took the task of minding the gifts and ensuring that you got them.

Pt 14

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