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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 115

The Third Man/The Waters of Mars

“The Third Man”

Plot Description: Investigating a case of biblical plagues, Sam and Dean call Castiel for help and learn that God’s weapons have been stolen

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No. I would not survive having my skin, down to the muscle, peel off and then EXPLODING

And I continue to make the mistake of watching this on my lunch break…luckily I was spared the most gruesome parts by blocking it with my phone

Sam…I’m not saying that you have to be in a relationship to do that, but you can hook up with some one for free, you know. I’m sure there’s someone out there who would…is your personality that dogshit now that you have no soul??

Biblical plagues apparently say ACAB. Which is nice to see

“Were you…racing me?” “No…I was kicking your ass” I’ve missed these sibling moments when the stakes seem low

Um…I know this guy is goin through it but damn. Well, at least we were spared seeing … no we weren’t fucking spared watching locusts digging their way out of this dude’s skull

He gets there when DEAN calls him. Cas’s blatant favoritism and disdain for Sam is amazing. “You like him better or something?” will be so much funnier later

Don’t lie to yourself, Castiel. “You think I came because you called?”

“I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect” I love this show sometimes

“My ‘people skills’ are ‘rusty’” bitch, me too. Cheers. I keep forgetting I have a shirt with that on it that I bought in 2021 for if an occasion that I’d have to be around people would come up outside of work

Cas is that X Files kinda fed I guess. Sam and Dean are trying to play real federal agent and Cas is just asking where this guy has the Staff of Moses

Jesus, Cas. I guess I know this is a HUGE deal but maybe we go about it a little differently? No?

I’m sorry for being SUCH a Cas apologist. I can see that what he’s doing is not great to wrong, but I can see why he’s doing it. He’s not human, he doesn’t have QUITE the attachment to humanity he’ll eventually have

Oooo, I remember Balthazar being fun

Angel fiiiiiiight

You can’t start Who’s On First with Cas…he’s a millennia old baby when it comes to cultural references

Bestieeee, your people skills are not just rusty, they’re rusted, fallen off, and lying on the side of the road

Did we get Balthazar as a Gabriel replacement? “This morning I had a ménage a…what’s French for twelve?”

I’d love to be the kind of person who could hang with Balthazar, but I know I’m more of a sit quietly in a room with Castiel type

Damn, Cas. You are too good at throwing knives…and getting your shit wrecked by your older brothers

You LOT-ED RAPHAEL, Balthazar??

Hmmmm…gonna tuck away the “do you know what a human soul is worth” line for later. There’s some kind of power they hold. So, who’s got Sam’s and why

Sure. You had different hell experiences but…it would still affect you IF YOU HAD A SOUL, SAM

“Been On My Mind…”: does in Dean’s dreams count??? And…I guess there’s confirmation Sam did entirely off screen…

"The Waters of Mars"

Plot Description: In a Mars base the inhabitants are being infected by a mysterious water creature which takes over its victims. The Doctor is thrust into the middle of this catastrophe knowing a larger one is waiting around the corner.

Oh man...I'm trying to not get attached to these characters. I know, like, ONE of them makes it out, but some of them are just....you know?

Like these two in the garden...oop, one's already getting infected. GREAAAAAAT

As the Doctor remembers the crew members and their Great Value Wikipedia pages pop up...Adelaide was born in 1999. The deputy was born in 2008. HE'S FIFTEEN RIGHT NOW. THE TECHNICIAN WAS A COVID BABY

Ah, shit, EVERYONE DIES??

Yeah, I guess that makes sense that they'd link the Doctor's arrival to what's going on

I forgot how horrifying their faces get after they get infected. Ring Corrupted Bilbo Baggins lookin...giving Vincent D'Onofrio in Men In Black but worse and wetter...

I know any acting job's an acting job but the guy who controls the robot is just...he got the short end of the stick when it came to roles

"Water is patient, Adelaide. Water just waits[...]Water always wins." What a terrifying thing to hear

BUT. WHY. DOCTOR. WHY DO YOU GET TO CHOOSE WHAT MOMENTS ARE FIXED POINTS.

Captain, you WHAT.

GOD...imagine being told that the human race WILL travel to the furthest reaches of the universe, and it's because YOU inspired your granddaughter to continue your legacy, but it does mean you and everyone here with you HAS. TO. DIE.

Oh. She...she doesn't think that...she thinks they escape. I mean, of course she does. Doctor...

Stop...maybe stop going to fixed points in time. (I know you're not completely in charge of where the TARDIS takes you, but goddamn)

Imagine loving humanity so much but having to stand there and listen to them die on Mars, nothing you do can save them. Everything you do just causes it to happen anyway

The pressure equivalent of your bathroom shower hitting someone has never been so tragic

God...I forgot that he goes back and goes apeshit. "The laws of time are mine, and THEY WILL OBEY ME" gworl.

OK but how did that NOT kill everyone and destroy the TARDIS??

I hate the way she has to do it, but...he needed to be knocked down that peg. You'd think that he'd learn a thing or two after all the time he traveled with Donna, especially. She was asserting herself having an equally important say in what they were doing, how the people they were meeting would address her... You really would think that he wouldn't see his beliefs as absolute.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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docwhal · 4 years

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thorin oakenshiiieeeettttt (one movie down 2 to go)

#hes lookin at bilbo #thorin #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #lotr #docwhal's doodles #docwhal art

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sunnibits · 3 years

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bagginshield for the ask game?

1: From what I can remember, I didn’t ship it at all when I first watched the movies, but one day I discovered the ship online and saw some fanart. At first I was like “that’s weird!!” But as I got older I started appreciating them a lot more until I suddenly started fixating on them 😌

2: Oh, so many things. I’ve got to say I really love the cozy vibes!!! Like, every fluffy fanart just radiates warmth and comfort. But I’m also an angst lover, so it very much satisfies my need for pain AND softness ;)

3: This isn’t really an unpopular opinion, definitely not on this side of Thilbo tumblr?? But I hate portrayals of Bilbo as like this young innocent baby who needs Thorin to save him. Give me two competent grumpy old men in love!!!! I mean, Bilbo literally saves Thorin more than Thorin saves him.

#also when ppl.. draw Thorin looking like a whole ass man like he is with harsh facial features #then draw Bilbo like this little cute airbrushed child-lookin ass shy baby #it kinda creeps me out and just bugs me #like... y’all do realize Martin Freeman also has very prominent features and looks just as mature as Richard Armitage right??? right??#I understand the need to make him cute but PLS make the distinction of him as a grown ass adult #ask box #thanks for letting me ramble ab my babies dhdgdff #thilbo

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stagkingswife · 2 years

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2 and 20 for the ask game! ^^

2) What draws you to your gods? What do you like about them?

I’ll be honest here, as much as I dislike the language of “calling” that is often used to describe why people pick the entities they do, but it really is the best word for how I feel. I don’t think my gods “called” to me necessarily, I use “calling” here more like how some people describe their careers as a calling. I was chosen sure, but like how one gets chosen to do a job. I had the right skills, knowledge, personality, etc that at some point Oisin decided to pick me to do this work he needed on behalf of his family.

I love how old they all feel, even Wren who presents as a child. I’ve had encounters and relationships with a lot of entities in my 25 years, and The Forgotten Ones are the most ancient entities I have ever felt. So returning them and bolstering them with my worship feels like an act of preservation. I also love how much they clearly love one another, they are clearly a close knit family. Despite the hardships they may have gone through that lead to their fracturing they all put the rest before themselves.

20) List a few deities you worship and associate each with a quote you think represents them best

I hope you’re prepared for a lot of lyrics from musicals and quotes from fantasy novels…

Drove: “Even gods understand that a shepherd can’t neglect the sheep. A god who didn’t understand would not be a god worth believing in.” Terry Pritchett - Wee Free Men

Amaranth: “Try to remember a time of September when grass was green and grain was yellow.” The Fantasticks - Try to Remember

Clovis: “Look I made a hat, where there never was a hat.” Sunday in the Park With George - Finishing the Hat

Flint: “The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination.” Albert Einstein

Axe: “I love not eh bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” - JRR Tolkien - The Two Towers.

Pesse: “Feel her bow rise free of mother sea, in a sunburst cloud of spray. It stings the cheek while the rigging will speak of sea miles gone away.” Stan Rogers - Bluenose

Or - “foam is white and waves are grey, beyond the sunset leads my way.“ Bilbo’s Last Song

Skelly: “Out of what we live and we believe, our lives become the story that we weave.” Once On This Island - Why We Tell the Story

Vega: “Are you lookin' for the moon? Would you dance with her tonight? Would you chase across the shadows as she goes slippin' out of sight? Leavin' common sense behind you for a joy that ends so soon, Rushin' through the forest blind, never knowin' what you'll find” Tom Paxton - Looking for the Moon

Wren: “Well, what you get does the wind talk? What nationality is the storm? What country do the rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does the thunder go when it dies?” Ray Bradbury - Something Wicked This Way Comes

And I tried sooooo hard to find quote, or lyrics, or anything I liked to reflect Oisin and Brona, but I think I am too close to those two, too lost in their vastness to pick one aspect or facet to capture in a quote. I tired, but I kept finding additional quotes for the others by accident.

From the polytheist ask meme.

#the returning #the forgotten ones #ask stag stuff #ask box meme

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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One Weary Human

The Company x Reader

All of the company is drunk. The twist? None of them act the way you’d expect, like at all. Shy Bilbo is all flirty, chill Bofur keeps wanting to start bar fights, Kili/Fili try to be philosophical, Dwalin is the “You’re my best friend. I just love you so much, man,” type of guy, and Thorin is actually FUN and FUNNY. The reader is just sitting there feeling like she’s legitimately in the fucking Twilight Zone ---middleearth2asgard

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You knew you should've stopped them from drinking all that ale.

Over and over again you thought to yourself that this night won't end well if you don't put a cap on their drinking, but each time you came close to interfering you kinda just decided that letting them have fun is better.

I mean, they've earned it so why not let them enjoy their first night out of danger after all those awful things that happened? Dragons, trolls, orcs, near-death experiences, a war, thousands of horrible things and one night to unwind and be happy. You can't very well take that away from them.

But you really should've.

By the time they polished off the first half of the barrel of ale they are completely wasted, and it's hard to keep track of them amidst the sea of men, other dwarves, and elves who survived the battle.

Well, maybe not wasted since they can still talk and walk around sort of well, but they're definitely inebriated.

You had maybe a quarter mug of drink before you realized they'll need someone to watch over them, so after that you gave up and decided to make sure none of them do anything stupid (also, ale tastes horrible so you don't wanna finish it).

Which, to some extent, they do.

Act stupid, I mean.

It's just the complete opposite of who you thought it would be.

You honestly thought that your biggest issue would be Fili and Kili, and probably Dwalin, but as it turns out they aren't even close to being a problem.

As it turns out, your biggest issue at the moment happens to be Bofur, Bilbo, and Ori.

Bofur is, quite literally, trying to start a fight with everybody. Bilbo won't leave you alone, and flirting with you so shamelessly. And Ori... won't stop crying no matter what you do.

For the life of you, you don't know what to do.

Every time you tell Bofur to calm down he tells you to square up (more or less), when you try to console Ori he cries even harder, and Bilbo... he has pickup lines for days.

"Bofur! For the last time, sit down and stop glaring at everyone!" You snap, grabbing the back of his shirt when he starts yelling at someone for 'looking at him funny' while also patting the back of Ori's head comfortingly.

"E-Everyone is so mean to me..." Ori sniffles and sobs, reaching up to grab onto your hand, using it to wipe his tears away like a tissue.

You cringe but let the young dwarf do it since he's sobbing so much, and when he releases you, you turn to Bofur.

"Stop tellin' me what to do!" He shoots back angrily, though he doesn't fight you when you force him to take a seat. "Damn woman..."

"Bilbo, please keep an eye on these two while I find everyone else." You tell the small hobbit making heart eyes at you.

"Surely, my dear, you would much rather stay with me?"

You kinda just stare at him for a moment before slowly saying, "Do as I say."

He doesn't reply to that and takes a seat, listening to you surprisingly enough.

Once that's done you slide off your chair and try to find everyone else, noticing Thorin right away since he's... doing stand up comedy?

He's standing on a table and the group that's gathered around him is laughing their asses off, telling him to give them more jokes which shocks you to your very core. This mans is the complete opposite of funny and chill.

"And then I told him that no pretty pixie of an elf will talk to me like that!"

The crowd around him roars with laughter and applause, and while you didn't hear the first part of his 'joke' it still doesn't humor you.

You fight your way through the countless bodies and finally get to the table, cupping your hands over your mouth so he can hear you when you yell, "Thorin! It's time to go!"

"Y/N! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Thorin calls happily, successfully putting the attention onto you. "I've lost my nephews! Have you seen them by any chance?"

Why is he asking you???

You shake your head slowly and reply, "No, why would I know where they are?"

"Well, you certainly seem to know the whereabouts of their tongues quite well!" He calls with loud boisterous laughter while everyone around proceeds to find it funny too.

You kinda just stand there for a moment, looking up at him blankly before your face begins to grow hot.

Okay, you know what? No, you're not dealing with this right now.

Very slowly you begin to back away, trying to both avoid eye contact with everyone and also trying to keep yourself from blowing up on the new king.

Where did he get such an idea from anyway? Freaking dummy.

"There she goes, off to another royal snogging!"

More laughter, but you're disappeared and gone before anyone can poke anymore fun at you for something that most certainly did not happen.

The next person you find, coincidentally, is the princes, and you're pleased to see them sitting mellowly at a table and having a conversation.

"There you boys are! Thank god you're not drunk, if you could please help me to gather-" and then you hear their conversation and horribly slurred speech.

"No, I'm tellin' ya, Fee, there's no way lovin' is easier than being loved. It jus' doesn' make sense." Kili tells his brother while shaking his head.

"Of course it does! When ya love then ya don' have t' worry about your own feelin' anymore, 'cause then you already know."

Are these two really discussing the complexity of loving versus being loved?

"An' how would you know that?" Kili asks, shaking his head back in fourth a bit too much to show his disagreement.

"Tha's none of your busn'ess." He slurs back, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

"How can we even be sure that it's real in tha first place?"

"Are you sayin' you don't love me?" Fili challenges.

Kili freaks out and shakes his head, "N-No no! Of course I do!"

"You better, 'm your brother." Fili grumbles, turning his head until he notices you, "Oh! Y/N!"

You're quiet for a moment, kinda just looking at them oddly since their conversation both makes no sense, but also makes all the sense.

They take your silence as a go ahead to continue their 'discussion' and Fili then brings up, "Well wha' about Y/N?"

"What about her?" Kili asks back, laying his head down on the table after a moment.

"Nnoo, 'm askin' her."

"You didn't ask me anything." You chime in, reaching over to take their mugs from them. "You two are making no sense."

"Wellll, I think she would rather be loved since it doesn' make sense tha' loving is easier." Kili grumbles, trying to reinforce his point through you.

"I don't think it really matters at the moment, boys. Why don't you both come with me and we can all take a nap and sleep off our drunkenness..."

"No! It does matter!" They both yell at the same time, successfully earning a sigh from you.

"But-"

"Y/N!" Someone calls excitedly suddenly.

You turn your head slowly, but before you can put a face to the voice, someone it crushing you in a big hug.

"Have I told you that you're an excellent woman?" The person crushing the life out of you asks, and it's at that moment that you realize it's... Dwalin.

"U-Uh, no, not really-"

"Well, that's a shame! You're wonderful." He confirms with a quiet hiccup, holding you slightly tighter when you start to squirm.

"Alright, thank you Dwalin but if you could please-"

"See! My point is proven." Fili slurs triumphantly, pointing at you and Dwalin. "He's havin' a ball, nd' she's freakin' out!"

"That h-haaas nothing to do with love, Fee!" Kili grumps back, smacking Fili on the shoulder harshly.

"Hey! Who do you think yer lookin' at!?" An all to familiar, standoffish voice bellows to your left.

You turn your head and see Bofur trying to get some huge dude to throw some punches, and then you hear more jokes from Thorin across the room, Ori's wails, and Bilbo flirting with some other person.

Mahal save your soul.

"You three." You call suddenly, gaining the attention of Dwalin, Fili, and Kili (the three you thought you would be having the most problems with). "Whoever gathers the most of our friends outside gets a big prize."

Kili gasps and asks, "A big prize?"

"The biggest prize." You confirm, feeling relieved when Dwalin lets you go.

"What is the prize?" Dwalin asks, looking at you with a very uncharacteristic grin on his face.

"I can't tell you, it's a secret until one of you wins."

"Oh, I'm gonna get more than you two!" Fili calls, struggling to get up from his seat before Kili, the two pushing and shoving each other while they fight to stand.

"No fighting or you are disqualified." You warn, wagging a finger at them.

Thank god they listen.

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You manage to gather the original three (Ori, Bilbo, and Bofur) and Nori, and get them outside of the party hall, trying your best to calm Bofur and Ori while Bilbo keeps on calling you beautiful and complimenting you.

Eventually, Dwalin walks out with two dwarves. Balin (who is sober, thank god) and Dori.

The next person to show up is Kili, and he has Bombur and Gloin.

Finally, Fili emerges from the hall and managed to swipe Oin and Bifir.

You smile at them brightly before you realize you're one short, "Where's Thorin?"

Fili sighs and answers, "I tried ta get 'im but he made fun of me until I left."

That sounds about right.

"I tried, too! But he kep' callin' me names." Dwalin grumbles while Kili nods.

"Yea-h, he kep' pokin' fun at my beard." Kili agrees, looking at the two he gathered, "Who won?"

"None of you, it's a tie." You reply, shaking your head.

A part of you is glad, actually that they all have the same amount, because you have no idea what the supposed 'big prize' is supposed to be. "I'll have to find a way to get Thorin, I guess..." You state wearily, already growing tired of their shenanigans.

" 'm sorry." The three you assigned to help you say sadly, looking at you with big upset eyes.

"N-No, it's fine! Just, keep everyone out here, okay? I'll be right back."

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Suffice to say you were not 'right back' at all.

The moment you walked back up to Thorin he started making more jokes about you 'being with' different people in the original company, and very quickly does your patience wear thin.

At some point you just lose it and end up grabbing his ear and dragging him out of the party hall while people boo at you for being a fun killer.

Once you've successfully made him leave, you push him out the doors and do a quick headcount to make sure everyone is still there.

You take them all to a private wing where they all have their rooms in as well as a private kitchen Bombur introduced you to.

"Okay, good. Now that we're all gathered up in one place... Come with me to the kitchen. Lets eat a bit and have some water, okay?"

"Is there more ale?" Dwalin asks with the same smile.

"No!" You snap a bit angrier than you mean to, "No more alcohol for any of you."

That successfully shuts them up.

Once everyone is seated at the table in the newly stocked kitchen, you go through the cupboards and collect some berries and bread, bringing them over to the table so they can get something in their stomachs to absorb all that alcohol.

You give them all some chunks of bread and leave a handful or two for everyone (more for the bigger of them), then you walk off to get some water. Balin helps you out with it all (being as he's barely even tipsy), and eventually everyone has water and some food.

It doesn't take long for everything to disappear into their stomachs, and once they've done as you instructed you start to help some of them to their individual rooms.

Nori and Dori drag Ori to the room they share, Balin takes care of Dwalin, Bombur excuses himself and thanks you heartily, but you have to take care of everyone else unfortunately.

First, you deal with Bifir, Oin, and Gloin, which isn't too hard luckily.

Bifir says something you can't understand and gives you a hug before going off to bed, and Oin thanks you tiredly before closing his door. Gloin smiles at you, being less drunk then those left behind, and thanks you as well before heading off to sleep.

Now you're left with Bilbo, Thorin, Fili and Kili, and, finally, Bofur.

When you reenter the kitchen, Thorin is laughing about something he said no doubt, and Bofur is glaring at him so angrily you're afraid he might actually hit him.

"B-Bofur!" You call, running over to stand between them before wrapping your arm around his waist when he starts to wobble and walk towards Thorin.

Right away he stops and leans into you, still glaring at Thorin while he wraps an arm around you in return, "Wha' is it?"

"Come along, I'm going to take you to your room for bed. You too, Bilbo, come here."

Bilbo has no problem walking over to you (though he does sway a bit) and stands next to you while you begin to take Bofur out of the room. "That's a good boy, come on." You usher them both out and, eventually, manage to get Bofur to his room so he can sleep it off.

You shuffle him to his bed, and once he's seated you tell him to take off his shoes. While he does that, you swipe his hat and lay it on the bedside table, pulling his blanket back so he can lay down.

Once he climbs in, you pull the covers up over him and pat his head, "There you are. Go ahead and sleep for me, dear, cause you're going to feel dreadful in the morning."

He closes his eyes while grumbling something about being told what to do, of course he listens nonetheless and doesn't move or say anything else.

You lean down and kiss his forehead lightly, then turn and leave the room.

The door thumps softly when you shut it, and then you grab Bilbo's arm and walk with him to his room.

"You're simply stunning in this light, Y/N." Bilbo tells you, wrapping an arm around you despite being able to walk fine. "Completely breathtaking."

"Thank you, Bilbo. Though, you're going to be mortified tomorrow. I can imagine you'll be begging for forgiveness within an hour of waking up." You comment, opening up his door so you can take him to his bed.

"W-"

"Not a word." You cut him off quickly, knowing that he's going to say something very not appropriate, for both your sake and his.

He climbs into bed without further coaxing, though you do have to take off his coat for him and fluff up his pillow a bit, but once he's nestled under the covers, he doesn't go to sleep.

Instead he stares at you with baggy eyes, and smiles lightly, "You look radiant."

"As you've said a few times, Bilbo. You spoil me." You lean down and press a light kiss to his forehead next, and when you stand up straight again he reaches up and taps your nose.

You giggle softly and grab his hand, placing it back at his side before walking over to the door.

"Goodnight, Bilbo."

"G'night, Y/N."

When you arrive back at the kitchen, Thorin is gone and only Fili and Kili remain, talking about another odd topic once more.

"Where did Thorin go?" You ask, looking around then back down the hall.

"His head hurt, and he went to bed." Kili replies chipperly, smiling brightly.

Well, that does make your job a fair bit easier.

"Alright. Well, boys it's time for bed so come along." You tell them in a gentle voice, gesturing for them to come to you with a wave of your hand.

Somehow they manage to get to their feet, but after they take a few steps it becomes painfully obvious that there's no way they'll be able to make it, like Bofur.

Right away you go over to Kili and have him wrap an arm around your waist, and, somehow, you manage to shuffle forward with him to his brother who is looking very unstable at the moment.

You get Fili to wrap an arm around you as well, and once you've got them both you proceed to, very slowly, shuffle your way to their room.

At some point Kili started to press his face into your neck and Fili began to lean into you more heavily. If it weren't for the fact that you had one of them on either side of you, you probably would've toppled over.

Eventually, you do manage to get them to their room, and once you do you bring them to their beds (there are two).

You have them both sit down and go to light a candle, and once that's done you turn back to see if their laid down yet. Only, their both looking down at their feet as if they expect their shoes to taken themselves off.

With a heavy sigh, you walk over to Fili and crouch down, taking off his shoes with little difficulty. "There you go, now take off your jacket and lay down."

Fili nods his head and begins to shrug off his coat, so you turn and go to Kili, pulling off his shoes next.

Once he's barefoot, you stand and smooth his hair back lightly, "You take off your coat too, okay?"

"A'right." He mumbles, doing just as you said.

You step away and take a few steps; and, once their both laying down, you go to Fili and pull his covers up to his chin.

"Do you sleep with your braids in?" You ask quietly once he's tucked in.

"N't my mustache ones..." He replies with his eyes closed.

You nod, though he can't see it, and reach down and pull the clips off, placing them on the beside table so he can grab them tomorrow morning.

Once he's settled, you lean down and press a kiss to his head, then turn and go to Kili. You're basically on a seesaw with these two, tending to one for a moment before going to the other.

Kili is sitting up with his legs under the blanket, but when you walk over he lays down completely and waits for you to give him the same treatment as his brother.

You grab the top of his comforter and pull it up until it covers most of his chest, and once that's done you reach behind his head and pull the clip from the back of his head, off. "Is there anything else?" You ask softly while placing his beaded clip down as well.

"No..."

You nod, then lean down and kiss his forehead like you've done to literally everyone else.

"Alright. Goodnight then, boys."

#the hobbit #the company of thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield #reader insert #reader #fili x reader #kili x reader #thorins company #bilbo #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo x reader #fili #kili #bofur x reader #bofur #dwalin #dwalin x reader #ori #originally posted on ao3

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drummergirl231-2 · 4 years

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...Holy shoot dang.

It’s like after they unfroze him he started aging like Bilbo after he gave up the ring.

Anyway, after the episode title “The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades!” was released, I started thinking that would be the Goldie episode. Forbidden sounds very Goldie, and Fountain and Forever sound like a fountain of youth. Goldie and Scrooge are both 150 give or take a few years, so that tracks.

And I figured this would also be the episode we’d see Rockerduck and Jeeves return because Scrooge and Goldie were their enemies back in the day.

And now here’s Rockerduck lookin’ like he could reeeeally use a fountain of youth. Getting carried around in a giant baby carrier isn’t really helping him achieve a more youthful look... just making me wonder if people can get wedgies from Depends.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales season 3 #ducktales speculation #ducktales rockerduck #ducktales goldie #ducktales jeeves #ducktales #ducktales scrooge

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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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Gêdajal

Part 8 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’. Who know how many more parts are going to follow… Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings ‘Falling Stars’

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count: 1,418

Warning(s): Swear word

Translation(s): Gêdajal: Realization

Síndarin: Aithand: Not true

Cúthad: You lie

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It was the highest stakes game of rock-paper-sword ever played. Not that I knew it at the time. Little had I suspected just how dramatically the outcome would change my perspective on certain things.

I had been off by myself again like I usually was nowadays, and Bilbo and Bofur had cornered me--much to my surprise--and roped me into playing a game of rock-paper-sword. When I had asked why I needed to play, Bofur had spouted some rubbish about it being for my own good.

Hogwash.

Eru only knew what the consequences would be if I lost, which I was certain was not going to happen. Contrarily to what many believed--Thorin especially--I was not dim-witted. Quite the contrary, actually. I was always ready for a good mind game or riddle.

With that in mind, I shouldn't have been surprised that Bilbo got involved in this--what with his expertise in riddles--for here he was, standing before me with his fingers held out in the guise of a sword. The Hobbit was better at this than I had anticipated. It had been foolish of me to underestimate him.

"Aithand! No!" I cried in disbelief; my own hand laid flat out in the imitation of a sheaf of paper. This was the third straight time he had beat me in the game, meaning I had to do.... something. They hadn't told me yet, which only made me suspicious about the severity of my consequence.

Bofur let out a triumphant laugh and punched the Hobbit's shoulder, knocking him back a few steps as he grimaced in pain. "I knew ya could do it, Master Boggins!" He exclaimed, grinning widely and totally missing the annoyed expression Bilbo wore at the mispronunciation of his surname.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared steadily at the pair. "Alright, what do I have to do now that I've lost?" I asked, and Bofur's grin turned sly.

"Follow us." He said, rising to his feet and walking away towards the clearing where we had once more set up camp on our journey. According to Gandalf, we were only a few weeks walk from someplace where we would be offered shelter.

Walking after Bofur, my steps became hesitant as I caught sight of the entire company gathered around the glowing embers of the fire. What in Eru's name was going on?

Bilbo picked up on my hesitance and laid a cautious hand on my arm. I looked down at him, frowning as I took in his encouraging smile. "Go on, they aren't going to bite. It's for your own good." He said quietly, and I narrowed my eyes, wondering what they weren't telling me.

Why were they constantly talking about it being 'for my own good'?

But I continued forward until I was ushered into a seat right across from Balin. Settling myself comfortably, I shot a look around the circle, noticing that there was one person missing.

"Where's Master Thorin?" I asked, and Balin smiled, folding his hands in his lap.

"He's currently occupied so we can have this chat." He said, I watched him curiously. What chat did we need to have?

"What do we need to talk about?" I questioned warily, and a few of the Dwarves snickered quietly, making me glance around in confusion. If I was just going to be made fun of...

"A lot of things, but first we'll need to start at the beginning." Balin said, refocusing my attention on him. "Your abrupt reveal of your upbringing gave us some answers to many of our questions."

Now I was even more confused. "What questions?" I asked, nervously tugging on a loose thread on my pastel cloak.

"Well, we had been wondering how you didn't know anything about Khuzdul or the courting ritual, as well as why you kept pushing Thorin away even as you pined for him." He said, and his blunt words brought an unwanted flush to my cheeks.

Ducking my head slightly to allow my black hair to form a somewhat effective curtain, I let out a deep breath. "I don't love Thorin." I muttered, making Balin chuckle and shake his head. But before he could speak, Bofur piped up.

"That's an outright lie, Lass, and you know it. You don't think we haven't seen you watch Thorin from afar when you think no one's lookin'? Quite often at that?" He teased, and Fili and Kili nodded.

"Aye, Bofur's right. Me and Kee have seen you watching Uncle quite a bit. A bit like how he watches you. And how Kee watches Lory." Fili said, dodging the elbow Kili threw his way, and I rolled my eyes, wondering why they didn't get it.

"Cúthad. You all keep saying things like that, but I don't understand. You say that Thorin likes me, but I've never seen a hint of that. He goes out of his way to be rude to me." I said angrily, and Balin's gaze grew solemn.

"That's what I'm trying to explain here if certain people would let me finish," he said, shooting a look towards Fili and Kili. "In our courting ritual, the first step to show your interest in someone is to offer them a weapon--"

Understanding blazed through me, and my eyes widened as everything suddenly began to make sense. "Wait, so you mean when I gave Thorin my dagger as a thank you," I shot Bofur a look that he returned with a wink, "in his mind I was asking to court him?" I asked, and Balin nodded.

"Correct. And when he accepted the dagger, that meant he was accepting your offer to court him, so to speak. That's where the next step comes into play. He was supposed to give you a weapon as well as part of the process, and if you accepted it that meant you both could move onto the next step."

Again, I spoke up, my eyes darting back and forth as I thought. "I thought he was being rude and trying to insinuate that I was horrible at protecting myself and needed another weapon to do so, so I rejected the sword he offered me, which means I rejected his offer to court me in a way?" I asked, and everyone nodded.

"Aye, that's right, Miss Estel. In Thorin's mind that basically meant you weren't satisfied with his offered weapon or no longer wanted to court him, in which case he tried to sort out what went wrong." Balin said quietly, his blue eyes twinkling at me as I contemplated the past few weeks.

"Thorin can come across as angry or gruff, especially when he's trying to hide his true feelings," Dwalin spoke up, "when ye rejected him, he tried to hide his feelings and protect himself from yer rejection. He's never felt like this for a Dwarrowdame before, so he's rightly a bit nervous. Especially since ye were a bit standoffish." The tattooed dwarf said, and I watched him with an understanding gaze.

"That's what I've been doing too. I didn't think that Thorin had any sort of affection for me, so I bottled it all up and tried to forget about it...." I murmured quietly, reflecting on my newfound information.

"Now all ya have to do is show him how ya feel." Bofur said, giving me an easy smile that I failed to return. He didn't know how bloody scary it was to bare your heart to someone; even if that someone supposedly returned your feelings.

"I will do that," I said uncertainly before giving everyone a hard stare. "As long as everyone else stays quiet about my feelings," I said.

Whispers suddenly erupted around the circle, and Fili and Kili tittered as they winked suggestively at me. Honestly, those two were more like toddlers than the adults they claimed to be. Surely Kili would be more mature; he had a wife!

"What is all this? Are you holding a meeting without me, Balin?" Thorin's deep voice rumbled gruffly behind me, and I gulped. Things were about to get even more awkward than they usually were. I could only hope that everyone would follow my plea and not say anything.

I wanted to state my feelings in my own way and in my own timing; not have my hand forced. Also, I didn't quite believe everyone's words about how much Thorin cared for me. I wanted to see for myself before I did anything, especially so now that I knew what I was looking for.

#thorin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x oc #thorin oakenshield x oc #misunderstanding #fanfic #fanfiction #the hobbit #dwarves #the company #a deep misunderstanding #realization #oblivious oc isn't so oblivious anymore #meddling company

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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For the Night

Fili X Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s 2k words long, you cannot escape me and my love for one (1) blond dwarf. I won’t let you. Happy Fili Friday! - Nemo

Summary: Fili starts acting like a love sick fool when he sees the keeper of an inn the Company is contemplating staying at for the night. His attention is only lessened when a small child started attaching itself to the keeper’s leg. But nevertheless, the Company stay the night - which is long enough for Fili to get answers out of the infatuating keeper.

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[Gif isn’t mine, found on google. Credit to owner.]

The Company was tired. Tired as hell.

They hadn’t had a safe place to rest for a couple weeks now, and after their stop at Bag-end to get Bilbo, the bar for ‘comfort’ and ‘safe’ just about doubled. Fili could tell everyone wanted to sleep in a bed just once rather than on the ground again. In fact everyone knew that.

The town ahead was promising, seeing as Fili could tell there were people around, and that it still wasn’t too busy.

The reason they hadn’t stopped before was how reluctant other places were to housing so many Dwarves. The Company had yet to find a place that was impartial to Dwarves - for Hobbit’s and Wizards, apparently it was fine - and therefore they’d been sleeping on the road, or on the outskirts of towns.

“Alright, some of us will go into town to try and see if there’s a place to stay, the rest of you will stay here.” Thorin started, turning to the Company as they settled on the side of the road. “Dwalin is with me, Balin can go on his own. Fili, take Kili and go search too - just do not cause trouble.”

“Aye Uncle, we want a warm bed for once as much as everyone else.” Kili started, flinging an arm over Fili’s shoulder. “We’ll be like little angels!”

“Sure you will.” With that Thorin set off, Dwalin in tow while Balin had already started off into town before Thorin had even asked him to. Fili and Kili followed after, babbling to themselves about anything and everything.

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“Beat it, shorties!”

That was the second prospective accommodation that they'd been thrown out of.

“People aren’t nice.” Kili said, adjusting his jacket as he glared back at the closed door. “Mahal, all we wanted was a place to stay.”

“We just have to keep trying Kee, don’t worry.”

“You Dwarves lookin’ for a place to stay?” an elderly man said, looking at the brothers from across the street. Fili shared a look with Kili before nodding. “Try up on the north hill. There’s an Inn there run by a Dwarrow. Might have better luck there.”

“Sir, thank you.” Fili said, nodding at the man before heading off to find the Inn.

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The place was quaint. Simple. Still homey. Fili loved it.

“It’s so quiet.” Kili said, quietly mumbling to his brother. “Maybe no one lives here and the townsfolk just keep the door unlocked.”

It was true, the Inn was very quiet. There wasn’t even another person there, and there was no noise. The only reason it looked lived in was because of the fire going on their left and the fact that everything was so clean.

“Doubt that.” Fili stepped forward, “Hello?” He called, and almost instantly they got an answer.

“Yes?” A voice said behind them. There in the doorway was the Dwarrowdam, an armful of chopped wood in her arms. “I’m sorry, I hope you haven't been waiting long.”

Fili couldn’t answer. He was in awe. She was beautiful. Sure, he hadn’t seen many Dwarrowdams in his life, he’d mostly just heard descriptions of them. But she surpassed any story description. Just by looking at her he could tell she was his One.

“Fee.” Kili said, elbowing Fili in the ribs, a smirk lathered over his face. Kili knew what happened to Fili, but like hell he’d let an opportunity pass. “The lass asked you a question.”

“Uhm, no. We weren’t waiting long at all!” Fili said, managing to gather his voice back, even if it was a bit high-pitched. She giggled at him, moving away from the doorway and further into the Inn.

“I’m afraid, Sir, that wasn’t my question.”

“Oh, sorry then. Um, what was the question?” Fili asked, following her as she started piling the wood near the fire.

“‘How can I help you?’” She repeated, smiling up at Fili.

His heart stopped.

She’d kill him at this rate.

“We need a place to stay.” he said, surprised at how easily he spoke, but he was sure it didn’t sound as nice as he thought it did. “No other place would take us because we are Dwarves and an older man said to come here because you run this Inn and we’d have a better chance asking for help here.”

“You and, I’m guessing, your brother needs to stay?”

“Yes.” Kili said, finally deciding to save Fili from any further ramblings. “But it’s not just us. There are eleven other Dwarves, and a Hobbit, and a Human.” She nodded, finishing stacking the wood, and stood up while wiping her hands on her apron.

“You’re asking for rooms for fifteen?” They nodded, and she hummed. “Well, I could use the business, but I’m afraid some of you might have to share a little more than a room.”

“That’s okay!” Fili started, “We have our own sleeping packs, so all we’d need is the room to set them up.”

“Then you’re welcome to stay.” she said, “My name’s (y/n).”

“I’m Kili, this is Fili -” Kili started then Fili joined, “-at your service.”

“Do you greet everyone new like that?” she said, letting out a sort of laugh.

“Amad,” a small voice then said, along with it came a small head from what could be a kitchen, “When is dinner?”

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“‘Amad’, that’s what the child said to her. She is a mother!” Fili said, and all Kili could do was roll his eyes.

“Fili, you’ve mentioned this at least five times. I’m now asking you to cease and desist.” Thorin said, managing to make his grumbling heard from all the way at the front of the group.

After the brothers had gathered Thorin, Dwalin and Balin, and shared the exciting news of a place to stay, Fili then proceeded to tell the story of the Innkeeper - and her apparent child.

“It’s a disaster Uncle.” Fili said, making his way up to Thorin. “I felt it the moment I saw her, she is my One, but she is obviously with another since she has a child! How could this happen?”

“Have you thought to ask her about it, or are you fixated on the dream of love at first sight and the need to wed her even though you’ve spoken only once?”

“Uncle,” Fili whined, “Don’t be so pessimistic!”

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“Amad, why are you cooking so much?”

“Because there are people staying over.”

“Like a sleepover?”

“A bit like that, yes. But they’re paying us to stay here, so we’ll look after them.” (y/n) looked down at the dwarfling at her feet. He was happily helping her and busying himself by dragging out a giant pot from the cupboard, and she was grateful he was so willing to give her a hand.

“You don’t usually make people pay you if you have a sleepover, do you?”

“No, Amrum, you do not.” She laughed, finishing chopping up the last potato. She then took the pot Amram was dragging, and placed it on the stove. She looked back at the boy. “You think you can do one more job for me before dinner?”

“Of course Amad! Anything for dinner.”

“Go fetch a couple more pieces of wood from outside, only two or three.” He nodded, already marching his way out the kitchen. “And don’t overload yourself again!”

“I won’t Amad!”

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“Look! There’s the Dwarfling!” Fili said, hitting Thorin’s shoulder and pointing at the boy running back inside the Inn, his arms full of wood.

“We get it, Fili. There is a child.” Thorin said, trudging his way up to the Inn.

The entire Company practically groaned at the warmth that the Inn emitted. They hadn’t even gone inside yet and they were practically melting where they stood.

After mumbling to themselves about how much they liked this already, they made their way inside.

“You made it back.” (y/n) said, coming from the doorway to the kitchen to greet them all. She took a look at everyone, nodding. “All the rooms are upstairs. They’re ready for you. You can take your pick of whichever you’d like.”

They all made their thanks, then teatered off to the rooms. Fili stayed behind, eyeing (y/n) as if he wanted to say something, but she took off after the others, obviously forgetting something.

“Dinner is in half an hour! If you’re late you miss out!” she called up the stairs, and unceremonial cheers came back down at her. She turned back, facing Fili. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

A beat of silence came, a smile creeped on (y/n)’s face, and soon they both let out a laugh.

“Sorry - I just… The child?” Fili said, gesturing around the room. She nodded, walking into the kitchen. Fili took that as a note to follow.

“Amrum, please get off the countertop.” She said, and Fili locked eyes with the child - of which was eating off a plate while sitting on the countertop.

“It’s the Dwarf.” Amram said, starting to climb off the counter, “You came before. You’re here for the sleepover.”

Fili kept looking at the boy, nodding, before looking over at (y/n) - she’d gone to cut some meat. Fili didn’t notice how hungry he was until just now.

“You want some of my bread? I’ve eaten some of it, but I haven’t licked the butter off.” Amrum offered, and it almost pained Fili to decline - his eyes were so wide, and he was very cute and Fili was hungry.

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“I can’t believe he likes you that much.” (y/n) said, her voice low and very quiet.

Amrun had fallen asleep on Fili a little over fifteen minutes ago - around the time the others of the Company dispersed to their warm rooms and beds with real pillows - and had yet to wake up. Fili felt his chest both swell and tighten.

Swell because this was a child, one he felt he needed to protect, and tighten because it wasn’t his, and he had a father already. At least Fili thought he did.

“I haven’t seen him like that with anyone besides me since his parents died.”

“What?” Fili said, frowning at (y/n) while slightly tightening his hold around the Dwarfling. “He calls you Amad, aren’t you his mother?” She shook her head.

“No, I’m his Aunt, but he’s only really known me as a mother. He was really young when my brother and sister-in-law died.”

She had started fiddling with the hem of her apron.

“You miss them, don’t you?” Fili said, even though he already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” she breathed, “This place was theirs too. Since they’re been gone it’s just been me and Amrum. It’s not easy.”

“I can imagine. But this lad seems like he behaves.”

“Most of the time.” She laughed, “You should see him when there’s no one around, it’s like he has a twin with how much mischief he gets up to.”

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“Will you come back Fee?” Amrum asked, looking up at the blond whose arms he was still being carried in.

(y/n) and Fili shared a look. Last night they had a talk. It wasn’t little, but it wasn’t all-bearing either. It was informative, and it did enlighten (y/n) to why all these Dwarves, a Hobbit and a Human were traveling together.

“How about we wait and see Amrum?” She said, holding out her hand for Amrum to take as Fili set him to the ground. “They all could be away for months yet, we’ll have to be patient.” Amrum looked down, kicking the dirt. He obviously wasn’t looking forward to his new friends leaving.

“Here,” Fili said, pulling out a dagger from his coat, “As a promise. When I get back, you’ll be throwing that with the precision of an eagle hunting it’s meal.” Fili held out the dagger to Amrum.

Amrum looked up at (y/n), she shook her head, but her eyes and the light smile on her lips told them it was okay. The Dwarfling took the dagger, holding it both hands with wide eyes.

“Wow. You’re really letting me keep it?”

“Sure thing kid. Just don’t cut yourself, and look after your Amad.”

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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Little Miss Warrior (chapter 4)

Little Miss Warrior (chapter 3)

The two of you get back to camp and Bombur and Bofur are getting lunch ready. Bofur is tossing boiled eggs at Bombur who is catching them in his mouth to entertain you. Balin is lounging in the shade of one of the nearby trees. Thorin gestures to you to sit on his bedroll. He starts to dig through his pack looking for something.

One by one, the remaining dwarves leave the lake and dry off. They dress and head back to the camp when they smell Bombur's cooking. Dwalin looks over to see Thorin has dumped his whole traveling pack out and is looking for something.

"What're ya lookin' for Thorin?" he asks.

Thorin looks up and then over to you. Then he looks up at Dwalin, who is now standing next to Thorin, looking down at the mess in front of him.

"I'm looking for stuff y/n can use for armor. The vambraces on her arms are not thick enough to protect her arms to the kinds of attacks she will see on this trip. She has no other armor.

Dwalin looks over at you and you shrug.

"Stand up, Lass. Show me what you have for armor." He tells you.

You stand and go to your pack and pull out the vambraces and the leather shirt you wear when traveling. You hold them out to him and he looks at them. His eyes get wide when he sees your father's vambraces. He shakes his head. "These are worn out, Lass." he says as Balin comes over to look at them.

"Does anyone have some extra leather?" Balin asks the group. Everyone moves to their packs and proceeds to dump them out on their bedrolls to look for anything that might work for you. Fili finds some extra leather (enough to line your vambraces to make them thicker), Kili finds a thicker leather brigandine vest and tosses it to you.

Bifur finds some leather and comes over and squats down and holds it to your shins. He nods and marks the leather for the width and length for both of your shins. He gets up and moves back to his bedroll. He makes motions to Bofur who looks at them and nods. He pulls out some leather straps and a couple spare buckles and tosses them to Bifur. Gloin hands over some leather and a belt to Bifur who grins and comes back over and looks up at you and says something. You look to Bofur for translation. Bofur asks Bifur something and Bifur nods.

"He wants to know if you'll let him hold the leather up to your thighs to measure it and see if there's enough to make some protection for your upper legs, Lass." he informs you. You look down at Bifur and nod. He measures the leather and mutters what you assume is a thank you, then heads back to his bedroll.

Dwalin goes to check on your harnesses and once they are completely dried, he hands them back to you, cleaned, oiled and already holding your weapons. You thank him and lay them on your pack, next to your sword that Balin laid there when he came back to the camp after swimming.

Over the course of the rest of the afternoon, you all ate lunch and you changed into your black leather traveling pants. Once everyone was done eating, the Company fitted you with better armor and more protective clothing for traveling in.

You thanked them all and beamed when you saw the leather leg greaves and even a belt complete with thigh armor, and leather tassets that would protect your front, side and back of the thighs!

Bifur had crafted them and engraved them with the designs from your grandfather's sword sheath and daggers! He even made spaces in them for you to sheath your thigh daggers and knives. Kili helped you with hiding them both in your new thigh pieces and also in other parts of your armor.

Finally they were all satisfied that you were sufficiently protected and you stood there in your new armor grinning from ear to ear. Thorin came up behind you smiling and placed around your neck his gorget to keep your upper neck and chest safe from swords or axes.

He whispered in your ear as he moved aside your hair to fasten the buckles. "Now you will be safe, amralime. Do you wish to try it out and see how well they work for you and if anything needs adjusting?"

You look up at him from over your shoulder and then down at your armor. You bend down and place your throwing axes on your new belt and then finally put your holster for your battle axes back on. You strapped on your grandfather's sword and moved about the camp getting a feeling for the new armor and how it affected your balance, gait and movement. You were still able to reach all your weapons and move so you nodded.

Everyone grinned and you moved back to the beach. "NO throwing me in the water this time!!!!!" you emphasized. They all laughed at the thought while you removed your grandfather's sword and asked Bilbo to hang onto it for you and told him not to lay it down anywhere. He nodded and slung it over his shoulder.

The dwarves made a circle around you and each took turns attacking you. You traded blows with them back and forth; they were careful how hard they hit you, until both you and them could gauge how hard a hit you could take before it hurt too much.

Dwalin and Thorin as well as Kili and Fili and Bofur had the most fun attacking you and getting you used to your new armor. Nearly everyone had contributed something to make sure you were protected. Some parted with precious leather scraps, others parted with spare straps, buckles, and lacings.

Suddenly you all heard rustling in the woods and you ran to Bilbo. He quickly handed you your sword and you had just finished buckling it to your waist when they emerged from the treeline.... Orcs.

It was a small hunting party and when they saw you all on the shoreline, they attacked. Luckily the dwarves all had their weapons and were not caught swimming. You chuckled at the thought.

Dwalin looking at you with a puzzled look. "At least they waited till you all were done swimming!" you giggled. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. You all formed a line and Bilbo hung back behind everyone not wanting to deal with Orcs at the moment.

Dwalin was on your left, Thorin was on your right. You pulled out your grandfather's sword and held it ready. Dwalin, Balin and Thorin grinned when they saw it glowing blue and it began to let out a humming sound. The orcs were close and saw the sword and froze.

Some who did not recognize the sword attacked and were quickly cut down by you and your companions. Making your sword hum louder as it cut the orcs to ribbons. The Orcs who recognized your sword were hesitant to attack.

You grinned. "Afraid of a little dwarvish sword?" you taunted.

They growled. "We know what that sword is you dwarvish filth! It has killed many of our kind!" they replied, retreating a few steps.

"Cowards!" Dwalin taunted. "You'd flee from a Lass with a sword! Now that's a new one!" He further taunted.

The orcs growled. They ran and attacked. You took a couple blows, but thanks to your armor, you were fine. Your sword sliced through the two Orcs who attacked you and Thorin and the other two attacked Dwalin, Balin and Bofur. The rest of the dwarves kept an eye out for any other Orcs, but none appeared after that. You looked at the dead orcs and growled. "They would have to come and desecrate this lovely beach with their blood!" you huffed.

The dwarves looked at you then at each other. They all grinned and laid their weapons near you and began to haul the bodies away from the beach and off to the side away from everything. Then they burned the bodies. By the time they finished, everyone was filthy again and it was getting close to dusk.

While they hauled the bodies, you cleaned the weapons that had been used and laid them by the packs of their owners.

When they got back, Dwalin showed you how to clean off your armor so it wouldn't be ruined. Then everyone went to the lake to clean up and get ready for supper. You and Thorin went to the deep end of the lake where you had bathed before while everyone else stayed by the shallow end.

You all quickly bathed and re-dressed as the evening was beginning to become cool. Though Thorin still took the opportunity to make love to you once more before you got out to get dressed, earning giggles from you and some teasing from the company.

When you all came back to camp. Bilbo came over to you as Thorin helped you pack up your armor. Once you were back to just traveling clothes, you sat down and enjoyed a nice cup of tea that he handed to you and Thorin. You both thanked him.

"Y/n, why did your grandfather's sword glow blue and sing when those Orcs were attacking?" Bilbo asked as he sat down. You giggled and looked at Thorin, who smirked.

Balin overheard the question and came over. "That sword, dear Bilbo, was a gift to y/n's grandfather from Glorfindel. He fashioned it specifically for her grandfather and enchanted it to glow blue when Orcs or Goblins are nearby; it's humming comes from the delight it takes in cleaving it's enemies, which is why it kills instantly with only one blow. It never needs sharpening and as you saw, it can cut the head off of an Orc in one swipe." Balin explains. "Only those of y/n's grandfather's lineage are able to wield it effectively." he explains.

"Ahhh." Bilbo replies. You nod.

Balin chuckles. "We should all get some food then rest tonight. We need to be heading out by morn'." he informs the group.

You stand and walk over to help Bombur with the stew he was preparing. Thorin watched grinning, unable to take his eyes off of you in those black leather pants.

Dwalin noticed Thorin's gaze and chuckled. "Are we gonna have to keep the two of you separated so you can focus, Lad?" he teases Thorin with a jab to his rib. Thorin growls and looks at Dwalin, his ears a bit pink.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dwalin." Thorin replies grumpily.

"I think you do, Thorin. Is she going to be a distraction for you? Because if she is, I'll make her the rear guard!" Dwalin threatens quietly.

Thorin sighs and looks down. "Mahal, I was not expecting to find my One on this journey, Dwalin. All I can think about is her now." he sighs.

Dwalin grumbles. "I thought so. Thorin, you NEED to focus on the quest... Otherwise we might as well just head back to the Blue Mountains. We can't travel and have you distracted by the Lass, even if she is your One." he reminds Thorin. "There's too much at risk to let your guard down with such distractions!" He prods Thorin.

"I know, Dwalin!" Thorin growls, trying to keep y/n from hearing the conversation. "I know." he says again, quieter. "I just need time to think." he says and gets up and walks to the far end of the lake.

You look up and see Thorin walking away from the camp and start to follow, but Dwalin grabs your arm. "Let him go, Lass. He has some thinkin' he needs to do. He needs to start focusing on the next leg of the journey and can't afford distractions." he says quietly.

You look up at him and feel your eyes start to sting. You nod and look across the lake to where Thorin is walking. You turn back and grab your things. Everyone watches as you repack and don your belongings. "What are ya doin' Lassie?" Bofur asks.

"I'm going off over there, where I won't be a distraction for a certain dwarf." you tell them and move your pack away from the group so you will be out of Thorin's line of sight once he gets back to camp.

Balin looks up annoyed at Dwalin. "What'd you go and do that for?" he asks, smacking his brother on the arm.

"Thorin is struggling to focus, Balin. She's distracting him and she's all he thinks about!" he replies quietly. Balin sighs, "Well ya didn't have to go and kick her out of the camp!" he scolds Dwalin.

"I didn't!" Dwalin defends. Balin rolls his eyes.

He gets up and goes to sit by Y/n. "Aren't ya gonna be cold over here, Lass?" he asks.

You look up. "Perhaps, Balin, but I don't want to be a bother and a distraction to Thorin. I understand he needs to focus on your quest and not on me." you tell him quietly. "I'm content to wait and stay in the background until the mountain is won." you inform him.

Balin sighs, "That's very considerate of ya lass, but I don't think Thorin will see it that way. When he returns he will be worried if he doesn't see ya. If ya keep your distance and push him away, he will think you do not want to be with him and will think ya no longer want to be married to him. You two need to talk and figure out together how to handle this. He will need time to focus on the quest, but he will also need you for the peace and love you give to him." Balin tells you.

"Let him do his thinking, and when he comes back to camp go to him and talk about this. Ask him what he needs from you so that you are not a distraction to him as we travel and see what you can do to help him stay focused on the quest." Balin suggests.

You sigh and nod.

"Come on now, Lass, Bombur has supper almost ready, come back and sit where you were so Thorin doesn't begin to worry." Balin says as he stands and offers you his hand.

You nod, stand and walk back with him. You place your pack near Thorin's but leave distance there so he can have his space. You go back to helping Bombur finish supper. When it is ready, you begin to hand out the bowls of stew and the bread to the dwarrow.

They thank you and you look out across the lake, seeing that Thorin hasn't returned yet. You leave his bowl near the fire to stay warm and tell Bombur he isn't allowed to eat it nor the leftovers until Thorin has eaten his fill. Bombur looks at you sheepishly, and nods.

You sit down and eat your supper. When you are full, Kili and Fili collect the bowls and eating utensils and head to the lake to wash them. They return and hand everyone back their eating utensils and bowl. Then everyone settles down for the night. Some talking quietly, others smoking their pipes. Dwalin takes first watch as everyone begins to settle down for the night.

You get up and walk to the large boulder near the lake. You climb onto it and look up at the stars. Thinking about how quickly your life has changed since meeting these dwarrow. You watch the moon slowly glide across the sky, shining it's silver light onto the land and lake.

"Ya should lie down and get some sleep, Lass." Dwalin says quietly as he comes up behind you. "You ok?" he asks.

You continue to look up at the stars. "I'm fine, Dwalin. I just needed to do some thinking too." you reply.

"I'm sorry I came off as an ass earlier." he apologized. "I didn't mean to make ya think that ya should leave camp." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know. I guess I was just upset and frustrated." you reply. "I don't want to hinder you all and I certainly do not want to distract Thorin from his duties and focusing on this quest." you reply.

"I'm content to wait and stay in the background until Erebor is reclaimed." you tell him. "I'm not essential for the success of this quest, he is." you mention.

Dwalin comes up and stands beside the boulder and looks at you for a minute. "You are essential, Lass. You have given Thorin something none of the rest of us could." he tells you.

You look at him puzzled.

"You give him hope for a future in Erebor. Before he wanted to reclaim it for his kin. Now he wants that but he also wants to reclaim it for HIS home with YOU." You have given him peace, love, and a future that only someone who is his One can offer. He has been happier these last few days since finding you, than he has in all the years I've known him." he tells you.

You look at him speechless.

Dwalin chuckles. "Just be there for him when he needs you. You can be in the background if he'll let you, but don't be surprised if he wants you by his side. But you'll have to help him keep his focus on the quest and not on humping you like a love-sick bunny in the spring!" he teases, chuckling.

You look at him in disbelief for a moment then when he raises an eyebrow and gives you a wink and a smirk, you bust out laughing. "Ok, Dwalin. I will try to rein him in." you giggle.

He pats your back and thanks you. Then he turns and heads for the camp.

After a while, you see Thorin's shadow moving along the edge of the lake. You watch as he comes up the beach to you, not noticing you sitting on the boulder.

You begin to hum quietly and he looks up surprised. He comes over to you and helps you down off the boulder. "Amralime." he says and kisses you gently.

"I wondered when you were going to come back." you tell him. "Your supper almost got eaten by Bombur." you tease.

Thorin chuckles. "It wouldn't be the first time, my Love."

"It is sitting by the fire, waiting for you, Amralime. I threatened him that he could not have leftovers nor your food until after you had eaten." you giggle.

Thorin grins and takes you in his arms. "Thank you, my Love." he says and kisses you again.

"Come," you say quietly and you lead him back to camp. He sits down on his bedroll and you bring him his supper. He pulls you down next to him and then begins to eat.

"You lie down and put your head on his lap, using his thick thighs as a pillow. He looks down at you and chuckles. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to drip this on you?" he asks. You shake your head, 'no'.

He quickly finishes eating and then sets the bowl down off to the side. You stand up and untie your bed roll from your pack and get ready for bed. You don't notice Thorin pulling your bed roll next to his and when you look, he is laying on them looking up at you.

You raise an eyebrow and he motions for you to come join him. You pull your pack over to be near his and take off your harness with the battle axes and unhook your belt with the throwing axes, and thigh protectors. You take your throwing axes and place them under your make shift pillow.

Thorin watches you and chuckles. You grin and toe off your boots and set them by your pack. You snuggle in next to Thorin and he wraps the two of you in his fur cloak.

You hear Dwalin chuckle and Thorin looks up at him. "She disappears under that. Looks like she isn't even there, except for her feet stickin' out the bottom." he teases.

You poke your head out the top and glare at him. He just chuckles again and tells the two of you to go to sleep... "and no humping like bunnies!" he teases, making Thorin chuckle and rub himself against your bum. You give his thigh a smack and he chuckles.

"Goodnight, amralime." he whispers in your ear as he nuzzles your neck and peppers it with kisses. You tell him the same thing and he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and places his hand between your breasts. "Mine." he whispers. "I love you." he tells you as the two of you fall into a deep, restful sleep.

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“So, remember those prompts... well, I got more for you. Need 13 and 31, have fun with those two. ;P” requested by @fortheloveofhargrove

#13: “I thought you were dead.”

#31: “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

warnings: ANGST

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Billy clicked his tongue and sang along to some mindless catchy tune beneath his breath as he eyed the dark and lonely road ahead of him. The radio was playing something he’d never even heard of before, but he was in a mood so good, so rare that it didn’t even matter. Drives like these were his favorite, when the world would just shut the fuck up for a second and he could run away to fantasy land in peace without any unwelcome intrusions. His right foot eased the gas pedal further down, gradually accelerating in hopes to arrive at his destination early so he could surprise her once she’s off the plane. The blonde boy behind the wheel felt almost as if he’d gotten slapped in the face with nostalgia as he recalled the last conversation he’d had with her before leaving.

Goodbyes were a thing that were never not painful or unsettling. That all too familiar dread of not knowing whether it’ll be the last time he’d see her, hug her, hell; even fucking smell her. As if it happened only yesterday, the boy could still hear the girl’s soft weeping muffled in his chest, can practically feel the way her body moved up and down with each broken sob. It was difficult to see someone usually so fearless, so composed and put together, like some CIA agent from an action flick break down and curl into him for warmth and support. He let a couple (okay, maybe more than a couple) salty tears of his own fall as he held her in his lap.

Y/N had been an irreplaceable constant back in the glory days, her having never broken his trust nor the laundry list of promises she’d sworn once the heartache of his departure had blown over. It was foolish to think that even for a second he could get over the bitterness of starting all over again at some mundane public school. It was also just as foolish to think he could just forget about missing her as the weeks turned to months and the months added up to a year. But that was just another ploy the universe threw his way, seemingly enjoying Billy’s pain and suffering. Tonight though, tonight was gonna be different. He won’t let a single thing overshadow him any longer. He refused to listen to his inner tormentor deep down that laughed whenever he tried rationalizing how he would go about giving his confession, telling her his secret. As Billy goes over the script in his head, he clears his throat and adjusts the rear view mirror to himself as he practices his performance again. Real casual-like, he flashes a smile over at his reflection, pretending it’s her that’s watching.

“Y/N, lookin’ ah, looking good. Beautiful, actually. Know you already got a line of guys tellin’ you this every damn day, but I mean it when I say you somehow get prettier every time I see you. I really missed us hanging out, y’know? Takes me back to all those long nights, and uh... since I left I’ve been thinkin’ a lot...” he licks his lips and thinks back to the lines he’d gone over in his head like clockwork. His face twists into something more down and depressing, like whatever he’s trying to say will only burden their already troubled lives. “Too much, actually. I realize I’ve done almost nothing else worth my fucking time here except think of you whenever I feel shitty or, or like when everything is too much yet not enough. It’s been — been one of the only things I feel has real meaning to it for once, actually makes sense. ‘Cause you get me, and no one ever surprises me unless you do, and ah...” the blushing blonde shakes his head, a stray blonde curl falling to his forehead in the process of scolding himself with a swear before starting over.

“You know what? Fuck this. Let’s just go. We could just fuck off somewhere, go get a couple drinks, have a couple laughs, and... fuck. Shut up, you idiot. Don’t quote Die Hard on her for fuck sake,” he slaps his palm on his face, scoffing at his own stupidity before his eyes grew twice their size realizing how close the airport had become in the distance. He feels the same old doubt return right over his shoulder, and it smirks as if it’s being proven right; that telling her what he feels really is a horrible mistake. That it’s nothing but a rotten idea he’ll regret when she laughs in his face and turns around to fly right back to Santa Monica.

Billy’s heart is practically in his mouth by the time he pays for the ridiculously priced parking ticket and makes his way to the gate. His fucking leg somehow decides to grow a mind of its own, bouncing up and down with urgency while his teeth are occupied with chewing his fingernails down to the nub. He remembers when the roles were reversed once upon a time, when he was on the plane and she was the one agitated while sitting in the airport. Y/N still had that precious pink flush coating her cheeks when he was ready to board his flight, holding onto one of his biceps when she’d whispered something in his ear that had stuck with him:

”Don’t ever forget to remember me, okay?”

When Billy finally opens his eyes back up to the world around him, a herd of exhausted and enthusiastic travelers alike have exited the gate and met their loved ones with tired hugs and kisses. He rubs his pant leg to settle down while eagerly scoping the crowd for her hair or her face. When his wide eyes finally lands on her, the twang in his gut seeps back up to the surface, making Billy helplessly weak in the knees as he throws himself off the chair and into a pose ready for a warm welcome. He flails his arms in the air for her attention and calls out her name with repetition like a nuisance, both careless and unaware of the ruckus he’s stirred in front of all the annoyed families surrounding him. When Y/N had seen it was Billy that was screaming up a storm, her face cracks up into that same shit-eating grin he’s always known and loved then jogs over. The desperate pair reunite in the middle.

“I thought you were dead or something, asswipe! Why didn’t you ever write or call?” Y/N squealed in his arms as he picks her up and spins her around with sloppy grace. Billy bites his lower lip as he puts her down, his hands going down to cup her cheeks with tenderness, as if she were something to be cherished forever, and she is.

“Eh, some things are just better said face-to-face I guess,” he shrugged, giving her cheek a peck before bending over to pick her bags up and swing them effortlessly over his shoulder. As they bicker back and forth like the good old days while making their way to the dark busy parking lot, Billy can say with utter undeniable truth that he genuinely feels all is right with the world again.

—

“I can’t believe I’m even here right now and finally seeing this dump that stole my best friend with my own two eyes. I mean I got like eighty bucks to my name, little to no idea where I’ll stay, but I actually made it!” she hollered, playfully giving the blonde’s ass a painless smack. He reacted with a bashful jump and a laugh, struggling with her bags under pressure. “Can’t wait to see your car again ‘cause man I missed her. Old Martha still runnin’ smooth and pretty, I presume?”

Billy felt breathless as he set her luggage down to the pavement, reaching for his car keys to unlock the trunk before hauling them inside and slamming it closed. He stops to look back at her with a twinkle of mockery in his eye.

“So that’s what you named my car, huh? Martha?” he fact-checks, going over to the passengers side to open it for her, the chivalry he only abided by around her in particular coming back like it never left at all. Like they were still the same confused teenagers first meeting, getting into mischief just to busy their bland, empty agendas. She gives him a half-hearted shrug before explaining.

“Heard it’s good luck to name everything you own, amirite? Plus, you got no right making fun of that name. That’s my aunt’s name, ‘case you forgot stealing all her pot from her sock drawer and smoking it with me at school,” Y/N retorts with a finger pointed at him accusingly. The blonde behind the wheel let’s out a sarcastic ha ha at the memory, starting up the Camaro and backing out as the girl in the passenger’s side messes with the radio. The fond memories have flooded back almost uncontrollably; he can’t wait to make more, even if they only had tonight.

“In our defense that’s a shitty place to hide all that dope, alright? And uh, pretty sure that’s with boats. You name a boat and that gives you good luck. Not a car, you fuckin’ genius.”

Her face scrunches up in thought as if that’s the most mind-boggling thing she’s ever heard, and it ruins Billy with how fucking cluelessly perfect the facial expression is. He watches with intent as she snaps out of it in a hurry. “What you just said makes literally no sense, but I’ll ignore the ridicule and cut to the chase, Bilbo. What is it you’ve been up to without me or the beach? Gone insane yet?” she teased the last part in his ear, putting a hand on his right shoulder and giving it a squeeze. It takes Billy a moment to try and get used to how normal this really is, being touched by her, and he’d nearly forgotten that she’ll give any guy with a heartbeat the exact same treatment. Billy wasn’t an exception, and surely he wasn’t the first guy to get butterflies either.

With a clear of his throat, he throws back on his social mask for stability before shaking his head, the disbelief out in the open within his tone. “Are you fucking kidding, Smalls? ‘Course I did. What good is anywhere or anything when it doesn’t involve you or the goddamn beach?” Billy finished, finding his way onto the main road and putting the airport in his rear view. The driver thinks back two years prior and reminisced on all the adventures they had in Santa Monica before the inevitable happened. He fixed his hair absentmindedly (maybe even a little self-consciously) before reluctantly rambling on under his breath about what’s been ruined since he got taken away from paradise.

“Not a lot goes on ‘round here. Seriously. Place reaks like cowshit, haven’t met anyone worth my time. Max doesn’t seem to think so though, I guess. She’s even made more friends than me. Like... sure, I found this group of jackasses that worship me for knowin’ how to hold my booze, but I haven’t found anything like what we had. Not even close.” Billy swallows, looking back up to the rear view mirror like how he practiced on the way over. It isn’t the same, and he feels too vulnerable saying anything like that out loud with her sitting right fucking there. So he does what any man in the right mind would do, and reacts to his fear, his doubt. He backs down and changes the subject without looking in her direction to see her face. The boy faked a chuckle, an unconvincing one, then keeps his eyes on the road so he doesn’t fucking crash them.

“Tried to liven things up a little, but it’s so goddamn boring, y’know? So uh, anyway, that’s... yeah.”

It starts off sounding so pitiful, then it ends so fucking weak and pathetic. The blonde foolishly hoped and hoped, knowing he could do it, could put everything into English and say it. But he can’t. It gets stuck on his tongue, stuck like a gross aftertaste of something he can’t get rid of. It stings.

He feels his other leg not pressed on the gas physically twitch when the girl beside him puts a palm on his lap to soothe him of imaginary worries. Her eyes were practically scraping to get inside his soul and have it be her own place to call home when he merely glanced at her. It took an enormous amount of will power not giving in to the temptation, but he pulls it off by distracting himself with views of the dark road ahead.

“Yeah, also uh, my old man won’t know you came here for me. I made sure of it. We’ve got all night to catch up,” he ended on a high note, now finding himself grin at all the possibilities awaiting as the girl now has taken to copying him by eyeballing the lifeless scenery out the window that is Hawkins.

After a hasty moment, she hums to acknowledge him and follows it up with a soft, somewhat unsure murmur. “That’s good. Great, actually. I um, I got lots of shit to fill you in on, and I mean a lot, but... anyways, it’s not important. Fuck. Hey, there any places to eat ‘round here? I’m starving,” she finished with glee, deciding to ditch the mood-killing approach at telling him what had happened to her while he was gone.

The blonde hums as he threw a smile at the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in excitement, back in the groove. He had just overreacted, that’s all. Their evening didn’t have to depend on what she said back. He could tell her later on and be at peace whether or not she reciprocated his longing for more.

“Alright. Well uh, lucky for you, Smalls, I know just the right place for us. Get ready for the baddest burgers in this shit town, ‘kay?”

Y/N let out a snort after holding her breath a beat too long, shoving her partner’s shoulder before gluing her eyes to the road.

—

“... So then I’m running as fast as I possibly can to get outta there before this fat guy could catch me, he even threatened me with a goddamn gun. Surprisingly he was really fast, too, alright. Like — like The Flash fast. ‘Coulda almost beat ‘em too, but right after I’m rushing to hop this fence, I jump too high and lose my grip. The ground really knows how to whoop my ass,” Billy snorted as he incessantly raved about the shit pot he’d stirred. After trespassing private property not only on a school night, but also at four in the morning. “Oh, also landed right on the money maker,” he smirked, gesturing towards his face with a French fry covered in ketchup between his fingers. “I think I lost a tooth while I was at it, too.”

“Fucking A, Billy! Dude, to be fair, from the sound of it you really got what you deserved,” Y/N pointed out while marveling at his male idiocracy, a goofy scowl plastered on her face as she shook her head back and fourth. She dropped the napkin she’d crumbled up in her palms to her half-empty plate of a classic diner burger and the French fries that Billy had no shame in picking at. He nodded while looking like he was proud of the chaos he’d created, taking his partner’s Cherry-Vanilla Coke and slurping the remaining sip through the straw. He hadn’t had an appropriate moment to give telling her their situation another try, but he’s content with the comfortable familiarity of exchanging both horrific and grotesque stories in each other’s absence. It felt like slipping on an old pair of boots that still fit somehow, still felt good to wear and walk around in, and he wasn’t willing to unlace them or take them off quite yet.

“Yeah yeah, what goes around comes around. I know. Speaking of which, you uh, you got any news to tell me?” the boy asked suspiciously, recalling how their only topic of conversation all night had been solely regarding his whereabouts and only vague answers coming from her. “I know you weren’t up to any good either, Smalls. Pretty hard to deny, what with our reputations and all.” he grinned, pulling a nearly empty pack of Menthols and sticking one on his lip, signaling their waitress for the check with a hand gesture. Y/N’s face twists into something worrisome, brows knitted, lip bit, arms crossed like she wanted to disappear. She was hiding something.

The uneasiness doesn’t rest lightly on the boy’s shoulders at her expression, and thankfully their waitress has great timing and clears their table of their finished goods.

“Can we talk outside, maybe? Or, or just go— just go somewhere where we can —“

Billy scrambled to assure her that her wish was his command, breaking whatever unwelcome tension with a helpful hand on her shoulder. “Of course, Smalls. You don’t know where you’re staying tonight, right?”

A watery smile spreads on her small face, a slight shake of the head that says no, I’ve had no idea where the fuck to stay every night for months, dipshit.

“Look, I have a plan for you, okay? Got you money for a room at this motel not very far, I’ll take care of you.” he swore, unzipping his jacket and covering her back with it as the frosty air nipped their cheeks on the way outside. The moon glowed in the sky, acting like a night light for them as they approached Old Martha, cranking the heat in as soon as they were both safe inside.

The pair sit in silence, the boy unaware of what’s changed or made her stiffen up; the girl unaware of how she’ll confess something that only a select few know and have already judged.

“Now what— no, who the hell is it that made you this upset, huh?” he threatens to the unknown source of his best friend’s pain, already getting revved up to fly back home and settle this out with his fists. Their destinated motel only a mile away and seatbelts not even fastened.

“I’ve — I’ve been keeping something from you.”

Billy blinks stupidly and throws his hands off the steering wheel and in the air. Could this be it? Could it mean the same thing as him keeping something from her? Nothing is getting answered fast enough, and he’s so sick of waiting. “Okay? And what the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Y/N chews her bottom lip and rests her elbow on the door, her palm now gathering the dramatic beads of sweat from her forehead. “It means I’ve got a reputation; you know, I know, the whole fucking population of Santa Monica knows, Billy! You don’t need to act dumb, okay, it isn’t cute anymore.”

The driver squints in utter bewilderment, finally pushing the brake with impatience, making them bounce forward at the sudden stop. The Camaro sits outside the motel as droplets of rain grow heavier and louder as it pecks on the windows. It could almost drown out the feeling of intensity in the small space.

The blonde pinched the bridge of his nose like an irritated diva, pairing that with a seemingly apathetic eye roll. “I was only kidding back there about that shit. You know I don’t believe that nonsense about you... sleepin’ around or whatever, okay. I only believe you. I trust your word over those assholes and their tendency of spreading fucked up lies about any girl in school, ‘kay?”

Y/N felt on the brink of a drastic explosion, going as far as to open the window and sticking her head outside to feel the raindrops pool around her face, tickling her with its’ gentleness.

“Hey, get your head back in here. You’re gonna catch a cold, and then you’ll have to fly back home sick tomorrow, alright, so could we just cut the charade and talk like adults—” Billy’s reprimand was interrupted by Y/N’s surprising outburst.

“I don’t have a home anymore!” she screeched, yanking her head back inside and flipping her wet hair out of her face before crossing her arms stubbornly. “It was taken away from me. Got kicked out ‘cause of my reputation,” she trailed off as he turned his head to the side in concern mixed with confusion, his jaw wide enough to catch flies. Before spitting another useless question at her, he swallowed with unstoppable nerve and cautiously reached over to her door and roll the window back up.

“Smalls, I’m — I’m fucking sorry. So sorry. But right now all’s I wanna do is get you nice and dry. Cozy too, and in our own space with no one to bother us or... or even kick us out. I’m gonna get your bags, we’ll go fetch a room, and then continue this by then, okay?” he whispered, finding his fingers had gotten wet while delicately petting her damp locks. Her lips wiggled like she was gonna blow into tears any second, and he really hated the sight, but whoever was responsible in making her homeless was gonna be sorry they ever caused someone as close to Billy as she was so much pain.

The rain came down and soaked the blonde’s hair, color fading to a chestnut brown under the weather as he fumbled with his keys to get into the trunk as fast as possible. Her bags weren’t the lightest, but it must’ve been nearly all her belongings if she didn’t have a home anymore. They rested like rocks on his back and in his grasp as he gave Y/N the signal to hurry out as to not get any more drenched than her face had already become. Billy spits on the pavement before counting down from three on his fingers, and as soon as he got to one she was out and flailing in the rain with him, both eager to get warmth and shelter. Some giggles were even shared as they cringed feeling their clothes sticking to their bodies before finally making it inside.

The guy behind the counter wasn’t amused by their boisterous entrance, but they couldn’t find it in them to feel bad. After getting themselves a room key, they forced themselves to put a hault on their dispute for now, just like pressing the pause button on a TV remote; Billy rubbing her lower back in the elevator once he’d set her luggage down and Y/N leaning further into him as tears threatened to wilt out of her. Finding room 1408 thankfully wasn’t like a game of Where’s Waldo, and they’d both gotten comfortable quickly in the tidy space. The boy had set her things down as she fled to the restroom. He’d taken to counting all the shapes he could make out on the tacky wallpaper and got stopped at number fifty-eight. Y/N emerged from the bathroom much drier yet back in a similar state as before; frightened and uncomfortable. Taking action, he threw himself off the King sized bed and took her into his embrace.

“You’re safe with me, you do realize that, right?” he muttered, trying his hardest to keep it together like the broken girl in his arms. She trembled in a way that said she didn’t know she was safe, like she still felt wrong. In one swift movement, she shoved him backward and left him stumbling in ignorance and hurt, barely giving him a warning before she finally snapped.

“It’s true what those boys said about me, what I did with them. You would’ve known that by now if you had a goddamn brain instead of this... this giant heart of a puppy,” she cradled her head in guilt and shame for everything coming from her mouth, stepping back and avoiding his eyes all together. “I slept with the basketball team, the football team, even the fucking tennis club! You name it, I’ve fucked it. You know what’s crazy about this, other than the amount?” she asked rhetorically, her voice winding down to a broken whisper.

Billy feels his eyes well up and he doesn’t put energy into stopping it. There are veins bulging, flaming up in places he hadn’t even known he had. He recalls all the side eyed looks from the boys while he walked down the halls with her, when he’d ditch to smoke her aunt’s dope with her, or in class laughing with her. They weren’t ogling him because they thought they’d be a cute couple. They were laughing at him in silence because he was whipped for Santa Monica’s school skank.

“I don’t regret all of it; well, all but one. You, you remember Chris Hooker, he was your runner up? Chris fucking idolized you, Billy. He wanted to be like you so bad that... he thought one way of being like you was to get with me. And I let him after you left, I was so lonely that I’d do just about anything to cover up the shitstorm of losing you; and if that meant fucking this guy that always dressed like you and acted like you all the time— then so be it.” Y/N shrugged, trying to wipe the endless waterfall of tears as she watched Billy break too.

“You... you didn’t—“ he tried to deny, shaking his head and mimicking her by cradling his head in his hands as he walked in circles back and fourth, not believing anything he’s hearing. She sniffled and rubbed her nose with her sleeve before coming closer to him, looking him in the eye the first time since her confession begun.

“It happened, and I’ve never been this sorry about anything in my life, Billy. In fact, I even said sorry to him, ‘cause I couldn’t take care of it or even myself after he knocked me up and turned my life into this, this total hellhole—“

“You got kicked out because they found out,” Billy mumbles when he came to the realization, staring as if he were hypnotized by the painting of an angel hung up on the wall behind her. “They found out that you got pregnant, then you got rid of it... so they ended up punishing you.”

Y/N clung to him tighter before confirming with an uneasy nod, a sob escaping and tearing through her as she got red.

“I never named it, so I guess it didn’t bring good luck, remember?” she reminded him of their previous conversation when she first landed, stroking his arms up and down with tenderness. “You um, you missed a part of the story actually, a really important one.”

The blonde recoiled from his partner and scrubbed his arms in hysteria, feeling hopeless and weak and like all his doubt had fed to his brain was right. He wasn’t an exception. He wasn’t the good guy, he was just another guy going nuts for the same girl everybody else in their entire class ever did.

“Stop it! Stop hurting yourself, Billy, this is my fault. I should’ve told you sooner that—“

“What? What’s left to say now?”

“That I—“

”WHAT?” his fists were clenched and thick at his sides, the jealousy and the disgust overtaking him and fueling a fire that hadn’t started over night.

“That I love you!” she had shouted, both of them spiraling out of the devastating tornado of abandonment and lies, now joining together in the middle; mirroring their warm welcome at the airport just hours before. Billy’s fingers shoved her by her hips so that they were skin-to-skin as he finally went in for the kiss all the guys back home already knew but he himself had never gotten to experience. They were both gone, desperate for their touches and their actions to say everything they’d wanted to say. The apologies, the love, the hurt. She tasted lovely on his tongue, and he waited for the need to breathe to become nearly unbearable before even thinking of pulling away. Their mouths made a smacking sound as their lips left eachothers, making Billy let out a helpless, weak in the knees sounding moan.

“And to finish the missing part, um... I can’t keep kissing random strangers pretending that they’re you,” she whispers in his ear, bashfully coming back down from her tippy-toes right after giving a playful nibble to his ear and a warm kiss on the cheek. Billy thinks back to his alone time talking in the mirror, all the things he said and wrote down, practiced for this very moment. Like clockwork, he spouts the rehearsed lines out that felt like daggers holding inside.

“Smalls... since I’ve been gone, ah... all’s I’ve done is nearly nothing worth my time except, only except thinking of you when I feel like everything is a lot. And also like everything was never really enough. It’s like one of the only things I feel like has meaning to it for once. ‘Cause you get me, I get you. No one ever surprises me unless you do. And I fucking love you even more, Y/N, and I’d like to make you forget. Forget about those dicks, forget about your parents. You’re with me from here on out, you understand? Smalls?” he opens his eyes to see her doing that thing again, where she scrapes into his soul and nests inside, makes it a home for herself. It makes him melt in all the right and wrong ways imaginable.

“I understand.”

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Blood and Bonds

Pt1 of combined prompts 25/26

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“Please Thorin..you are my friend, my brother, my King. Please see that this is changing you. The Lass has abandoned us. Bilbo is growing ill. The men are hungry and tired, we need you.”

In a snarl Thorin opened his blackened lids revealing two differing eyes, one with a slit for an iris surrounded by a deeper glowing blue than the other glowing eye. Wing now hidden by the fur coat across the King’s back shifting and in a guttural tone he near to roared out, “Find My Stone!!”

Flinching back Dwalin watched the lips of the King darkening and protruding to a snout. It was more than a sickness it was a curse and their only hope, the Wizards they had brought with them from the Shire had abandoned them. Bowing his head in a pained groan of the King slinking back into the shadowy throne room Dwalin stepped back three paces and turned to join his kin hoping that you had not left them entirely, that you had gone for help, for supplies, anything. Anything but just having gone.

Will you hold the line?

When every one of them is giving up or giving in, tell me

In this house of mine?

Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me

Will the stars align?

Will heaven step in? Will it save us from our sin? Will it?

'Cause this house of mine stands strong

“Bilbo?” Your hand smoothing across his forehead with a cloth as he muttered in a tongue you could not identify echoing a deeper hiss. In and out of consciousness he had slipped and again you had found his fist clenched in his pocket while he slumbered. Wrenching his hand back you muttered an immobilizing spell locking him in place unable to fight back as you folded the ring in his hand in the cloth you had wiped his face with. Lowly you muttered a deep sleeping charm and loosened the immobilizing charm.

Elrond has told you about the Ring, mainly his try to have it destroyed. All you needed was a volcano, ironically enough, normal fire or forges wouldn’t cut it. Mordor was three months away, however, Angmar just a two day trek, across equally as dangerous orc infested lands, but two days none the less with a convenient volcano smack dab in the center of it. There was magic for this. In this you could help. You had no clue how to fix Thorin, how to free him from his curse so you had to flee and try this before he would turn entirely.

That's the price you pay

Leave behind your heartache, cast away

Just another product of today

Rather be the hunter than the prey

And you're standing on the edge, face up 'cause you're a

It wasn’t hard to slip back out of the mountain and cross those plains again. Though you would have to trail the northern borders of the self King’s land. Meaning you would have to explain how you escaped and what you were doing. And surely this was far more dangerous than waking a dragon. Thousands could flood straight down to the unsuspecting Elves, meaning you had to be fast, you had to be stealthy. Two words that anyone with eyes could see you weren’t as you clambered sloppily up onto the first boulder to get up onto the rocky path outlining the massive trees.

A glance back at the hand that caught your foot that slipped off a crumbling ledge to find a familiar red headed Elleth followed by the blonde haired Prince and Lord Glorfindel behind them. Facing forward again you pulled yourself up onto the ledge you had been trying to reach and sat down asking, “What are you doing here?”

Tauriel, “Where are you going?”

“You don’t answer a question with a question, why are you following me?”

At once when he hopped up after Tauriel Legolas stayed, “You kidnapped us.”

“I beg your pardon?!”

Tauriel, “It’s the King’s pardon you should be begging..”

On your feet you hoped up, “I did not kidnap you, you lot followed me!”

Sharply you turned and Glorfindel trotted a few steps to catch your side asking, “Where are you going?”

“I did not kidnap you! I am going this way and you are going home!”

Glorfindel’s hand folded around your upper arm turning you to stop for a moment, “Where are you going? You are unarmed.”

“Says you. Angmar.”

They all asked, “Why?!”

In a huff you replied, “Bilbo and Thorin need help.”

Legolas moves closer, “They are in Angmar?”

“No.”

You said pulling your arm out of the Lord’s hold, only for the Prince to move with you making you say, “Go home!”

Hastily Legolas sloppily tied a slip of rope from his shoulder around his hands and looped the other end over your arm, “You kidnapped us.”

“You-!” In a growl between your clenched lips to keep from shouting you threw the rope back at him and stormed away, “Go home!”

Tauriel, “But we are witnesses!”

Over your shoulder you asked seeing them hurrying after you while Legolas wound his rope up again he slung over his shoulder trotting after you as well. “Witnesses to what exactly?!”

Legolas, “We would know that if you would tell us why you are heading for Angmar!”

“I said, to help Bilbo and Thorin!”

Glorfindel, “Who are not there?”

“Exactly!”

At your side Tauriel asked, “If they are not in Angmar then why travel there?”

“I have something I have to do.”

Legolas, “Yes and you have kidnapped us to aid in the matter.”

Sharply you stopped and flared up at Glorfindel, “You are older than the both of them! Make them stop saying I kidnapped them!”

Glorfindel, “Technically I was reborn 400 years ago, they both outrank me in age.”

“Well then technically…oh if I didn’t have self control I would bite you.”

A blush coated his cheeks and you inhaled as he said, “I was not aware that you shared my affections.” Turning forward you kept moving onwards and he hurried back to your side, “Kindly, forgive my ignorance. I did not believe I could have deserved your affections. Now that we have voiced our intentions I certainly will not abandon you.”

In a grumble you kept going and Tauriel asked again, “Are we retrieving something? In Angmar?”

In a huff you replied, “There is a spell I know, and it has to be done in Angmar.”

Legolas, “Ah! So what is our battle strategy? Have you uncovered a secret passage?”

“I am not entering Angmar.”

Glorfindel, “Surely we are not being ordered to go in alone for an item while you cast this spell?”

The worry in his eyes had you say, “No one is going in Angmar. Now stop asking.”

You looked forward again and Tauriel asked, “Why? Will harm befall us if we are informed of the tasks?” For a moment you inhaled sharply then reached up to grip the top of another boulder that had blocked your pitiful excuse of a path. Glorfindel beside you bent grabbing your shin to help you up over the boulder he could clearly see over and bounded over with ease to help you slide down the other side.

Legolas, “Yes, a back handed aiding spell were the captives must remain ignorant!” Like the Lord he and Tauriel both leapt over the boulder making your brows droop a moment making you shift the shoulder of your dirt splattered sweater back closer to your neck and you brushed your midnight blue curled ponytail back over your shoulder that fell back to your belt.

“No, it’s just… it sounds stupid and I would rather not have you mocking my plan.”

Glorfindel’s hand settled in yours, “We would never mock you.”

Legolas, “Yes, it is poor etiquette to mock your captor.”

You rolled your eyes, “I have to boil a rock.”

Tauriel paused with the Prince and they both asked, “Boil a rock?”

Legolas, “Is it a special rock?”

“Not, really.”

Tauriel, “Is there a specific incantation?”

“Few words here and there.”

Glorfindel, “Boil a rock, what could that do?”

“I have to boil it for five hours.”

Legolas, “Five… What does it do?”

“It wakes up volcanoes.”

Tauriel, “What is a volcano?”

At that you huffed again, “You’ll see. If you don’t get bored. Though you’ve imagined that I’ve kidnapped you no doubt out of boredom from your home. You’re bound to go racing off eventually.”

Legolas, “We would not!”

Glorfindel, “We will never abandon you.”

Natural

A beating heart of stone

You gotta be so cold

To make it in this world

Yeah, you're a natural

Living your life cutthroat

You gotta be so cold

Yeah, you're a natural

“Get that Elven filth off my land!” A loud roar followed and Dwalin’s eyes shut and he smoothed his hand over his eyes. “You demand war, we will have war!”

Behind the wall Thorin remained out of sight before racing back to his hoard leaving Dwalin to state, “Now is not exactly a good time to barter with Thorin.”

Thranduil down below stated, “I have not come to barter with Thorin. I received a letter requesting I come and I have. Now I demand to know why I have been summoned here.”

Dwalin, “wh-,”

Beside him Balin appeared, “We seem to be missing our Wizards, you have not seen them?”

“I do not have time for your wandering Wizard my son and Captain of my Guard did not return from their patrol two days past.”

Dwalin, “Perhaps they’re together! Our Wizard Lass left two days past!

Thranduil, “I highly-,” a muffled explosion in the distance followed by crying of birds taking to the air from the forest had the King’s lips parting in noticing the rising plumes of smoke billowing into the sky.

Balin, “What is it? What is happening?!”

Thranduil, “Smoke is rising over Angmar. I must find my son!” At once his Elk reared up in a turn and the mounted guards behind him followed in the race back to the forest to join in the searches now worsening at the fleeing animals scattering into their paths.

Will somebody

Let me see the light within the dark trees' shadows and

What's happenin'?

Lookin' through the glass find the wrong within the past knowin'

We are the youth

Cut until it bleeds, inside a world without the peace facing

A bit of the truth, the truth

Two days you had trekked, and finally up the final rocky barrier between you and Angmar you climbed ignoring the burn of the tiny cuts and scrapes you had earned in the trip. Atop a decent sized ledge behind a row of tall jagged rocks helping to aid in your cover you sat opening your bag a simple piece of chalk you, in a crouching turn drew a wide circle the trio stepped into as you said, “If you are staying, get in, and don’t leave or I can’t protect you.”

Curiously they eyed your bag as you put the chalk away and brought out a circular stove and a cauldron that you set on top, “Aguamente,” you muttered and the cauldron filled with water. A lean forward later and you held your hair back blowing in the sliding latch you opened lighting the upper ring growing hotter at the closing of the latch. Around you the trio settled and watched you pull out a jagged grapefruit sized chunk of obsidian in a bright blue shade. Sight of the stone made you lick your lips and force your hand lower knowing just what you were doing, into the water your hand lowered and as droplets of your blood mingled with the water it turned to a shimmering silver shade seeping to fill the cauldron when your hand rose out again.

Inhaling sharply you stated with your eyes closed, “My name is Pluto Pear.” Through the ground a sharp pulse shot out from under the cauldron stirring a loud crack from the city in the distance. Angmar mainly full of orcs and goblins also held in it a smaller citadel of people descended from the now Witch King’s glory days before is dark turn. Now turned and swayed to aiding the dark creatures they dwelled with and their masters who seemed to do as others ignorant of what the smoking mountain’s origins and powers had done. All through the citadel markers of a great eye to symbolize their having a matching smoking mountain to Mt Doom that they were chosen as a sacred place for the Dark Lord Sauron to have blessed with what they deemed as plenty. Their idiocy would be their undoing, and your emancipation.

That's the price you pay

Leave behind your heartache, cast away

Just another product of today

Rather be the hunter than the prey

And you're standing on the edge, face up 'cause you're a

That crack had done more than what the Elves had expected, the soft white plume of steam from the top of the peak now darkened and tripled filling the air above it stirring up screams in the distance. Legolas asked, “What is that smoke?”

“That is the first sign the volcano is waking.”

Glorfindel, “What is a volcano?”

In catching his gaze you said, “It’s a mountain, or what looks like a mountain, full of lava, which is essentially liquid fire, which when erupting bubbles up and pours out of the mouth of the volcano.”

Tauriel, “How is this helpful? Waking the volcano?”

“If the screams will bother you, best you head home now.”

Glorfindel’s hand folded around yours on your lap and he asked, “Why must you wake the volcano? How will this help Bilbo and Thorin?”

“Bilbo found an item that cursed him, he’s dying, if I don’t throw it in the lava he will die. Thorin has fallen to Dragon Sickness, hopefully if I am in time the destruction might save him as well.”

Out of a tall tower screeches were heard in the smoke pillowing around it and suddenly a swarm of bats making you draw out a small pot near to the size of a grape you unscrewed the lid on and tossed upwards in their flight over your head sucking them inside. At the end of the stream the open mouthed Elves watched the lid screw itself back on and its fall back into your open palm while your other hand swirled in a circle stirring the shimmering mixture at the first bubble rising to the surface only making the smoke darken and pool out more.

Legolas wet his lips seeing your tongue easing anxiously against the tip of one of your slightly pointed canine teeth and asked, “The screams, they wouldn’t trouble you?”

Shifting your gaze to meet his you said, “I know a muffling spell, so I won’t hear them.”

Glorfindel asked almost heartbroken at your glum gaze at the bubbling cauldron, “You would not warn them?”

Weakly you replied, “I can’t.”

Tightening his hold on your hand he asked, “Why?” Using is spare hand to raise your chin to look at him only to have his lips part at your teary gaze. “Tell me, please.”

“There’s a blood curse on my family,” instantly his body went rigid as did those of the other two listening in, “A woman centuries back, cursed a woman in my family that unless she did not wake a volcano by her 27th birthday she would turn into a Sphinx. If she refused the curse was passed on through her children, men and women until the next of her namesake was born and would face the same task or the curse would live on again.”

Tauriel, “Sphinx?”

“It’s a creature with the face of a woman and a lion’s body. They treasure riddles and often prey on people.”

Glorfindel asked on the verge of tears, “How old are you?”

Catching his eye again you replied, “I’ll be 25 in January.” Your tongue tapped your sharpened teeth making their lips part again, “It’s a slow change, fangs are the first sign. I have to do this, and I can’t warn them, or I’ll kill everyone I know.”

In the tear rolling down your cheek Legolas asked, “Your mother, she did not break the curse?”

“She refused to kill innocents, so did my Gran, both insisted on passing down the name.”

Legolas, “How old were you?”

“I was six, when she changed. Dad, he tried to keep them at home, Mother, Gran, Great Gran and her daughter. He got arrested, keeping Sphynx domestically is illegal, no matter the circumstances. They killed my Great Gran and Great Aunt trying to take Dad. I managed to hide the others.”

Glorfindel, “Where did you go?”

“They sent me to an uncle, who, blamed me, for ruining Dad’s life. When is wasn’t at school I was told not to leave my room, to show any sign I was still there, intruding upon his generosity.”

Tauriel, “This is to break two curses then?”

“In a matter of speaking, yes.”

Glorfindel gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I am staying.” His eyes searching yours until you glanced away to the Prince, who said the same with Tauriel not a moment after.

Natural

A beating heart of stone

You gotta be so cold

To make it in this world

Yeah, you're a natural

Living your life cutthroat

You gotta be so cold

Yeah, you're a natural

More and more the sky darkened with the falling ash eventually muffling the cries and shrieks of the creatures below while you sat under the hovering large umbrella floating above you. With bubble charms covering your mouths and noses to help you breathe through the gaseous fumes matching those of the fox trio who had spotted your shelter and curled up with you. Five hours had eventually been called at the triple beeping timer you had set you slid back into your bag. A deep reach inside however had the trio watching you draw out a bow and quiver along with a sewing set.

Next once you had threaded a hooked needle a folded cloth was drawn out and the trio’s eyes watched you set it down and flick the cloth back. Instantly Glorfindel’s eyes snapped wider and he asked, “Where did you find that?”

“Bilbo found it. In the Goblin Tunnels.” His eyes followed you in drawing out an arrow to tie the ring to the tip of before biting the thread from the spool you tossed back into your bag. In a hop up onto your feet you readied your bow in your right hand and you said, “No laughing,” notching the arrow with your left hand you drew it back only able to see the faint glow of the streams of lava now flooded through all of Angmar through the pitch black clouds.

Up Glorfindel hopped and lined up his gaze with yours in a mild hunch and guided your bow up a bit then watched you let the arrow fly. A distant screech and with Glorfindel’s arms circling your middle he brought you down to your knees covering your back with his body beside the others covering the foxes through the shockwave the Lord had assumed to be coming after having seen Sauron fall. Pitch black smoke billowed out down the crevice you had climbed through giving a glimpse, if only for a moment of the reddish orange glowing river.

Deep inside me, I'm fading to black, I'm fading

Took an oath by the blood of my hand, won't break it

I can taste it, the end is upon us, I swear

Gonna make it

I'm gonna make it

***

Back into the mountain Dwalin strode rubbing his face with Fili and Kili inching closer to his sides partially afraid of their uncle and knowing that in his stead Dwalin would be interim King until Fili was old enough. Lowering his hands his eyes turned to the youngest of their group whose eyes flinched wider. “Ori, Pluto, she leave anything?”

“Most of her things. Looks like.”

Dwalin, “What about that carpet bag?”

Ori nodded knowing the one, “Yes, with her violin.”

Dwalin, “Good. Here’s the plan.” The men all grouped around feeling a bit more energized after having found the bag of lembas and other Elven treats you had left for them left over from Rivendell that Ori had discovered a few hours after you’d left. “Just how Pluto got rid of Smaug.”

Kili, “How will we get Thorin out of he mountain and into the river?”

Dwalin, “He’s not leaving the mountain. We tell him we found the stone in the bathhouse.” Nods ripples around and he said, “Bofur and Bifur you help Ori set up the crystals round the green pool. Bombur you and Gloin get all the rope you can muster up, worst comes to worst we’ll be needing a net to drag him in. Oin is with Bilbo so Nori and Dori, you make sure we’ve got spare clothes for Thorin when he comes to.”

Fili, “What do we do?”

Dwalin, “You And Kili are to head to the overlook.”

Kili, “But-,”

Dwalin, “If this goes south you two will be safe and we need an update on those smoke clouds. It’s half past noon and it’s pitch black out there. Keep the torches low so you won’t be spotted, in case of orcs or goblins. If you can’t see anything just wait on the stairs till we come and get you.”

Ori, “Dwalin, do you really mean to drown Thorin?”

Dwalin, “We’ll tug him up to breathe so he won’t.”

Ori, “Only-,”

Dwalin asked, “Are you part of the plan?”

Ori, “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

Nori butted in, “What a horrible way to live.”

Locking his eyes on Ori’s Dwalin replies, “Worst comes to worst and he snaps back furious it was my plan. He’ll naught blame you.” Ori nodded and he said, “Alright, let’s go.” Splitting them up while he made sure to check on Bilbo before seeing everything was in place and off to Thorin he went.

In a chuckle rubbing he back of his neck he eyed Thorin lowly humming to himself on all fours with knees as elbows bent awkwardly showing the first signs of his joints shifting in his continual shift to what seemed to be a dragon. “You’ll not believe where we found the stone.”

At that Thorin’s head turned with glowing eyes wide and pupils blown then narrowing at the torch holding Dwarf in the doorway of his apartment in front of the barren fireplace. “Where is it?” Halfway across the room he seemed to slither towering over his cousin when he finally stood eying him hungrily, “Show it to me!”

Dwalin, “I know you’d have preferred it brought up here, only we thought it might be a chuckle to see just where we spotted it by chance.” Thorin’s eyes narrowed and he added, “Just thought you could use a chuckle.”

Deep in Thorin’s throat a rumble sounded halfway between clearing it and a grumble of discontent, “That I could.”

All the way down to the bathhouse Dwalin remained silent and holding back his tears while Thorin awkwardly skunk behind him scouring each inch with his fiery gaze until onto the tile he strode further closer to the pool asking, “In the bathhouse? Why would it-,”

The drop of the torch came and Dwalin had tackled him armor, furs and all with Bofur, Gloin, Nori and Bifur all jumping in after him. Above the water Dwalin repeated the words sylible after sylible you had causing the crystals, totems and water to glow while Thorin thrashed and swung at them from below the surface. Each verse they would tug him back up allowing him to cough some air into his lungs before dunking him again continuing the struggle for several minutes until they felt a pulse through Thorin’s body under the glowing water. And in the next cough Thorin surfaced himself and clung to his weeping kin holding him tightly between them in a fierce hug.

Halfway through a cough Thorin stayed, “If I still have a tail all of you are banished.” Stirring up weak laughs while he clung to them tighter in return then helped the soaking wet King out of the water.

Halfway changed Thorin asked, “Why wasn’t it Pluto holding me under?”

Ori, “Pluto left when Bilbo got ill.”

Thorin, “Bilbo’s ill? I don’t attack him did I?”

Dwalin, “No. just woke up ill after you did.”

Thorin looked around, “Where are the boys?!”

Gloin, “I’ll fetch them.”

Thorin, “What time is it?”

Dwalin, “Near to one.”

Thorin looked up at the pitch black room around them and Balin said, “Smoke had been flowing out of Amgmar for hours now.”

Ori, “Um, where are the totems?”

Looking around the pool the men searched for them only to have Bofur ask, “Did we knock them in?”

Bombur, “No, they were in-,” in a step away from the edge of the other larger pool nearby he teetered only to be steadied by Dori and Ori in the wave of water rippling through the water, “What was that?!”

Thorin moves closer with his torch only to step back at the trio of figures under the water who vanished again in the shadows tearing strips of the algae coating the pool walls and floor free. “Pluto did give you clearance to use her totems?”

Dwalin, “She left them. We had to do something.”

Thorin muttered to himself, “Great, now we have more beasts loose in the mountain!”

Dwalin, “Well if you hadn’t gone and sprouted a snout we’d not to have freed the beasts trapped in the totems!”

Suddenly making the men all flinch Fili and Kili asked by Gloin’s side, “There’s more?!”

Dwalin huffed, “It seems Pluto’s totems have vanished, and there’s beasts in the water.”

Thorin huffed, “Where were you?”

Kili, “Dwalin said to see if the sky is clear yet.”

Fili shook his head, “It’s only grown darker, had to close the exit to keep the smoke out.”

Kili, “It’s raining ash.”

Thorin nodded looking grimly off into the distance, “We stay together, and we stay out of the water until Pluto returns. Had they been dangerous on their own I doubt she would have left them with a meddlesome group like us.”

Bombur nodded, “I’ll get you some lembas, we’ve rationed it. Miss Pluto left her supply with us, which turned out to be all we’d refused to take from Rivendell. Ample left. Get something in your belly.”

The men hurried to gather up the remaining stones with eyes fixed on the shifting shadows in the pools leaping from one to the other to clear all the algae they could cleaning them. Hurrying back up to the Royal Wing Thorin settled at Bilbo’s side stroking his palm across his forehead. “He’s so pale with his veins so dark, and yet he’s burning up..” he looked to Oin, “Pluto left when he turned like this?”

Oin nodded, “Just when his complexion faded and he began to shiver. Mumbled something about curses.”

Thorin whispered tearily, “cursed..?”

Bofur, “She found him asleep in the gold ya see. Brought him to bed, then she sent out this spell into the hoard. Maybe he found a cursed gem or something of the sort.”

Thorin, “If she left she must know what to do and how urgent it was.”

Dwalin, “We hoped that was the reason. Come with us this far to just leave.”

***

Mile after mile of Northern Greenwood was scoured without sight nor sign of the missing Prince and Captain of the Guard. Panicked animals now flooded the forest the Elves in the branches above with glowing crystals in hand had confirmed was folding together to keep the smoke from seeping too low into the levels its people were at while the ash falling stopped a few yards north of its farthest borders.

To himself the King muttered, “Where are you Little Leaf? What have you gotten Tauriel roped into.”

Up to his side another guard arrived with a note in hand, “My King, news from Rivendell, black smoke is covering it as well and Lord Glorfindel is missing for near to a fortnight now.”

Lowly the King replied in the duck of a scared fawn under his cape luring his hand down to stroke its head in a calming motion. “Perhaps he is with them…and what of this Wizard?”

“My King?”

“Did Elrond mention anything of a visiting Wizard?”

“No, my King.”

“Where could they have gone to,” he muttered to himself then called out, “Everyone inside the gates now!” Striding through them he ordered them shut keeping his hand atop the head of the fawn who scurried to head to safety at his side. A welcome distraction for his fathering side to keep from growing mad for the mystery of where his son was and why the sky was still blackening around his woods and growing thicker by the hour.

Pt 2

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