#i love it when thorin uses khuzdul in fics

[nikuttek]

anyone who writes bagginshield fics with esl!thorin deserves a kiss on the mouth

#bagginshield #i'm projecting + i am a languages nerd not even ashamed of it #i love it when thorin uses khuzdul in fics #and it makes so much sense for modern AUs that he would not be a native speaker of english! #GIB CONTENT....... #kisses y'all #vilke.txt

[crownedghostprince]

Thorin's Company x Heterochromia!Reader Headcanons

Thorin's Company x Heterochromia!Reader

Fandom: The Hobbit/LoTR

What if the dwarves met and loved (platonically or romantically) someone in Middle Earth who had a very unique condition where their eyes were coloured differently? In this world, heterochromia is incredibly rare with only a few known cases in the entire world so the dwarves are naturally curious about this.

And you get to see how your favourites might react in this Headcanon style fanfiction!

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): Minor mentions of bullying and reader's family members dying in certain headcanons. Nothing graphic. <3

Note: Please note I will be changing reader's heterochromia for each dwarf's headcanon to make the writing very different. I hope that's okay. This is because this is mostly a crack-fic <3

I will also sometimes specify when reader is a woman, or has feminine characteristics/pronouns are used or mentioned, I hope that is also okay. Enjoy! :)

Word Count: 13,401 (roughly lol)

[Second Person Perspective]

(Apologies for the image. I was going to post an image of Thorin's Company here, but then I realized you might not have seen a picture of a bunny today. This adorable bunny image was originally posted by "Heidi's Cottage" on tumblr! Please show them some love!!)

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Thorin: (Romantic): (Dark Blue eyes with Brown around one's center)

♡ Your eyes are a little harder for Thorin to notice at first.

♡ The dark colours of your eyes and Thorin being too embarrassed to make eye-contact with you when you first met are the reasons it took him a week to notice your unique eyes.

♡ You had first met at Bilbo's house in the Shire where the candlelight bounced off the blue of your eyes when Thorin glanced over at you.

♡ You pretended to not notice him stealing glances as you listened to the gathering.

♡ So, after a week of Thorin being protective, sweet and considerate towards you, he finally noticed your eyes.

♡ It was a beautiful sunny morning and Thorin was allowing the company a few more minutes to brush and re-braid their hair.

♡ You decided to take care of your own hair and absentmindedly admired the clouds as they drifted by from above.

♡ Thorin joined you under the warm sun and made some small conversation about the journey, how rough it would be...mostly making sure you're prepared mentally.

♡ But his breath caught in his throat when you turned to meet his eyes.

♡ He always thought you shared the exact same eye colour, albeit your eyes being a much darker blue, but today he was proven wrong as his eyes drifted to the eye with the brown ring around the pupil.

♡ In the sunlight this brown colour was very distinguished and even looked slightly like caramel.

♡ He was so stunned by the beautiful design adorning your eye he didn't speak for another minute.

♡ When you finally asked if everything was alright, he slowly nodded and spoke.

♡ "In all my years I've never witnessed such beauty. Like a rare gemstone whose colours are only truly seen once under the sunlight."

♡ Please his compliments are so cute and sweet. And creative!

♡ "It's as if your eye wrapped itself in a warm autumn blanket before the cold blue winter covered it with its' icy snow."

♡ He loves your eyes even more now.

♡ They're a sight he cherishes every day.

♡ Sometimes when he can't see the brown around your pupil, he'll gently move you into the sunlight, or bring a candle between you two so he can watch the colour light up and glow.

♡ He made you a dagger with a beautiful wooden design around one of the two sapphires that adorned the handle.

♡ "I wanted to capture your eyes in this dagger for future generations to witness and admire." He smiled as he gave you his gift.

♡ There were also intricate words in Khuzdul that you now knew read, "The eyes of My Beloved."

♡ This sweet hopeless romantic makes sure you never feel embarrassed about your eyes and also stops anyone who might even joke about them. To him they're something to celebrate. Not to mock. <3

~~~

Fili: (Romantic): (Light Blue and Dark Green eyes) ((This is gonna be long, sorry lol))

♡ Your eyes are very noticeable when people first meet you.

♡ Your light blue eye stands out the most and draws people to your eyes when they first meet you, thus leading them to immediately notice the dark green colour of your other eye.

♡ When I say dark green, it's not that dark, it's simply a very strong and rich green colour.

♡ However this was not the case when you first met the dwarves during a fight against some orcs as the group ran towards Rivendell - your home.

♡ You were waiting for Gandalf's arrival when you and the other elves heard orcs just in the distance.

♡ You all saddled up and you rode alongside Lord Elrond as you all charged into battle, firing your arrows and drawing them away from Rivendell's secret entrance.

♡ You rode your horse past the entrance to the secret tunnel to make sure the orc that fell in was definitely dead and you noticed a group of dwarves, alongside Gandalf, just hidden inside.

♡ Your hair covered your eyes and the light being directly behind you made you appear more like an apparition to the dwarves rather than an actual, physical being.

♡ Thus you quickly turned away, allowing them to finish their journey to Rivendell alone as dwarves and elves typically do not get along.

♡ Once you had made it back to Rivendell, circling the dwarves and feeling unsure of their intentions, you noticed a beautiful blond dwarf in the group.

♡ He stood out from the rest of the group, the sunlight bouncing off of his hair and causing it to practically glow under its' light.

♡ You dismounted after Lord Elrond and greeted Mithrandir (Gandalf) before turning to the group.

♡ Your excellent hearing picked up on all of the stunned, but soft, gasps that flooded the group upon seeing your unique eye colours.

♡ You were simply amused by their reactions. Afterall, your eyes were a rare sight to behold.

♡ Quiet, polite whispers started to circle the group before Thorin and Lord Elrond greeted each other.

♡ "Are those her real eye colours?"

♡ "Of course, Ori, hush."

♡ "Whoa~"

♡ "Did you see his eyes, Fili?" That was a brunett dwarf with scruff talking to the blond.

♡ You simply gave the group a curt nod and avoided the blond's eye-contact before following Lindir up the steps so you could clean up and change out of your armour.

♡ The thoughts circled through your head. But specifically the name of the beautifully handsome blond dwarf...'Fili'. His name rolled through your head over and over again like a bouncy melody that never leaves your thoughts.

♡ Eventually, whilst playing your small harp you noticed heavy footsteps walking up the stairs towards you. You opened your eyes and continued to play your favourite melody as the birds in the trees above you sang along.

♡ As you expected, one of the dwarves walked up the steps and stopped at the top. But unexpectedly, it was the blond, Fili. You greeted each other with a smile and he approached you nervously.

♡ "I like your eyes. It's like the Gods couldn't choose if sapphires or emeralds would suit you better, so they gave you both." He smiled dreamily.

♡ Damnnnn he got that 'Line of Durin' rizzzz. (I'm sorry).

♡ (I'm still sorry about before) ♡ (please accept my apologies....) ♡ (I will give you cookies)

♡ And this is where your sweet romance blossomed and continued to bloom for many years.

♡ "Thank-you. I like your hair. It glows like fire under the sun's light. It's stunning." You smiled back, taking a break from your music to flirt with the sweet dwarf.

♡ He brings you green zennia (associated with lasting affection) and bluebell flowers (associated with everlasting love).

♡ When he found out what your favourite animal was he immediately made you a courting gift. A necklace with the animal as the main piece with a sapphire and emerald for each eye. Matching your eyes perfectly.

♡ You happily showed him your own courting gift. "We were thinking the same thing!" You laughed as you gave him the painting you'd made of him.

♡ It was hyper-realistic and you could see every strand of hair and even the eyelashes adorning his blue eyes on it. It was also textured so he could feel the grooves and bumps as he brushed his fingers across it.

♡ He loved it and you two had the best courtship ever.

♡ You courted for a couple years before marrying and life had never been better for the both of you.

♡ "Your eyes are enchanting. Like the forest meets the ocean. And they marry." He grins, sliding across a small box with rings and hair beads.

♡ "Oh? Is this your way of implying something?" You smile back, sliding over your own small box.

♡ "You gotta stop thinking the same thing I'm thinking. At this rate we're gonna have two celebratory weddings." He laughs.

♡ "Y'know, I see nothing wrong with that."

♡ Y'all are so cute, please have a nice two weddings.

♡ He loves making you laugh and smile - watching your eyes light up with joy. You make him so happy every single day.

~~~

Kili: (Romantic): (Dark Brown and Blue eyes) ((This is gonna be long, sorry lol))

♡ When you started travelling with the company, you had fallen from the modern world into Middle Earth with your sunglasses.

♡ And damn was the sunlight bright! So you almost always wear your sunglasses unless it's night and you're sleeping.

♡ So no one usually sees your eye colours and when they do, it's more just a glance of your blue eye.

♡ Then, one day Thorin decides to set up camp earlier than usual allowing everyone time to relax in the sunlight and watch the sunset as you all ate Bombur's delicious cooking.

♡ You spent all your time during the journey cracking jokes and trading stories with everyone. But you mostly hung out with Fili and Kili, having fun riding alongside them and dancing in the rainy nights.

♡ It was a lot of fun to be with this group. And this day was no different as you sat beside the brothers and joked around.

♡ Once the sun had set enough and the sky started to change colour you took your sunglasses off to admire the colours without the soft orange tint you were used to.

♡ Fili - being an excellent wingman for his brother and best friend - left you both for a few minutes to help Bombur clean up the dishes and find more firewood with Bilbo.

♡ You smiled and dragged your eyes away from the sunset to see Kili's reaction and found him already staring back at you with the softest brown eyes you've ever seen.

♡ A moment passed between you two as you both admired each other's eyes before chuckling and awkwardly turning back to look at the sunset.

♡ "Your eyes are beautiful. I've never seen anything like them. Everyone's eyes are usually very similar...but yours are different. I like them" He grinned. You watched as his face and ears grew red.

♡ "You're so cute. Thank-you, darling."

♡ He brings you blue flowers that have bits of brown on them. Whether from decay, dirt, mud or just the colouration. (is that a word?) But either way he loves bringing you flowers.

♡ Especially your favourite flowers. He'll bring you those whenever you pass them on your journey.

♡ You both play silly games to pass the time where you basically say what you like about the other, or try and guess their favourite thing, etc.

♡ He doesn't draw too much attention to your eyes, because he doesn't know if it's a sensitive topic or something you're uncomfortable with.

♡ But he definitely encourages you to wear your sunglasses less often when you're comfortable with it. Especially when it's just the two of you together.

♡ After reclaiming Erebor he'll sometimes surround you with candles until he can't fit anymore in the circle around you. Just so he can see you lit up under the candlelight.

♡ He's cute.

♡ Definitely brings you clothes with brown and blue mixed together in beautiful patterns that dance down the fabric and across the threads.

♡ He loves seeing you dance, loving how your eyes light up with excitement and joy. Sparkling towards him like gemstones under moonlight.

♡ Once you learned Khuzdul, he confidently made you a dwarvish bead as a gift with the words "my darling river" written on them very finely.

♡ You wear it all the time and only take it out to brush your hair when he's there. But typically only he can take it out to brush your hair and then braid it back in.

♡ He adores you and sees your eyes as just another reason to love you.

♡ Kili loves your sense of humour, your fun facts, all your little quirks and habits, etc.

♡ But surprisingly, he loves your hair more than anything else.

♡ He loves when you style it in a new, or fun way. He also loves when you dye it and will offer to help you dye your hair.

♡ Once you even dyed some bronze highlights through his hair that shone like copper in the sunlight.

~~~

Dwalin: (Romantic): (Dark Brown and Light Hazel eyes) ((This is gonna be long, sorry lol))

♡ Dwalin and the Company were fighting orcs and running for their lives, following Gandalf to safety when you jumped in from out of nowhere to help them fight the orcs.

♡ You used your incredible arcobatic skills and daggers to take down the orcs and wargs with the dwarves' and wizard's aid.

♡ After the fight, you turned to the group with a big smile, specifically greeting Gandalf.

♡ After bowing for Thorin and the group and introducing yourself, Gandalf encouraged you to join them over a nice dinner.

♡ You were only planning on staying until they found camp, enjoy dinner with them and then be back on your own way - aimlessly wandering the beautiful land.

♡ But Gandalf's offer was hard to decline, especially after you'd met the incredibly cool dwarf, Dwalin.

♡ His scars probably had awesome stories to tell and you were curious to hear them.

♡ You loved his style, the cool and cold exterior he had with a constant frown. But you saw his eyes clearly had a different story to tell.

♡ You decided in the morning you'd accept Gandalf's kind invite and would fight for the dwarves to take their home back. "I'd be honoured to fight alongside you all."

♡ "Here you go, lad. Just sign this paper and we'll proceed." Balin smiled, handing you the paper. You thanked him, signed it after a quick read and finished packing up the camp. You were on your way on another strange adventure with this equally strange wizard.

♡ But at least you had someone to talk to.

♡ You were kind to everyone, but especially went out of your way to talk to Dwalin, even if it was just small acknowledgements and 'are you okay?'s. That's all you needed, honestly.

♡ It took a while, but you saw him quietly warming up to you which showed mostly during a fight. You were a bit further away from the group than you had intended to be when Dwalin suddenly appeared by your side and helped you take down the group of orcs surrounding you.

♡ You both nodded and returned to the group, not saying much else until the rest of the orcs had run off or died. "Thank-you."

♡ "It's fine, lad." He simply nodded and walked by your side.

♡ After reclaiming Erebor and the battle (in which Thorin, Kili and Fili lived) you and Dwalin talked for hours whilst recovering. Not only were your temporary beds just across from each other, but you both were given some books to read until your bones healed.

♡ But you couldn't read Khuzdul, so you asked Dwalin to read them to you. He seemed hesitant but after a couple awkward hours of silence and boredom, he finally read the books.

♡ He read sentences in Khuzdul first, then translated them to English before continuing to the next.

♡ You didn't mind. In fact, hearing him talk in Khuzdul was fascinating to hear as his accent got thicker and his voice was louder. A contrast to the quieter English he'd then speak to you after.

♡ It took months and months before you both began to court and even then he hardly ever complimented you.

♡ It took a candlelight dinner, a walk through the forest outside of Erebor under the moonlight and you constantly complimenting him until he was brave enough to return your affections.

♡ "Your eyes are stunning. They glow like fire under the light." He smiled, turning away to look at the trees.

♡ He's surprisingly awkward and shy for someone so tough and cool. He's not sure how to compliment you, or court you.

♡ But he always knows what you might like gift wise. He'll bring you daggers, belts and once even a water-proof cowl from Dale for your travels.

♡ All the gifts he brings you perfectly compliment your eyes. Browns, oranges, soft yellows and simple beige outfits.

♡ Every time he leaves Erebor, he'll return with rocks, accessories and hats as simple little gifts he got for you.

♡ He cares a lot about you and always make sure any injuries you have are immediately tended to, even if you brush them off as simple scratches.

♡ He brings you food and water if you've just returned from a journey and want to go straight to bed. And when Thorin allows him, he'll journey with you.

♡ He loves to dance with you, especially under the sunlight in an open field of flowers. The colours and light cause your eyes to twinkle brightly and he loves it.

♡ The brown turning to caramel, the hazel shining in an almost green colour under the sunlight and blue under the moonlight.

♡ He loves to bring you new shades of clothing to see what colour your hazel eye will look most like when you wear it.

♡ Sometimes you'll wear blue and your hazel eye will look similar, but other times you'll wear red and the hazel in your eyes turns almost brown.

♡ Your eyes are a fascinating sight for him watch.

♡ He even writes down little notes about how your hazel eye changes around each colour.

♡ Even though the colour is also based on lighting, mood and other factors, you don't mention that. It's nice to just listen to him mutter and write little notes about your eyes each night.

~~~

Bofur: (Romantic): (Dark Hazel and Silver eyes)

♡ Your eyes are incredibly hard to miss.

♡ Bofur noticed them immediately when you first met in the ruins of Dale after the battle for Erebor. You had come from Laketown alongside everyone else and had quickly learned how to defend yourself and fight against orcs during the battle.

♡ He was walking around the ruins of Dale to help check on everyone and bring to them the healers and you were ushering children back to their parents and helping people dig themselves out of rubble when you two stumbled across each other.

♡ Both of you were scratched up, bruised and tired. But despite all that, you were both awestruck by the other's beauty.

♡ His shining armour, fluffy hat, twinkling eyes and the soft smile that grew wider when you greeted him. Gosh, you were nervous just talking to him.

♡ Your glowing hair, soft skin, dumbfounded look and distinctive eye colours. How could he not smile upon seeing you?

♡ He thought you looked stunning.

♡ After that day, you both hung out a lot. Whether in Dale or Erebor, you'd both just aimlessly walk for hours laughing at each other's jokes. You'd eat dinner together. Sometimes with the Company and other times with your friend group.

♡ He didn't shy away from complimenting you before you were even courting.

♡ "The silver glows like a diamond under the moonlight. What an amazing discovery...to see a gemstone this far above the ground." He smiled.

♡ "Such a beautiful mixture of green and brown and blue. Like a river flowing through a pine forest. Its' beauty is truly unmatched by any forest I've seen."

♡ Don't let the Ents overhear Bofur! He's so sweet!!

♡ So you best believe, his compliments only increased tenfold after you began courting.

♡ "Ghivashel, you look stunning this morning." (Translation: Treasure of all treasures).

♡ "Do you need help with that, mizimel?" (Translation: Jewel of all jewels).

♡ He loves making dolls with mismatched eyes now. He specifically made one for you though. Matching the hazel and silver of your eyes. For the hazel eye he used a zircon gemstone and the silver eye was a diamond.

♡ The beautiful doll had a lovely dress and hair that also matched yours. With your permission, he cut some of your hair and sewed it into the doll's head. The doll sits right beside your bed at all times and sometimes you even cuddle it to help you sleep.

♡ He spends hours asking you to sing and read to him whilst he lays down beside you or on your lap. Loving the way your eyes light up when you reach your favourite parts. Or when you're particularly proud of how you read, or sung, a part.

♡ Some nights it's just you and Bofur sitting under a tree, leaning against its trunk whilst listening to the world around you.

♡ You cherish the quiet moments you get to spend with Bofur, as sometimes you can't spend time together when you're both so busy with work.

♡ So, you both just enjoy each other's presences when you can. Resting together, falling asleep in soft grass and waking up to a bright sun above the hills, surrounding you both with its' glow.

♡ Beautiful morning, after beautiful morning. Time passed for months, seasons, and years. Until you both decided to marry. :)

~~~

Balin: (Platonic): (Light Blue and Dark Blue) ((This is gonna be long, sorry lol))

♡ Growing up was a struggle for you as your father had died fighting for Moria alongside Thorin Oakenshield.

♡ But Balin had noticed you when you were just a child; a young Dwarf watching the warriors return from Moria's battle.

♡ You watched as they praised Thorin Oakenshield and called him 'King' and 'Future King' depending on the dwarves.

♡ But still you searched for your father. More interested in hearing how the battle went from him.

♡ And when you couldn't find your father, you began to cry. A hand was gently placed on your shoulder so you looked up and there Balin was. Looking down at you with sad eyes.

♡ You hugged him immediately and began talking incoherently - asking for your father, where he was and why he hadn't returned.

♡ Balin took you under his wing after that day and to his astonishment, he watched as you grew up and your eyes slowly changed colour.

♡ Eyes can sometimes take years before they reach their permanent colour and that was how it was for you.

♡ By the time you were 7 years old, your eyes changed into totally opposite blue colours: one light blue like a topaz and the other very dark like the ocean.

♡ Balin raised you as best he could with help from Thorin and Dwalin. You also became good friends with Thorin's nephews, Fili and Kili.

♡ None of the dwarves ever ostracized you for your heterochromia, but instead they really adored you.

♡ Balin and you always travelled to the markets together. You were always helping him when he was tinkering with toys, practicing with a sword (you'd have a small wooden sword) and you both also tended to a garden together.

♡ Growing Coneflowers in the garden as they are very hardy flowers that can grow despite bad soil and drought. Hence growing them in a mostly dry, stone-y environment was a piece of cake.

♡ He could never resist your puppy-dog eyes when you wanted to travel with him. The light from the sun made your eyes sparkle and he didn't ever want you to cry or feel left alone.

♡ If he couldn't take you somewhere with him, Dwalin was fine with watching over you and letting you learn a bit of simpler smithing. He'd show you how necklaces were made and even some rings.

♡ If you ever grew self-conscious of your eyes, Balin would write and read to you stories of fantasy creatures with different coloured eyes.

♡ Somethings like... "Juniper didn't know why the others would play without him. He didn't know what made him different from the rest. He sat by the river one day and listened to all the different birds. Their different songs and colours. When suddenly, he realized something! He was different! But not on the outside!...

...Juniper ran to his mother very excitedly! He happily declared to her, 'I'm going to become the best fairy dancer one day!' and she smiled with joy, 'Of course you will be! And I'll be there to watch your every performance!' It was on this day Juniper decided his eyes were not the reason others did not play with him. It was because they didn't know who he was on the inside, and he was going to show them who he was! And he would dance with them at every celebration! He'd perform each move perfectly and smile the whole time. He'd show the world who he was and shine brightly for all to see."

♡ And many more stories similar to that, but perhaps a few pages longer...or a few chapters longer. :)

♡ You had many books of these fantasy stories handwritten by Balin by the time you were a teenager. And you re-read them all the time.

♡ He'd say "Child, never feel different because of your eyes. Know you're different because of your heart. Because of what you'll do with your life when you grow up. Know you're going to do amazing things in your life."

~~~

Bifur: (Platonic): (Light Brown with half of one eye being Light Green) ((This is gonna be long, sorry lol))

♡ You grew up in Earth with a cat companion that had the same colour eyes as you.

♡ Her name was Delta and she was a calico that followed you everywhere and slept with you in bed every night.

♡ Unfortunately for Delta, this meant she fell into Middle Earth with you when a portal suddenly appeared below you on one of your walks in the garden.

♡ You both fell super fast and you gripped Delta tightly against your chest - braced for impact.

♡ But the impact was softer than you thought it would be. Slowly you opened your eyes and looked around you.

♡ Realizing you had fallen directly onto a bush and a large portal above you, far up in the sky, closed.

♡ 'Oh dear...' you thought, 'Mum's not going to be happy about this.'

♡ To be fair, for an eleven-year-old, magic portals were the least of your concern and instead: 'when mum finds out I'm going to be grounded,' was currently more concerning to you.

♡ Delta - being very cuddly - allowed you to pick her up and carry her around once you brushed some dirt off yourself.

♡ You wandered. You were very lost by the time the sun was falling behind the hills that lay far past the forest you were trapped in.

♡ It was only just getting dark when a group of horses and people travelled down the road towards you and Delta.

♡ You watched as they came to a stop. A tall wizard-looking man with grey hair and beard was at the front of the group and he looked at you with very soft and kind eyes.

♡ Delta hissed at the sudden people, so you took a couple steps back and tensed to run.

♡ But the wizard spoke to the others and decided to set up camp and stop for the night. He hopped off his horse and walked towards you, switching a staff from one hand to the other as he approached before he crouched down, leaning on the staff for support to meet your height.

♡ "Hello." He greeted warmly.

♡ "Hello..." You greeted less confidently. And that's how you found yourself in the world of Middle Earth, meeting a group of dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard.

♡ They took great care of you and as you were too shy to speak, Bifur especially took to caring for you. He picked up on your non-verbal communication a lot faster than the others did and helped you climb onto the horses every morning.

♡ He helped you down every evening and made sure you were given food first every dinner and breakfast. He even made sure there were on-the-road snacks just for you to have lunch.

♡ Bifur never pushed boundaries or made you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. Quite the opposite actually, you felt safer with him rather than anyone else. Perhaps it was because he didn't expect you to talk, or respond.

♡ Nor did he ever push you to verbally communicate when you were still feeling too shy or scared.

♡ Although in our eyes the dwarves are incredibly friendly and kind and not very intimidating - save Dwalin - to an eleven-year-old, they were quite the scary, loud and unpredictable bunch.

♡ Laughing loudly quite suddenly, or grabbing food quite quickly and talking and singing all the time. You found you couldn't guess what they'd do next, but you also grew to love that chaos about them.

♡ Bifur was actually the first to pet Delta when you joined the Company on their adventure. He pet her to reassure you that you were both safe with the group.

♡ And yes, that worked perfectly. You stuck with them the whole journey and whilst they took extra care in keeping you safe, secure and out of danger, you still had to do a fair bit of running to keep up.

♡ Especially after you lost the ponies to the goblins. The Company was tempted to leave you with the Elves of Rivendell but Thorin immediately denied the idea and made sure you travelled with them.

♡ Lord Elrond had been very kind to you though and gave you paper and ink to draw with. You spent hours in Rivendell drawing flowers for the Company and showing them off proudly at night.

♡ They were very impressed and encouraging.

♡ But back to Bifur and you!

♡ At night when you were first adjusting to the new environment, you became terrified by the lack of light and began to cry, holding onto Delta for comfort. Bifur took notice immediately having been on first watch.

♡ He quietly called you over and came to get you. He then let you sit beside him as he watched over the camp and told you silly little stories via charades and shadow puppets. He used what was left of the fire's light for the shadow puppets.

♡ You became calmer and happier as the stories progressed and eventually you had drifted to sleep. You felt safe and you had a purring cat on your lap, so why wouldn't you feel safe?

♡ Bifur made sure you were supported and had a pillow to sleep on, letting you use his. He gave you a couple back pats as you drifted off until finally you were asleep and no longer crying.

♡ He went back to watch and kept an eye on you in case you had nightmares, but you slept just fine.

♡ As you may have noticed, the Company hasn't had much to remark about your unique eye colour.

♡ This is because your eyes a slightly harder to notice a difference in. The brown is very bright and the green is a soft shade that almost perfectly blends with the brown half of your eye.

♡ This perfect blend of colours made it harder for them to notice that the colours were different on your smaller eyes that you often avoided meeting people's gazes with.

♡ But they noticed it almost right away on Delta and thought she looked adorable.

♡ Bifur thought she was quite a lucky little kitty to be loved by someone so kind despite her unique eyes. Then one day you spoke up as they compliment Delta's eyes and asked about them.

♡ "Yeah, I was really excited when we found her. My mother said it was a big coincidence that we found a cat with the same coloured eyes as me." You softly laughed, petting Delta with a smile.

♡ The Company was quite for a while before Bifur finally made them ask you more about it.

♡ "What do you mean, child?"

♡ So you showed them. "I thought my eyes were very noticeable." You giggled, letting the light enhance the colours.

♡ Overall, your eyes are less noticeable, but Bifur made sure you knew that your eyes changed nothing about you. You were more than your outward appearance.

♡ But also, this is Bifur we're talking about. He brushes things off very fast when it doesn't seem that important.

♡ If you ever feel insecure? He'll grab a translator (Bofur) and make sure you know that your eyes will never change how others see you. Especially when your eyes are so pretty.

♡ He's great, but in a quiet way. He brings no attention to your eyes, mostly not noticing anything different regardless and only talks about them when you do. Like I said, he'd never push you to talk about stuff you don't want to.

♡ Bifur simply wants to make sure you survive in this new world and grow up just fine.

~~~

Ori: (Platonic): (Yellow and Grey)

♡ Ori was excited to travel with his friends and family and to go on such a daring adventure across Middle Earth to retake the mountain of Erebor.

♡ He was especially excited to join his family in some food at an apparently "very welcoming hobbit"s home.

♡ So when the Company showed up at Bilbo's home unannounced and without much more knowledge from the Wizard on who exactly this hobbit was, they were very surprised to find a young adult hobbit living with the older hobbit.

♡ About Ori's age, roughly 18 or so if you convert their ages to human years.

♡ Ori was excited to meet someone else his age, aside from Fili and Kili who were slightly older. So you can imagine everyone's surprise when they see her eyes in the bright candlelight.

♡ Now they've seen grey eyes, especially on older dwarves. This wasn't an uncommon eye colour at all.

♡ But yellow? Yellow eyes? And grey? Both? At the same time, but in a different eye each?

♡ That was certainly new.

♡ You didn't mind all their questions at first. Until they asked how it happened to which you had no clue. You didn't understand genetics, or biology and how could you? You were a simple florist who designed bouquets for any occasion a hobbit asked for.

♡ Anniversary? Roses, carnations and peonies. Birthday? Dahlias, orchids and chrysanthemums. Apology? Tulips, daffodils and lilies of the valley.

♡ But biology? All you could think of in your head was sunflowers and azalea for yellow; and low ho silver iris and edelweiss flowers for grey.

♡ But that was your brain designing a bouquet after your eye colours. Not the knowledge of how your eye colours came to be.

♡ Young Ori was especially fascinated by your eyes. How the grey would turn into an almost soft, pastel yellow in the candlelight and your yellow eye would glow like embers from a fire.

♡ When you were allowed to travel with the group, Ori watched as your grey eye glowed silver in the moonlight and the yellow glowed like a soft gold.

♡ You and Ori got along greatly and had lots of fun just talking about flowers and art. Ori would show you his sketches and they were so good you could pick out each individual flower he drew without needing to see his references.

♡ You were thankful he never judged you for your eyes. He was probably the first friend you had that didn't immediately judge you for looking a little different or 'weird' as others would say.

♡ He was super sweet and he even drew your eyes as best he could when sketching. You were more than happy to model for him as the sound of his sketching helped lull you into a cozy sleep late at night.

♡ This especially helped as the climate got colder and the floor harder to rest on. He can also read.

♡ So he'd sometimes read a book very quietly to you as you both huddled around the fire. You didn't understand the written dwarvish in front of you, but Ori was careful with his translations and the stories were very interesting.

♡ He said he only brought a couple of copies of books from back home, that way it wouldn't matter if he lost these books, he'd still have the originals. (In case you were worried).

♡ The stories of birds, dwarves, dragons and grand adventures kept your interest whilst sending you off to sleep. You dreamt about these grand stories. No wonder they were Ori's favourites.

♡ He was so sweet and always complimented your eyes. So you always complimented his eyes back. It was like having a brother. Similar to how Bilbo was almost like a father to you since he took you in eight years ago.

♡ You were a lost hobbit from a small hobbit town that was quite a while away from the Shire. Your parents died of disease and you were terrified of being next.

♡ But Bilbo properly nursed you back to good health and helped you through the grief and acceptance.

♡ And now here you were. Standing strong and with new friends, watching your 'father' flirt terribly with the leader of the group, Thorin.

♡ It was pretty funny and you and Ori got to joke about it lots when the other's wouldn't hear.

♡ Ori never once purposefully draws attention to you or your eyes, but he'll always be there if you speak up or someone else does.

♡ Like a protective older brother. He learned a lot from Dori.

~~~

Dori: (Platonic): (Silver and Dark Brown) ((This is gonna be long, sorry lol))

♡ When you were born, like most babies, you had very blue eyes. Just like your parents.

♡ But as you grew older, your parents watched with worry as your eyes changed. One eye getting lighter and lighter every day as the other became darker and darker.

♡ Your parents tried not to be too worried. After all, a local doctor said it was natural for children's eyes to change colour some weeks, and even years, after birth.

♡ But by the time you were 5 years old, one eye was completely silver and the other was a very dark brown. Your parents did their best to help you feel normal and to always comfort you after other children's strange or mean comments.

♡ Despite all that though, sometimes you wished you had an older sibling that could be by your side growing up. Someone to play games with, read books with, bake food with, etc. The other children were scared because your eyes made you 'different'.

♡ So they avoided you for many years. By the time you were an adult, you felt very insecure and styled your hair to fall over your silver eye as, 'brown is more common', children kept saying.

♡ During your first ever adventure outside of your small human village, you discovered a wandering grey wizard who took great interest in your clothing. You were wonderful at sewing and embroidery and he loved seeing all the intricate flowers, dragons and designs you had done on your clothing.

♡ He was especially surprised to find out you even sewed all your clothing yourself. He invited you to join him and the elves of Rivendell, of whom he was on his way to surprise with a visit. "They are very skilled with the fine arts such as embroidery and could teach you anything you wished to know about the art." He promised with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

♡ You ignored the thought at the back of your mind that wondered what he was planning and instead accepted his offer immediately. And he was right. Lord Elrond was very welcoming and taught you a great deal about sewing and embroidery. He even offered for you to visit as often as you liked between your future travels and you excitedly accepted.

♡ (Now the moment you've all been waiting for)

♡ One day after you had returned to Rivendell, a group of Dwarves and a hobbit showed up alongside a familiar wizard. You noticed them when they walked up the steps into Rivendell, following Lord Elrond who gave you a curt nod.

♡ You smiled and waved back, still holding a stunning Elven dress in your hands that you'd been embroidering. The elves had helped you to make it for special occasions if you ever wanted to join their celebrations in proper Elvish attired.

♡ Despite friendly nods from the hobbit and wizard, the Dwarves didn't really acknowledge you all that much - aside from glances to see if you were elf or human.

♡ But during a dinner with the elves and guests, they got to know you a bit more. Especially when you laughed and cheered to their songs and dances.

♡ You couldn't possibly be all that bad if you liked their music.

♡ They were there for weeks and during that time you slowly got to know them. An older dwarf, who was the eldest of his brothers, would especially spend time talking with you after you shared interest in wine.

♡ Every time you tried a new wine with him, he'd make sure to tell you all the cool details and facts about where and how it was grown, as well as how long it was left, why it should be left for however long, etc.

♡ You can now predict how long a wine should be left for based on how it was made. You also can sort of tell how aged a wine is by its taste. Not really, but you try and Dori gives you extra credit for that.

♡ His own brothers sympathize with the random wine and grapevine knowledge you'll be left knowing for the rest of your life. They too were subjected to hours of drunk Dori's stories and trivia.

♡ But the family was fun to hangout with - especially when they were completely drunk - so you didn't mind all that much.

♡ One day whilst you were drinking, Ori suddenly spoke up and asked, "Excuse me, (Y/N), but why does your hair cover one of your eyes? Doesn't that just make it harder to see?"

♡ "Aw, leave them alone, Ori." Bofur spoke up from the corner, smoking. "I think it's a cute style, (Y/N)." He gave a quick thumbs up.

♡ You returned it with a smile. "Nah, I don't mind the question." You chuckled, replying simply, "It is a bit hard to see with, but it doesn't affect my sight that much."

♡ You didn't feel comfortable telling anyone about your eye colour at that point. But Dori somehow sensed that something was a little off with your reply. He didn't pry, but he used his exquisite big brother skills to deduce a perfect solution to your current discomfort.

♡ Cheese.

♡ Therefore, Dori discreetly elbowed your arm and like a proper 'Wine Aunt' that visits every Christmas, he snuck you a little gift - a piece of cheese - when no one was looking and gave you a little nod of encouragement.

♡ "Thanks, Dori." You whispered when everyone was singing loudly and distracted.

♡ "No worries, kid." He grinned.

♡ Months went by, then years after they took back Erebor from Smaug. And you remained good friends with the Company and Bilbo. It was this winter you had decided to visit, your big brother figure Dori.

♡ During the time they were adventuring you opened up to Lord Elrond about your eye colours and he helped you feel more confident and comfortable with your appearance.

♡ It was the small things. Like the elves helping you change your hairstyle ever so slightly to show both your eyes and to frame your face better. Silver jewelry and beautiful leather clothes, boots and gauntlets.

♡ But all they did helped you so much, you'd almost forgotten there was anything different about you to begin with.

♡ So when you visited the dwarves, it's safe to say that jaws dropped.

♡ After all, heterochromia is one thing. SILVER heterochromia is another. Your eyes matched the fallen snow. The silver jewelry that adorned your ears as gifts from the kind elves. The silver moonlight that shone behind you when you entered the mountain.

♡ Bofur and Nori couldn't stop complimenting how beautiful it was and Ori desperately wanted to draw you. He'd never seen someone with two, beautiful eye colours and he wanted to remember the incredible sight.

♡ Dori basically became a temporary bodyguard by making sure no one was asking weird questions, or crossing your boundaries. He made sure to take you to a nice, quiet corner for some wine if you got overwhelmed by the attention.

♡ Your first night there was chaotic, but Dori had your back.

♡ He wasn't about to let anyone upset you. The group really helped you feel comfortable and confident. Adults being curious about such a phenomenon is very different to growing up with adults that feared the change.

♡ One day, Dori surprised you with a jeweled dagger the company had gotten together to make for you. "So you can stab anyone who insults you." Said Dori.

♡ "So you may defend yourself from danger, orcs, goblins or bandits." Corrected Thorin.

♡ "Or so you can look like a cool warrior facing off against wild beasts when hunting." Encouraged Ori.

♡ "Alright, alright. But it's also for stabbing." Dori huffed.

♡ "Guys, thank-you all so much for this." You smiled gratefully. The dagger was adorned with two jewels. A smokey quartz and a crystal. It matched your eyes.

♡ "It was Dori's idea." Balin grinned, throwing Dori under the river with his callout.

♡ "Well. Any decent person should carry a proper weapon of high quality. You see, higher quality daggers made by dwarves have a much better chance at actually piercing through veins and arteries with one cut and swing rather than the duller man-made blades that you sort of have to saw into an enemy's skin to pierce it deep enough to cause any proper damage...and of course that means the enemies will find their tough skin to be no match to the stronger, well smithed metal of dwarven craftmanship." Dori ranted in defense. Rambling a little, but you didn't mind.

♡ "Fascinating." You listened with awe.

♡ "You didn't catch half of that, did you?" Balin raised an eyebrow, watching you with a knowing-look.

♡ "Well, I understood half of it." You grinned honestly.

♡ "Ah, well allow me to explain slower." Dori cleared his throat and began with an added distant groan from Nori who'd heard all this several times growing up with his big brother.

♡ It was worth listening to Dori's explanations, facts and stories though. He was well-spoken, explained anything you missed and clarified anything you didn't understand. Like a big brother you had always wanted to be there for you.

~~~

Nori: (Romantic): (Orange and Dark Blue) ((This is gonna be very long, sorry lol))

♡ "If you let me sail, we'd be there by now." You huffed as Bard sailed the boat to the shores where the wine barrels wash up (after the Wood Elves let them out of the cellar of the Woodland Realm).

♡ Bard and you grew up together. You first met each other when your parents had decided to fish in the same spot out of Laketown and he pointed at you confidently saying, "You're weird."

♡ Other than the fish you were wearing on your head for a hat, you had no clue what would cause him to say such a thing to you.

♡ 'It must be because my eyes are two different colours!' You finally decided. After all, most other kids didn't like you for that reason. Apparently orange eyes were strange - especially when your other eye is a strikingly dark blue in comparison.

♡ "You're weird too!" You finally declared back.

♡ "At least I'm not wearing a fish for a hat." He rolled his eyes.

♡ "How dare you insult Saltwater the Third!"

♡ "What? Did you eat the other two?"

♡ "Daddd!!!!!" And that's how you two met as children.

♡ Don't worry, you still had a fish hat and you wore it all the time. The current one you had is Saltwater the Forty-Seventh if you were curious.

♡ Back to the present moment you two were in, he simply responded logically, "If you sailed us, the boat would be on the shore and the wine barrels would be in the water."

♡ "I don't see a problem with that. We could surf the barrels back to town."

♡ "Alright, (Y/N). You win. If you can surf a wine barrel all the way back to town, I'll let you drive the boat next time." Bard bet with a grin.

♡ "Deal. I'll be seeing you in town, later." You smugly smiled back.

♡ "Yeah. Tomorrow." Bard laughed. You couldn't help but laugh with him as the boat came to a stop along the shore. "Alright, let's go find those barrels." He sighed, hoping down and tying the boat to a makeshift post.

♡ You scouted ahead as he tied the ship up and saw the barrels further down the shoreline than usual. This isn't too odd considering the river's currents can be unpredictable. But it was the start to a very different day.

♡ The barrels were further up the shore - at a very rocky point - which meant you now had to climb up the rocky hill to go around a bunch of trees hanging at the edge of a cliff above the water to get to the opposite shore.

♡ You were halfway up when you thought about calling to Bard to let him know about the barrels when you heard water sloshing, footsteps and hushed voices nearby.

♡ There was no way it was Bard so you crouched down and watched a young dwarf with brown hair walk to the edge of the cliff not too far from you and sit down.

♡ He was emptying his boots of a lot of water right beside one of the barrels that you had first spotted from a distance.

♡ Upon closer inspection down below beside said barrel was another dwarf, a bit bigger with very grey hair that matched the rocks and a light coloured tunic that looked like dirt. Or was just very dirty. Either way he was basically camouflaged until you looked more carefully.

♡ 'Okay, so two dwarves near the barrels that elves use. I'm sure that's just a strange coincidence and they're just travellers.' You thought to yourself. Bard was only just climbing up the hill to join you so you decided to sneak around and spotted more dwarves that were seated behind boulders.

♡ 'Never mind, that's a lot more than two.' You mentally groaned. You snuck back to Bard just as he made it to the top of the hill. You pointed at the dwarves and used charades to count out 'thirteen' to Bard. His mouth gaped open and with a roll of his eyes he grabbed his bow from his back.

♡ 'Seriously?' You mouthed gobsmacked his first instinct was to shoot and ask questions later.

♡ 'There's more of them than of us.' He mouthed back whilst drawing his arrow back and aiming at the younger dwarf.

♡ 'So what? You're just going to shoot them?' You glared. He met your gaze again.

♡ 'It's not going to kill them.' He argued.

♡ 'I don't think that's the point here.' You finished and he reluctantly relaxed his drawstring.

♡ 'Fine. Just let me intimidate them.' He finally mouthed to you as the young dwarf was emptying out his other shoe now. He sneaked past you, drew back his drawstring once more and stood up to be clearly seen. The young dwarf froze in place and slowly turned around to look up at Bard. You decided to just watch from a distance, only having the skill to fight with a dagger for self-defense.

♡ He must've had all the dwarves' attention by now, still aiming his arrow at the same poor young dwarf. Bard's attention then shifted to the other dwarf who quickly stood up and grabbed a large branch - prepared to defend everyone.

♡ Bard then took his shot, the arrow whizzing straight into the branch's wood. Another dwarf in the distance, this one looking younger, picked up a rock and went to hurl it to Bard - but Bard was quicker and he shot the stone out of the dwarf's hand with another arrow. "Do it again, and you're dead." Bard threatened with another arrow drawn back.

♡ "Excuse me, but - uhm, you're from Laketown?" A new voice spoke up. You watched as an older, white-haired dwarf stepped forwards with his arms up in surrender whilst he cautiously approached Bard. "If I'm not mistaken?" Bard shifted and pointed his arrow whilst letting him continue talking. "That...barge over there." The older dwarf points to our ship which could be seen, but they had only just noticed in the distance. "It wouldn't be available for hire, by any chance?"

♡ "There's a chance." Bard unnotched his arrow and put it back in his quiver, swinging the bow back around his arm before stepping down the rocks as carefully as he could. "But it's unlikely. We're only here for these barrels."

♡ "We..?" The older dwarf was cut off when Bard waved you over and you helped him to start moving the barrels up the cliff to the ship. "Oh.."

♡ "Do you need help with that, lass?" A different brunet dwarf asked, approaching you and Bard carefully.

♡ You and Bard shared a brief glance, calculating how much sooner you could have dinner with a little help and finally you nodded. "Yes, please. Thank-you."

♡ And that long introduction, chat, is how you first met Nori.

♡ You, like Bard, were very skeptical of the dwarves and only helped them with the promise of pay. Double pay meant you and Bard could easily half it and you wouldn't be totally sacrificing all your pay to your pet cat. Which in turn meant you could buy yourself food!

♡ (Yes, you have a cat and yes he is your first priority. He's the best mouse-catcher in Laketown. He's the sole reason mice have been less of a problem and don't get into the winter food storage sheds anymore.)

♡ Nori thought you were odd to say the least. You wore a fish on your head, had completely different coloured eyes and talked like you were either high, or drunk, 24/7.

♡ You almost didn't have anything more to do with the dwarves after that fateful day, but Nori saw you struggle and stole some food before he went to the mountains and lemme tell you. After nearly 9 hours since your last meal, that little gift of stolen food was like a marriage proposal.

♡ In the Battle against the orcs there was no way you were just going to sit in a building uselessly with a bunch of other women. You grabbed a sword, petted your cat and charged a bunch of orcs, slicing as quickly as you could to deflect and kill them.

♡ During the chaos of everything, you bumped into Nori. Although you had no clue how he and you and ended up fighting near each other, you stood strong and watched each other's backs as orc after orc charged you.

♡ The battle felt never ending and you could've sworn a tinge of pink had lit up the sky and clouds whilst you fought for your survival. The sun was setting and you were still fighting.

♡ Once the battle was one and the injured were healed and Thorin paid people what they were owed, Nori and you sat down together near a dying campfire. You had gotten along since the battle.

♡ He would crack so many jokes it was great! He also liked your jokes. Your favourite thing about his jokes was: they were never about your appearance, or eyes or the fish hat you wore. He would joke about anything!

♡ From teasing his own siblings to laughing at how silly the Elves looked - being all serious. But he showed nothing but adoration for your eyes.

♡ Months passed and Dale was rebuilt. You and Bard had moved into Dale with Bard's children. Nori visited often. You two went fishing, shopping, hiking and scouting together.

♡ Eventually, he started to court you. His antics were amusing. Watching how dwarves court was quite amusing to a human. Nori would steal you items to show his quick fingers, stealth and skills. He'd steal you things he knew you liked.

♡ He squared up against almost any possible rival and even attempted to square up against Bard to win your approval. But Bard denied him and sent him to shop some wood instead.

♡ He didn't need to go the extra mile though. You felt the same for the sneak-thief. He was kind and funny and considerate. What woman wouldn't fall for him? Once you could finally sit him down for a meal, you expressed your feelings for him.

♡ The next day he made a courting braid and asked to braid it into your hair. You gladly accepted and allowed him to gently brush, wash and dry your hair over the next few hours. After the braid was in, you asked if you could do the same.

♡ And so the two of you spent the next few hours together once again, but this time as you brushed, washed and helped re-tie Nori's hair. It was probably the most memorable day you had in a while and you have always cherished the memory ever since.

♡ One day, when you were feeling just a little self-conscious, you asked how Nori felt about you looking different. Being a human surrounded by dwarves more often now...having two different coloured eyes...adults talking about you behind your back despite children adoring your cool fish hat.

♡ It had all just started to get to you and you didn't know how to handle it.

♡ "Darling, you're perfect to me. I don't care if you have blue hair or pink skin. You being human doesn't change how I feel about you...and neither do your eyes." Nori spoke softly.

♡ "Your eyes are like a sunset that meets the ocean. I've fallen in love with those stunning colours of yours." Nori placed his hand against your cheek and rubbed circles with his thumb as you leaned into his touch. Tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes.

♡ "Never change. For anyone. Please...keep being yourself...even if it's just for me. I love you." Nori pulled you into a soft embrace and let you cry out your feelings for as long as you needed. He meant every word he spoke and wanted desperately to show you in some way.

♡ The next day you woke up to a full breakfast-in-bed meal of all your favourite foods and even a nice hot drink for the cold morning. Nori brought you dark blue flowers with orange centers and orange flowers with dark blue ribbows tying them together. He loved your eyes and he really meant it.

♡ He even brought you a hat stand so you wouldn't lose your fish hats. (You had a slight habit of losing them).

♡ He was sweet and thoughtful when he needed to be. <3

~~~

Oin: (Platonic): (Grey and Light Green)

♡ When most people fall into a fictional world, usually it's their favourite. Most of the time, they're minding their own business and not working a 14-hour hospital shift.

♡ Unfortunately, you didn't conform to the norms of society very often and just had to fall through a magic portal as you finally finished clocking off for the night day. Because it was 4am when you finished work.

♡ So you can imagine the company's surprise when a mysterious figure falls from a strange portal in the sky. And when they get closer the stranger is fully decked out in weird blue clothing (scrubs), with their somewhat short hair neatly out of their face and very worn-through shoes.

♡ As if the person did hours and hours of walking in the same shoes every day.

♡ Which you did do.

♡ You're very lucky Gandalf is a super kind person to bring you with them to camp for the night and to look after you, because when you hit the ground it didn't matter that the fall hadn't knocked you out from the impact.

♡ The minute you were laying down in soft grass with the warm sun shining down on you, you were out like a light. You could've slept through a hurricane, tornado siren and nuclear explosion.

♡ Nothing the company did to make sure you were alive and okay the next day, woke you. All they could do was leave you to Gandalf's care as he carefully rode onward whilst making sure you didn't fall off. And hope you didn't hit your head.

♡ When you did finally wake up, you were hungry as fuck.

♡ You ate any food Bombur made and had three serves of dinner. The company was respectful, but cautious of you. They didn't really trust you until you helped treat Ori and Bombur's cooking burns with cold, creek water and some of Oin's herbs.

♡ After they realized you were a doctor they had so many questions. You happily answered any of their medical questions about the body, brain, organs and anything else.

♡ One of the questions they had was regarding your two different eye colours. "How did that happen?" "Does it just happen, or does an accident cause it?" "Is that an injury?" "Does it hurt?" "Is it annoying?"

♡ You patiently answered each question. "I was born with this. One of my eyes slowly darkened until it stopped at this light green and my other grew lighter in colour each day until it was fully grey." "It can be caused by injury, or an accident. Specifically if the accident or injury involves the eye. If the eye is damaged it may lose some melanin - the colouring - and thus change to a lighter colour. But that is not the case for my eyes."

♡ "No, it doesn't hurt. It feels the same to me as your eyes feel for you. I can see perfectly clear and it causes no issues. It isn't annoying, I'm already used to it when I look into mirrors or my water's reflection."

♡ The younger dwarves were especially in awe of your eyes. Despite the whole group growing to like you and come to you for medical aide, Oin especially took a liking to you. He was fascinated by such a young person knowing so much about medicine.

♡ He took you under his wing in this world and taught you all about the different herbs, mushrooms, medieval medicines and other treatments or small surgeries they were capable of performing.

♡ You absorbed all the information quite quickly like a sponge which further impressed the older healer.

♡ When Oin was sleeping early at night, or just resting in general, you would take over as the go-to-medic for the dwarves when they got a small injury, felt sick, or need medicine - like for sleeping better.

♡ You would also make them cups of tea, maybe a nice soup if most of the company caught a cold from icy, freezing rivers that they swam through.

♡ Even though the group wasn't sure about you at first, they really came to appreciate you in their times of need. Especially after the battle for Erebor. If it wasn't for your expert medical knowledge and quick fighting and thinking; Fili, Kili and Thorin (respectively) would've died from their terrible wounds.

♡ They had fought recklessly - though that was mostly Thorin's fault for being foolish - but thanks to your knowledge on healing and stitching, the three recovered quickly and in just a couple weeks they were back up on their feet.

♡ You kept a close eye on them; making sure they weren't going to overwork themselves. After the battle and aftermath cleanup was all sorted, Thorin took over the Throne and ruled as King Under the Mountain. He officially made you Oin's assistant and you basically became a 'royal healer'.

♡ Despite the official title, you decided to help anyone who was in need. Especially young children. The children were always fascinated by your eyes. They thought the colours were incredible.

♡ It was so heartwarming when they'd come back just to give you a drawing they did of you. You decided to set up a picture wall to hang all the lovely drawings. Anytime you felt scared, or were sick, you'd look up at the wall and remember how sweet and brave those kids were.

♡ Oin made sure you never overworked, got proper sleep and meals and he also taught you dwarven sign language so you could treat deaf and hard of hearing patients like Oin, or Bifur.

~~~

Bombur: (Romantic): (Dark Brown with Yellow around one eyes' center)

♡ You were a great cook and fighter. When the spiders of Mirkwood became a massive problem, you were put onto a patrol team that did two rounds around the borders of the forest each day.

♡ After that, you worked hard to make lunch and dinner with the other chefs and cooks. Great feasts for celebrations and small feasts to sing songs around fires with.

♡ So one day when you were preparing a great feast for another fun celebration, a border patrol lead by the Prince of Mirkwood arrived with a large group of dwarves who had been found wandering aimlessly off the path.

♡ You didn't think much of it until they escaped and caused great havoc with their unorthodox exit out of Mirkwood: riding in empty wine barrels out of the backdoor from palace, exiting through the back gate.

♡ Orcs then attacked the dwarves and elves whilst the elves attempted to keep the dwarves from escaping further and the orcs from causing more damage. You watched all this from a distance, killing off the few orcs that attempted to get inside the building.

♡ You couldn't keep track of how much time passed after that, but soon an army of elves were called to arms by the King. Everyone gathered in their armour, grabbing their weapons and standing out the door waiting for further instructions.

♡ You had joined the army, ready to fight against the dwarves that had recently reconquered Erebor. It was for the simple matter of helping the Laketown people who had called for aide since the dragon attack burned down their town.

♡ There were carts of supplies you would all bring to the people who were currently taking refuge in Dale.

♡ The walk to Dale with all the supplies took quite a little while, but when you arrived and saw all the wounded, sick and how desperate everyone was for food - the trip was worth it. Once the King talked with the head of the group and figured out what had happened, he then handed out the supplies.

♡ All the elves got to work: helping the injured and sick with their knowledge of medicine, handing out food, blankets, water and more. You got to work cooking up a massive pot of soup with vegetables and some meat for everyone to have a serving of, as was requested of you.

♡ That was the main reason you were there helping. Your aide in battle was secondary, helping the people was your primary mission.

♡ When the battle began, you did your best to fight off the orc invasion in Dale. There was no reason for you to be fighting up front at the front gate of Erebor when there was a serious battle just at your own feet.

♡ Defending children and the elderly during all the chaos was the most difficult part of the battle. You had to make sure that, whilst they fought and laid finishing blows, they were not hit unaware by orcish archers.

♡ Once the battle was won and the war was over, it was time to help with the aftermath. Burying the dead, tending to the injured, cooking up pots of soup, or stew, for everyone and handing out bread, water and other necessary materials or foods for people to sustain themselves.

♡ The dwarves were allies at this point and did their best to right their wrongs. There was an especially friendly dwarf who came up beside you one evening with more vegetables and meat - exactly what you requested from the dwarves for the next meal - and he even helped you cook it all up.

♡ He knew some herbs that you had never seen before and you taught him some elvish cooking that made food taste more tender and juicy - it was wine, but don't tell the kids.

♡ Over time you got to know your new fellow chef, 'Bombur'. You two spent the next couple weeks cooking food for the hungry masses until everyone had food supplies and shelter to stay at in Dale. Repairs to houses took a while, but once most of the major houses were done for food storage and temporary shelter, you were relieved of duty.

♡ Despite that, whilst the King finished up his business with the dwarven king, Thorin, you continued to hang out with Bombur. Sitting around campfires, cooking smaller meals together, trading jokes, stories, adventures and tales. You grew quite fond of the dwarf.

♡ When it came time for you to return to the palace with the King Thranduil, you promised to write to Bombur and he promised the same.

♡ And you both kept your words.

♡ You sent letters back and forth for many months and occasionally visited the dwarf for special celebrations where he asked for your aide in cooking - an excuse to spend an evening with you.

♡ Many years later, after five full years of courting each other, you both got married and lived together in Erebor. The King Thranduil did not mind your choice in love and wished you luck on your journey.

♡ The King Thorin accepted you fully as another good chef in the kingdom and made sure a feast was prepared for your wedding so you and Bombur could relax and simply enjoy the day together.

♡ Another couple years passed. You were all sitting at a table enjoying a couple beers when Bofur spoke up, teasing Bombur. "Still can't believe you managed to find and romance such a beautiful lady, Bombur. I mean, her unique eye colours," He gestured to your central heterochromia, "...her stunning hair, glowing skin, incredible cooking, gosh Bombur, you're so lucky. I hope I find a pretty wife soon too.." He sighed, taking another swig of his fifth beer.

♡ The alcohol must've been hitting him, so you merely comforted the tired dwarf. "I'm sure there's someone out there waiting for you too, Bofur." You chuckled. "Right, Bombur?"

♡ Bombur was staring at you intensely when you turned to him.

♡ "Bombur?" You tried again, waving a hand in front of his face. "Erebor to Bombur, attention Bombur." You teased. He leaned in closer and you were expecting a kiss, but he hesitated and maintained strict eye-contact.

♡ "Your eyes are slightly different colours!!" He announced excitedly. There was a moment of surprise and silence until the whole table was roaring with laughter.

♡ "You only just now noticed?? We've been married two years!! Courted for five years!! Knew each other for many years before that, how did you not see this?" You gasped.

♡ "I never really took a good look at that...I assumed it was the same in both eyes...I thought it was candlelight most days." He admitted quietly. His whole face was red at this point, so you pinched his cheeks and gave him a quick kiss.

♡ "Darling, I love you! But for Mahal's sake, dear..."

♡ "I know...I'm sorry, love." He shyly offered you his food as an apology and sign of love.

♡ How he didn't notice for all those years remained a damn mystery in your mind. But that was okay, because he was a bit silly, but very sweet.

~~~

Gloin: (Platonic): (Orange and Black)

♡ When you were just a young dwarf, you got separated from your family and lost in a busy marketplace.

♡ Your parents went to look at jewelry whilst you looked at some well made toys and trinkets for children. By the time you were finished looking around...it was too late. You had completely forgotten where they said they were going to be.

♡ You started running around, ducking under people's bags and trays, darting between people and dodging their legs and arms.

♡ Whether it was by fate, luck or chance, when you started to give up your search; sitting down on a stone bench crying, Gloin walked past and noticed your small presence.

♡ He set his groceries down and sat beside you. "What's the matter, lad?" He asked softly, rubbing your back as you desperately tried to sob out coherent words.

♡ But Gloin had a child already and didn't have to spend too long decoding your gibberish to understand you lost your parents and were all alone in distress.

♡ "Aw, that's alright, laddie. Come along, I'll help you find your parents. Hold my hand so you don't get lost and let's go have a look, okay? I'm sure they're looking for you too." He gave you a soft smile and led you back into the centre of the bustling marketplace.

♡ He was correct - your parents had been worried sick looking for you. You apologized and hugged them. They were so relieved and grateful they invited Gloin, his wife and child all to dinner that evening and Gloin happily accepted.

♡ They shared their home address with him and let you two say goodbye before they headed home. You had such a big day, you needed a bath and snack before dinner.

♡ After that fateful day, Gloin and his family had remained good friends with your family and you would play with Gimli quite often. Hide and Seek, I Spy, Tag, you name it - y'all played it.

♡ Gloin would join in too with your own father! It was so much fun running around and squealing when they jumped out from the shadows with a "Boo!"

♡ Gloin was basically an Uncle figure to you. Constant visits, birthday celebrations and presents, babysitting you and Gimli when your parents went on a date night.

♡ And the same with your parents babysitting Gimli so Gloin could treat his love to a nice date night!

♡ When you became a teenager and started an apprenticeship in smithing, you slowly became self-conscious of your eye colours. This was an unusual feeling. Doubt? But also guilt perhaps?

♡ Like a spiraling feeling in your stomach...like your eye colours made you different. Made you stand out...and you felt guilty for it.

♡ You couldn't figure out what was wrong. What went wrong. Spending so many years feeling accepted by Gloin, your family, his family - especially Gimli. None of them even mentioned your heterochromia.

♡ They didn't point it out as if it was a major characteristic of yours, a defining feature, or trait. They always pointed out your creativity, your energetic and bubbly personality.

♡ But since starting the apprenticeship and working alongside other apprentices - they started pointing out how strange, or "different" or "weird" your eyes looked.

♡ These thoughts and confusing feelings kept you up at night. But you didn't dare mention it to anyone. This was a new and strange feeling that you still couldn't put into words.

♡ It felt a little silly that you felt guilty for something you were naturally born with. You couldn't explain how strange that feeling was.

♡ There must've been a noticeable change in your demeanor, however, as everyone started being extra doting and sweeter to you at home.

♡ This went on for months until one day you were sitting outside with Gloin and he asked how you had been feeling recently. "Since starting the apprenticeship." And that's when you broke down into tears.

♡ That small, slightly concerned, question was the final blow to your constant turmoil.

♡ "Aw, lad. I thought you looked a little down recently. Come here, it's okay...shhh...it's all going to be alright, laddie." Gloin hushed, rubbing circles on your back whilst hugging you.

♡ Once you had let out all your pent up emotions, you felt like you could explain how you felt to him. You told him how the other apprentices' comments had been making you feel.

♡ How you felt guilty, doubtful, unconfident, different...the list went on. Gloin didn't interrupt you the entire time you spoke. He simply listened and occasionally nodded. Until you had let all your thoughts out.

♡ You felt embarrassed for breaking down so fast, but Gloin spoke up. "I'm sorry you've been feeling like this for so long, lad." He sighed. "Maybe your eyes are different colours. And maybe you stand out a bit because of that...but that doesn't outshine the rest of you."

♡ "Y'know, everyone starts to feel like that when life gets strange, or difficult. And that's okay. What you've got to remember is the talents you possess. Your skill at crafting things, is who you truly are. The person you want to be - aspire to be! That's who you are. Your appearance will change with time. You might start to go blind...your hair will turn white, but what truly matters is what you do until then."

♡ "If you take their unthoughtful comments to heart, you might miss what's right in front of you by dwelling on how 'different' you feel. Focus on the present, laddie. Focus on this apprenticeship and show those apprentices what true skill and talent looks like! And when you show 'em up and prove their comments useless...well, I hope to be there...standing behind you - watching you shine."

♡ Gloin gave you a big bear hug and ruffled your hair a bit. "Alright, kid." He stood up with a grin. "All these feelings are exhausting and you must be hungry by now. After all, you're still growing." He chuckled and helped you to your feet.

♡ "Let's go get some dinner." The talk you had with him had really helped. You took his advice and ignored what other's said, unless it was advice or about your creations. You were passionate about your creations.

♡ You learned to make lots of different things. From swords and maces, to necklaces and rings. Eventually, you aced the apprenticeship and continued to work at the forge shop - selling your creations and accepting new challenges everyday.

♡ And if you ever had another bad day like that again...Gloin was right there for you - making sure you got back up to your feet and never gave up your passions and dreams.

♡ You were forever glad to Mahal for such an amazing friend.

~~~ The End ~~~

#the hobbit #x reader #thorin's company #fanfiction #heterochromia reader #fluff #headcanons

[wolfsbane-and-nettles]

Bilbo Sessile Baggins, son of Bungo, son of Mungo....

...or, Blessed Child of Yavanna, Babble Baggins, Petraea, Prince of the Shire, and Lorembaron...

Promo art, if you will, for my latest fic that will be published soon on AO3.

{Chosen Horizons }

Summary:

In the rolling hills of the Shire, where the simple life is cherished and magic is a rarity, one hobbit was blessed by the Valar themselves, Bilbo Baggins. Unfortunately for Bilbo, his abilities brought him nothing but trouble and strife, and so he strived to live a quiet and unremarkable life and fit in with the rest of polite hobbit society. Alas, fate had other plans for him, and when the call to adventure came in the form of a band of dwarves seeking his aid on a quest to reclaim their homeland, Bilbo could no longer ignore the Valar's will. His journey would be perilous and his path uncertain, but with steadfast companions by his side and a love that burned brighter than any forge, Bilbo would rise to his destiny and become a hero of legend.

Chosen Horizons is a Bilbo/Thorin fanfic about a certain reluctant hobbit and determined dwarf who are both too stubborn for their own good.

***

This fic has a fully completed rough draft of 480+ pages, and the first few chapters are currently being beta'd before publishing. I am incredibly proud of this fic and I cannot wait to share it with everyone! It is incredibly lore heavy and I have done SO much research and am excited to geek out about it with ya'll.

Nerdy bits in the pic:

Fortinbras I Took's wife is never named...so I decided to give her one. She is named Lunabia Underhill. Lunabia has multiple meanings/symbolisms...my favorite being "am I forgotten?" (and Underhill because it is a rather common family name in The Shire and Bree, and I felt that Bilbo would probably use a family name when he's using a fake name).

Lorembaron: Lore (dreams/visions) + Umbar (fate/doom)+ On , more or less meaning "Dreamer of Fate" or "He Who Dreams of Fate" in Quenya.

This fic will have a good bit of Elvish (Sindarin and Quenya) and Neo-Khuzdul in it...but I am no Middle-Earth Linguist, so please take my translations loosely.

I'm super excited to get this published and share it and I hope, when I do, you all enjoy it!

((And yes, I just really wanted to have a hobbitish photoshoot for my picture of Bilbo...))

#Bilbo Baggins #Bilbo #The Hobbit #Hobbit #Bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #Thilbo #fanfiction #bagginshield fanfic #hobbit fanfic #hobbit fanart #bilbo fanart #art #fanart #I spent way too long with this little photoshoot #it was worth it #thorin x bilbo #bilbo/thorin #bilbo x thorin #thorin/bilbo

[linasofia]

A Shooting Star

Part 6

Fandom: The Hobbit

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Vega

Summary: Lady Vega loves to sneak out to Erebor’s rampart to study the night sky, but one night, an unexpected visitor joins her. It is the beginning of a story whose end only the stars can tell.

Warnings: none

A/N: This is the sixth part of this fic. You can read all the previous parts here.

Special thanks to @legolasbadass & @lathalea 💙💙

Khuzdul: Thutratur - Little star Zulfaluf - Tiny sleep

Even before she was fully awake, Vega could smell the faint scent of lavender coming from one of the tiny bags her mother insisted she kept in her chamber during the night. Apparently, it was known to have a positive effect on the mind and help the body to get a restful sleep. Vega took a deep breath and smiled. When she finally fell asleep the night before, it was not thanks to the lavender but due to her body’s exhaustion. The evening under the stars with Thorin took a path she had barely dared to dream of, and his unexpected—and slightly sudden—revealing of his feelings kept her awake long after she blew out the candle next to her bed. She could still feel his tender caresses and the warmth seeping through the opening in his tunic. The taste of his kisses was gone, but she only had to close her eyes to remember how they felt. Sweet and hesitating at first, then, as they both grew bolder, he stole her breath away. Thorin carved a place for himself deep in her heart, and in return he expressed every single emotion in his azure eyes. Without speaking, his lips on her exposed neck gave her promises of intimacy and pleasure beyond anything she could imagine. When he caressed her waist and hip through the fabric of her clothes, Vega secretly longed for the special night when he would fulfill those promises. The husky voice he used when he reverently spoke her name made her inner fire burn with a never before discovered intensity. Thorin was equally fuming hot, yet respectful, and even if she was more than willing to go further, his hand never reached higher under her skirt than her stockings. It was probably for the best, Vega thought, as she gazed at the dress she left in a pile on the stool before she climbed into bed. The nights were not that mild—even if Thorin’s body heat could easily have kept her warm during the coldest winter storm. She wondered what the maid would think if she looked closer at the laundry. The hem was dirty, and a small tear in the fabric reminded Vega of when she accidentally stepped on it as she climbed onto the rock with Thorin closely behind her.

Vega rose from the soft furs in her bed and opened the wardrobe. Absently she selected a clean dress and started to get ready. Her hair was always curly after being captured in braids for so many hours, but this morning it was more unruly than usual. She suspected Thorin's fingers' wonderful teasing of the back of her neck was to blame for the extra work she now had to put into her morning routine. Not that she complained—he was more than welcome to ruin her hairstyle again. And again. When she was slowly combing her long locks, she was careful not to ruin the only braid she did not unbraid last night. Vega ran her fingertips over the thin, but intriguing pattern, remembering Thorin’s words while resting his forehead against hers: With this braid, I commit to you. Vega studied her sparkling reflection in the mirror and admitted she felt different, as if a missing piece of her had returned, even though she never knew it was lost.

Lady Vanadis was seated at their large table, sipping her favorite tea, and Vega smiled at her before she began to prepare her morning meal.

”You are up late today, zulfaluf,” her mother remarked with a hint of worry in her tone. ”Are you not well?”

”I am very well, amad. Please, do not worry. I just had trouble falling asleep last night and my bed seemed unusually soft this morning.”

”I need to refill your bag of lavender, it is my fault. I forgot to do it and now the calming effect is fading.”

”It is not the lavender, my whole chamber smells of it.” Vega let out a short laugh. ”I just had something I could not stop thinking of.”

Her mother raised an eyebrow, put aside the book she was reading, and looked at her with interest. ”Will you share your thoughts with me?”

Vega lowered her gaze and blushed. She had not prepared what she wanted to say about Thorin’s and hers newly formed relationship, and the opportunity to reveal her secret came too soon. With only a short hesitation, Vega quickly decided it might be better to just let it out. Keeping her news and feelings from her mother would only make it strange later on. She brought her meal to the table and sat down on the opposite side, facing her beloved mother.

”I know that look on your face, Vega. Something important has happened and you dread to tell me about it.” Vanadis placed her mug of tea in front of her. ”It reminds me of that time when you were little and came home with that poor hedgehog you found by the stream, remember?” Vega met her mother’s kind gaze. ”Your eyes tell me you are excited, but maybe you are uncertain how I will react.”

”You know me so well, amad.” Vega smiled.

”You were never a good liar.”

Vega took a deep breath and folded her hands in her lap. She was nervous even if she could not understand why. Her mother had always supported her will to follow her heart and never accept a marriage just out of convenience or to secure a union between two houses. There was no easy way of saying the things she had on her mind, so she aimed for a quick reveal.

”I have met someone. Someone who thinks fondly of me. And I reciprocate his feelings.”

Not a word came from her mother, but her slender hand covered her mouth in the most surprised expression Vega had ever seen. Then she smiled warmly.

”That explains the dreamy look in your eyes.”

Vega took a bite of the newly baked bread. It was her favorite, with butter spread and it was still warm. The baker’s helper must have delivered it recently.

”So, I assume you have not only met him once. Is he an honorable dwarf?”

”Yes, very.” Vega smiled and could not help thinking of her own indecent thoughts while Thorin’s hand longingly caressed her hip. They had both controlled their feelings last night and succeeded only out of willpower and modesty. ”Amad, we are courting.”

A delighted scream fell from Vanadis’ lips, and she waved at Vega with large gestures, urging her to stand and come closer. With her heart hammering, Vega gladly obeyed her mother and moved to the chair next to her. She knew exactly what she was expected to do, and with a slight tremble in her fingers, she freed the braid Thorin had put his heart and soul into the previous night. She had partly hidden it among her other braids but only to avoid unwanted attention later during the day. The beautiful clasp already felt like a part of her, and when her mother reached for it to take a better look, Vega held her breath.

”Vega!” her mother exclaimed and pulled the braid closer. ”This is no ordinary courting braid, this is—”

Vega could swear her mother stopped breathing too, and she carefully met her widened eyes. People often told Vega she had her mother’s eyes, and she almost felt as if she was looking into a mirror when her mother captured her gaze.

”If I am not mistaken, this clasp belongs to the ruler of Erebor. How did you come by this? Is this a joke, Vega?”

Vega slowly shook her head, and her mother stared back at her with shock written on her usually calm face. Vanadis was known to be sensible and smart, and while she studied her daughter, her mind worked frantically to put the small pieces of information together. Vega let out a sigh of relief when her mother finally smiled. Then suddenly, Vanadis put her arms around Vega in the most motherly embrace. She held her close as if trying to comfort Vega in the absence of words. A faint sob erupted in her chest, and when Vanadis finally spoke, it was with a warm and caring tone.

”I think you need to explain to me what happened before King Thorin braided your hair.”

***

A smoking stew stood ready on the table, and Vega nervously waited for her father to come home. He was expected to join his family for dinner but was running late. It was not unusual since meetings often kept him from his home but this time, Vega did not mind too much. She was still going through the things she planned to say, and she hoped he would be glad. After all, he was the one trying to convince her to get married. Married. The thought made her shiver. It was not the thought of being eternally united with Thorin that made her uneasy; it was the thought of being recognized as the king’s consort and having to perform whatever duties might follow. It was nothing they had discussed—it was obviously too soon for that—but Vega could not stop her mind from wandering into the unknown. What awaited her beyond courting—if all went well? How would a life next to the mightiest dwarf of the seven kingdoms be? She was certain of her own feelings, and nothing except honesty and devotion shone in Thorin’s eyes when they parted the previous night. Still, she was filled with questions she had no answers to.

The angry bang of the door slamming shut announced Lord Vimar’s arrival. Long meeting, Vega thought as she stood to greet him. After all his years as the king’s advisor, Vimar’s wife and daughter knew how to tackle his sometimes fast-shifting mood. Plenty of food and good ale got them far, and when that was not enough,a supporting smile and a large portion of patience usually got him in a better place. He was like one of his strange measure-tools, complicated to understand, but when one learned to read him right, he was a fascinating man.

Vega watched her mother quickly embrace her tired husband and then urge him to sit down. A large mug of ale already waited for him on the table, and he grabbed it without a word. Vanadis truly was the best of two worlds; caring, supportive, devoted and always honest. But she also had an iron will and knew how to get what she wanted. Vimar’s and Vanadis’ love was of a deeper kind, the strongest sort, formed during a long life together and eventually graced with a child—Vega. With a knowing smile, her mother sat down at the table and offered Vega to start filling her plate. The two of them shared a secret, at least for now.

Evening meals usually meant time for the family to share events of the day, and even if Vega was a grown woman, she valued the times when they were able to dine together—maybe even more than she did when she was a child. The meal served was, as always, well-seasoned, but Vega had problems focusing on the different flavors. Instead, her mind jumped from one rock to another in the dark pond of uncertainness. She wanted to speak her heart’s words, but something held her back, and it was not the tired look in her father’s eyes. She could not find the right opening for such an important revelation, and she feared she would lose the opportunity. Her mother never failed to read the tension in a room, and after a long look of mutual understanding, Vanadis gave her daughter a gentle push in the right direction.

”My dearest husband, I think Vega looks exceptionally beautiful today, would you not agree?”

Lord Vimar met Vega’s gaze and smiled warmly. From the day she was born she had been his little gem, even if he nowadays often forgot to tell her that. ”She always looks beautiful. Even old Ull with his milky eyes can see that.”

”Thank you, father.” Vega returned his smile, took a deep breath and clasped her hands to prevent them from shaking. Just say it, her heart whispered, and she quickly prayed for strength beyond her usual. ”Father, I want to tell you something.”

Lord Vimar nodded and took another mouthful of stew.

”I have met someone that I care deeply for. In fact—we are courting.”

The expression on Lord Vimar’s face was something Vega would remember forever, and she was suddenly glad she chose to tell him while seated. He chewed slowly as if her words were hard to take in. As he slowly recovered, his initial shock was replaced with the serious look Vega knew too well, and when he spoke, it was the exact words she already had predicted. ”Is he from a good family?”

”Yes… I suppose you could say that.” Vega sighed.

”Excellent! You know how important it is to make good arrangements.” He lifted his hands in defense. ”I know what you are thinking and want to say now, for you have said it many times before. But it doesn’t change the reality under this Mountain.” He tapped his index finger on the table to accentuate his last words.

Vega kept quiet; it was not the type of conversation she wished for. Her father seemed to mistake her silence for consent, and he went on.

”Do I know him? Or maybe his father?” Unable to stop the blush from spreading over her cheekbones, Vega only nodded in reply. Lord Vimar became eager, and his voice changed with his mood, ”I do? Now you must tell me at once. Who is he?”

There it was—the question she dreaded answering but could not escape. She put on what she hoped was a confident smile. ”The king,” Vega replied, but the smile died on her lips when she saw the change in her father’s eyes.

”The king? Don’t be ridiculous—this is no time for games. I am being serious.” Lord Vimar’s nasal voice was slightly raised.

”So am I, father.”

”Vega,” his voice held no doubt a warning—he was too tired for nonsense.

”Vimar, she is wearing the king’s clasp in her hair. What she said is true.”

Vega was not sure if her mother’s words helped or made things worse, but her father stared at her, and Vega could only guess what thoughts were gathering behind his stormy eyes. The silence in the dining area was so thick one could cut it with a dagger. When Lord Vimar finally spoke, it was with a voice filled with bitterness.

”That sly king, he looks me in the eyes almost every day and not a single word has he ever spoken of you.”

Vega tried to find a reason for her father’s strange reaction but failed.

”I hoped for you to be glad. I thought you wanted me to find a man—to get married even.”

”To a wealthy lord, yes. Not to the king!” Lord Vimar shook his head, still unable to control his tone. ”Vega, are you out of your mind? Have you any idea what he will ask of you? Demand even?”

Vega did not reply. The truth was she had no idea what wouldbe expected of her. She had spent half the night pondering that question, along with several other thoughts which simply refused to leave her alone.

”I love him.” The words she had reserved for Thorin slipped from her in an attempt to add more depth to her situation, and she met her father’s piercing gaze with her head held high. Lord Vimar sighed deeply and stroked his long beard.

”Where in Mahal’s name have you gotten to know the king?”

Vega hesitated. ”Thorin and I—”

Lord Vimar slammed his palm hard on the well-polished wooden table. ”King Thorin!” he roared, and with his long index finger, he pointed at Vega. ”Nobody disgraces the king like that in my home!”

Silence fell heavy around the table. Vega’s heart was racing, and tears stung in her eyes, but she refused to cry. She forced a piece of bread into her mouth and swallowed it down almost without chewing. It hurt her throat, but she did not care.

An unexpected knock on the door made them all glance at each other, and Vanadis instantly stood from the table and marched to answer the door. Dark, muffled voices were soon heard, and then it became silent again. Vega’s mother called her to the door, and Vega stood up, grateful for the distraction. She had no idea what to expect and for a short moment, she almost hoped it was Thorin who had come.

In the hall stood a very large package resting against the wall. The piece was wide and tall but not very thick. It was carefully wrapped but possibly too unwieldy to be lifted by one person alone.

”For you, apparently.” Her mother pointed at the package and smiled encouragingly at Vega. ”May I guess it is your first courting gift? Maybe larger than the customary gifts, but I suppose the king can send whatever he finds suitable.”

Warmth spread in Vega’s chest, and she smiled back at her mother. ”Will you help me move it to my chamber? It doesn’t look too heavy.”

The women lifted the package easily and carried it to Vega’s chamber—without passing through the dining area. Safely behind the closed door, Vega could not resist starting to unwrap it.

”May I stay or do you prefer to be left alone?” Her mother’s thoughtful question made Vega pause, but she did not need to think long before answering.

”I want you here, amad. Please stay.”

The smile she received warmed more than the hot stew had done earlier, and she eagerly returned her attention to the package. Soon the large piece was freed from the wrapping, and Vega stared at a large piece of art. It was a stunning painting of the night sky, with stars and a full moon above the Lonely Mountain. She instantly spotted both Durin’s Crown and The Hammer. The Mountain was painted with all the familiar details known to its inhabitants, and the sky was almost as breathtaking as the real sky. Only the most skilled royal artists could have created such a masterpiece, and Vega silently wondered how long it took to finish. She gasped as she realized the painting must have been ordered long before Thorin returned from the Iron Hills. Before they both revealed their feelings and shared all those kisses under the stars. Vega could not find a card, but she giggled as she looked at the painting again. No words were needed with such a personal gift, and she would think of their first meeting on the rampart every time she looked at it.

”That is an impressive scene,” he mother said softly. ”I assume it means something to you and only the king knows what.”

Vega nodded. She was not ready to share all the details yet but she promised herself to speak of it when things became a bit more common to her. Suddenly she felt very tired. All the tension of the day was fixed between her shoulder blades, and the air in her lungs seemed heavier than before. She rubbed her temples and gently let her fingertips glide over the courting braid. It was on full display but attached to her other braid. By a small miracle it escaped Lord Vimar’s gaze when he came home, but maybe he was just too tired to notice.

”Your father will calm down, Vega.” Her mother’s reassuring voice was like a warm blanket wrapped around her.

”Are you certain?” Vega did not feel so sure, but her mother took her hand and gently squeezed it.

”Do not worry. He is shocked. Maybe also envious for he no longer stands closest to the king in this family. He would never admit it of course, but I know him. I trust you remember how he reacted when he was invited to that banquet? It was a big moment for him.”

”I remember,” Vega nodded. At the time, she was so confused by the invitation, but she did not miss the proud look on her father’s face as he decided they were all going.

”When your father asked me to court him, our future was more or less already clear for us. We did not have all the things we do today, but we had our love and our mutual family goal. He promised me he was going to do everything in his power to improve our situation, and he really did. I married him out of love, you know that already, but it was more than that. We belong together and when you find that sort of love, nothing can keep the hearts apart.”

”I know what I feel, but how do I know I am the right match for a king?”

”That is why you agreed to court him. Take your time, get to know him well. All dwarves have good and bad sides and make sure you cherish both. The same goes for the king, he needs to be able to understand you. If you are right for each other, the rest will sort itself out.”

Vega nodded. Never before had her mother spoken to her in that way, and it made her heart swell. With all the comfort she could offer, Vanadis wrapped her arms around Vega’s shoulders and held her close. Her mother smelled faintly of lavender, and Vega knew it meant she would soon have a new tiny bag on her bedside table. Thankful for her company, Vega hugged her back tightly, seeking solace in her presence. They stood in silence for a while until Vega felt the stress caused by her father’s outburst leaving her chest. With a soft voice, Vanadis finally declared that she needed to check on her husband too, but she would return later if Vega wished. Too tired to face her father for the second time during the same evening, Vega agreed. Before Vanadis opened the door, she turned to her daughter one last time and offered the most supportive smile.

”True love conquers all, Vega. Have faith in yourself and in our king. How your future will look only the stars can tell.” Then she looked at the painting again. Its significance was unknown to her, but she sensed the beautifully painted full moon was not a coincidence. Mahal never let anything happen without reason.

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Thorin Oakenshield - Entangled / The Best Day of My Life

I swear, this is my last fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event. Today I’d like to treat you to a little fic that may or may not become a longer story one day. If you’re interested in reading about what happened next - let me know!

WEEK 2 - PROMPT 13

Trope: Comfort Quote: “It was the best day of my life.” Image: link

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf OFC (The Hobbit) Rating: G (subject to change) Warnings: ANGST A/N: This short one-shot turned into a longer fic. Here is the next chapter of this story.

You can find this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Azsâlul'abad - Lonely Mountain (the dwarven kingdom of Erebor) Tumunzahar - Nogrod (my headcanon for this story is that the dwarven city of old had been rebuilt)

Entangled Chapter 1

I have only one secret. I am in love with Thorin Oakenshield. But he is not aware of it. Even though I pass him every day in the long walkways of Azsâlul'abad, the reclaimed Kingdom Under the Mountain, he does not see what lingers in my eyes.

I had irrevocably fallen for the King Under the Mountain when I saw him for the first time at a great feast in my home city of Tumunzahar. Back then, he was simply Thorin, son of Thrain, an exile with a worthless title of a prince, living with his people in one of the harshest regions of the Blue Mountains, barely making ends meet. Among my people, the Broadbeams, no one believed that the Longbeards would ever reclaim their homeland, not while the dragon still reigned under their Mountain.

One would think that it was love at first sight, but it had not been prince Thorin’s handsome face that made my heart flip. I had met too many dapper noblemen to know that looks could be deceiving. In any case, allowing my feelings to bloom only because a Dwarf in his prime happened to be good-looking was pointless. None of them ever noticed me anyway; not with my average looks, to put it mildly, or the fact that I happened to wear glasses. Whenever an official function was about to begin, my mother would say:

“Mista, dear, remember to take this dreadful contraption off your nose before you enter the feast hall. None of the Dwarves here wants a know-all for a wife!”  In her opinion, young ladies should spend time on more useful activities than devouring books one after another.

“But Mother, I can barely see a thing without my spectacles!” I would usually reply, even though I knew that there was no point in arguing. It was enough that my mother barely tolerated my constant reading even though she kept on lamenting my choice of activities.

“Adla will be there to help you,” she usually offered, but we both were very well aware that my sister had other things on her mind than accompanying me everywhere. She was—and still is—the pretty one. As soon as the music would start, she was off to break yet another heart or fall in love with yet another dashing warrior.

To be honest, I did not mind. Adla lived for social gatherings. It was better that I did not appear beside her, scaring off her admirers and potential suitors. Since my chances in the marriage market were not the highest, at least she should be able to find herself a good husband and make our parents happy by giving them grandchildren. 

With a conspiratorial wink, Adla would disappear into the most fashionable crowd of the season, while I would usually find myself a secluded corner, preferably behind a large statue of someone very important. Those were the best hideouts — their stern visages intimidated most of the guests who gave every single of those statues a wide berth, preferring to admire them from afar. And that usually left me undisturbed. As soon as I was alone, I would put on my glasses and read to my heart’s content. My sister would appear nearby when it was time to leave and we would return to our mother with innocent smiles on our faces. Both Adla and I were perfectly happy with that arrangement.

That memorable feast when I first met Thorin was no different. One day, my family received an invitation. A celebration was to be held in honour of the newly arrived Longbeard guests — the members of the royal family of Azsâlul'abad in exile. The rulers of the Lonely Mountain, or, as the Elves call it, “Erebor”. My sister’s excitement was as great as my unwillingness to frequent this event, but one look at my mother’s face told me that I wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of it.

Shortly after arriving at the great hall, I sneaked into my hideout in an attempt to finish a chapter of an exciting book. Just as I began reading, the voices of two Dwarves engaged in a conversation reached my ears. It was easy to recognize their owners — they belonged to the highly desirable group my mother called “eligible bachelors” — unmarried and rich enough to make them interesting as potential husband candidates. Not for me, obviously, even if my mother did not seem to acknowledge this truth. She was truly determined to find me a husband while I was truly determined to finish that book. And then another. And another.

“What about that pretty Adla girl?” One of those eligible bachelors said.

“That one kisses like fire. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Firebeard blood ran in her veins! But that’s all you’re going to get from her. Kisses. She’s one of those boring proper girls.” The other one gave out a groan. “According to my sister, Adla wants to marry well so she’s saving herself for her future husband, whoever that poor fellow might be.”

“Any chance of her having a less proper sister or a cousin?”

“There is a sister, yes, but you wouldn’t like to poke her even with a stick,” his friend chuckled. “Ugly, dull, and blind as a bat. My sister calls her ‘four-eyes’.”

“Ah, I remember that one. Are you sure that’s Adla’s sister?”

“Positive. Adla tried to make me dance with her one day,” he huffed. “Would you believe it? Do I look like a charity?”

“You look like a horny bastard!” His friend laughed loudly. “Maybe if you had danced with her ugly sister, Adla would have let you into her bed?”

“Not a chance. Not even for Adla. I don’t want to be seen with someone who looks as if her mother lay with a petty Dwarf,” the first one cackled and his companion joined him eagerly. My vision blurred. The echo of their voices died down as they walked away from my hideout.

Ugly, dull… I closed my eyes to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks. 

…and blind as a bat. I took off my glasses to brush away the wetness from my cheeks. Four-eyes. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to question me about the reason behind my red eyes. I had to get a grip on myself for now. I would cry my heart out into my pillow at night.

She looks as if her mother lay with a petty Dwarf. Those words stung, but my mother’s pity would have been even worse. I knew I was not a beauty, but hearing it confirmed from male lips and then seeing it reflected in my own mother’s eyes would have been unbearable.

“Forgive me the intrusion, my lady,” a low, rumbling voice suddenly reached my ears. “Are you in need of assistance?”

A simple but clean linen handkerchief appeared in front of me. I took it without thinking and only then looked up straight into its owner’s kind, cornflower blue eyes.

“Thank you,” my voice was barely audible, but at least my sniffling had stopped. “I… I’m better now.”

“Was the book so moving?” the unknown Dwarf tilted his head towards the leather-bound shape that lay on the pedestal of the statue. Along with this movement, his dark, almost black hair flowed down his right shoulder like the dark, silky waters of a mountain lake. 

Suddenly, I became aware of his close proximity. With the exception of my brothers, I had rarely, if ever, been so close to a man, and this Dwarf had a strong presence, not only because of his height and strapping physique. Although he looked significantly older than me, perhaps around ninety or so, by Dwarven standards, he was considered young, so it was certainly not the gravitas that came with advanced age. And yet, there was something about him, a solemn quality that sparked awe in me and made my heart beat faster. It felt as if I were given the privilege of looking at a marble statue of an ancient ruler that had suddenly come to life.

At the same time, I could not help but notice a warrior braid in his hair and the lack of a marriage braid. A bachelor, then. My mother would have been proud that I actually made use of her teachings for once. She wanted her daughters to assess their prospective “targets” as soon as they could and not waste time on the Dwarves that had already been taken. The problem was, if that Dwarf in front of me knew that one of the first things I did was to check his marital status (even if it happened by accident), he would probably run away as fast as he could.

“The book? No, not at all.” I shook my head nervously, trying to fill the prolonged silence with my blabbing. It was better than sharing the true reason behind my tears. “It is actually quite an amusing story about a Hobbit—a cobbler’s apprentice—who found a clever way to kill a dragon.” “A Hobbit dragon slayer? Truly?” One of his thick eyebrows arched. “Do tell. How did they manage to get rid of that beast?”

I did not have to be asked twice to answer this question, the events of the story still fresh in my mind. Besides, it was not often that someone was willing to discuss books with me – or at least listen to my musings about them. 

“Actually, it was pretty straightforward. Everyone knows that dragons eat sheep, right?” I spoke, gesticulating excitedly. “A vile dragon had been terrorising the South Farthing for months and the local Hobbits were helpless. Finally, the young cobbler, his name was Rufus, had enough. He took a sheepskin, four sticks, and a lot of twine – and then made a fake sheep. He stuck the sticks into the ground so that they resembled its legs, covered them with the sheepskin and filled it with sulphur, stones, iron nails, and other nasty things. Then he sewed it together, shaping it like a lamb. When the dragon came, it thought that this was a real sheep – and devoured it at once. Soon after, the monster felt very thirsty. Its insides felt like fire and so it drank from the nearest river to quench the burning thirst. The dragon kept on drinking for hours until its belly became round like a ball – and exploded with a ‘bang!’”

I could not stop myself from giggling at the absurdity of the story. The Dwarf in front of me first blinked and then chuckled. The sound of his voice rang pleasantly in my ears and I wished I could amuse him more just to hear his laughter again.

“Hobbits and their gift of confabulation. If only slaying a dragon was that easy…” without my glasses, I could not see it clearly, but I thought I noticed a shadow passing over his handsome face, disappearing as fast as it emerged.

Only then did I take a better look at the Dwarf’s unusually short beard — a sign of mourning. And I took in the colours of his garments — royal dark blue with the sigil of the House of Durin. And there were his temple braids, too. At that moment, I understood why I had never seen this Dwarf at any of the feasts before. My throat tightened in terror.

“I am so sorry.” I covered my mouth with my hand. “Forgive my thoughtless prattling, Your Highness! I did not mean any disrespect with this story…”

“Please, my lady, there is nothing to forgive. It was I who asked you about the book, was it not?” His voice made me think of dark buckwheat honey, sweet and thick.

“But the dragon…” I muttered, completely mortified, trying to gather my wits. “I did not mean to ridicule the fate that befell your people.”

“My grandfather happened to be a wise Dwarf and he used to say that sometimes ridicule is the only way forward. I find that a smile is worth its weight in gold, especially in hard times. Would you not agree?”

“I guess so,” I swallowed, avoiding his intense gaze and ignoring the burning sensation in my cheeks. “Either way, it was rude of me. I’ll better relieve you of my presence, excuse me, Your Highness.”

As I reached out to grab my book and leave, his hand landed flat on its cover. “The Faery-tales of the Shire”, the title said, gilded letters peeking from between his fingers, but at that moment, I could not focus on anything other than the shape of his hand. It was wide and masculine, with strong fingers adorned with a couple of massive rings. One of them looked as if it had been made of mithril. The Dwarf’s sun-tanned skin contrasted with the paleness of my own hand that seemed to be at most half the size of his. A peculiar thought rattled in my brain. How would it feel if he took my hand in his?

“This will not do. My family arrived here to make friends, not to scare off maidens. Let us begin again, My Lady, and forget what has transpired between us so far. What do you say?” His stare clearly told me that he would not take ‘no’ for an answer.

“As you wish, Your Highness,” I nodded faintly.

“Very well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Thorin, son of Thràin. And with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking, my lady?” He made a customary bow. My cheeks burned even more than before at this display of courtly behaviour. I had seen Adla treated in such fashion numerous times by her admirers, but before today, I had never been on the receiving side of it. 

“Mista, daughter of Milva, at your service, Lord Thorin.” I managed to curtsy and when I looked up at him, Thorin, son of Thràin, stood closer than before.

“I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Lady Mista, daughter of Milva,” he admitted with an alluring smile that hid in the darkness of his beard.

I stopped myself from sighing like a witless goose. Maybe I was barely ten years over half battle-age, but that did not mean I would swoon only because a stunningly handsome Dwarf smiled at me once.

“The honour is all mine,” I managed to mumble instead.

“The feeling is mutual, I assure you. It is not every day one hears amusing stories. To show my gratitude, I would like to offer you my company during the next dance,” he reached out his hand towards me in an inviting gesture, palm up.

“Excuse me?” I stared at it with my eyes open wide. My ears must be deceiving me. There was no other explanation.

“Lady Mista,” he spoke again, my name rolled off his tongue with ease, making my heart make a silly flip. “May I have the pleasure of a dance with you?”

I lifted my gaze to his face, its features softened by a warm smile, the second smile he directed specifically at me, and then my fingertips rested on his palm. His skin felt slightly coarse in that particular, pleasant way, so different from mine. He must have noticed me trembling, for he covered my hand with his to steady it, the corner of his lips curling up in a reassuring way.

“I… thank you for this generous offer, my lord,” my eyes shifted to the glasses that rested next to the book. “But I’m afraid I’m not a desirable dance partner. I can’t see much without my spectacles.”

“How about you wear them for the dance, then?” He offered as if it was the most usual thing in the world.

“But… It is simply not done, not at a great feast like today! Besides, I would not look presentable enough to be your dance partner!”

“It is simple,” he shook his head. “I wish you to enjoy this dance and if your spectacles make it easier, then this is what we are going to do. Do not fret, my lady, if there are any remarks from other guests, I will be more than happy to handle them. How does that sound?” I blinked ferociously, trying to chase away the tears forming in my eyes and a flood of emotions that threatened my heart to burst. Without a word, I put on my glasses. The world around me suddenly became sharper, and that included the face of the Dwarf who seemed not to care for my looks nor for the contraption resting on my nose, the constant source of my embarrassment. Whatever Thorin’s ulterior motives were, some attention-starved part of me forbade me from thinking about them. I should do as the main characters of “The Faery-tales of the Shire” did and enjoy the sudden change of fate while it lasted.

“Thank you, My Lady,” Prince Thorin offered, placing a light kiss over my knuckles that almost made me gasp in surprise. “Are we ready now?”

I nodded, but my cheeks must have turned to beetroot red by that moment. I did not know how one reacted to such gallant manifestations of reverence, but my future dance partner did not give me much time to ponder this matter and led me toward the very middle of the dancing hall. I tried not to notice the glances and curious whispers of the other guests. Lowering my head, I tried to focus on Thorin’s touch, his hand holding mine and its inviting warmth.

I, Mista, the ugly bookworm, the ‘four-eyed bat’, was about to dance with none other than the heir of the line of Durin, Prince Thorin Oakenshield. This had to be a dream, but I hoped I would not wake up before its end.

Soon after the music started, I glided in Thorin’s strong arms through the hall, feeling his firm hold every step of the way. To this day, I do not know whether he realised the depth of my nervousness, but his closeness and lighthearted comments created a shield between me and the other guests who must have been staring at us in disbelief. Throughout the dance, Thorin treated me in a most courteous way, as if I were a princess, his equal, and not a daughter of a merchant, barely of courting age. He was the first one and the only one who danced with me during that feast; over a hundred years have passed and yet I still remember the reassuring way he held me in his arms as the music reverberated against the walls of the great hall. They said he was a warrior and yet his demeanour told me there was much more to him than just battles. The way his cornflower blue eyes rested on my face with interest while I spoke, the way he led a conversation with me while we danced, the way he made me feel special like no one had before — all those things made my silly, inexperienced heart beat faster and faster, even though I knew it was hopeless to dream. Thorin was not only a prince but also belonged to an exiled clan, and judging by the simplicity of his attire, he would not be able to afford a decent dowry. Apart from all that, what use would he have of me as his wife, of all the maidens gathered here?

When the dance ended, far too soon, Thorin escorted me to my mother, pressed his lips to my knuckles as the courtesy dictated, and left the feast, disappearing from my life and taking my heart with him.

And even though I did not see him again until one hundred years later, it was the best day of my life.

I have only one secret. I am in love with Thorin Oakenshield. But he is not aware of it. Even though I pass him every day in the long walkways of Azsâlul'abad, the reclaimed Kingdom Under the Mountain, he does not see what lingers in my eyes. And he never will.  His heart belongs to another.

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Brilliant Disguise ~ Chapter One

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

Thorin only agreed to allow Sophie to live amongst them out of a sense of duty to Bifur, who is recovering from an odd head injury (is there any other way to describe having an axe blade lodged in one’s head, only to have it later dislodged during the Battle of the Five Armies?) Before the battle, he spoke only khuzdul. But since it? He’s regained the ability to speak Westron—if only he could but remember any of it. As for Thorin? He’s trying his damndest to ignore his own growing feelings for her, besides, he has more than enough on his plate as it is.

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

A/N: This is loosely tied into my Christmas fic, Yule, which can be found here. Post-BOTFA Where Everybody Lives

Summary: Dís arrives in Dale to ask Sophie to come to Erebor to work with Bifur.

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Josephine (Sophie) Asharm 

Characters:Thorin Oakenshield, Sophie 

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,239 words

Khuzdul Translation: 

mimûna - little one (f)

zubdabudê - my little lady

’amad - mother

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Sophie Asharm held tightly to the little hand in hers. “Please, stop fidgeting, love,” she said softly, but sternly. “Mama’s nervous enough, you know.”

Large blue eyes blinked up at her. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

The apology in the little voice made Sophie forget her nerves for a moment and she crouched before her daughter to smooth Heather’s delicate dark ringlets away from her face before lifting the little girl in her arms to give her a squeeze. “No, you need not apologize. This is a big change for both of us. It’s hard to fault you for fidgeting.”

“Will we live here for always?”As she spoke, Heather tilted her head back, her eyes going wide as her gaze traveled the length of the massive labradorite façade that made up the main gates of the Kingdom of Erebor. 

“We will for now, at least,” Sophie told her, giving her another squeeze. “Are you scared?”

Those dark ringlets bobbed. “A little.”

“Me, too. But, I think we’ll be all right in the end.”

Heather met her gaze then. “Adam said the king is scary. Is he?”

“I don’t know, love. I’ve never met him. But, his sister is very nice, so I’d imagine he is as well. But, he has much to do and many responsibilities, so that might make him appear scary. Plus, he was very badly hurt not too long ago, which probably means he’s still in some pain and probably grouchy.”

“Like Papa used to be.”

“Yes,” Sophie tried to ignore the pang at the sadness in Heather’s voice, “like Papa used to be.”

Heather sighed and rested her head on Sophie’s shoulder and without thinking, Sophie smoothed her hand over the silky curls. “It’s all right, baby,” she murmured.

A smaller door within the gates opened and a stern-faced dwarf with a full, heavy-looking dark beard and mustache and cold blue eyes glared out at them. “State yer business.”

“I’m Josephine Asharm. Lady Dís has hired me on to work with Narnerra for one of your warriors who was wounded and lost the ability to speak Westron.”

“He’s regained that ability.”

“I know, but his speech is very limited, according to her ladyship. And since speech therapy is what I do, she thought perhaps I might be able to help.” She shifted Heather to her other arm.

Heather picked up her head. “Are you angry at us?” She directed this at the dwarf.

“Heather!” Sophie tried to keep her voice a whisper, then offered the guard a smile. “She’s only four.”

To her surprise, those blue eyes warmed some. “She’s yer little girl?”

“My daughter, yes. Lady Dís told me we’d both be welcomed. Is she here, then?”

“It’s her home,” came the gruff reply, “where else would she be?”

“Well,” Sophie cleared her throat, “if you would fetch her, she will tell—”

“She did tell. She simply made no mention of a little one coming with ye.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No. There are plenty of children here for her to play with, if ye’ll allow it.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dwalin!” A stern, feminine voice floated out from the depths of the guardhouse, “stop giving Mrs. Asharm a hard time and let her and the child in already!”

“I beg yer pardon, yer ladyship.” 

Dwalin disappeared from view and a moment later, the gates rolled open. Heather lifted her head once more and just stared. “Mama… do you see this?”

“I see it.”

“It’s so… big!”

Dwalin and a woman dwarf stepped from the shadows and Sophie smiled. “Good afternoon, Your Ladyship. I apologize for being late, but sometimes trying to get the little one ready to go…”

“Say no more,” Lady Dís Durin said holding up a hand. “I have two boys of my own and remember well the hassle it was. I’m just glad you’re here. Do come in and pay no mind to Grouchy, here.”

Sophie bit back her smile as the lady swept a hand toward Dwalin. But, Heather did no such thing. Instead, she reached for his beard, saying, “That looks so soft!” as she gripped it with both hands.

“Heather, don’t!” Sophie tried to grab at least one hand, but wasn’t quite quick enough.

Dwalin chuckled. “It’s quite all right, Mrs. Asharm. She means no harm.” 

“Mama, down!”

Sophie set her down and she held out a hand to Dwalin. “Play with me?”

“Heather, no—”

But Dís chuckled. “Oh, I think he should definitely play with her. In fact, Dwalin, why don’t you take her down to the nursery and see if Gimli is about? He spends far too much time alone as it is.” 

With that, she turned to Sophie, her dark blue eyes serious, “Unless, of course, you would rather she stay with you.”

Sophie hesitated, but then Heather bobbed her head. “Please, Mama?”

“Very well.” Sophie nodded. “It would be fine. There aren’t many children her age in Dale, so, it would probably do her good.”

“She’s in good hands, Mrs. Asharm,” Dís assured her, her hand coming to rest on Sophie’s shoulder. “Dwalin looks and sounds like an utter grouch, but he’s actually quite good with the little ones. Watch.”

Dwalin held out a hand and as Heather slipped hers into it, he said, “Do you want to fly?”

“Fly?’

“Yes. You know—” He flapped one arm—“Fly.”

“I can’t fly.”

“Care to wager on that?” 

He swept her up and held her high over his head, and Sophie held her breath as Heather let out a shriek and then burst into giggles. “Mr. Dwalin!”

“See?” Dís turned back to her. “She’s in some of the safest hands in Erebor.”

“I can see that,” Sophie replied for lack of anything else to say. She certainly couldn’t scold the king’s sister for basically handing her daughter away. Although, her gut instinct told her Lady Dís would not hand over any child to a dwarf she felt would be unsafe.

But, at the same time, her experience with the dwarves of Erebor was limited at best. Prior to the arrival of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, she’d lived in Esgaroth, where she managed to keep a roof over their heads after her husband, a fisherman, went missing. 

But then that same Company woke the dragon Smaug, and that was the end of Esgaroth. For the last three months, she and Heather called Dale home, until she’d answered an advertisement to work with several dwarves who’d been wounded during the Battle of the Five Armies. 

At the interview, Dís had been blunt. She didn’t want to hire a daughter of Man, as the dwarves referred to the people of both Esgaroth and Dale, but they had little choice since she was basically one of four qualified people and Dís had taken, in her words, ‘an instant dislike’ to the other three. 

So, there she was, just inside the gates of Erebor, a kingdom she’d heard of, but had never seen. No one had in nearly a century, actually. And as she tried hard not to stare, Lady Dís said, “Let me take you down to your apartments. Your belongings arrived yesterday, so I took the liberty of moving them into your chambers as well. And then we can go down and you can meet with Narnerra and possibly Bifur.”

“Thank you.” Sophie nodded as she fell into step with Lady Dís, who only came to her shoulder. Like most of the dwarrowdams, as Sophie learned they were called, Dís proudly bore a heavy dark beard and a dark mustache as well, and into both she’d braided colorful beads that clacked as she walked. She was strikingly beautiful, and animated when she spoke and as she led Sophie down into the city’s depths, she offered up a brief history of the kingdom.

All around Sophie, the walls glittered with gemstones that ran in veins through the polished granite and obsidian stone. Even uncut and unpolished, they were stunningly beautiful, and glittered with the light given off by the thousands of sconces lining the walls. 

The apartments were three levels below the main one, the air cooler and more damp than it was above. A chill bit into Sophie as she listened to Dís and as if reading her mind, the dwarrowdam turned to her. “Your chambers will be far warmer than this. The first order of business was to get the heating system up and running. You will have heat and hot water by nightfall.”

“I mean no offense, but how do you know when it is nightfall?”

Dís let out a silvery chuckle. “Clocks. You’ll find them throughout the city and they are maintained almost as well as the forges. Worry not, you will adjust in no time. Just like you adjust to the lack of natural light as well. Any time you wish to see the sun, there is a courtyard off the kitchens and of course, the ramparts are open to all. There are certain areas that are for the king and his family only, but, should you happen to wander into one, you needn’t worry. Thorin isn’t one much for scolding people over something so trivial.”

Sophie stopped at that. “What is he like? I’m afraid I only ever caught a glimpse of him before and I should hate to happen upon him and accidentally insult him or something.”

Dís laughed again. “You would have to set out to insult Thorin. His skin is far thicker than that of most men. He’s… he’s my brother, so I don’t know if I’m the most unbiased source, but he’s a decent enough man and a good leader. A bit gruff. No… not a bit. He’s a lot gruff. But his is a good heart and he has put the people of Erebor before anything else since he was but a boy.”

“And he doesn’t mind my being here? Or my daughter being here?”

“Not one bit. And even if he did mind, I wouldn’t worry. You’re likely only to ever see him in passing, if at all. He’s still recovering to a certain extent, and prefers to solitude over anything else these days.”

Sophie sighed softly. “It’s difficult to fault him.”

“It is. He—” Her eyes clouded for a moment as she leaned back against the stone. “He’s been through so much, and he carries a quite a bit of guilt and I’ve yet to convince him he can and should forgive himself for what happened here.”

She met Sophie’s gaze. “I assume you know what happened when he left Esgaroth.”

“Vaguely. We heard rumors, but honestly? We were just trying to survive, and it was difficult to concern myself with the royal family when I had my own to worry about. No offense, of course.”

“Fair enough and none taken. Now,” Dís pushed away from the wall and smiled once more, “let’s go find Narnerra. I’m sure she’ll want to sit down with you as well.”

Thorin rubbed his forehead and leaned his head back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Where is Dwalin?”

“Apparently he’s gone up to the gates,” Balin replied softly. “I believe the new healer has arrived.”

“Ah… Dís is at work again, making decisions I should be making.”

“And you’re surprised by this, why?”

“Well, I’m not, actually.” He lifted his head and opened his eyes to focus on Balin. “All right, it can wait for now. It’s late and I am meetinged out, to be honest. I will be glad when everything is behind us and I have no need to deal with Bard or Thranduíl again.”

“I wouldn’t count on that.” 

Balin fell into step with him as they emerged from the Throne Room. Thorin bit back a sigh. He was tired. It had been a long day and he hadn’t slept well the night before. But so what else was new? Sleeping soundly was a thing of the past and had been since he’d left the Shire on his quest to retake his home. He tried not to let it get to him, but it wasn’t easy.

They made their way along the corridor and were nearing the main staircase when all of the sudden, a small cannonball with long dark curls hurtled toward him. He crouched and caught her easily, swinging her up into his arms with an, “Easy, mimûna, you’ll hurt someone otherwise.”

The little girl blew her hair out of her eyes and cocked her head at him. “What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?”

“That word. Mimoona.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “That’s not my name, you know.”

“I know it isn’t.”

She smiled, showing off pearly little baby teeth. “What’s your name?”

“Me?” Thorin pressed his free hand to his chest. “I am Thorin, and this is Balin.”

She looked from him to Balin. “He’s old.”

Balin chuckled. “Some days more than others, I’m afraid. Where is your mother, wee one?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged and looped her arms about Thorin’s neck. “Are you a dwarf?”

Balin laughed. “He is not only a dwarf, zubdabudê. But he is the king of the dwarves.”

“Balin,” Thorin growled, glaring at him. 

He turned back to find her staring at him in wide-eyed wonder. “You’re a king?”

“I am, indeed.”

“If you’re a king,” she said slowly, tilting her head as if pondering him, “where is your crown?”

“I left it in my room. It’s dreadfully heavy, you know.”

She narrowed her eyes at him as if she wasn’t whether or not to believe him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Do you ever wear it?”

“From time to time, yes, but if I tell you a secret, will you keep it for me?”

Her eyes went perfectly round. “A secret?”

He nodded. “Will you protect it for me if I tell you?”

It was her turn to nod, and she did so solemnly. “I promise.”

“I try not to wear it whenever possible. I don’t really like it, so, if I don’t absolutely have to wear it, I don’t, but let’s not tell anyone, all right?”

She smiled and a silvery laugh rang out. “I can do that!”

“And can I ask you one more favor?”

“Of course, Mister Thorin!”

“Let’s not tell anyone I’m the king, either, all right?”

“Why?”

“I like to keep that a secret as well, so can you?”

“I will.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good. Perhaps next time, if I’ve got my crown on, I’ll let you try it and you can see for yourself how heavy it is.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Heather!”

“Ahhh…” Thorin smiled at the girl as the unfamiliar voice floated their way. “Is that your name?”

She nodded. “It is.”

“Well, Heather, mimûna is khuzdul for little one. And you certainly qualify as a little one. Is that your ’amad?” He turned to Balin. “I think we’ve solved the mystery of her mother’s whereabouts.”

“No, I don’t have an ’amad.” Heather shook her head. “That’s Mama.”

Balin laughed along with him this time and Thorin gave the girl a gentle squeeze. “She sounds upset. Did you run away from her?”

Before Heather could answer, a woman came skidding about the corner and Thorin’s smile faded at the sight of her. He’d never seen her before and he knew this because he had no doubt whatsoever he would remember having seen her. 

This woman was breathtaking. Absolutely and utterly breathtaking, with the same jet colored hair she’d passed onto her daughter and the most unusual tranquil gray eyes he’d ever seen. 

“Does she belong to you?” he managed to ask despite his mouth going as dry as the plains beyond Erebor’s gates. 

“I am so sorry,” the woman said, somewhat out of breath, no doubt from chasing her little one through Erebor’s maze-like corridors. She bent slightly, drew in a deep breath, and straightened up with a, “Heather, you know better than to run from me that way. What if you’d gotten lost? This city is unfamiliar and has some very dangerous places.”

“She’s right, you know,” Thorin told Heather, meeting her eyes. “You should never run from your mother.”

“I didn’t mean to make you mad, Mama,” she replied, turning in his arms toward her mother. “Gimli and I were having fun.”

“Gimli.” He smiled. “He’s a good boy. I’ll wager he is thrilled to have someone his age to play with.”

As he spoke, Thorin brought her back toward the dark-haired woman who still frowned. Up close, she was even more striking than he’d thought, with eyes that seemed to hover between pewter and silver set beneath delicately arched dark brows. He’d never seen eyes that shade of grey before. She managed a smile as she caught her breath finally and said, “I am so sorry if she’s interrupted you two,” as she looked from him to Balin and back. 

Balin smiled. “You needn’t worry, Miss. We were just heading up to the Great Hall for supper. You are welcome to join us.”

“He beat me to it,” Thorin said, moving to hand Heather off to her mother, “but I would also like to extend the invitation.”

She took her daughter, and to his disappointment, shook her head. “Thank you, but I think we will have our supper in our chambers this evening. It’s my first day here and I’m not quite back into my sorts yet.”

“Your first day?” He frowned, but then nodded. “The therapist who will be working with Bifur, am I right?”

“Sophie Asharm and yes, I am. And this, as you probably know by now, is my daughter, Heather.”

“Mama! Guess what!” Heather reached for her mother, snuggling against her as she said, “He is the king!”

“Oh, mimûna, you promised me you’d not tell anyone.”

She clapped a hand to her mouth, her cheeks going red and her eyes round with horror. “I’m so sorry, Mister Thorin!”

Sophie looked equally horrified. “Heather, you do not call him that!”

“It’s quite all right, I assure you,” he smiled. “Thorin Durin and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Asharm.”

He held out a hand and a hint of color came to her cheeks as she accepted it and said, “I am so sorry if she was trouble for you. She was supposed to stay with Gimli.”

“His papa called him to supper,” Heather explained. “And I was trying to find you, Mama, but,” she cast her eyes downward, “I got lost.”

“It’s understandable,” Thorin replied softly. He’d half-hoped Sophie would tell him there was no Mr. Asharm, and tried to ignore the sense of disappointment when she did no such thing. “Erebor is a confusing place at first, but—” he smiled at Heather—“I’ll wager you a slice of Bombur’s chocolate cake that you know your way around here by the end of your first week here.”

Heather’s eyes widened. “You have cake?”

“Oh, indeed. Cake. Pie. Bombur is a wizard in the kitchens. So,” he looked from her to Sophie and back, “if it is all right with your ’amad, you will give me a tour come Friday and if you know where everything is, I owe you a slice of cake.”

A frown creased her forehead. “But, what if I don’t?”

“We can worry about that if it happens. I don’t think it will, though.” He lifted his eyes to Sophie. “This is, of course, as long as you have no objection.”

“You don’t need her underfoot, Your Highness—” Sophie began.

He held up a hand. “Thorin, please, and she won’t be underfoot at all.”

“Can you make me fly?” Heather chimed in. “Dwalin made me fly.”

Thorin chuckled. “I can certainly make you fly, mimûna, if you wish.”

“Heather, you really shouldn’t—” 

“Again,” Thorin broke in gently, “it’s of no trouble. As long as you don’t mind, that is.”

For a moment, he thought she was going to say she very much did mind, that Heather was not to bother him again, but then she sighed softly. “I have to admit, I’m impressed that on her first day here, she’s charmed the captain of the Royal Guard and the King himself. So, no, I don’t suppose I would mind at all. Although,” she offered up a shy smile, “I wouldn’t mind a slice of that cake myself.”

“Done.” He bobbed his head. “So I will see you, mimûna, on Friday.”

“When?”

“I’ll come find you before supper, if your ’amad is quite comfortable with that, and you can show me where everything is then. Have we a date?”

“We do.” Heather bobbed her head sharply enough to make her curls dance. 

“Good.” He looked over at Sophie. “And you would be welcome to join us, Mrs. Asharm.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Fair enough.” He turned to Balin. “We should be going. It was lovely to meet you ladies. And welcome to Erebor.”

Sophie sighed softly as she and Heather watched the two dwarves continue on down the corridor. She hadn’t realized she held her breath until Heather said, “He is nice for a king.”

The king. Sophie bit back a groan. “Heather, you need to take care, love. You cannot treat him as if he was like one of our friends in Dale. He is the king and should be treated with respect. Tell me you didn’t pester him.”

She shook her head. “No, Mama. I ran into him on accident, though. But, he didn't seem mad, did he?”

“No,” she admitted softly, glancing up at Thorin’s retreating back once more. “He didn't seem mad at all.”

“Can I have cake if he lets me?”

“I don’t see why not.” Sophie smiled at her. “But, you have to be honest in what you tell him. If you don’t know your way around, don’t pretend you do just to get cake. That would be cheating.”

Heather’s blue eyes were all seriousness as she nodded. “I won’t. But, Mama, how funny would it be if I had the king as a best friend?”

She chuckled. “He would be a powerful best friend, indeed. Especially the King Under the Mountain. But, you have to remember, he’s very busy, too, and don’t be a pest.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“I know you won’t. So, come along and tell me all about Gimli.”

Heather lunched into the retelling of her afternoon and the story lasted through most of the quiet supper they shared in their new apartments and long after she tucked Heather in, Sophie sat on the small sofa, just watching the flames dancing on the hearth. 

Their first day in their new home, in their new lives, and already her daughter had won over the notoriously grumpy King Under the Mountain. She smiled even as she rubbed her tired eyes. She looked forward to the change, to the coming days. The dwarves she’d met so far were kind and welcoming and nothing like she’d been warned about when word spread through Dale that she’d taken the position with Narnerra. But somehow, from what she’d seen, she’d made the right decision.

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Coming Soon to AO3!

First off, big huge ginormous thanks to @ye3honk for the image above!! 😍 It's so lovely and fits so well and I've wanted to unveil it for so long, but got a little stuck with the story. 😅

This was supposed to be launched as part of my "7 Days of Plot Bunnies" as the 7th fic...but real life got in the way, and then I finally realized what I didn't like about it and scrapped like 5K of fic to start over. 🙃 But it's all good! It's coming along much better now, and I hope to be able to share "Beneath the Oak Tree" with you all this month.

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Princes don’t cry. Princes don’t cry.

It was a mantra Thorin had heard from his grandfather on many different occasions that he tried to hold tight to when he could feel the stubborn tears stinging at the back of his eyelids. He didn’t cry when Heor and his buddies roughed him up for being younger and his greater crime, annoying. He didn’t cry when Dis broke his toy soldiers. He didn’t cry when Mahal took his mom from them far too early. And he didn’t cry when the dragon came and stole their home. So although he was lost and alone, huddled underneath a large oak tree as he waited for Balin to find him, he wasn’t even going to consider crying now. Because princes don’t cry.

Thorin tried to ignore the blood staining his pant leg from where he scraped his knee when he fell and the little thorns still nestled in his palms. He didn’t mean to run off, but they had been walking for such a long time! Thorin just wanted them to be at their new home already, instead of his dad constantly asking him to entertain Frerin and Dis when they got fussy or the nights spent in the open where every noise sounded like wargs ready to attack. That’s why when Balin volunteered to get firewood as they stopped the caravan for the afternoon, Thorin decided he was going to follow him and maybe finally get a little peace to himself. However, then he fell down that hill and through the thorny thicket…

Thorin whimpered again as his knee and hands started to throb. He could try calling for Balin or his dad again, but that hadn’t worked the first fifty times Thorin had done it. Thorin curled in on himself as tight as he could without hurting. He wasn’t used to being ignored, and he really, really didn’t want to be alone right now.

“Hi!”

Thorin jumped to his feet, whirling around and screaming. Up in the upper branches of the tree, bouncing around like a little squirrel was a small boy with big feet. Thorin didn’t know what to make of him. He didn’t think he was a dwarf, but he was far too small to be a man or an elf. Although the pointy ear peeking out of his curls did have him questioning the growth cycle of elves. He watched as the boy finally made it down to his level, flipping himself on the bottom branch to appear upside down before Thorin.

“I’m Bilbo!” He introduced. “Here. Want to be my friend?”

Thorin hesitantly accepted the small acorn, not quite sure what to do with it. No one’s ever wanted to be friends with him. Dwalin was his friend, but he grew up with Dwalin so it didn’t count. Very slowly, Thorin nodded, causing the boy to grin widely before jumping to land back on the ground. He wasn’t as short as Thorin had originally thought, actually managing to be just a little shy of him, so Thorin still wasn’t convinced he was an elf. Maybe.

Having become convinced of Thorin’s reciprocation in their friendship, Bilbo immediately started talking rapidly as he started collecting acorns off the ground. Thorin followed him, not sure what else he should do, but understanding very little. Balin had been teaching him westron, but Thorin was still learning. It was such a stupid language. Why couldn’t everyone just learn to speak khuzdul instead? Even though his dad told him it was Mahal’s secret language, it just made more sense to him. It was quiet, and Thorin looked up to see Bilbo staring at him expectantly.

“What?” He asked.

“I asked, what’s your name?” Bilbo repeated, not the least bit put out.

Thorin suddenly straightened up. Balin would be appalled at his manners.

“Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. At your service.” He bowed.

Bilbo’s mouth formed an ‘o’ before repeating the motion back to him. He went on to ask him about something else, but Thorin could only shake his head, frustrated that he didn’t understand. Realizing the issue, Bilbo pointed to the side of his head and repeated the question. 

“Braid?”

Thorin copied the motion before feeling his plaits. He wondered if this is what Bilbo was referring to. 

“M-Mababnulzant (B-Braid)?” Thorin questioned, not knowing the westron equivalent.

Bilbo blinked at him, his hand falling to his side as he cocked his head to the side.

“Ma-babble-oozie-ant?”

Thorin knew it was rude, but he couldn’t help laughing at the truly awful pronunciation. Bilbo grinned in response, coming up with an even worse way to butcher the word. The both dissolved into a fit of giggles that had Thorin clutching his stomach when the little nettles in his hands moved.

“Owww!” He complained.

Bilbo stopped, his eyes rounded with concern as he reached for Thorin’s hand. When he saw the thorns and blood, the other boy winced in sympathy. 

“Ow.” He repeated. “It hurts?”

Thorin nodded miserably.

Bilbo’s lips pressed into a thin line before he grabbed Thorin gently by the wrist, leading him away from the tree. Thorin dug in his heels hesitantly, but Bilbo only gave him an encouraging grin. He said something to Thorin, but all he could grasp was ‘come’, ‘mama’, and ‘help’. Not sure what to do, but hoping Bilbo would actually be able to help since they were friends now, Thorin let him lead the way through the forest. He tried not to despair as nothing seemed familiar to him. Luckily, Bilbo seemed to know the way very well. In almost no time at all, the trees began to thin and large hills dominated the landscape. Thorin thought that alone would have amazed him the most, but the moment they passed through the treeline, they became the subject of the stares of several beardless faces. 

All of the people had Bilbo’s same curly hair, same large feet, and same pointy ears even if they came in all different shapes and sizes and colors. Thorin thought he finally understood now. This was Bilbo’s clan! So he clearly wasn’t an elf then. Thorin ran through his lessons with Balin on the seven clans. Well Longbeards, Firebeards, and Stiffbeards were definitely out. Blacklocks didn’t seem likely either. Feet, there was one having to do with feet…OH! They must be from the Stonefoot Clan.

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Broken Things - Chapter 2

A/N: This fic mingles both film and book canon, especially in the area of TIME (i.e. how long it takes to actually travel to & through certain regions during the dwarves’ Quest for Erebor). I vastly prefer the travel timeline in the books to the super-condensed “there’s always someone chasing us” version in the films.

Fandom: The Hobbit (book and films)

Setting: first part of the Quest for Erebor – The Lone Lands (somewhere between Bree and the Trollshaws)

Characters: Fili x fem!reader, Balin, Gandalf, Bilbo, Thorin, Kili, The Company

Chapter Warnings: mentions of grief, naked dwarf ogling, allusion to past trauma

RATING: PG-13 – angst, implied nudity

Word Count: 2835

Summary: Fili thinks he’s found his One in Y/N, a human linguist and healer accompanying Thorin’s Company on the Quest for Erebor. All he wants to do is find a way to confess his feelings and court her properly. But unbeknownst to him, Y/N carries hidden trauma from her past. Can Fili help her overcome her demons and win her heart?

Barely half a day’s ride beyond the village saw the end of tilled fields and farmsteads, and the beginning of woods and wild country. Y/N avoided Fili altogether, riding at the head of the column with Gandalf and Thorin, or in the rear with Bilbo and Bombur, but always several pony lengths removed from the blonde prince and his brother. At first the younger prince tried to tease the elder, wondering loudly and often – much to Fili’s chagrin - what might have happened to alienate their new friend: that is, until he noticed Fili’s sullen glare whenever he spoke her name. Soon, Kili’s chatter succumbed to his brother’s brooding silence, until finally there was no conversation between the princes at all. Eventually, Kili moved up the column in search of more amicable company.

This continued for the better part of a fortnight, while the Company rode on under fair May skies. Apart from the awkwardness between Y/N and Fili (a known fact that everyone tiptoed delicately around at all costs), it was a merry time. The dwarves told stories and jokes as the ponies ambled along, often at the expense of one or more of their fellows. And most evenings after supper had come and gone, they sat around the campfire and sang. Y/N loved these nights best.

Many of the lyrics featured bawdy or comic scenarios, drawing gales of laughter from the whole group. But sometimes late at night, when the smoke from their spent pipes hung over their heads like wisps of forgotten dreams, the melodies turned somber. When the singing shifted into Khuzdul, Y/N sat entranced. Although she understood only a word or two of the secret language, she felt the weight of the music. The deep hum of dwarven voices stirred something within her: age old sorrow and a loss so deep she could feel the ache in her bones.

“What does it mean?” she asked Balin one night after the conclusion of a particularly mournful dirge. He sighed heavily and gazed up at the sky for a long moment before answering.

“It is the Song of Burning: an elegy for the souls lost at the Battle of Azanulbizar. So many of our kin fell before the gates of Khazad-Dum that day. Those who lived were not enough to bury the dead. So we gathered the fallen onto a pyre and burned them, and the smoke of it darkened the sky for three days and nights.” He looked again at the dying fire, and Y/N saw the memory of other flames reflected in his gaze. His next words were so low, she almost missed them. “My father was a burned dwarf; as was Thorin’s younger brother, Frerin. Nearly all dwarrow suffer from that loss. It is likely we will never recover from it.”

Long moments passed in heavy silence as both stared into the embers. Finally Y/N dared to ask the question that had begun to burn her heart. “I would like to learn to understand it. Khuzdul, I mean. I have spent my whole life learning languages, but I know almost nothing of your speech or your people. Could you teach me?”

Balin looked up at her and frowned, studying her face intently. Y/N held her breath.

“We dwarrow guard our ancient tongue jealously and rarely teach it to outsiders, lass. This is no small thing you ask.”

Y/N had expected this, knowing how closely dwarves kept their secrets. She was prepared. She turned a neutral gaze on Balin then spoke the words she had rehearsed. “Among my people, dwarves are regarded as suspicious at best and vagabonds at worst. The elders of my village taught us that yours is a vulgar race, best suited to hard labor and lacking all gentility. I have been watching you all very closely these past few weeks on the road” - Well, one of you more than the others! - “and whether you wanted me to or not I have learned a thing or two about dwarrow.”

She leaned heavily on the last word, then paused to see what effect her speech had had on her audience. Balin levelled a cool gaze at her from beneath his snowy brows, his former vulnerability transformed into a stony mask.  She picked up a stick and began to poke at the fire, avoiding his eyes as she continued.

“Most of my family believe that dwarves are greedy, mean, and incapable of honest dealings. And while you certainly presented yourselves well when we met back in the Shire, these past weeks spent on the road together have revealed your true character.” Pause for effect!

She couldn’t keep the straight face any longer. Looking back up at Balin, she broke into a grin. “My family are all fools. It’s one of the reasons I chose to become a scholar. Traveling in your company for the past month, I have found Durin’s Folk to be kind, honest, and loyal to a fault.” She paused for a breath, decided not to mention the particular Durin who had cemented this impression on her, and then continued. “Despite the coarseness of your manners and your slightly off-color humor, you have treated me with greater respect than my own kin. You have shown honor of the highest quality. And hearing your stories and songs has left me no doubt as to the richness of your culture. Yours is a venerable, noble heritage unrivaled by anything my village elders can boast. My people know nothing. And for my own part, I could never condone the views of such small-minded clodpolls.”

She put on her best pleading face and launched into the finale. “Please, Balin: teach me your language, your history, your stories and songs. I want to tell the world how wrong they are about you. I have become very fond of you all, you know.” Her oration concluded, Y/N sat back and waited.

Balin remained so still that for a moment she wondered if she had gone too far with the insults. Then a smirk appeared on his face and he shook his head, chuckling. “You are a force to be reckoned with, lass. It has been long since I have had to match wits with the likes of you. ‘Venerable’, eh?” He chuckled again, more warmly.

“Aye. I cannot see what harm it could do. I’ll take it up with Thorin.” Then the old dwarf stood, bid her goodnight, and lumbered off in the direction of his bedroll, leaving her to begin the first watch in the company of her own thoughts.

Y/N couldn’t keep the grin off her face. Perhaps Gandalf had been right. Perhaps here, among these fierce, proud, stubborn, fascinating dwarves, she could trust and be trusted. And with trust, maybe friendship would follow. Maybe even . . .

Ghosts of the past flitted about the edges of her thoughts and she shoved them away, pivoting her focus with a speed born of long practice. She gave the fire a few good pokes, stirring it to life and adding more wood. As the flames licked greedily at the fresh log, she raised her head to scan the camp. Most of the Company had taken to their blankets for the night. But just at the edge of the firelight, Y/N caught the gleam of eyes watching her. She stiffened reflexively. Fili’s golden mane shone in the glow of the renewed blaze, even as his eyes snapped shut. She had caught him staring outright this time. She sighed heavily and tried to relax, but the whispers at the edge of her mind would not fully disperse.

Damn the past! Even without it, she had enough to worry about in the present.  

The following day dawned unseasonably hot, and by mid-morning the singing and laughing gave way to sweating and grumbling. Even Gandalf grew sullen (“Well,” said Bilbo testily, “more sullen than usual at any rate!”). By late afternoon, everyone’s neck was sunburned, everyone’s thighs chafed, and everyone’s tempers worn thin. After toiling up a particularly long and dusty ascent, Gloin, riding at the front with Gandalf, gave a shout. The party drew up at the crest of the hill and gazed down upon a welcome sight. A small green valley fell away below them, leafy tree tops stretching away down the slope and sunlight glinting on water at the bottom. The dwarves cheered, and raced down the rocky incline into the shade of the wood, Y/N and Bilbo – whose riding skills were a bit less accomplished - following somewhat slower behind under the watchful eyes of Gandalf and Thorin. By the time the stragglers caught up with the rest of the group, the ponies had been tied up in a circle and already half-unladen, and a campsite was quickly unfolding on the verge of a small, clear lake.

“I guess we make camp here tonight” Thorin rumbled dryly, but Y/N caught the hint of a smile that played upon his lips as he watched his nephews shedding their clothes and weapons in a mad dash to the water. Y/N smiled too. A swim sounded like the best thing in the world at that moment! But – she glanced up just in time to see Kili dive headfirst off an enormous boulder, his chiseled body cleaving the surface with a splash – she would have to wait her turn. While nobody who knew her could call Y/N a prude, the dwarves had shown a deep concern for her modesty and “reputation”, and out of respect and affection she refrained from challenging their peculiar sensibilities.

“I’ll go help Bombur get out the cooking gear” she sighed, angling her pony towards the center of the campsite. But it wasn’t long before Bombur too, in an uncharacteristic display of rowdiness, shed his layers and went roaring off the top of the rock himself, swamping his companions with a mighty wave. Y/N laughed heartily and watched the company members for a moment as they wrestled and splashed; especially the blonde prince as he lifted his brother bodily and threw him off the rock down upon the surface of the water with a resounding ‘SMACK!’ She winced in solidarity, then looked away, smirking to herself as she built up the fire. Just because she had to wait her turn didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the view!

Suddenly a shadow loomed over her. “My dear Y/N!” Gandalf’s voice interrupted her colorful thoughts.

“Hmm?” She raised her eyebrows and glanced up at him with an innocent smile. “Yes, my dear Gandalf?”

The wizard’s eyes glittered beneath his hat. “Why don’t you and Bilbo put your plant lore to good use and see if you can’t find something to add to our pot. Hmm?” He arched one tremendous eyebrow knowingly at her.

Y/N grinned wickedly. “Spoilsport!” she whispered loudly, then rose off her haunches and called to the hobbit, “Bilbo dear, Gandalf wants some vegetables for his stew. Would you care to accompany me?” Bilbo, looking uncomfortably hot and a little flustered himself (while he generally didn’t mind bathing amidst the dwarves, the sort of rough play currently churning up the lake made him more than a little anxious) hurried after her down the shore in search of wild greens and edible flora.

When they returned sometime later, arms full of wood sorrel, watercress, and mushrooms (Bilbo was especially proud of the large number of black morels he had found) the dwarves had finished their swim and set up a well-ordered camp. Y/N and Bilbo’s vegetables, combined with a quantity of dried meat, salt, and barley, promised a hearty supper, and everyone’s spirits felt lighter for it. Everyone, that is, except Y/N and Bilbo, whose sweat-damp clothes and burning skin now begged for a dip in the lake. The moment Bombur set the cauldron over the fire, Bilbo scurried off towards the water, now blessedly calm and free of dwarven gladiators. Trying not to look too eager, Y/N gathered her pack and set off down the shoreline away from the others, her mind already adrift on the crystal waters.

“Don’t wander too far, or we won’t be able to hear you and come rescue you if you drown!” Kili taunted her retreating form.

Without turning or breaking stride, she yelled back, “I’m not the one who needs to worry about drowning! Your back flip was a disgrace!” Kili frowned. “That dive was excellent! Where does she get off, telling me that-” Then his brain caught up with her words, and he flushed crimson and began inspecting his bow with single minded focus, pretending to ignore the jeers and whistles of the Company. Fili, however, found their exchange less than amusing. The words “drown” and “rescue” tugged at his heart, and he turned to Thorin where he sat on a log with Gandalf blowing smoke rings.

“Shouldn’t someone go with her?” he asked in what he hoped was a nonchalant tone of voice.  “I mean, at least within earshot?” Thorin raised a questioning eyebrow at his nephew, while Gandalf tried – and mostly failed - to disguise a chuckle as a cough.

“I think,”, Thorin began carefully, “that Y/N is perfectly capable of handling herself in broad daylight, sister-son.” It was true. The sun had lowered towards the tree line, but nowhere near set. Fili could hear Bofur snickering somewhere behind him, and his stinging pride urged him to take a swing at the cheeky Broadbeam. Instead, he nodded curtly to his uncle, who returned the gesture graciously, then went to sort out his bedroll.

Y/N floated on her back, letting her mind drift along with her body in the still waters of a secluded cove. The lake did not disappoint, embracing her chaffed and sunburned skin with waves of cool relief. She knew as soon as the sun dipped behind the trees the temperature would drop uncomfortably, but until that moment she planned to enjoy her swim to the fullest. She gazed up at the cerulean sky, pondering nothing in particular, except maybe how the cloudless blue expanse reminded her of Fili’s eyes . . . She blinked. Then she sighed. Damn it, Y/N! This will not do!

In the days since the market, she had kept her distance from the dwarven prince, unnerved by the intensity of . . . whatever had passed between them. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, trying to piece together how she felt. He was definitely handsome, with his leonine locks, breathtaking eyes, and adorable dimples, and he moved with purpose and certainty: attractive qualities in and of themselves. But she knew from both education and experience that beautiful forms often hide beastly souls. Her thoughts darkened, and she shoved the cloud away with a shiver that had nothing to do with the light evening breeze.

She closed her eyes.

Who are you, Fili? . . .

Not the past. It is dead, buried. It cannot hold me. This is the present. Now. You are here, now.

So, who are you? You are . . .

He was everything she had told Balin last night, and more. Laughter without cruelty. Bravery without bravado. Gracious. Competent. Strong of heart. You love your brother and uncle; will suffer hardship and danger for them. You exude inner light. So different from . . . Her mind reached the edge of an abyss she did not wish to gaze upon, and in retaliation all thoughts stopped. For a handful of heartbeats, she was completely blank. Then she inhaled deeply and repeated the words:

The sins of others do not define me.

The sins of others do not define YOU. The past is dead, buried. It cannot hold me. This is the present. Now. You are here now.

I am here now.

Now, not Then.

Now, not Later.

Now.

But who was he to her now? She had yet to decide. Ever since that unsettling day, despite her intense scrutiny, her instincts remained quiet. She did not sense danger from him, not even a glimmer of ill intent: no prickle at the back of her neck, no knots in her stomach, no urge to flee. On the contrary, she felt an inexplicable desire to get closer to him, to be seen by him. She even contemplated risking the unthinkable: letting her guard down.  

And then there was that whisper of something more: that something in his eyes which had lanced her heart and left her reeling, breathless and astonished.

When he looked at her . . . Elbereth preserve me, those eyes! . . .

Y/N’s heart sped up, and she felt a warmth under her skin that had nothing to do with sunburn or saddle sores. An upwelling of emotions cascaded over her, sweeping away her chronic fear. She remembered how her heart raced when he held her gaze; how her entire body tingled at his touch; how his eyes poured a torrent of questions and feelings into her, unlocking a corresponding flood in her own heart.

She snorted, remembering Kili’s recent jest.

“Who’s going to save you if you drown?” she murmured to the sky.

TAGLIST:

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[guardianofrivendell]

Masterlist - Dwarves

🌸 - Fluff with no additional warnings

⚡️ - Angst, possible triggers 😄 - Humor, not to be taken all too seriously 💦 - NSFW content (as soon as there’s more than a kiss, I’m using this) 🐢 - Gender neutral fic ❤️ - Personal favourite

BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST

The Company reacting to you having asthma 🌸⚡️ The Company not realizing you understand Khuzdul 🌸😄 How the Company reacts to a sick modern!reader 🌸😄

The Love Poem 🌸😄 - Ori, Fíli and Kíli 

Knight in Shining Armor 🌸⚡️ - After your breakup, Fíli is there to pick up the pieces. And maybe he feels the need to tell your ex just what he thought about it all.

I’ve Got You 🌸⚡️❤️ - Sometimes Fíli needs a little nudge from his wingmen when it comes to you. When you get injured and Fíli decides to step in, they see their chance.

Tea and Lockscreens 🌸 - Your date night takes a different turn than expected when Fíli sees something he wasn’t supposed to see.

Broken Promises ⚡️⚡️ - Fíli gets under the influence of dragon sickness - ft OC Tullaina

Slippery When Wet 🌸🌸 - Fíli and Tullaina go bathe together while on the quest - ft OC Tullaina

The Lower Fields  🌸🌸 - Teen Fíli, Kíli and Tullaina - ft OC Tullaina

Midamîn ⚡️🌸 - Fíli finally realizes he’s in love with Tullaina - ft OC Tullaina

When in Mirkwood part 1 ⚡️🌸 - Fíli and Tullaina finally get together, with some unexpected ‘help’ - ft OC Tullaina

One Morning in Laketown 😄💦 - A morning mishap while on the quest - ft OC Tullaina

Drunk in Love 🌸🌸 - Fíli is drunk and his wife!reader tries to get him to bed

Guarding Your Heart ⚡️⚡️🌸💦❤️ - Collab with @laurfilijames​​ - Modern Fíli Bodyguard AU series - 8 chapters

Someone Like You 🌸🌸💦- Collab with @laurfilijames​​ - Fake Dating Fíli AU - still in progress

Trade - Fíli gif request 🌸🐢

Preparing for battle - Fíli gif request 🌸🐢

Always Yours - Fíli drabble request 🌸

The Company reacting to you and Fíli being married 🌸😄

Stalker ⚡️🌸 - When you go on a late night walk, you feel as if someone is following you.

Stranger Danger ⚡️🌸 - Kíli comes to your rescue when there’s an unwanted guest in your apartment.

The Odd Ones Out 🌸🌸 - The story of how two young dwarves start a lifelong friendship. With my OC Tullaina.

Ibrizinlêkhê - Kíli  🌸🐢 - Kíli waited until the last minute to tell you some bad news.

Hostage part 1 - part 2  ⚡️🌸 - “I won’t get caught”, you said. Fate decided differently and it’s up to Kíli to come and rescue you. 

Power Outage - Modern!Kíli  ⚡️🌸 - You don’t like horror movies. At all. Kíli does, and when there’s a power outage, it’s a horror movie that finally brings you together

A snowday with Kíli would include 🌸🌸

Almond Cinnamon Pie - Kíli drabble 🌸🌸🐢

Dwarves Always Knock Thrice 🌸🌸⚡️ Modern AU - Fíli and Kíli find themselves in the modern world

Perfect 🌸🌸 A comfort fic - You had to deal with a few Dwarrowdams who weren’t very nice to you, making you doubt yourself. Fíli and Kíli are there to comfort you.

Pub Crush - Kíli and Fíli 🌸

The Way to a Hobbit’s Heart - Thorin x Bilbo 🌸🌸 - When Bilbo returns after a nice walk, he smells something foul. And it’s coming out of his house...

A Royal Tease 💦💦💦 - SMUT! Minors DNI - Thorin’s wife likes to tease him...

An Unexpected Adventure - 🌸 - When Thorin wakes up in his room in a local inn, the last thing he expected to see was a Dwarrowdam

The Crown 😄 - drabble

Happy 🌸 - Thorin gif request

And there was only one bed...  🌸🌸 - drabble 

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[ahufflepuffhobbit]

Bagginshield Winter Holiday Fic Recs

Exactly what the title says! I read so much fic, and winter is my favorite season, not least because there are so many holidays! These are some of my favorites, broken down into categories, and yours truly even has a couple written! (Here, if you want them, shameless self plug)

Middle Earth: Yule

Mirage by rutobuka (Rating: G) Look, I love ruto so much. This is a short little comic about Bilbo trying to be brave to get a "mistletoe" kiss from Thorin.

Er...Mistletoe? by bubbysbub (Rating: G) Pleasingly long and super cute about Bilbo introducing Erujól to Erebor, and the dwarves getting SUPER into it. I love it so much. The pacing is wonderful, and we get to meet so many dwarf OCs without overshadowing the main story of mutual pining.

A Winter's Tale by Chamelaucium (Rating: G) Bilbo and Frodo go to Erebor for Yule, and Bilbo spends the whole time trying to deny his feelings for Thorin while everyone conspires against him. Great fun!

Under the Mistletoe by alkjira (Rating: G) Cultural misunderstandings for the win! Bilbo and Thorin discover that they interpret the sight of mistletoe differently, but it's okay because it ends in some nice holiday kissing.

Bright Star by Emsiecat (Rating: G) Fluffy fluff fluff about Thorin and Bilbo watching a meteor shower!

Traditions by Hiddenkitty (Rating: G) Mentions of some Dwarvish holidays that are based of Jewish holidays, which is lovely to see! Also features Bilbo struggling to adjust to life in the mountain, and his acceptance of it at the end is beautiful.

Alone This Yuletide by Emsiecat (Rating: T) CLASSIC fake-dating situation with excellent fluff and holiday cheer, balanced with some serious moments. Bilbo sort of hires Thorin to dissuade suitors who only want his smial; excellence ensues.

A Mistletoe from Durin by aquileaofthelonelymountain (Rating: T) Very cute mutual pining story! Thorin revives some traditions from when before Erebor fell and also uses it to confess his feelings to Bilbo.

A Yuletide Gift by Nirindel (Rating: T) Bilbo is tasked with striking a deal between the elves and dwarrow, but isn't getting the respect he deserves from Thorin's council. To remedy this, he tries utilizing his new knowledge of Khuzdul, with an interesting and adorable reaction from Thorin.

Yuletide Traditions by Astardanced77 (Rating: T) Reshirement! Thorin learns about a Shire tradition and is DETERMINED to do is for Bilbo. Adorableness.

Sang the Bells by teaDragon (Rating: M) Bilbo returns to the mountain after a month in Mirkwood following the Battle. Brilliantly paced and adorable, I keep coming back to this one.

Deck the Halls and Dwarves and Quarries by diemarysues (Rating: E) Super cute idea about how dwarves celebrate the winter solstice, and I'm a sucker for cultural misunderstandings. But also, it's realistic and follows the plot and ends with a very satisfying smut scene. It's just *chefs kiss*

Draping by yeaka, rutobuka (Rating: E) Words cannot describe how much I love animal AUs. I don't know why, I just do, and yeaka and ruto working together is something special. Bilbo is a bunny living in Erebor with wolf!Thorin and dons an ugly sweater to teach Thorin to appreciate gifts more, no matter how unattractive they might be.

Home for the New Year by Chrononautical (Rating: E) Reshirement! Thorin celebrates Durin's Day AND Yule with Bilbo and Frodo! Amazing theories about how each holiday is celebrated, and Thorin is so cute and relaxed.

Modern AU: Christmas

Candle Glow and Mistletoe by euseevius (Rating: G) Extremely amusing, with a good dose of realistic angst at times. Thorin is a chicken that is scared to tell his family he got married to Bilbo, so they pretend to be just friends. Very fun, and the sequel is hilarious.

The Christmas Jumper Debacle by Chamelaucium (Rating: G) Pre-slash meet cute where both Thorin and Bilbo are the only ones wearig ugly Christmas sweaters at a holiday party. Featuring awkward!Bilbo XD

Some Magical Occurrence by Drenagon (Rating: G) Classic holiday romantic comedy vibes! Would love to see the Hallmark movie of this. Bilbo is a manager at the bookstore that the Durin's own, and is stressing about setting up for the holidays while dealing with his inconvenient crush. Freaking adorable.

Alone is Not a Word Meant for You by authoressjean (Rating: G) I really, really love this two-shot (sequel here). Thorin is the guardian of Fili and Kili after Dis died earlier in the year, and they stumble on the boys' favorite author doing a booksigning. Flirting and awkward!Thorin ensues. Very warm and lovely for someone going through loss (in my opinion) without hitting you over the head <3

Be My Santa by BakerStTardis (Rating: G) Short and adorable! Bilbo is a shop owner and needs a last minute Santa replacement. Thorin is the only one who fits the bill. Bonus!Kili XD

Those Gay, Happy Meetings by to-a-merrier-world (Rating: G) Adorable meet-cute! Bilbo's cat, Frodo, likes wandering over to Thorin's house because of the tall grass. This Christmas though, it's snowing a ton and Bilbo gets worried. Thorin ends up bringing Frodo home and then it's just adorable.

Christmas Dreaming by doodle_doo (Rating: G) Loosely based off A Christmas Carol. Bilbo has been traveling all around the world with Thorin and his company, and is denial about his feelings - not only of how much he loves being around the Company, but Thorin as well. So the ghost of Frerin (!) comes to him in dreams to help him with some realizations.

(Almost Believing) This One's Not Pretend by diemarysues (Rating: T) Holiday fake dating is popular and I love it! This takes place in modern Middle Earth, so we get fun race differences still, as well as some During family fun! I also highly recommend the smutty interlude!

Christmas is Coming by an_odd_ducky (Rating: E) Short, but super cute story about the frustrations of untangling Christmas lights and excellent distraction methods from said frustrations.

Thought these would be fun to read while we’re waiting for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday fics to be revealed

#bagginshield #my fic stuff #fic rec #holiday fic rec

[legolasbadass]

In Your Arms

This is a short fic for @kibleedibleedoo​ who wanted a sweet and fluffy story with our beautiful dwarf king. Hope this makes you feel better 💙💙

Relationship: Thorin x wife!reader

Setting: Post Botfa, everybody lives au

Summary: After a long and stressful day, Thorin comforts you with cuddles and kisses.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.2K

With a long, exasperated sigh, you shut the door behind you and let your head fall back against the stone. You were always exhausted after a long day of council meetings, settling debates between nobles, and visiting those under your patronage, but today you felt particularly weary. As queen, you tried with all your might to remain impassive and not let anyone get to you, for it was impossible to please everyone, and you would only hurt yourself if you tried. Still, sometimes, it was hard. 

Everyone was allowed to make mistakes, but it seemed that queens were not. Today you had mixed up two of your appointments. Master Bóli had not tried to conceal even an ounce of his displeasure and had shouted at you, despite a guard forcefully reminding him of who you were. Though it had been challenging to remain calm — your warrior instincts made you want to threaten him with a knife or a fist in return — you had had no other choice but to brush it off and go about your other tasks. But now that you were back in your private chambers, the vexatious encounter brought forth an unpleasant tightness in your belly — a sure sign that your anxiety was rising. You let out another sigh in the hopes of relieving some of the pressure, but the feeling only worsened. 

“Is that you, amrâlimê?” the familiar, rich baritone voice of your husband sounded from the other room. 

Despite everything, a faint smile graced your lips. Only Thorin had the power to do that with just his voice. 

“I’ll be right there!” you answered him, trying your best to keep your voice from trembling. The last thing you wanted was to add to his long list of worries. 

You dumped the heavy pile of papers you’d been holding on your desk, which occupied one end of the sitting room, then left your crown above it before following the sound of his voice. You found him sitting on the edge of your large canopied bed, wearing only his leather trousers and his white undershirt as he watched the crackling fire burning in the hearth. The sight was a familiar and comforting one, but this time it did very little to appease you. 

“What’s wrong?” Thorin asked as he watched you intently. He knew you too well not to notice how tense your shoulders were or how you took long, laboured breaths in the hopes of slowing down your heartbeat. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just had a long day,” you shrugged as you began to change into your nightclothes to be more comfortable. Perhaps letting your feet breathe and unlacing your tight corset would make you feel better. 

It didn’t. 

Before you knew it, Thorin had stood up and wrapped both of his strong, muscular arms around your waist. Then he placed a lingering kiss on your shoulder through the fabric of your chemise. Unconsciously, you leaned back against him, settling even further into his embrace. 

“Talk to me,” he murmured against your skin, sending shivers up your spine. Even after all these years, desire stirred within you at the slightest of his touches. Tonight, however, you craved a different kind of intimacy — and Thorin knew this even before you began to speak. 

“I made a mistake,” you began, unnecessary embarrassment making you think harder about your words, “I mixed up two of my appointments and was thus terribly late for my meeting with Master Bóli and he made sure to tell me how displeased he was by shouting at me in front a dozen people.” 

The words tumbled from your lips in an avalanche, and you desperately tried not to cry, but mingled with your fatigue, your anxiety was impossible to contain. You weren’t sure why you tried so hard to keep it together, for Thorin was more than willing to comfort you. 

“That filth,” Thorin spat, forcing himself to keep his voice low because he knew how sensible you were to raised voices when you were in such a state. “No one has any right to speak to my queen as such.” 

You turned around to face him and buried your face in the open collar of his shirt, the coarse hair covering his chest tickling your cheeks. Thorin was incredibly overprotective, and sometimes it was a problem, but now you welcomed it with open arms, eager to be dotted upon with the utmost care for the rest of the evening. 

“I thought about putting him in his place by hitting him or something, but I thought civil war would hardly be the answer to my problems,” you said, causing Thorin to chuckle. Then you sighed as one of his hands began unplaiting your intricate braids. 

“One way or another, he will have to answer for disrespecting you; mark my words,” Thorin said. “But let us put that aside for now. Come,” he added before leading you to the bed. 

Once settled comfortably beneath the furs, you let your head rest against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once more. Already, the tight feeling in your chest was lessening, leaving room for the unconditional love flowing between you to fill you with warmth. As though he could feel the tension leaving your body, Thorin gazed down at you and smiled lovingly. 

“I will make sure that your schedule is not as packed from now on, amrâlimê,” he said. “You deserve time to rest.”

You began shaking your head even before he finished speaking. “Thorin, no — I can’t do that,” you said. “I am the queen; I must attend to all those duties — “

“But you are also my One, and as such, I will not let you neglect your needs so that you can please others,” he interjected before kissing your forehead, his voice soft even though it left no room for any further protests. “There is plenty of time for you to complete all those tasks, and there are many who are waiting impatiently for the occasion to help you.”

At that moment that, you lifted your head to look at him and nodded slowly. Your gazes locked for a moment that stretch into infinity, blissfully empty of the stresses of your daily lives, and then your lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet as the first strawberries in summer, a wordless reaffirmation of the vows he had sworn on your wedding day: that he would love you and protect you and that he would always be there to comfort you, even when you were too stubborn or afraid to ask for it. The kiss did not erase all of your worries, but at that moment, they no longer mattered. You would worry the next day. For now, there was only room for love and serenity, which surrounded you like a warm blanket as you drifted to sleep in his arms. 

—

Khuzdul translations:

Amrâlimê: My Love

Taglist: @lathalea @linasofia @mcchiberry @fizzyxcustard​

#the hobbit #the hobbit fanfic #thorin fanfic #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin oakenshield x you #requests #fic requests

[mandolinearts]

kathe's hobbit fanfic

as of jan 2nd 2022 here are all the hobbit fics i've got on my ao3, with author's commentary. all of them except the last one are finished, and that wip i am actively working on.

🏔️ fairytale for a darker age - T | 1,7K

a short one-shot set in reclaimed erebor, in which the company gets together to listen to a tale about the finest harp ever made. bilbo may not understand khuzdul, but thorin gladly translates.

🌺 my world is sleeping (my world is you) - T | 5,2K | part 1 of under the world

my most popular fic to date - hades and persephone au, with a spin. gandalf goes to visit his old friend, only to find out that some things are not as they seem. why do the leaves die under bilbo's feet, when flowers used to bloom wherever he stepped? and why does he seem so content about spending half a year in the underworld?

🌾 make some kind of life for you - T | 4,8K | part 2 of under the world.

in the second installment of the hades and persephone au, we take a look into thorin's head - and his never ending well of love for his husband. a winter and a summer, a gift, and a meeting.

(the under the world series is still ongoing, and i may write more sometime)

🌠 hearts of stars and wonder - T | 75K (holy shit, i know)

a blend of the hobbit and star wars, but in ways you might not expect. thorin is looking to return a child he found, bilbo is his mildly unwilling copilot, and there's a lot of secrets and unvoiced emotions. involves space fights, planets, spaceships i got unreasonably emotionally attached to, and maybe even some jedi.

(this fic is a monster and also my baby please go read it. and i still have some ideas for continuing it with one shots and stuff)

🧭 81°14' north and 25° east - T | 2,4 K | part 1 of love letters to history and astrophysics

the aliens are here and they want to be friends!and their leader wants to marry a historian. one very specific historian. said historians' name is bilbo baggins, and he does not know how he feels about this.

(gifted to my friend angie, and she wrote a companion fic, which is the second part of the series. we might write more!)

⛸️ and our steady true north fades (we'll be just fine) - T | 5+ K | wip

in my newest story, i will take you on a trip to the frozen lakes of my country, and we will find out about ice, about family, and maybe even about love between a certain grumpy long-distance skater and a stubborn figure skater.

go check them out if anything strikes your fancy! if the links don't work, my ao3 is katheneverwrites, and you can find the stuff through there. 💖 also, you can check out my art and my fic tags.

#bagginshield #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #my fic

[rattyoakenbitch]

the hobbit: “the fear of rejection” ₊˚ ⸝  thorin x reader

❝no, you don't think of me like how i think about you. and it sucks, the way things change so fast.. it sucks, and it hurts so bad.❞

gif credit: n/a song: princessbri - i hate that i can only write music about u

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pairings: thorin oakenshield x reader

warnings: angst, violence

summary: not much of a summary but more of an a/n? anyway, i’ve read a lot of fan-fics where thorin is the one always avoiding the reader because he’s insecure and unsure of the reader’s feelings. i thought i’d turn the tables for this oneshot. (also this is kinda the situation with this guy i’m crushing on so---)

“So, Y/N, when are you finally going to confess your undying love for our uncle?”

You groan at the sound of Kili’s teasing as he jogs up beside you, along with his older brother, Fili. You ignore them and walk faster, your cheeks burning red.

“Aw, c’mon, Ki! She’s shy! Leave the poor girl alone!”

“I’m not shy, I’m just..” you sigh and look at the ground as you trail behind the rest of The Company. “It’s not that simple.” Kili & Fili exchange a look, knowing this was going to become serious.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you, Y/N? Afraid of Thorin pushing you away?”

You solemnly nod, avoiding the brothers’ sad smile. 

“Oh, Y/N, it’ll be okay. You know it’s not good to keep your feelings bottled up.” Fili pats you on your shoulder, “We know our uncle. He wouldn’t think any less of you for taking a liking to him.” 

You frown. “I know that.. But if he rejects my feelings.. Well, I don’t know how I’d handle it.” You space out, the thought of The Company mocking and teasing you in your mind. They’d never let you live it down, that’s for sure. Just as Kili was about to speak, Thorin’s booming voice stopped him.

“Fili! Kili! Catch up!” 

The brothers sent you a final look before keeping up their pace, catching up with the rest of The Company. 

“You too, Y/N,” Thorin commanded, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours. His stare was harsh, causing shivers to run across your whole body. You felt yourself sink under his cold gaze.

There was no way you could confess to him.

That day, you kept your distance from Thorin. And the day after. 

Days turned into weeks and you haven’t spoken to Thorin at all. If it was something serious concerning the journey, you would turn to Gandalf about it instead of Thorin. 

Thorin was quick to catch on. He suspected you were avoiding him on purpose. But why? You’d grown close to Thorin over the journey, so why would you suddenly ignore him? 

He was soon to find out.

One night, The Company, drained and exhausted from the traveling, headed to sleep early. You offered to take the first watch as they all rested quietly, save for Bombur’s loud snores.

You too, found yourself drifting off to sleep, but the sound of a branch snapping shook you awake. You jumped to your feet and spun around, scanning the woods surrounding the camp. 

You caught the glimpse of something rustling between the bushes. Maybe an animal. You whipped your dagger out of its’ sheath and cautiously approached the sound, stepping in the dark woods where the light of the fire did not touch.

You walked around for a good five minutes, checking between every bush or where you thought the sound came from. 

“I’m just being paranoid..” You whispered to yourself, rubbing your eyes. “Bifur should be taking the next watch.” Just as you were about to walk back towards the camp, a rough hand pulled you back, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto the ground. 

You couldn’t see through the dark very well, but judging by the animalistic growls and smell, you knew you were being ambushed by an Orc. Maybe several. 

Just as you let that sink in, you instinctively reached for your dagger. You pulled it out of its’ sheath, only for it to be kicked out of your hand.

The Orc towering above you kept your arm down with its’ boots as it bent down, its’ rotten breath fanning your face. You struggled to get back onto your feet, but another Orc by your side held you down and placed its’ slimy hand on your mouth, keeping you silent.

The two Orcs yelled at each other in Blackspeech. You couldn’t understand what they were saying, but after an exchange, they looked down at you, a malicious grin on their faces.

Oh, you were so dead.

The first Orc unsheathed its’ blade, pointing it to your neck. 

The Orc raised its’ blade in the air, ready to take your head off, when it was suddenly tackled to the ground by an unseen person.

The other Orc by your side was caught off guard, and you took that chance to grab your dagger, get to your feet and kill it.

Just as you finished, a familiar voice, that both scared you and comforted you called out.

“Y/N! What were you doing? You almost got yourself killed!”

Judging by Thorin’s voice, you knew he was furious. But his demeanor softened when he saw the terrified look your face. He said a curse in Khuzdul under his breath and lead you back to the camp where he could get a better look at you.

“Did they hurt you? Are you wounded?” He inspected you from head to toe, looking for any wounds or blood. But you quickly backed away from Thorin.

“No, no, no, I’m fine, I’m not hurt,” you reassured him. “I-” Your words got caught in your throat as you locked eyes with Thorin. He approached you, but this time held you in place before you could avoid him this time.

“Why are you so nervous around me, Y/N?” You broke eye contact, looking down, away from Thorin. “Do I scare you? Tell me, Y/N. It hurts me to know you want to distance yourself from me.”

“Thanu-men,” you whispered. [my king] 

“You may address me by my name, Y/N. It’s just the two of us.”

“I.. You misunderstand..” Thorin raises an eyebrow. You continue, “I have been feeling unwell and it wasn’t my intention to avoid you..”

“Do not lie to me, Y/N. I’m not easy to fool.”

You stay silent after that, still refusing to make eye contact with Thorin. 

“.. Is there something you’ve been meaning to tell me?”

Your heart skips a beat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..”

“Then are you telling me my nephews have been lying to me?” 

Damn it, Fili & Kili.

You feel Thorin’s hand tug at your chin, forcing you to look up at him. 

“All this time, Fili & Kili have been telling me about your feelings for me.”

“I-”

“I didn’t believe it at first.. And I still don’t. So I want you to tell me, Y/N,” Thorin says lowly into your ears. “Tell me it’s true.”

Your face is now inches away from Thorin’s, your noses nearly brushing up against each other. You feel his heated breath fan your face and neck, causing your heart to flutter. You suck in a breath.

This was your chance.

Hesitantly, you cupped Thorin’s face. By the look of his eyes, he was taken back. 

Without giving him the chance to properly react, you pressed your lips to his. He was quick to kiss you back, snaking his arms around your small form to deepen the kiss. 

You broke away briefly to get a look at Thorin’s face. His expression said nothing but happiness, his eyes filled with light and joy, and his cheek red with blush. 

You giggled lightly and pulled Thorin closer to pepper kisses all over his face, his nose, his forehead, and the top of his head. 

You felt him hum in satisfaction.

“So, does that mean yes?”

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[lathalea]

Hello there! Did you really think I wouldn't participate in this ask game? Well, here I am, and of course, this is about Thorin😂 😈

One thing about myself: I love books, and more importantly, I love talking about books with just about anyone (as if you didn't know that lol)! Basically I'm just a bid old nerd who wants some cuddles while reading together.

I'm a sucker for forbidden love (again, shocker, right?) but this time let's go with friends to lovers. Gimme all the fluff!

And my chosen au is the au that's not actually an au because we all know the Durins survived, aka everybody lives au!

Why hello there, stranger! 💙 Did you really think I'd forget about your ask? Not a chance!

First of all...

(Sorry about the delay though. The heatwave is killing me.)

And now, let's get down to business 🥳🎈🎁 This is both the Imagine Ask Game imagine (💞 - Friends to Lovers with Thorin) and my newest fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event so I hope you'll excuse me the almost-a-fic-but-a-bit-like-an-imagine general style of the story.

WEEK 4 - PROMPT 28

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WEEK 4 - PROMPT 28

Trope: Dream Quote: “Let’s skip to the good part.” Image: link

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf OFC (The Hobbit) Rating: G Wordcount: 4165

You can find this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Amrâlimê - my love

Dream Come True

Smaug was dead and Erebor was being restored. Leaving Ered Luin and moving to your homeland was like stepping into a fairy tale. You were born in exile, but your grandmother told you many amazing tales about the true home of your clan. When the time came and Thorin Oakenshield reclaimed the Lonely Mountain, you and your family joined a caravan and headed east.

When you arrived in Erebor, you instantly fell in love with the place. It was even better than your grandmother’s stories. Luckily, your family’s old home wasn’t overly damaged, so you started your new life fairly quickly after moving back in. 

As a serious book-lover, you had one dream: to become a librarian. Since your grandmother used to be one of the librarians under the Mountain back in her day, she had taught you all you needed to know to become one. She was too old to return to her former work, but her recommendation along with your earlier work experience in a cosy little bookshop in the Blue Mountains made it possible for you to work at the Great Library of Erebor. 

In the beginning, the job meant mostly cleaning up the mess Smaug left and trying to rescue the damaged books or at least copy their content before their frail parchment pages perished forever. You often stayed up late at night, trying to decipher faded runes on the yellowed pages of yet another ancient volume, but it was worth it. So what if half of the time you actually spent on reading books instead of mending or sorting them? You had always made sure to finish the most urgent tasks before treating yourself to another chapter of “Brok The Barbarian” or “The Wuthering Red Mountains” or “The Haunted Manor of Mirkwood”. Well, almost. Sometimes Mistress Gudrun, the head librarian, would find you surrounded by a heap of books you had been sorting all morning with one of them in your lap as you devoured its contents. It was completely not your fault. That book simply happened to open of its own accord—by accident—on a very interesting page. Mistress Gudrun would shake her head with a chuckle and then leave you be. She knew you were one of the most passionate of her apprentices, even if rather easily distracted. But some things could not be helped. Besides, you reminded her of her younger self a little bit.

One night you were still at the library, finishing the task of cataloguing the “Art of War” section when you heard a suspicious noise. A sound of a door being unlocked and opened. And it was not just any door – it was the side door that was only used by the staff to enter and leave the library at any time through a conveniently placed tunnel. It even had a sign: “NO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL”. 

Then you heard slow, heavy steps. They didn’t sound like any of your colleagues’ steps. What if it was a thief?! You grabbed the heaviest tome you could find and stalked towards that door. In the flickering light of the library lamps, you saw a shadow of a movement ahead of you. Without thinking, you gathered your courage and attacked the supposed burglar with the leather-bound tome. That would teach them not to steal!

The book hit something hard. You heard an “Oof!” and then your priceless weapon was torn out of your hands before you could react. You blinked and your mouth fell open at the large silhouette in front of you. In the faint light you saw none other than your king, the legendary Thorin II Oakenshield. You recognized him, of course, you’d seen him in the Blue Mountains many times before, but never from such a close distance. He stood there, tall and proud, with his dark locks majestically flowing down his shoulders… and massaged his arm with a frown on his face. “Do you assault all the visitors who come here to read?” he uttered an irritated growl.

You swallowed. You had just attacked your king. You hoped that the infamous dungeons of Erebor weren’t as full of hungry giant cave rats as the rumours said. After muttering apologies to your king, you explained the situation and, to your surprise, heard his explanation in turn. He was in need of some light reading after a long day and this entrance to the library was the closest one to the royal chambers. And, of course, he had the key. He was the king of this mountain, after all!

It was your lucky day: he didn’t imprison you or hang for treason and instead you offered him a few books that would make good evening reads. He took them gladly, even “The Crucible”, one of your favourites, a lighthearted story about a Dwarf, an abysmal cook, who tried to make the perfect stew for his three beloved wives. Don’t judge, okay? Culinary novels are an important element of dwarven literature!

This was how your friendship started. Yours and the king’s, not yours and that stew’s of course. Thorin and you bonded over the written word and he became a frequent late evening visitor in the library. Since then, you spent many hours – or even whole nights – discussing the stories you had both read or criticising the authors who wrote too much angst and not enough fluff. And sometimes, you would simply talk about anything and everything.

Thorin appreciated these visits more than you knew. Even if he spent a tiring day with his advisors, he knew that he’d find you in the library in the evening. With you, he could forget about his duties for a short while and enjoy both your quick wit and your charming smile. You helped him rekindle his old love for books, something he hadn’t had the chance to enjoy much when Erebor was lost. But now it was different. He reclaimed his kingdom, his people were safe, and he was finally able to find some time for leisure. So he spent it with someone he learned to appreciate and admire. You. The person with whom he could be himself. Someone who wasn’t an advisor, nor a sparring partner, nor a courtier. Someone who didn’t want to get into his good graces just because he was a king; who didn’t expect favours nor special treatment. Someone he had been thinking of as his close friend for a while now.

One day Dis approached her brother and discreetly let him know that there were rumours of him having a dalliance with a mysterious lover. Apparently, someone saw Thorin sneaking out of the royal wing late at night; someone else saw him returning shortly before dawn, and several nobles commented on the shadows under his eyes when he arrived at the morning council meetings. Some even wondered whether Thorin acted dishonourably, having trysts with an unsuspecting young lady, but not courting her openly. Or worse – what if he seduced multiple innocent maidens under everyone’s nose?! Was that conduct worthy of a king?! “Preposterous!” Thorin exclaimed. In anger, he told Dis what he had been doing and whom he was meeting. She replied, “I suspected as much. I can see that she makes you happy and it fills my heart with warmth. Have you told her of your feelings yet?”

Thorin had no idea what his sister meant. You were his good friend, nothing more! But then Dis told him that he should stop acting like an empty-headed mountain troll. She reminded him that she was not blind and spoke about all the little glances he cast at you when he thought no one was looking. Or about that meeting at the marketplace the other day when you both stood in the middle of a crowd together, oblivious of your surroundings, passionately discussing the ending of a book you had both recently finished. Oh, and the fact that he would rather spend nights in the library than sleep in his own, comfortable bed spoke volumes, too. And what about that tiny issue of him rejecting every single suggestion of marriage she or Balin proposed?

Thorin started seriously thinking about what Dis said. Was it possible that something more than friendship blossomed between you? He recalled the way you smiled at him whenever he appeared in  the library. He remembered the reluctance with which he said “good night” to you every time he had to leave. And each time he did, he saw some mysterious emotion twinkling in your bright eyes. The eyes that made him think of precious gems. And then, there was that warmth he felt deep inside. And that tingling sensation whenever your hands accidentally met.

He needed to think.

***

It had been over a week since you saw Thorin last and you started to worry. It was unlike him to disappear this way without telling you in advance that he would be busy with matters of state or that he had to leave for a diplomatic visit somewhere. As far as you knew, he was still in Erebor. 

Around that time you noticed that whenever you passed through the library, people would stare at you and whisper. The elderly Master Wurf, the biggest local gossip and the chief of the fine arts section, tsk-tsked at you and told you he expected more of you. 

When you asked him what he meant, he simply replied, “Do not feign innocence, young lady, it does not suit you. Have you no shame?” Did it have anything to do with the fact that he stumbled upon you and Thorin late at night in one of the secluded areas of the library a few days before? Master Wurf refused to say anything more. In fact, he started openly avoiding you, and he was not the only one. Even your friends began treating you in a very weird way, suddenly interrupting their conversations whenever you appeared or making themselves scarce. One of them even had the audacity to ask whether you could fix them with a permanent position as a royal clerk since you had “access” to the king. He winked and chuckled when he said it, but you found nothing funny about this. Things turned even less amusing when the amount of crude remarks towards you multiplied and you even received several very improper proposals. And then one day you heard your nosy neighbour speak to her husband, “Look, that harlot is coming! I wonder how much the king pays her for…”

“Stop wagging your tongue, woman, and give me my dinner!” her spouse bellowed.

“Woman?! Woman?! After 157 years of marriage you have forgotten my name, you smelly boar?! I’ll teach you…”

The familiar sounds of their customary weekly fistfight ensued followed by their passionate exclamations of love that usually came after, but you did not hear it. You ran home, teary-eyed, and locked yourself in your room. “The king’s harlot”. Those words stung more than they should. But what hurt even more was that Thorin stopped seeing you so abruptly. In these circumstances, you  came to a conclusion: he did not want to see you again. His reputation as a king was worth more to him than your quiet friendship. He did not even have the decency to speak with you in person. Perhaps you were not as close as you had thought you were. Those late night conversations, fiery discussions, private jokes you shared… all of it was gone now. You were left only with memories of those moments, of his cerulean eyes, and of that low, velvety voice speaking your name.

Now, your reputation was ruined. You could wave any hopes of finding a spouse goodbye. No one seemed to believe you, and it was probably a matter of time until Mistress Gudrun would dismiss you from the library for indecent conduct, even if it was just based on some gossip.

As you wallowed in self-pity, there was a knock on the door and before you could say “enter”, your grandmother barged into your room.

“My dear girl, are you sleeping with the king?” she asked in her charmingly blunt way, staring you straight in the eye.

“Of course not, granny!” you exclaimed. That one time when you and Thorin both dozed off late at night in the library and your head happened to rest on his very comfortable shoulder surely didn’t count! You still remembered the moment when you both woke up, staring sleepily into each other’s eyes, his lips barely inches from yours. No, that dot not count even a bit!

“What a shame,” she sighed and sat next to you with a grunt. “So all those things I hear are only unsubstantiated rumours?” “I’m afraid so,” you reached for your handkerchief in an attempt to dry your cheeks.

“And here I was thinking that at least you had some fun!” “Grandma, he is the king!” you gasped. “Oh yes, he is, and he is quite a handsome one, is he not?” she grinned.

“Come on, granny! Thorin and I are just friends! He sometimes visits the library, nothing more!”

“Are you well, my dear? Your cheeks are red. You are not blushing, are you?” “Of course I am not blushing! It is the heat, I must have put too many logs into the fireplace, that is all,” you tried your best bluff.

“If you say so, dear,” your grandma nodded, patting your hand. “Then I guess there must be some misunderstanding with that royal messenger at our door…” “What? What? What? What are you talking about, granny?” you almost jumped up.

“A nice young fellow has just arrived with a dinner invitation for you from king Thorin,” she smiled sweetly at you. And when your grandma smiled sweetly, that was an equivalent of a shark baring his teeth.

“Tell him I’m not unavailable! I’m sick! I’ve gone to visit our relatives in the White Mountains!” you panicked.

“Truly, child? Is that the best you can do? All my teachings for nothing…” she hung her head theatrically. Our last relatives in the White Mountains moved away from there over 200 years ago during the last Orc War. Do you want the king to think that you are related to an Orc?”

“No! Granny! Oh no! I just… I don’t want to see him! Because of those horrible rumours, he’ll probably tell me that… this is the end of our… our friendship,” you sobbed while your heart raced like crazy in your chest. “I can’t… I can’t face him. Not now. I just want to be left alone until it all blows over.” “Very well, my child,” your grandma gave you a reassuring hug. “If that is what you want, I will make it happen.”

***

You spent several peaceful days at home, taking a sick leave. Even your granny agreed that you deserved some rest. Secretly, you hoped that the rumours would soon die down and everyone would once again leave you alone. It felt strange to spend the evenings at home with your family instead of copying the old parchments and waiting for the familiar squeaking sound of the opening door, along with Thorin’s customary “Good evening”. Oh, how you longed to hear his voice once again, to sit with him and simply enjoy his presence…

Instead, two more dinner invitations came, each of them written with golden letters on the best parchment you have ever seen, but you refused them both. Those were the formal invitations from the king, not your friend Thorin, and they did not bode well.

After that, a mysterious package arrived to you with no return address. Inside, there was a rare edition of a book you have always wanted to own. There was a fresh rose sticking out from between the covers and when you opened the book at that page, you saw a note. It contained a very short and very clumsily composed poem about your eyes being compared to gems. You recognized the elegant handwriting at once. And the rune “T” at the bottom of the page.

It was not possible. It had to be a mistake. Thorin never really liked poetry. And what about that beautiful flower? And the precious book?

“Are my old eyes failing me or is this a threefold gift?” your grandma asked, putting her book away.

“Granny, we both know you have eyes like a hawk! Wait… a threefold gift?” you forgot to breathe. The rose. The poem. The book. Three pieces. Exactly like the tradition said. Oh, shoot.

“What will you send him in return?” your grandma’s tone was alarmingly casual. “You can’t keep a courting gift waiting for too long, you know…” 

“That’s… I don’t plan to send him anything,” you put the beautiful gift box aside, not wanting to look at it any longer.

“Do you know when was the last time Thorin Oakenshield sent his last courting gift?” you heard your granny’s soft voice.

“I don’t,” you admitted, your throat tightening.

“The answer is: never. The whole kingdom assumed he was devoted to his craft and therefore uninterested in marriage. It seems that we all were wrong and he found someone special after all,” she mused.

“You don’t understand, granny. Thorin is an honourable dwarf. He knows about that gossip and he realises how damaging it is to my reputation so he is trying to do what he feels is right out of his sense of duty. Plus, I’d make a very bad queen…”

Your grandmother just shook her head and, to your surprise, said nothing, leaving you with your dark thoughts.

***

The next courting gift from Thorin came a week later. Another exciting book, another clumsy but sweet poem, and another flower (a daisy, as pink as your lips, as the new poem claimed). Your grandma simply looked at you from behind her half-moon spectacles but, again, did not say a word.

You put the gifts into your wardrobe with an attempt to forget about them. As tradition said, if you were not interested in the courtship, the only thing you had to do was simply not to respond to these gifts and leave them be. And that was exactly what you did. After reading the books, of course. The courting traditions did not say anything about not being allowed to reading them. That was what books were for, weren’t they? 

The problem was, the third gift came a week later, another one a week after that, and then they just kept on coming. Your free wardrobe space was shrinking rapidly. Meanwhile, your granny and the royal messenger became fast friends and she even began baking her delicious cinnamon buns every Friday — because that was the day he would come with another courting gift from Thorin. At the same time, you absolutely did not feel any anticipation every Friday morning. You were not interested in empty gifts sent to you out of misplaced pity. Not at all. And yet, you still missed Thorin, your dear… friend.

***

Almost  two months passed and everyone seemed to have forgotten about your alleged scandalous affair with the king — or perhaps they had simply become bored with it. The gossip mill of Erebor was now busy with another topic: the royal jeweller’s wife gave birth to twins and the rumour had it that each of the babes was supposed to have a different father. When your grandmother heard it for the first time, she laughed to tears together with the royal messenger who, along with that piece of gossip, brought you another courting gift. A brand new, illustrated copy of your favourite “The Crucible”, a touching poem with loneliness as a main theme, and a simple forget-me-not flower. Now you too had tears in your eyes.

One day you stayed at the library longer than usual, determined to finish making the inventory of the newest books that arrived from the Blue Mountains. You were so focused on the task that you hadn’t heard the characteristic squeaking sound of a particular door being opened.

“Good evening,” the rumbly, familiar voice broke the silence that surrounded you. And then you heard your own name spoken in that very special way you secretly adored.

“Thorin?” you almost jumped in surprise. He stood before you, just as he did that first time you had met here, wearing a simple dark blue tunic that emphasised his strapping figure of a warrior, his hair slightly ruffled, his temple free from the Raven Crown of Erebor, but this time there was no frown on his face. Instead, a slight smile danced on his lips. Mahal, how you had missed seeing him. “I am glad to see you here again. May we talk?” His eyes searched your face and one look into them was enough to melt your resolve.

Your conversation started awkwardly at first. Thorin was convinced that he offended you somehow and wanted to know what he could do to make amends. He wished to understand why you refused to see him and avoided him for so long. Brimming with strong emotions, in a trembling voice you spoke of your disappointment and all the misery the rumours had caused you. “... and when you stopped coming to the library, I thought I lost a… friend,” you finally admitted quietly, stifling a sob.

“You have never lost me. I needed to reflect on some matters in solitude, but now I know that I have failed you. I believed those rumours would harmlessly disappear. For that I am asking for your forgiveness and if it will be granted to me, I still would like to continue being your… friend, if I cannot be anything else.” 

While listening to his words, you looked at your hands that somehow found themselves in his large, warm palms of a blacksmith. You discovered that you liked the feeling and the sensations that came with it. You did not want him to let go of you even if you probably should.

“And what else would you like to be?” you asked, unable to ignore the effect his closeness had on you. These were the same hands that gently picked the flowers, carefully chose the books and wrote those awkward poems for you every single week while you were apart. And the regal features of his face were now softened by a hopeful smile that reached all the way to his eyes.

“Do you remember that old parchment we once read together? The one that said: ‘Life is but a book and every day – merely a page’?” Thorin squeezed your hands gently.

“I do, but what does it have to do with you and me?”

“I would like to reopen that book with you. But not where we left off. Let us skip to the good part. Let us write new pages for as long as we live. Together. What do you say?”

“Together,” your voice wavered, “as… friends?”

Thorin’s hands moved to your arms, shoulders, then to your neck, and then cupped your face, making your breath hitch. His face was so close to yours now, your nose brushed against his. You could even feel the warmth of his breath and the softness of his hair against your cheek. As you took a deep breath, your lungs filled with that unmistakable scent of pine needles, leather, and ink. So unmistakably, reassuringly Thorin.

“No, not at all as friends,” he murmured, gently pressing his forehead against yours, and then added one little world that turned your world upside down, “Amrâlimê.”

“Do you mean it?” your eyes widened. “Truly?”

Without a word, Thorin took out a little wooden box out of his pocket. There were his and your runes carved in its cover. When he handed it to you,  you took it from him and opened it. Inside, you saw an elegant mithril braid bead and a beautiful matching ring adorned with diamonds – symbols of eternal love. No Dwarf would offer such breathtaking gifts simply out of duty. 

You wanted to pinch yourself when Thorin took one of your hands and placed it over his heart.

“Truly. I do not wish to only be your friend. Not any longer. I want to share my life with you, if you will have me.”

Your vocal cords refused to cooperate. All you could do was nod and wrap your arms around him, tucking your head under his bearded chin. 

“Is that a ‘yes’, Amrâlimê?” Thorin whispered softly while the gentleness of his arms encircled you.

“Oh, Thorin. I didn’t dare to dream that this day would ever come. Yes.”

He took your hand into his a placed a careful kiss on the back of your palm. And then he slipped on your finger the ring he had made with his own hands during that time you were apart. When you met his gaze, the eternal diamonds shone in his eyes.

On that day you learned that some dreams do come true, after all.

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[yourehomesickiunderstand]

About/Rules/Verses

Hello, and welcome to my Bofur RP blog. This post is a HUGE wall of text, if you are on desktop and would like to see it a little tidier, please see the separate pages in the sidebar to the right. 

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About the Mun

1. Firstly I am over 30, own a house, have a husband, 1 baby, 2 cats, and a wealth of commitments and responsibilities. I will do my best to reply in a timely manner, but will state up front that sometimes life gets in the way.

2. I am in EST and work M-F from 9-5, plus a half hour commute. Please understand that I can not post from work, and will not be posting during those times.

3. In addition, I am Mom to a very active toddler who is my priority over writing and who’s nap schedule tends to dictate when I can post.

4. My native language is English, though I can understand French, and a little bit of Spanish and Japanese. Don’t bank on me carrying on a decent conversation in any of those languages though.

About the Blog

1. When I first set up this blog I didn’t realize that secondary blogs can’t follow back, ask, or submit. My main blog name is Saffity, so if you see that blog follow you, it’s me. If I send an ask or submit, I will mention this blog name so you don’t get confused.

2. My inbox, ask, etc. is open. Please feel free to write me any starters, questions, or whatever.

3. Please send any critiques or suggestions to me. I’ve been on Tumblr forever, but have never really been a poster. If you see me doing basic noob mistakes with my posts that can be easily fixed, please let me know.

4. I will be tracking #yourehomesickiunderstand so please use that tag with our threads.

Mun’s Playing Style

1. I prefer my Bofur straight. I understand Boffins and other ships and have no qualms with them, I’ve been known to enjoy a good fluff fic once in a while, but this Bofur is straight.

2. Please send me an ask or fan mail if you would like our characters to have an already established relationship, I’m totally cool with it. I respond to all cannon characters as known as it shows in the books or movies, but if you are an OC and want something other than a “Nice to meet you” please let me know first.

3. I’m willing to do some fluffies, but not full on smut, if the thread calls for smut (which will often happen), I’ll fade to black when I’ve gone as far as I feel comfortable with. (Don’t worry, I’ll fade when I’m ready, you’ll never get any angry messages from me about going too far.)

4. Bofur here is multiverse, au, indie, whatever you want to call it. I’m sure he’ll fit into whatever crossover or world you decide to drop him in, he’s very easy going after all.

5. I tend to write in the past tense, third person. If you’d prefer a different style, just let me know and I’ll try to accommodate.

6. I’m bad with my images, so bad! I’m still figuring everything out, so if I’ve royally screwed something up, please let me know and I will delete and repost correctly.

7. I am super okay with editing anything I write if it doesn’t jive with your character or where you want the plot to go, please just let me know.

8. I mainly play on mobile, as such, I’m not able to cut my posts down. Please do so whenever you feel the need/want, I won’t be upset.

Head Cannons that go across all verses

1. Bofur has a Northern Irish accent and his hat, always his hat.

2. Bofur has named his hat Bundushathur, which in Khuzdul means “Cloudyhead” and will sometimes refer to his hat as a sleeping rabbit. If Khuzdul does not exist in the verse (like Modern) then the hat is called Cloudyhead and still referred to as a rabbit.

3. Bofur is the everyman, he isn’t special or high born. He is good natured, friendly, and the world’s best wingman, even if it means connecting someone he pines after with someone else. He would rather see them happy and keep their friendship than try to force his feelings on them or lose their friendship because of his pride.

4. The main characteristic about Bofur is that he is unimportant in the hierarchy of society.

Main Verse - The Hobbit/LOTR

Bofur is 4'6" but fairly thin for a dwarf.

Bofur is a dwarf who’s family line comes from Moria. He is of the mining class. He was born and raised in Ered Luin with his brother. Shortly after Bofur became an adult, his parents died, leaving him to raise his brother. Shortly after that, Bifur was injured in an orc attack. Bofur and Bombur took Bifur in, however there were a number of difficult years as they all got used to Bifur’s new personality.

Once Bifur was stable enough, the brothers decided it would be a good idea to head out and find new customers for their skills. They ended up at Bree, opening up a shop to sell Bifur’s fabulous toys, and offer tinkering services.

During their stay in Bree, Bombur got married to a passing female dwarf and moved his overly large family near the shop. Bifur and Bofur live together in living quarters at the back of the shop, Bombur lived with them until he got married.

Bofur travels around Middle Earth, usually west of the Misty Mountains, and most often between Bree and Ered Luin by way of the Shire. He collects supplies, sells wares, and visits many friends and family that are about the lands.

When Thorin calls for assistance in taking back Erebor, Bofur and his kin lock up their shop and head for the Shire.

After the quest they settle in Erebor, though Bofur heads back to Bree to close up their shop and settle accounts prior to settling in for a long life of enjoying his 14th share of the treasure.

Head Cannons that can totally change if my partner is a Bifur or Bombur

1. Bofur’s father was killed in Moria at the battle of Azanulbizar, his Mother died in an Orc attack when Bofur was in his 40s. He has taken care of his brother ever since.

2. Bofur took Bifur in after Bifur was orphaned as well, the three are like brothers, having shared the experience of loss and growing up together.

3. Bombur stopped speaking after their mother died. Bofur’s tried to get him to speak, and has managed to get him to speak sometimes, but usually just small replies and often with much prodding. Bifur and Bombur use the same sign language to speak to each other and those who don’t speak Khuzdul. Bofur takes care of both of them and is the one who speaks to customers.

Modern Verse

High School

Bofur is not popular, though he’s friendly and basically knows everyone. He enjoys shop class, classical music, and historical literature.

Studious and hard working, Bofur can often be found with his nose in a book, when not sitting on the bleachers playing the tin flute he always has on him.

College Student

Bofur is a TA in college. His major is historical literature, and his goal is to eventually become a professor. His passion is delving into historical fanatasy from cultures other than England and Western Europe.

He enjoys learning languages in order to read what he is researching in its original state.

General Modern Adult

In most modern adult verses Bofur is a general labourer, most often a janitor. If he is a teacher, he teaches music and drama.

Ice Cream Shop

Bofur runs a small home made ice cream shop that is part of a coffee shop run with a companion or family member (his partner can be any member of the company). He makes a variety of flavours, and offers lactose and gluten free varieties.

He prides himself on being able to guess his customers’ favourites on sight (like the movie Chocolat).

Marvel

Bofur is a janitor within shield. He can be found on the helicarrier, within the Avengers training base, or basically anywhere the heroes may be destroying things that need to be cleaned up.

While he is quiet and without powers, he has wisdom and a patient ear to lend to those supers who require a moment to vent.

Star Trek

This is the only verse where Bofur stands out. Bofur is a red shirt, but by some miraculous turn of events, he has gone on a number of away missions and made it back alive. Poor Bofur would love to get off the enterprise with his life, and shirt, in tact, but it appears some of the higher officers like to see him lose his mind and suggest him for more away missions, even if only in jest.

Head cannons that exist in all modern verses

1. Bofur and his family are from Northern Ireland, though Bofur travels around, goes to school abroad, and in general can pop up anywhere in the world.

2. Bofur is short for a male - 5'6", with a stocky build, and fairly strong.

3. Bofur’s younger brother Bombur is still at home (or married with kids depending on their age).

4. Bofur’s parents took Bifur in after he got injured during Armed Forces training, as Bofur’s family lives closer to the rehab resources that Bifur requires.

#out of songs

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Oh this looks like so much fun! Thank you for tagging me @middleearthpixie.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 54 😵

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 437,811

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Hobbit, but I have written for Tintin, and a tiny bit of What We Do in the Shadows and Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Future Bright as Snow- 1,812 Guardian of Kings- 1,368 A Smile for a Cold Spoon- 483 Thirty Minutes to Change Your Life- 466 The Marali Festival- 439

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! It does take me a little while, but I try to answer each and every one. 😊

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh goodeness, I don't do angsty endings at all. 😂 I've got a few planned that will have some bittersweet endings. But I'm going to say Home was the angstiest ending, and it's mostly just Thorin comforting Dis as she allows herself to cry.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost every fic of mine has a happy ending. I don't know that there is one I can qualify as having the "happiest" ending, but One More Little Adventure and Every Wedding Has a Few Disasters are the two that first come to mind.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have never actually gotten hate on a fic. (knocks on wood)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do write smut, but I don't know how to describe it other than smut with humor. 😂 I've done a little bit of everything when it comes to smut, and here are a few examples:

Breaking the Rules (Haddotin) Living the Hobbit Way (Bagginshield) An Ill-Timed Giggle (Bagginshield) Webcam (Bagginshield)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've not really written any crossovers yet, but I have one in the planning stage which would be a Hobbit/Dungeon Meshi crossover. I don't think it's all that crazy though. 🤣

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I HAVE! I actually love getting to collab with other authors, and am very thankful for the Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration event for getting the chance to do so.

They Stole My Heart (Along With the Rest of Him) with @lordoftherazzles What Happened in 30C and Secrets in the Blue Mountain Apartment with @thotinshield

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Definitely Bagginshield 😉

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I haven't quite labeled it as abandoned because ideally I'd like to get back to it, but it would be really special circumstances and that's Once Upon a Dream.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like characterization and humor are things I excel at and definitely have had people comment on it before.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Transitions and just adding enough prose. I tend to talk through dialogue and I feel like my stories miss that extra little 'ah!' that would make them special.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I mean, I add Khuzdul or Sindarin when I want to enhance that aspect of the character's culture and understanding, but other than that I don't really mess with other languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOL calling me out, but for Mario Bros I wrote A LOT of Daisy/Luigi.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? AHH! Asking me to choose my best child here. 😭 Okay, I'm going to list out my top 5 favorites:

Home (my first gen Hobbit fic) Guardian of Kings (my first finished multi-chapter fic; so proud!) A Lesson Carved in Stone (I really loved playing with Fili's POV) The Different Shades of Bilbo's Love (the SYMBOLISM I USED!!) Ambassador to Madness (even though its a WIP)

Tagging: @lucigoo @conkers-thecosy @domesticgoddesswriter @fantasyinallforms @lordoftherazzles and @thotinshield and of course if I missed you, please do it and tag me so I can see your answers! 😍

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