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Daughter Moments

Request: Hello! I’ve read your imagines they are sooo good! I was wondering if I can request a Kili x daughter reader? The ploy can be anything you want but the reader has to be kilis daughter pls? Thankyou!!❤️

Requested by @imagines4everyone

A/N: First of all, thank you so much!! I hope you will like it!

Then also...The ending is my favourite.

Triggers: mentions of injuries, scars, angst, feels (if there's any more, let me know please!)

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain @imagines4everyone

Kili took a deep breath, as he looked over Dale. The town was beautiful, and he was lucky to be able to look at it during sunrise, every day, before he had to get back to his duties.

He felt the soft wind, running through his hair, and sun glittered in his deep brown eyes. He thought of his wife and daughter, and his mouth had soft dreamy smile in second.

When Kili came back to their shared chambers, he noticed Tauriel, gently stroking their ten months old Y/N's cheek.

"How are my two beautiful girls?" He chuckled, and his eyes were soft, as he looked down at his daughter and wife.

"Papa!" Y/N suddenly let out, and Tauriel and Kili looked at each other in shock and surprise. Their daughter just said her first word!

"You did it, Y/N! You did it!" Kili cried out, and started dancing across the room with his daughter in his arms. You giggled, and Tauriel watched the moment with tears in her eyes.

Five years later

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?" You frowned, when you noticed your father.

Kili was trying to make a surprise for Tauriel - his wife's birthday was a very special day to him, as well as your birthday - and this year, as any other, it was something sweet. Last year he made her a pair of twin daggers and got all her favourite sweets from bakeries around Dale.

This year, he decided to bake a cake.

Needless to say, it was very funny.

To watch, obviously.

You sat up on the chair, and Kili put his hands on his hips. You looked into the bowl, and giggled. You tasted a bit of it, and frowned.

"Uncle Fili said you can't bake, daddy." You shook your head. Kili nervously looked at you.

"What did uncle Fili say?" You looked at your dad, and decided to tell him everything.

"Well, Uncle Fili said you cannot bake, and that you only eat in the kitchen, and he was right," you said. Kili looked at the light-coloured dough.

"It is salty," you said, and Kili's eyes widened. He slapped his forehead.

"I really switched sugar and salt," Kili sat down to the table, and put his chin on his hands. You wanted to say something, but you noticed his eyes were filling with tears. You jumped off of the chair, and walked to him.

"Why are you crying, daddy?"

"I'm not crying," he said, and got up.

"Can I help you?" You gave him your best puppy-eye look, and Kili sighed.

You just had to get this from him.

"Okay."

When you finally finished the cake, the sun was rising, but you and Kili fell asleep, sitting by the table.

The finished cake was, however, worth it.

Twelve years later

"What did you say?" Kili frowned at you. You shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kili's usually kind brown eyes had a spark of anger in them.

"That I don't care about you."

"Oh, this. Well, because it's true! You literally make any guy run away from me, and then you make me stay inside! How am I supposed to get to know at least one?"

"You have still enough time for boys." Your father shook his head, as if he tried to get out the idea of dating out as quickly as he could.

"Fine. But if anyone asks, it's your fault," you said half-upset, half-joking.

You almost opened the door, when you heard your father speak.

"You know I want you to have someone who truly loves you," you turned around.

"I...I, um..." Kili deeply sighed. He felt a bit of guilt about the misunderstanding.

"Sit down, please." You did as he said, and he gently took your hands to his.

"When I met your mother, I knew she was...the One. My One. I fell for her even more, when we talked for the first time. And a few years later, there was also you. I was holding you after you were born, and I promised I will make sure you will have the same kind of love, the person you will roll your eyes at, but know you wouldn't want them any other way."

"Dad, I-"

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you and want the best for you, but...the problem is, that in my eyes, nobody is good enough for you. I know you think it's the other way, but, it isn't. At least to me." You felt tears in your eyes.

"What do you think...mom would say?" You quietly whispered, as you felt tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath, probably to try to stop tears, too.

"Your mother would...secretly agree with me, but let you...let you go on an adventure, as long as you promise you are safe." Kili blinked to stop a tear, and sadly chuckled.

"You never know who you meet on an adventure."

You took his hands into yours, and gave him sad smile.

"She is alive. Trying to find her way back, from the orcs. Mom is a fighter."

"I believe too," he said, and looked outside. The sun slid across his face, and made his eyes spark, and showed you the way they used to shine when your mother was still there.

It's been a few months since you and your father talked, and you were on a ride from Hobbition. You liked to visit Bilbo and Frodo, and, as always, told each other news. When you almost got to Rivendell, you noticed someone lying down - with red hair. You stopped your horse, and jumped off of it.

You felt a rush of shock, when you realized who it was. She was full of cuts, but breathing.

You got to Rivendell safely, and when Lindir saw you, you let out just a whisper.

"Help her,"

You had no idea how did you end up in the working space of lord Elrond.

But, having soft blanket over your shoulders and sipping warm tea, after the shock, you wouldn't complain.

"Can I see her?" You whispered. Lord Elrond talked to a healer, and both of them looked at you.

"Your mother is asleep now," the healer carefully said. You nodded.

"Is she-"

"She is alive. We cleaned her injuries, and luckily, they were not even infected yet. You found her just in the right moment." You let out a breath. It felt like a huge weight fell off of your shoulders.

"Get some rest, princess Y/N. It will be good." The healer said, and helped you to get to other chambers, you guessed for guests. You laid down to bed, and fell asleep. You didn't even notice the healer turned around in the door, and slightly bowed, before he walked away.

You woke up into bright sunlight. You realized it was afternoon, and when you properly woke up, you found out you slept almost whole day and night.

When you took a bath and changed into light dress, you decided to go ask healer how was your mother doing.

You carefully knocked on the door. Someone slowly opened the door, and you realized it was the healer you already knew. After a short talk, he told you to get some rest. You decided to listen to him.

You didn't expect to fall asleep next to the bushes of lavender in Rivendell gardens, but the sweet, calming scent was strong.

You woke up with slight headache, and sat aside from the plants. You watched the sunset, and yawned. You also realized you haven't eaten whole day, and looked around for some fruit. You got up, and soon you found a few servants, who were actually looking for you, and as they mentioned dinner, you had no more questions.

At the dinner, you noticed the male healer you met earlier. You blushed when he noticed you looking at him, but he didn't do anything. Later, he catched your eyes again, and send you a tiny smile. You felt yourself smile as well.

After the dinner, Lindir walked you to your chambers. You took a bath, and when you got dressed, you opened your window and put a pillow and a blanket on the floor, to continue watching the sunset, and look at the stars. The sky was bright, and the fresh air made you feel lot better.

You got back to bed, but left the window open.

Your felt familiar smell, as you woke up. For a moment, you were five again, in your chambers in Erebor, and it was your birthday. Only other thing was the itchy feeling on your arms and legs.

Damn mosquitos.

"Mum?"

"I didn't mean to wake you, wildflower," you gasped and sat up, wide awake.

It was really her. Your mother, her red hair shining in the morning sun, looking at you.

Her face was full of cuts,which were in process of healing, and fading scars. Her hair was literally chopped off, now down to her chin.

Her green eyes were, however, full of motherly love. Just as you always knew them.

"This-this is a dream!" You let out a cry. She hug you tightly, and let out a cry too.

"I'm so glad you're safe..."

"What happened to you?" You whispered, as your arms tightened around her, afraid of it being just a dream.

"The orcs prisoned me, I tried to escape, but I was weak and didn't have any weapons. This time, I was finally lucky," she whispered, as she brushed your hair by her fingers.

"I'm here, Y/N. I promise it isn't a dream. I was fighting to run away every single day, and nothing could keep me away from you anymore."

Later that day, you sat down, to write a letter to Erebor.

Dear father,

I had to stay in Rivendell for longer, but, as you will find out - it was worth it...

Two years later

"Kili," Tauriel frowned at her husband. Kili looked at his wife with raised eyebrow.

"It's a boy, Tauriel!"

"And?"

"She's my little girl! She was born like...yesterday," Kili wiped off a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well, our little girl is having a lovely partner. You will like him." Kili's eyes widened, and Tauriel tried not to laugh.

"You already met him? And didn't tell me?!"

"Well..." Tauriel would roll her eyes. Her husband was literally freaking out.

She didn't have the heart to tell him the reason you went to Rivendell or Mirkwood was because of your love, not because of political...anything.

Before she answered, you walked in, nervously smiling at both of them.

"I have, um...someone I want to introduce to you," you said. Your mother nodded at you with smile, and you sighed and patted your father's shoulder.

"It's fine, dad." You opened the door, and 'the elven healer from Rivendell', as you knew him two years ago, walked in.

"Mum, dad...this is, um, my boyfr-"

"Nice to meet you," Tauriel said, but looked at her husband by the corner of her eye.

"So...you are the elf my daughter is courting," Kili said, and you looked at your boyfriend. Him and your father were watching each other, and you gently took your lover's hand into yours, worried they might start fighting. Until...

They both broke a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Prince Kili. Y/N has told me a lot of good things about you."

"Y/N, would you come and prepare some tea with me?" Your mother asked you, and you both got out of the room.

You listened their conversation, talking about your meeting, and, your dad's, and your lover's, favourite - archery.

"I can't believe it!" You said, whispering.

"I know," your mother tried to hold in laugh.

"They literally-"

"Yes. Seems like they go along well."

"Now my dad will spend more time with my lover than I do," you pretend to be dramatic, but secretly you thought if it wouldn't be better if they didn't like each other.

You walked back in the room, with cups with steaming tea.

"Don't worry. Both of them know who are the best archers in the family," Your mother gave you a smile, and you proudly nodded, as you placed the cups down on table.

"That's not true, I always let you win!" They said at the same time, and you and your mother shared a look.

Later that day, you were with your father in the gardens. He was enjoying the quiet evening, and you were reading.

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"You know...you said, about boys...that nobody would be good enough for me. In your eyes."

"Yeah." He nodded, and turned towards you.

"So, um...what do you think, now when you met my boyfriend?" You nervously waited for his answer.

"I think...I would never expect to say this, but...I approve him." You let out a laugh.

"Just because you're both good at archery?" He rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to say he seems to be very nice, but that too. We gotta keep the skill in family, don't we?" You shook your head and snorted with laugh.

"As well as recognizing elf men and elf maids." You started laughing when you noticed your father's wide eyes and flushed cheeks under his beard.

"Who told you that story?"

"Well...Uncle Fili has told me many interesting stories from your adventures," you said. Your father quickly stood up.

"Uncle Fili will quickly be reminded of what does it feels like to have younger brother," Your father muttered, as he walked inside the castle.

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goldrun · 4 years

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An unexpected inquiry: foolish notion

Read part 1 here

A/N: Hey guys! It took me more than three weeks to write this part, mainly because I wasn’t feeling it at all. But when I started writing, a lot of ideas popped up in my head and it came naturally (mostly). So I hope you’ll enjoy this part!!

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Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word count: 3484

It was almost 8 o'clock. You were in the flower shop back in the stockroom pretending to count the number of daffodils for the day after.

You couldn't set your mind to it. You still weren't able to fathom what happened yesterday. A prince asked you to court you. You. And you refused. Well, not quite, you sort of decided to give him a chance. It also felt kind of foolish. When you meet your One you just know it, and he definitely didn't felt like yours. And this kind of connection was more important to you than marrying some prince. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt 'something', even though you declared it as negligible. Any other young dam would've said yes immediately. But you weren’t any other dam.

The dress you were wearing was a simple one, made of a periwinkle colored smooth silk and reached above your ankles. The sleeves came just over your elbows and they had lace hanging on the ends. The corset with lilac colored flowers sewn upon it was laced at the backside, just a small wink to your job. It wasn't overdone, and you felt beautiful. You even felt like you put a little too much effort for someone you didn't even care about, you chuckled to yourself, who are you kidding, of course you cared. Even felt nervous. Your (H/C) hair was partly braided on the front, with the rest of your hair hanging loose. Alava braided it. All decorated with small golden beads you inherited from your father and mother, as well as the dress you were wearing. It was worn by your mother and her mother before her. Your family wasn’t wealthy and with you being the only one left, this was the way you could honor them every time you had a special occasion. Wait, was this a special occasion? You shook your head and tried not to think about it too much.

Back in the stockroom you counted about sixty daffodils but you weren’t sure of the number, since you started counting again for about three or four times.

Suddenly the doorbell jangled and you heard footsteps on the wooden oak floor. Your heart skipped a beat. “Y/N?” You heard a male voice calling. You sighed in relief, it wasn’t a stupid joke between him and his brother, a thought that slipped through your head at night. Sharing one last glance in the small hand mirror you kept in a drawer for when you ever needed it, never expecting that it would ever be needed for a situation like this. Your legs almost forgot how to walk when you made your way to the main room of the shop, and you took a deep breath before entering.

There he stood. All handsome and neatly dressed. You looked directly into his blue eyes.

“Hi.” You gasped, feeling as if your feet weren't even touching the ground.

A smile appeared on his lips as he approached you closer. Oh no, that dimple again, you thought.

“Hi.” He marvelled as he took you in. "You look beautiful.” He said with hushed tone.

You smiled timidly. "You’re very kind, thank you.” You brushed your dress.

The two of you staring at each other for a moment. None of you really knowing what to say.

He wore a brown leather coat with beige colored fur on the fronts. A belt in the same color as his coat with golden buckles closed it all together.

“You look handsome, Prince Fili.” You broke the silence, instantly regretting what you said. Was it even appropriate?

He blushed a little. “Thank you.” He smiled. “And please, just call me Fili.” He shrugged

You beamed. “Very well, Fili.”

"I-I brought you a gift." He stammered and reached with his hand somewhere in his coat. He handed you a small black box and when you opened it your mouth fell open. It was a small brooch and recognized it as a lily. The flower was white and covered it in small crystals and fit right in the palm of your hand. "Thank you, it's beautiful but i can't accept this." Still mesmerized by the gesture.

Fili was determined. "No, it's a gift, from me to you."

“I don’t know what to say...Again, thank you.” You stammered. You pinned the brooch down on your chest.

“It looks good on you.” Fili approved.

You gushed. “It’s beautiful, I love it.”

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked with a curious tone.

“I’m taking you to a small tavern called ‘The Joyful Goat’ which is a short walk from here.” He grinned.

“A tavern?” You asked hesitantly. It didn’t sound quite pleasing to your ears.

“Don’t worry, it’s a very neat one.” He assured.

The two of you walked towards the tavern. Chit-chatting along the way. You told him about your family, and how the flower shop was owned by your grandparents. He told about his family as well, and his life in the royal halls, which you were interested to hear about.

When you reached the tavern you noticed a sign with a goat on it.

“Here it is!” He praised as he pulled the door and let you in first.

It was rather a tiny tavern, but just as he said, it was very neat. A friendly old dwarf greeted you and he seemed to know your companion.

Fili hugged the dwarf. “Hoìn! How are you?” Fili asked enthusiastically.

“Prince Fili.” He said loudly. “Nice to see you around! How is your mother?” Hoìn wondered. “She’s doing well, she said to send you her regards.” Fili said sincere.

“That’s good to hear.” Hoìn said. “And please send her our greetings.”

“I will!” Fili said. “Do you have a table for two?” He questioned.

“Excuse me, I was wandering off, please follow me!” As he gestured to follow him.

You sat down at the dark brown mahogany table, at the opposite of Fili. You took a quick look around, a fire was crackling and a few dwarfs sat at the bar. You enjoyed the ambiance as your eyes turned back onto your company. Fili even looked even more good-looking in this warm scenery. You noticed his warm blond hair and his braided moustache in the same hue. You tried to study his face as unnoticable as possible but you were ripped out of your thoughts abruptly.

“Myla!” Hoìn yelled as an older female dwarf appeared, supposedly his wife. “Can you give these two lovebirds our best wine and special stew?”

“Of course!” She said lighthearted.

“Oh but we’re not together.” You blurted and your eyes turned big.

“Yet.” Fili said mischievously.

You rolled your eyes at him, Mahal, what were you getting yourself into?

“Very well then!” He reported and he rushed off.

You sat down and the burning question in your head was trying to get out.

“Can I ask you something?” You interrogated.

“Of course.”

“Do you know about the rumors that are being told about you and your brother?”

“I assume you mean the wretched ones, so yes, I do know about them.”

“Are they true?” You squinted your eyes.

Fili shook his head. “I promise you, it’s not true."

You sighed in relief but not fully convinced. "I have no idea how these stories came into the world." He continued. "Kili was the most reckless one of us two, and I can’t say I’ve never done anything that Mahal wouldn’t approve of...” Fili admitted. “But I never woke up with a different girl in my bed every morning and I’m most definitely not seeing you as an easy catch.”

You smiled to yourself and looked down. “It would be surprising if you did.”

“Alright. Can I ask YOU question?” He queried while he gazed at you.

You leaned forward on the table. "Go for it.” you challenged him.

“Look, i'm not proud of the way how I approached you yesterday and I'm surprised you didn't ran away. You're definitely not feeling the same as i do, so, why waisting your time with me?”

"I'm going to be honest with you, i wanted to see who you really are. I thought you were different, nothing more than that." You confessed.

"Because of these stories?" He questioned as you nodded slowly.

"You said you thought I was different. So what do you think of me now?" Fili crook his brow and grinned.

"Let's not get ahead of yourself.” You raised your brows and leaned backwards.

“What a pleasant sight!” Hoìn marvelled when he walked by your table. “You two remind me just of his father and mother, they came here by a lot ya know.” You shared a short look with Fili. “Aye, this lad is a keeper!” He concluded with a big smile to you as he walked away to another table. You could do nothing but laugh, and felt a flutter in your chest and you noticed Fili's cheeks colored red.

“So you are more than familiar with this place.” You hinted.

“My father used to take my mother here when he was still alive.” Fili recalled. "So to me, this has been always a special place. Kili and I come here by a lot.”

“That’s such a sweet story.” You sympathized.

“Next time you should meet my brother, you would love him. If there’s going to be a next time of course.”

“I would love to meet him. And we shall see about that next time.” You teased. Fili chuckled.

Myla walked by with the wine and stew and placed it in front of you."Here you go dears!" She said sweetly.

“Thank you!” You both said in unison.

You both were enjoying the meal. Sharing a laugh and anecdotes about one another.

When you both were done you thanked Hoìn and Myla and left ‘The Joyful Goat’.

Fili suggested to walk you home, which you tried to refuse kindly. But Fili insisted.

You arrived at your home which had three steps in front of the front door, and while you stood on the highest step, Fili stood on the ground. You found your key and put it in the lock as you turned around to face him.

"Well, surprisingly you are not that terrible as I thought you'd be." You joked which he answered with a chuckle. "I had fun, and thank you for taking me out." You acknowledged.

"You really speak your mind don't you?" Fili laughed. "But, I had fun too."

You chortled softly. "Goodnight Fili". Shared one last glance and turned around to step inside your house.

“Wait!" Your head turned around from the sound of his voice. "When can I see you again?” He asked with a questioning gaze, and your heart melted a little.

“Well, let’s see about that.” You winked and closed the door behind you. Fili stood there for Mahal knows how long, maybe hours, debating if this was a yes or a no.

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It’s been a few days since you last saw Fili. You really let him baffled, not giving him any closure. You told Alava about it, and she couldn’t believe you let him go.

Today you were busy helping a client who wanted a bouquet of roses and white lilies when you saw a familiar face entering your shop.

You looked up at him, smiling as if you knew he was up to something. The client gave you your coins and stepped away to leave the shop which was almost empty now.

“So, here we meet again.” You tittered, trying not to seem too eager while bundling a bunch of red lilies with a white ribbon.

“Yes, indeed we do.” He smirked he said as he walked towards you. “And you’re not alone I see.” You noticed as you looked curiously behind him.

“Yes, Y/N, this is my brother Kili.” You immediately recognized him as he stepped closer to you. “Nice to meet you Y/N!” He said as you shook his hand. “Likewise Kili!” Sure he was handsome just like his brother, but with a much more darker complexion. You never got the chance to study his face from up close. This was the cheeky one.

“So, this is the girl that you’ve been talking about!” Kili said amused." You chortled, "I hope i am!"

“I always wanted to meet the person who rejected my brother!” Kili joked. Fili punched him on the back and you could only laugh at the brotherly chemistry.

“Oh I did not exactly reject him.” You folded your arms and looked at the two brothers. “I just kept things open.”

“And can you close it now?” Fili said amused.

“I’m not closing anything right now.” You provoked.

"Oh Fee." Kili said. "I hate to break this intimate moment but we have to go now, you know how Dwalin thinks about being late for sparring time."

"Yes of course, let's go. Y/N I'll see you around, I hope." Sharing one last gaze with you and the two brothers walked towards te front door. Your eyes crinkled. “I hope so too.” Just before Fili closed the door he looked at you one last time, while you pretended no to see him. Trying to keep yourself occupied with the next bundle of lillies you could not resist to peek when he closed the door behind him.

Months have gone by, and Fili visited you almost every day. You even found yourself in the royal halls at times, and you were mesmerized every time you entered. Talking and blabbering about everything. Every time you saw him you became more and more fond of him. You could say he really was your friend, as well as Kili. Fili seemed to have let go of the whole 'One' thing and accepted the fact that you would never be a couple. That still didn’t mean he wasn't into you, sometimes annoyed by his ambiguous comments.

Today you were sitting in an open field with Kili. A place you visited ever since you were little. While sitting underneath a big oak tree you felt a warm breeze running over your skin.

“Where’s Fili?” You wondered.

“He had some important business to do with our Uncle, heir stuff probably.” Kili answered.

“Y/N I was wondering, how exactly did you meet Fili?” Kili wondered while he was lying down next to you, chewing on a piece of grass.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait, hasn’t he told you about it?” You mouthed.

Kili placed his arms underneath his head. “He didn’t tell me much about it, just that you two bumped into each other on the street.”

“What! He really told you that?” You chanted and sat right up.

“What happened then?” Kili asked, leaning on his elbows.

“Well, I was working in my shop just like every other day and suddenly he stood right in front of me asking me to court him!” You uttered.

Kili’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking right?” You shook your head while chuckling and he bursted out in laughter. The loudest you’ve ever heard. Tears welled up in his eyes. You could do nothing but join the laughter.

“Even I would never do something like that!” He exclaimed while drying his eyes. Kili couldn’t stop laughing. "Oh Mahal, so this idiot really likes you."

"So it appears." You nodded. “But I’m glad I went out with him even though the feelings weren’t exactly mutual, because now I have two amazing friends.”

“Yes I’m glad you did.” Kili confirmed, and you two lay down again, staring at the sun.

"Kee?"

"Mhmm?"

"About what I just told you, please don't let it go hard on him."

"Don't worry about it." Kili grinned. "I will."

You slapped him on his chest as your laughter followed.

“What’s so funny?” You heard footsteps on the tall grass, you recognized the voice in an instant when the person sat down next to you.

“Oh nothing Fee.” Kili tried to say trying to hold in his laughter. “Just thought about that time when you asked Y/N to court you when you never even met her once!” Kili joked and Fili’s cheeks turned crimson.

“I’m sorry Fee, I had to tell him.” You tittered.

“Alright alright, that happened ages ago!” Fili tried to brush it off.

The three of you lay down again, with Fili in the middle.

“So where have you been all day?” You asked curiously while you lay on your side, leaning your head on your hand.

“Yeah what have you been doing?” Kili repeated as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Fili looked at you, squinting his eyes from the sun. “Why so nosey?”

You shrugged. You knew why.

“Well, since Thorin complained about me not having a wife yet, he set up a meeting with a princess, a human nonetheless.”

“And? How did it go?” You spoke slightly bitter. You didn’t even notice the jealous tendency in your chest.

“Thorin was enthusiastic, but only for the sake of the Blue Mountains, not for love. She was beautiful, intelligent and thoughtful.” He said while staring at the sky. The envious sting in your chest became more painful.

“But?” You questioned and raised a brow.

“She wasn’t you.” He answered, gazing into your eyes. You smiled tender.

You didn’t really know where to look while trying to think of something witty to say, but nothing came to your mind.

“I honestly don’t understand why you two are not together.” Kili interrupted, you almost forget he was there too.

You both sighed, staring to the blue sky. "Excuse me, I have to go." Fili said as he stood up and walked away on the grass towards his pony. "Fee! Where are you going?" Kili yelled but Fili didn't answer. He jumped on his pony and rode away as you both watched him from afar.

That night you were laying in bed and you couldn't sleep. Your mind were like one giant cobweb of thoughts. Was he angry with you? The thought of him being with someone else terrified you. He was the only one who ever understood your sarcasm. You also thought about that time when he helped a kid when he fell down and scraped his knee. Or that time when you walked upon him shirtless when you visited him in the forges last week.

Or how is moustache moves when he speaks. And that dimple. Suddenly you loved everything about him and every little thing he did seemed more and more attractive.

In an instant you sat right up in your bed. And one main thought shot through your head. You loved him. "I love him." You repeated but speaking out loud this time. "I must tell him now."

So you kicked away your sheets, put on your easiest shoes put on your olive green cloak, threw open your front door. And there Fili stood, with his fist in the air from an attempt to knock. Was he feeling something too or was this a coincidence?

"I love you Fili." You grabbed his face and gazed in his eyes. "I already have from the start but I was too blind to see it." You gently intoned.

You gave him no chance to answer as you placed your lips on his. He answered your kiss and buried his hands in your hair.

You pulled back and placed your forehead to his.

“You are my One, you’ve always been.” You confessed. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip.

“I love you too Y/N.” He told you. “So would this be an appropriate time for me to ask to put a courting braid in your hair?”

You chuckled. “Yes, you may now.” You nodded as you bit your lower lip. “Come inside.” You said softly.

He followed you inside and closed the door behind him. Standing in your small living room, smiling as you turned around with your back towards him. He fiddled with your hair as he put a small bead at the end of the braid. You turned around to face him again and placed your arms around his neck as he put his arms around your middle.

“For someone who always knows what she wants, you were pretty oblivious." Fili spoke with a soft voice. "When did you realize?" He questioned.

"Five minutes ago." You laughed. He looked approving."Well, I'm glad you did."

"Let's go tell my uncle." He hummed.

You giggled. "It's past midnight."

"Wait, let's tell him tommorow." Fili agreed.

"I hope he won't kill you."

"He won't." He said with a smirk as he kissed you once more.

#filixreader #fili x reader #fili x you #kilixreader #kili x reader #imaginexhobbit #lotr #the hobbit #thorin x you #fanfic #drabble #fanfiction

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socheckitout-mikey · 3 years

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hey! this isn't a request or anything but i was just kinda curiou; how did you get into all your interests? like did you see them in tv, a friend request them to you? as long as the question Isnt personal or something I'd love to know !! 💗💗

heya birdie! (': i love this question sm and i'm v happy to answer it! <3

i got into the hobbit in academy when i had this friend who was super into lotr and literally learnt how to write and speak the elven language??? it was v fun and wholesome! (': thorin, fili and kili are my favs and i can't watch BoTFA any more: i have only ever watched it one time! :'(

i got into twilight through that craze in the early 2000's and honestly, i cat fought a girl in my fifth grade class for the last new moon book lmaoo it was wild asf! i remember when i went to see the movie with my dad and younger brothers when it first came out: my dad and brothers fell asleep and i was the only one at the edge of my seat absolutely invested. i love twilight sm despite everyone in my life having enough of me talking about it dhdhdhdh also all of my wives are in this fandom, like leah, rosalie, kate, tanya, maria- the list is endless :-:

i got into the lost boys bc a friend i used to have introduced me to it and i was incredibly hooked after that! i watch that movie like 7 times a day lmaoo i love it sm! i also played it in the background a lot when i was studying bc gotta have that eye candy known as dwayne distracting me haha! also star is so beautiful wth am i meant to do now that i've seen her? :-:

teen wolf was something my younger brothers introduced me to when it first came out and i was so hooked immediately! i have to confess that i haven't gone through even half of the dread doctor season lmaoo i still gotta finish the show. the reason why was bc i spoiled it for myself by finding out brett talbot and lori dies, and since isaac didn't come back i was like "welp, there goes all my hope" dhdhdudhsyeueh but its a solid show and i'm obsessed still to this day! also really sad erica died bc she was my everything, boyd's death still to this day haunts me bc it wasn't right! also, cora never returned and she was my wife too :(

the outsiders was introduced to me in middle school in 8th grade when i lived in canada! i remember the day i walked into english class and my teacher said we'd be reading a new book. it changed my life lmaoooo! i really enjoyed the book and movie, johnny and dally have always been the characters i connected to the most, though dally's death is one that i struggle to read through without crying shsudhdhd i did end up passing my english class that year bc i wrote a whole ass extra chapter and then some (basically a fanfic) about sodapop meeting a new girl called roxanne, there was drama, romance, angst- i got 100% bc i was the only one who didn't do a dumb ass board game or whatever. i remember the whole class cheered for my introverted ass like ew!

some honourable mentions are:

diabolik lovers: got into this when one of my brothers was like, "yo let's watch this shit!" and guys, lemme tell you when i say that yuma mukami can get it-i mean that shit! man's needs to step on me! also shu, subaru, ayato.... who gave them the right?! also yui is so damn precious and i love her sm! (': also yuma is my only personality trait bc he's all i ever talk about irl dhdhdhd

haikyuu!: man, kuroo is something else lemme tell you that! i am also an avid supporter of daichi, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto... and many more. the peak comedy that comes from this show gets me every single damn time-and yes, the english dub be funny asf too don't come for me!

free!: guys sousuke is so beautiful and so is rin! nagisa is the cutest little thing i have ever seen in my entire life, he's so precious!

peaky blinders: yooo my brothers got me into this and i am deceased whenever i watch it! i'm not ready for it to end :( alfie solomons is hilarious as hell dhhddjd so sad about john tho :'(

the vampire diaries/the originals: okay, i read some of the books and they were dope! i watched most of the show and it was good! the originals tho- guys when the mikaelsons were introduced lemme just tell you how hyped i was! i love all of them dhdhd even finn grew on me eventually. but rebecca mikaelson has every right to punch me in the throat and i'd thank her! <333

sorry i kinda splurged there and reared my thirsty head but- can you blame me?! - mae

#mae.answers #ask #answered #anonymous #anon #safsgshehe #i'm so sorry i kinda turned into a hoe at some parts #guys yuma is my biggest problem #shdhdhdhd #okay imma shut up about him now #ty for letting me answer this birdie!

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A Career In Scolding Kings

A/N: this is kinda late, but I hope you all enjoy it all the same! I’d really appreciate it if you could leave a review or drop a reblog, but no pressure! Love you guys and Happy Fili Friday!!!

Summary: peace talks between Erebor and Mirkwood aren’t going well at all, and everyone is starting to lose their patience.

Rating: T

Translations: kurduwë - my heart amrâlimê - my love mizimelûh - jewel of all jewels

Taglist: @legolaslovely @strictlynofrills @floralfi @lorilane33 @polliwogboi

Masterlist Here!!!

Thranduil looks down his nose at the dwarven king. “If you recall, I have an army at your gates.”

“And if YOU recall,” Fili spits back, “I already gave you what payment you deserved. I consider myself a kinder and more levelheaded dwarf than my uncle was, but you are trying my patience.”

The queen reaches over the side of his throne and puts her hand in his. The young king turns to meet her eye, just briefly, and she shakes her head.

“Not very patient,” the Elvenking says, “if you need your halfling wife to hold you back and keep you from falling to the gold.”

The ‘halfling wife’ in question mumbles something, looking at her nails with a raised eyebrow. The dwarf king frowns at her. The elven one ignores her.

“I’m sure,” Fili says, “you’d also find it difficult to keep your patience if an opposing king were threatening your country with outright war. I might be above exacerbating these circumstances, but I’m not above asking you to leave my mountain.”

The Elvenking turns on his heel and storms out of the throne room, his hands empty. Fili slumps back in the throne. “Kili,” he says, “make sure they actually leave, won’t you?”

“They aren’t about to let Tauriel go home, are they,” the younger dwarf says sadly.

“It seems like it,” The king replies. “I’m sorry. I did my best.”

“’S not your fault,” Kili mumbles, following after the elves.

“Huh,” Cassia says, when they all have left, “I’ve half a mind to give that elf a piece of my mind! Coming into our home like that! It’s making peace talks all the harder!”

“Mmm,” Fili mumbles, “I’m sure you lecturing him like a child wouldn’t help, no matter how much he needs it.”

The hobbit crosses her arms grouchily. “I bet I could make a career out of scolding kings. I’d be good at it.”

Her husband nods absently, flipping through some papers, then frowns and looks up like he’d just remembered something. “Kurduwë,” he says, “what was that you mumbled when the elfking made a jibe about me and the goldsickness? You said something but I didn’t catch it.”

“Oh,” she blushes. “I said, 'at least he still has a wife’.”

“Cassia!”

“What?! I know it was a bit uncalled for, but I was mad! Besides, no one was meant to hear it!”

“Do you want to start another war? Mahal, lass, use your head!”

She crosses her arms. “We were all thinking it.”

“No, we weren’t! Do you always have to be so flippant? Don’t make jokes about those things.”

“He always ignores me but to insult me,” she snaps, “we can’t I insult back?”

“Because it’s STUPID, mizimelûh!”

“So? My role in this kingdom isn’t simply to make you babies and make sure you don’t go mad, which is what he and everyone else seems to think it is, so forgive me for being mildly upset!” She leaps up and storms off, but Fili doesn’t let her get far, grabbing her arm and spinning her back around.

She glares up at him, tears fighting to squeeze themselves out of her blue eyes. He sighs, all of his anger leaving him with the breath. “Don’t cry, amrâlimê,” he murmurs. She stomps her foot and covers her face with her hands.

“I’m not!” She sobs.

“Cassia,” he murmurs, pulling her into a hug.

“Do you think me stupid?” She asks.

“No, I don’t think you stupid,” he says comfortingly. “I think you impulsive and perhaps too fierce for you own good, but not stupid.”

“I’ll stay quiet next time,” she mumbles. “I don’t want to raise our baby in wartime.”

Fili places his hand on the gentle curve of her belly where their child has just begun their life. “Me neither, Cassia. But perhaps I overreacted.”

“You didn’t. I was wrong.”

He neither agrees nor disagrees, just hums softly and rubs her belly. “It upsets me just as much, the way so many of our Council speak down to you, as if the fact that you are not dwarrow makes your opinions and what you have to say invalid. It’s cruel and it hurts me, too. I suspect the Elvenking ignores you because something about you must remind him of his own wife. I’m sure he misses her very much, as I would miss you.”

“It’s been several centuries, though.”

“Time doesn’t heal all wounds, Cassia.”

“But it makes them easier to bear.” She pushes off from his chest to look up at him. “Don’t forget I have lost people, too.”

“I would never,” he says gently, wiping the tear tracks off her cheeks with his thumb. Her eyes and nose are still ruby red, as they always are after she cries. “But I know that were I to lose you, nothing in this world would seem quite right, and the sun would no longer shine for me, nor the birds sing, nor forge and flame ever bring me joy again. I can empathize with the elfking, even as he makes me angry.”

“Then you are a better person than me.”

“That is untrue,” he says. “You just pay more attention to your anger and let it out. I let it fester. That is not a good thing.”

“At least you don’t almost start wars.”

“You did not almost start a war, Cassia.”

“You certainly acted like I did.”

“I didn’t mean to. Truly. He just makes me so angry. I guess it bled over.”

“Did you see the way he looked down his nose at you?” She giggles, “when you asked him to lift the banishment on Tauriel?”

“I did. Oh, I hate that! It boils my blood! Like he’s thinking, 'my people were crafted by Eru Himself, while you lowly dwarves made from stone by a mere Vala’. You can tell he thinks of orcs and dwarves on around the same level, merely because his race is the firstborn, and we emerged later. If he knew anything of history, he would know Eru adopted us as His children, too.”

Cassia giggles.

“What?” Fili asks.

“Nothing, I just would very much enjoy the sight of you lecturing that pompous king on the intent of both Mahal and Eru.”

Fili bends down and kisses the tip of her nose. “I know you would enjoy that, but one of us has to keep our cool, and we both know it won’t be you and it definitely won’t be Kili.”

She laughs again. “Maybe it’ll hurry things up if I speak up,” she says.

“Let’s not test that,” her husband says.

She giggles again.

…

The next day turns out much the same, with Thranduil making rude jabs about the Durin Line’s penchant for goldsickness, and Fili struggling desperately to keep his patience. Cassia is slumped down in her own seat, struggling with morning sickness and wondering when this will all end, and on Fili’s other side, Kili is practically vibrating with the effort to keep his mouth shut.

“My uncle-” Fili starts.

“Your Uncle?” The elfking says derisively, “your uncle fell to the same sickness as his grandfather and father. He was weak.”

Kili makes an indignant noise in the back of his throat, and Fili, for all his Mahal-given patience, reaches his limit.

“At least he didn’t let his kingdom become infested with gigantic spiders!”

Cassia sits up straight in her seat, instantly forgetting her nausea. Kili snickers quietly, biting his lip to keep from full on cackling. He’ll be no help.

“Fili,” Balin starts.

“What was that?” Thranduil says.

“I said,” Fili replies, emboldened by his own indignation, “That at least he didn’t let his kingdom become infested with spiders.”

“But he led it to war.”

“I didn’t see you doing much to smooth that over, now did I? It takes two to start a war.”

The elfking opens his mouth for a cutting reply, but Cassia decides she’s had enough.

“Stop it!” She snaps, jumping to her feet. “I’ve had about enough of you two arguing!”

Fili shuts his mouth immediately. “Yes, ma'am,” he says.

“Is this what we’ve come to?” She snaps, stomping her foot, “arguing like children? If we can’t come to an agreement, then just shut your mouths!!!” She whirls on her husband and shakes her finger in his face. “Fili! I’m ashamed of you! You get bothered when I make comments no one hears, and then you turn around and do the same thing!”

“Sorry, kurduwë,” Fili says ashamedly. “That was wrong of me.”

“And Kili! Stop giggling and grow up! You’re acting like a dwarfling who just stole a cookie from the jar! Some advisor you are!”

Kili slides down in his chair beneath her scolding. “Sorry.”

“And you!” Cassia rounds on the elfking himself, all three feet and six inches of trembling fury. “Coming into our home to threaten us, as subtle as it may be, and speaking badly of the dead! Haven’t you done enough?”

“I—” Thranduil starts.

“I don’t want to hear it!” She snaps. “You all act like children!” She stomps her foot once more for good measure. “The only one in this room with some sense is Balin and no one’s even listening to him! You all should be ashamed! Ashamed!!! If I wanted to spend my time with a bunch of squabbling housewives I would have stayed in the Shire! Now! If you excuse me, I’m going to go be sick!”

She whirls on her heel and storms out.

“Why is she going to be sick?” Kili asks, “I didn’t think Thranduil’s voice was that nauseating.”

“It’s because of this baby your brother put inside me!” Cassia yells back. Fili’s ears immediately turn a brilliant shade of red as every pair of eyes in the room swivel to look at him.

The bedroom door opens with a creak of unoiled hinges, and Fili pauses halfway through to shake the door, looking up at the hinges. “Remind me to fix that,” he says absently.

Cassia, snuggled under the covers of their bed, grunts noncommittally.

Fili sighs, running a hand through his blond hair. “Mizimelûh,” he says, “are you still mad at me? Not that I don’t deserve it, of course.”

She looks up from her book. “Did you lot actually get anything done today after I left or was it merely more arguing?”

Fili sits down on the edge of the bed and starts to unbuckle his boots. “Well, you’ll be pleased to know that yes, we did come to something of an agreement.”

“What sort of agreement?”

“I agreed to give him some more of the treasure, and he agreed…” Fili pauses to pull off his boots, “…to help with the final stage of rebuilding Dale and return the items his people took from us when we were in his dungeons.”

“I wasn’t aware that was a point of contention,” she says.

“That was Kili’s idea, since the elfking still won’t lift the banishment on Tauriel. Thranduil reckons that since she disobeyed a direct order she still must be punished. I truly don’t understand the advantage of alienating one of his best warriors like that. Seems foolish.”

Cassia hums. “I agree. We could use her to infiltrate his kingdom if we really wanted to.”

Fili snorts at that. “Good idea. I’ll bring that up with her next time I see her. I’m sure it will go over swimmingly.”

She giggles. “At the very least, when she and Kili start having babies, imagine how useful very tall children would be in battle.”

“I never thought of that. The two of them better get busy. I have a need for very tall archers in my armies. Just in case.” Fili crawls over the bed and kisses Cassia and she responds happily. “Does that mean you forgive me?” he asks against her mouth.

“Yes.”

“Ah,” he says. “That’s good.” He rubs his hand over her belly. “Very good. You said yesterday you could make a career out of scolding kings, and I wholeheartedly agree.”

“Silly,” she giggles, “I’m a queen. It’s already my job!”

#fili x oc #my writing #cassia baggins #fili #kili #balin #thorin oakenshield #fili friday #thranduil

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theartofbeinganeldar · 4 years

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 5

Summary: After discovering that you were stuck in Middle-Earth, Thranduil summoned a council of powerful Elves and wizards to see what should be done with you, expressing his wishes of wanting you out of his kingdom. The council decides to send you with Legolas on an orc-hunting mission, and if the Elves of the company that he deems trustworthy-- one of them being his own wife-- say that you've proven yourself worthy of staying among the Mirkwood Elves, then you can stay. The problem is actually managing to succeed...

Chapter No.: Chapter 5

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color [lad/lass/y-o]= lad/laddie, lass/lassie, young one

Notes: I know I've been trying to keep this story gender-nuetral, but dwarves have a habit of referring to people (Even Gimli to Legolas, though he's a lot younger than our golden boy) as "lad/laddie" "lass/lassie." Or even "young one," I've heard Balin call Bilbo. So for this story, I'll just put [lad/lass/y-o] in parenthesese, and you can just hear whichever one you choose. :)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir LIVES, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC maybe Bilbo you won't know for awhile, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

The Elves stopped just outside the northern border of the Mirkwood, to the west, to wait for the dwarves. But apparently the little guys just didn't give a shit.

The whole group camped for three days, then three more days, and by the end of it, you were even growing impatient. It was mainly the younger Elves that shared your impatience, but Elves like Elvenqueen and Erestor and Haldir seemed to think that they had all the time in the world, la la fucking la...

Legolas seemed in-between, irritated at the dwarves for being so late but not really caring in the long run. You tried several times to approach him and apologize, but he always seemed to disappear at the most inconvenient times imaginable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity-- you were getting sick and tired of frolicking-- the sign of a camp on a distant ridge, a couple of days away, gave the Elves hope that the dwarves finally got their heads out of their asses and decided to show up. A couple of Elves seemed to puff some horses out of thin air, and galloped off to meet them.

"We get horses?!" You'd screeched, and wheeled on your friends-- Tauriel hadn't come, so Lindir, Elros, and pissy Blue-Eyes were the only actual friends here you had, even though all the other Elves were very nice to you. "Why the fuck didn't anybody tell me we got horses?!" You could've been riding to pass this time. Not that you knew how to ride a horse, but that wasn't the point.

Elros blinked at you in disbelief. "Those Elves awaited us on the border with horses enough for all. You have not seen them before?"

"No, dammit, or I would've been riding to pass the time!" You hadn't noticed them, because a certain Rivendell Elf had forced you to learn Elvish... You rounded on him. "Lindir! If you hadn't made me sit here and learn Elvish, I could've been riding!"

Lindir stared at you, then slowly raised an eyebrow challengingly. "You do not know how to ride, do you?"

You frowned. "That's not the point!"

Both Elros and Lindir chuckled amongst themselves. You huffed theatrically. "Fine, jackasses. I'm off to pet one of those sweet animals. You can teach me Elvish later."

Before either of them could stop you, you all but ran off, hoping not to slam into anybody or trip or cause something to fall that'd cause a huge mess. You were prone to all of them. And there were horses, enough for everybody there, and three very fat ponies that you almost started squealing over. Those, you guessed, were for the dwarves.

But one horse, out of all of them, caught your eye.

A sleek, gorgeous black, with a bright white star on his forehead. He was built for speed, like a racehorse, but he was sturdy, too. You looked for something to mark him as belonging to a certain Elf-- because you knew Elves loved horses, and that like all horse people, even look at their horse wrong and you make it on their kill list-- but they all seemed randomly selected out of somebody's stables, dressed in the same dark leather tack and saddlebags.

"Oooooh," You approached him quietly, and he nickered softly at you, his dark eyes scanning you and the Elves and the other horses warily. He seemed only recently tamed. "You, fine sir, are gorgeous."

"I beg your pardon?"

You promptly fell backward. Shit! Talking horses, too?! "What the fuck?!"

Legolas, with a smug smirk plastered onto his absurdly perfect face, sailed into existence from around a dapple gray mare. "Valar tell me you were talking to the horse."

"No, I can tell you I was talking to the horse," You sighed in relief, shaking your head as you stood. "But don't worry your platinum head, Goldie, all Elves are equally beautiful creatures."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, mellon."

You stroked the black's face gently. "No seriously though, he's beautiful. Does he have a name?"

Blue-Eyes didn't look up from brushing his mare's mane. "Most of the horses came from Rivendell and Rohan, which they bought on the journey. The rest came from the Woodland stables. I doubt you will find his name, if he has one."

You felt a little disappointed that you couldn't ask if you could have the horse. You'd always wanted one, but for... Personal reasons that had to do with your biological father, you never got one. "Well... I'll just refer to him as The Black, then."

Blue-Eyes turned around, and started inspecting his tack. "Hm... He seems to have come from our own stables." He stroked behind the stallion's ears, and the horse snuffed appreciatively.

"Legolas," You said quickly, realizing you should catch him when you have the chance. "I'm sorry for not telling you about me leaving if this didn't go well. It wasn't my choice; Thranduil wanted me to go with Elrond that day, but I asked if I could stay. He sent me on this mission to see if I was worthy enough to stay in his Palace of Fabulous. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but... I didn't think anyone would care if I left."

Blue-Eyes got a confused look. "Why... Why would you think that?"

You gave him a sad, lopsided smile. "No one has before."

Recognition, then regret, flashed across Blue-Eyes's face. "Oh, Sairen... I am truly sorry, mellon nin, I should not have been angry with you. I didn't realize... I should have, and I should not have been upset with you. I just... I do care if you leave, and, if I'm honest, I do not want you to go."

You patted his shoulder. "Just so long as you forgive me."

Blue-Eyes smiled at you. "Of course, mellon, if you can forgive me."

You grinned. "Forgiven." You nudged him with your shoulder. "I'm just glad we're friends again. I've never had so many people be nice to me, but only a handful of you I consider my friends."

"And who among us hold that honor?" He asked teasingly.

Oh shit... You'd seen movies where somebody's asked this question, and if the askee shows even the slightest bit of hesitation or interest in any of the friends, asker became pissed and/or jealous. Wait... Why do I care about that? You turned to him with a huge smile. "Well you and Tauriel, DUH, and then there's Lindir and Elros now. Just wait, I'll be friends with Haldir and Erestor too, and then your mom-- by the time I'm finished I'll even make your dad like me!"

Legolas chuckled. "I hope so, mellon."

"By the way," You said, and reached down to grab a handful of grass to give to the Black. "Lindir and Elros are trying-- and failing-- to teach me Elvish. I'm a horrible student, namely because I'm Elvish-challenged. Still, I'm learning, and I want you to teach me something very specific."

He looked confused. "What?"

You smiled. "Teach me the history of Middle-Earth! Everything you can! I can't read Elvish, but you can, and you know the stories pretty well, I'm guessing. So start with how the world began and continue on from there."

Legolas smiled. "Very well, Sairen." In one quick movement, he mounted his mare, then reached down for your hand. "Come. We will ride, and I will tell you all that I know."

You took his hand, feeling a spark from static you'd built up from petting the horse. He hefted you effortlessly up behind him, then urged his horse into a canter as you rode away from camp.

***

Needless to say, you fell off twice.

Once, you let go of Legolas for just a second as his mare jumped a small log, and whoops, there you go. After, still not learning your lesson, you let go of him while trotting beside a river and the horse's gait made you slide right off before you even realized what was happening.

Then you learned not to let go of Blue-Eyes, mostly because he laughed his Elvish ass off every time you fell, after making sure you were okay.

As for world history, it was all very confusing. There were like six different versions of somebody and a hundred different other guys shared the same name and places and descendants and confusing time periods and just ugh. That was one thing you remembered from Earth: Tolkien's works had always been confusing.

Long story short, though, there was a guy called Eru, or Illuvatar, and he created a bunch of friends through thought. These friends of his became the Valar, and Illuvatar created the whole universe-- Ea-- through more thought. Then he had all his friends-- fourteen of them-- sing, and they created the vision of Valinor, then Arda, and the mischief-maker was Melkor, brother of god-king Manwe.

Now, after a long bout of building and making and stuff they created Valinor and Tirion and Mandos and all that, and they created birds and beasts, but Melkor got jealous and tried to ruin it at every fucking turn. Seriously, the guy didn't give them a break.

Then, Aule, another Valar, who made a lot of shit, wanted to have a bunch of kids so created the little guys known as dwarves, and made them to be especially tough and hardy and stuff because they were supposed to be around during the time of Melkor. But, Illuvatar appeared in his living room one night and said "I think the fuck not my kids come first" which made Aule reeeaaaaaallly upset, so he tried to kill the dwarves (Supreme parenting 2.0!), but then Illuvatar said "wait idiot they can still live" so Aule put them in stasis-mode for like several million years, until somebody "accidentally" unleashed some new Elves into Middle-Earth-- which had no moon or sun.

So duh Orome shows up, says "hi" and everybody runs for their lives except for a few brave souls, who round everybody back up. So three particular Elves, Finwe, Lenwe, and Ingwe, who you're pretty sure were brothers, went to Valinor with Orome to see if it was suitable for Elves-- and it was pretty much Elven paradise, or Vegas or something.

THUS CAME THE FIRST SUNDERING OF THE ELVES, or, that's how dramatically Leggy told it; the Teleri came to rest on the shores of Aman instead of going still further (Who earlier had split further and some became the Sindar, who had stayed in Beleriand, and the Silvan Elves, who'd stayed in the forests of Beleriand or something, of which Blue-Eyes was the first.), the Nandor who got scared of mountains and refused to go further, and the Noldor, who came all the way to Valinor.

Once actually in Aman, the Elves loved it there. They were in paradise. Water. Books. Flowers. Sparkles. Everything an Elf dreamed of. They built a city on a huge hill called Tirion upon Tuna (No you refrained from laughing.), made of silver and gold and more sparkles, and there was lots of peace, until Melkor was finally caught and chained.

Peace, lots of peace, boring shit, more peace, then BAM, the idiot Valar let the bastard go, like dumbasses. Melkor hadn't changed of course, no one does. He started rumors like some crazy gossiper and started up a whole bunch of shit. At that time, this guy called Feanor was around. He was like, the Elf of Elves, but he had some breathtaking anger management issues because after his mom died, his dad waited like a couple thousand years then got married again, and he definitely did not like his stepmom.

Or his two half-brothers.

They were pretty cool guys, Fingolfin and Finarfin, and each brother had like a dozen kids each, one of Finarfin's, get this, was Galadriel. One of Thingol's kin? Celeborn. Elrond? Yeah, he's the grandson of Beren and Luthien, the son of Earendil, raised by Maglor, related to Turin, and his grandparents were Tuor and Idril, the latter of which was the daughter of Turgon, who was the son of Fingolfin, who was the brother of Feanor, so yeah.

Holy fucking shit. Their god stories were kinda hard not to believe when people still existed who could vouch for them.

So this Feanor guy created a trio of sparklies beyond all sparklies, called, the Silmarils. He got a mild case of dragonsickness, boasting and hoarding and showing off and gloating, but Melkor made him think his brothers were trying to steal his sparkles, which, fuck no, how dare they, and he made his brothers think that Feanor was trying to usurp their father Finwe's throne.

Damn that guy knew how to stir up some shit.

One of Melkor's chief servants? Sauron, the Dark Lord, previously known as Sauron the Sparkly Maiar Who Wouldn't Hurt A Butterfly. Balrogs? Yup, Melkor made them, too.

Basically, Feanor started a revolution against the Valar and Melkor, who he called Morgoth, because Melkor was just too pretty of a name for such a bad guy, who stole every single light with the help of a hideously large spider called Ungoliant, killed Finwe, then took the Silmarils.

Feanor was piiiiiiissed.

So the Noldor left Tirion, killed some guys that tried to reason with them that turned out to be Elves, the Teleri, got cursed by Mandos, then Feanor, his sons, and a couple hundred who he knew didn't question him set off on stolen boats and burned them when they reached shore, leaving everybody else-- Galadriel included-- to walk the fucking Helcaraxe, a snowy strait wasteland, to get to Beleriand, which was filled with sparkling twinkle-toes Elves and much-less-serious dwarves-- who were friends.

There was also a good portion of the story dedicated to Turin, Beren and Luthien, and the couple known as Maedhros and Fingon, who you instantly adored: Maedhros, chained to a jagged cliffside for who-knows-how-long, and Fingon, who wanted so badly to save him, and eventually carried up to the cliffside by an eagle; he had to cut off Maedhros's hand, but the story was so heartfelt you were still internally squealing about it.

Yeah so that happened, and then a bunch of war and slaying and something about a Fall of Gondolin and the Children of Hurin and Beren and Luthien leading up to a whole lot of human-caused shit with Numenor, and then Illuvatar blew everything up and restarted, essentially. Toward the end of the second age, Sauron (The fucker had somehow lived through all that evil-cleansing shit.), in the form of a fancy-prancy Elf named Annatar, suggested the making of the Rings of Power. Three, a smart guy who hadn't fallen for any of Annatar's shit, Celebrimbor, hid for the Elves, while Sauron/Annator helped forge the rest in order to control them, making one ring, above all.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for mortal men doomed to die,

And one for the Dark Lord on his Dark Throne,

In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie,

One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,

In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

That was totally cool and stuff, and a handful of well-known Elves-- Gil-Galad, Glorfindel (Who'd uh, previously died due to a balrog trying to touch his hair.), Elrond-- and you're betting Galadriel, Celeborn, and Thranduil-- plus a bunch of well-known humans, lead by Isildur's dad, Elendil, and probably some dwarves, all came together with their armies and formed the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, totally discounting every dwarf that was there.

The nine kings who'd been given rings? Yeah, those were cursed, and because Men are greedy, they became shadows of their former selves, black-clad servants of Sauron, known as the Ringwraiths-- or, even cooler, Nazgul.

So there was a huge battle. Gil-Galad fell. Isildur's dad fell. Isildur cut off the One Ring from Sauron's hand, Sauron faded away, and Elrond took Isildur into Mount Doom to destroy the Ring. But he was weak, and was seduced by its power, and Elrond just stood there screaming his name apparently.

So there'd been roughly a couple thousand years of peace, and nobody knew where the Ring was. You doubted it was anywhere safe or secure, and much less that Sauron was actually dead.

Also, the Elves were fading. That scared you.

"What?! Great, I got sucked into a world where I'm just gonna die!"

Legolas laughed. "No, mellon nin, we are fading. Not dying. We just long for home, and our kind is slowly leaving Middle-Earth. This world becomes gray to us after so long of living here. We go across the sea, to the Undying Lands of Aman and Valinor."

"Okay," You leaned around him to see his face. "What is it with you Elves and the sea?! What's so important about it, if even you've never seen it yourself?! I certainly haven't seen any kind of ocean or sea."

Blue-Eyes smiled at you. "The first sound ever heard by the Elves was flowing water. It calls us home, in a way. It is said by my people that in water there yet lives the echo of the Music of the Ainur that first created this world."

"Huh," You said, tilting your head. "Guess that does make it really interesting..."

The sound of another pair of hoofbeats, coming up from behind, nearly made you fall off of the horse again. "Orcs?!"

Blue-Eyes grinned smugly. "Orcs do not ride horses, Sairen."

"Duh. I knew that. Fuck you."

"I'd rather you not without my consent."

"That's not always what it means!" You hid your blush by moving so your head was behind his back. Damn Elves...

It was Erestor, riding a gorgeous flaxen stallion. "Legolas, Elvenqueen calls upon the company of [Y/N]."

Nervously, you peered around Blue-Eyes's side. "Is that bad?"

Legolas spurred his own mare into a canter as he followed after Erestor. "Not in the least, mellon."

When you returned to camp, Erestor and Legolas took care of the horses, while they sent you on ahead-- by yourself, to a scary yet badass Elvenqueen you might glare you out of existence if you breathed wrong, like the wonderful friends they were-- to the Elvenqueen.

She sat by one of the center campfires, surrounded by a drove of Elves eagerly listening to whatever she was saying. Even in the firelight, she looked really young, but really regal and noble and even though she didn't have a wrinkle on her body you could tell she'd been around for eons.

All went silent when you approached. Nervously, you bowed. "Y-you wished to see me, your majesty?"

"Yes," She said, and waved to a place on a log across from her. "Sit."

You weren't terrified or anything. Just 'cause she decided not to skin you alive a couple days ago didn't mean she couldn't change her mind. You caught a glimpse of Elros in the crowd, and he gave you a reassuring nod: Don't worry, you won't die yet.

Comforting.

"Tell something of your world," She said.

You balked. Hadn't Thranduil told her everything you'd said? They seemed like the type of couple to do just that. Hadn't Legolas at least given her some information? They seemed close. You swallowed hard, readjusting yourself on the log. "What uh... What do you want to know?"

She thought for a second. "A tale."

You shifted. Sure, that was specific. You'd read billions of books (Well, maybe not quite that much...), but you couldn't remember any that Elves would want to hear aside from series’, like Temeraire, or The Gospel of Loki, or Eon the Last Dragoneye. Maybe you could use a movie, but Marvel and Transformers were too long and in-depth. You thought for a minute. You didn't even know how to give a much-shortened version of Eragon.

But out of everything, it was your best bet to tell a story and be safe from explaining your world's past, or things of your world, or cultures, mythology, or the concept of giant robots from another planet that hide by transforming into cars. Eragon was the closest thing you had to Lord of the Rings that you could remember right off the top of your head that was most similar; it had some of the same beasts, like dragons and werewolves, it was set in the same genre and had dwarves and Elves and Men, even if urgals were a new one... Then again, you weren't sure how they'd take dragons being good instead of hoarding assholes.

So, you got started.

As a hobby, you wrote a lot of fanfiction, which had mainly been for Lord of the Rings; you couldn't remember any of it now, of course, but you'd also started your own fantasy stories that had never been published. You were good with storytelling.

There were points where you had to pause and remember what happened next, or try to find words that explained the guilt or sadness or general feels of the story, but you did pretty good. By the time you were finished, the sun had came up and it was already noon, and the Elves that'd gone off to see if that camp was for dwarves were coming back, with a couple of pony-sized rams with shaggy coats carrying three tiny buff hairy guys.

Elvenqueen regally stood. "My thanks, [Y/N]. That was a wonderful story." She sailed through the ranks of the Elves, which parted before her like reeds to a boat.

"Is that a true story?" Lindir asked you, eyes wide.

You scoffed. "If it were true, I'd've had a dragon named Saphira or Shruikan. I have no dragon." You clapped your hands together. "So! When do I get to meet the dwarves?"

Blue-Eyes-- who'd joined later in the story, and another Elf caught him up on what was going on while he half-listened to what else was going on-- mockingly rolled his eyes. "Patience, mellon. I cannot think of any Eldar whom would willingly want to make the acquaintance of a dwarf."

You gave him a pointed look. "What about Thingol's people?"

Silence. Finally, Elros busted out laughing, and clapped the now-stunned Legolas on the back. "They have a point, mellon!"

But Blue-Eyes was right. It was only a couple hours before you were sought out by a Lothlorien Elf, who told you Thorin wanted to meet "the one who hailed from far." Apparently, nobody here felt like saying "the person that came from another planet." Not as mysterious, apparently.

So you followed the Elf to a tent, much smaller than those of the Elves, and a lot less colorful and, dare you say it, fashionable. Literally, it just looked like a bunch of old dark-colored blankets had been stitched together haphazardly. But, if you looked at the tools and tack of the rams, they were just doing it in spite of the Elves, because they had really good craftsmanship.

You weren't sure what to do. "Uhhh... Knock knock?"

You belatedly remembered one of the dwarves was royalty. "Sirs?"

The flap of the tent opened, and you got your first look at a dwarf.

He was an older dwarf, with a long graying beard and frizzy hair, and huge round ears. He looked you up and down in a brief but kind inspection, and, came to the very educated conclusion of, yup, not your normal Elf.

The dwarf smiled. "Ah, you must be [Y/N]." He sounded more Scottish than anything, and you were instantly relaxed. "The one from a far place. Not a normal Elf, then?"

You shook your head. "No sir. Just got here about a month and a half ago, actually."

He raised a hand. "Now now, we are all a part of this expedition, and I don't like being referred to as 'sir.' I am Balin to you."

You couldn't help but smile. He was a lovable little guy, a very sweet old dwarf. "Okay then. But, uh... Should I call Thorin or Dwalin 'sir'?"

Balin thought about that. "Ehhh... Thorin, yes. Dwalin? No."

You nodded, and Balin lead you inside the tent. It was pretty cozy, with three logs covered in roughish furs for makeshift beds. A small cooking fire was set up in the middle, and two other dwarves sat by it, halting their dwarvish conversation when they seen you and Balin. "This is they," Said Balin, in an introductory way. "[Y/N], child of [M/N], from far places."

The dwarf who you assumed was Dwalin-- buff, sleeveless, and with viscious muttonchops that made him look like Wolverine-- scoffed. "Tell me," Holy shit, he sounds like Leonidas from 300! "[Y/N], do you perhaps come from the Iron Hills?"

"Iron... What?" You were confused. Hadn't any of the Elves talked about you being from Earth? "N...No. I come from a place called Earth."

"Dwalin," Said the other guy, who radiated kingship, authority, and regal dwarfish-ness. He didn't take his eyes off you, like you were a predator ready to strike that he was wary of. He had a beard, but braided neatly down, and long dark hair. He wore dark navy blue and brown fur armor, and his voice was like, super deep. "They are not of the Iron Hills."

"Uh... Thank you?"

Thorin stood, and you bowed. "I'd uh, use some really respectful greeting, but I don't know any in dwarvish yet, so, it's an honor to meet you, Thorin, son of Thrain."

Thorin nodded. "I would say the same, if I knew you deserved any honor," He replied. Ouch.

You didn't know what to say. He obviously had no love for Elves. "What uh... What made you think I was from the Iron Hills, wherever that is?"

"To the east of Erebor, [lad/lass/y-o]," Balin informed you, and Dwalin whacked him so hard upside the head you could've swore they broke something.

"Oh. What made you think--"

Thorin looked at you with a look that said stfu so you did. "The dwarves of Erebor think little of Elven magic, or wizards. We did not believe a portal strong enough to pull someone from another world could exist. And as I have discovered, it does not."

You were confused. "What do you mean? You mean the ears? Those were latex, I swear, but suddenly they weren't. You can ask Thranduil, I'm not from these parts."

Thorin glared at you. "I would rather not converse with the Elvenking. He does not hear the word of others. As for you... It is clear you are merely an Elf of strange upbringing, who lost themselves in the wrong woods."

"Okay," You were starting to get irritated. You loved Middle-Earth, but you weren't from Middle-Earth. You didn't belong, like always, and you were ready to defend your position. In Game of Thrones--you'd never gotten far in that series, and had only started the books-- Tyrion Lannister told Jon Snow to armor himself in what people thought his weakness was, so that it would no longer be his weakness. That's exactly what you'd done over the course of your life, and you weren't about to lose that now. "Listen, I can show you the damn portal. It wasn't made by Elves, or wizards, or any of that other shit. The inscription on the portal came from the time of Gondolin, if that means anything to you. Do I talk like an Elf, to you? Do I act like one? The Elves were ready to kill me, just because I breathed wrong near their damn trees after being chased by orcs on oversized dogs. If I weren't from another world, do you honestly think I'd have such elaborate stories?"

Behind Thorin, Balin patted his hands down, giving you the silent signal to shut up. Glacing at Thorin's pissed off face made you listen. "How am I to believe you?"

You made a face. "Don't you dwarves have any kind of lie-detecting abilites?"

Balin sighed. "None that we can think of, [lad/lass/y-o]."

You huffed in defeat. "Okay, okay, you know what? You dwarves are beyond stubborn, so I'll just tell you once: I come from another world. If you don't believe me, fine, but I'd actually like to make friends with dwarves, thank you very much."

"Oh!" Dwalin chuckled deeply. "Then they must not be an Elf, Thorin! None in their right mind would go cavorting with a dwarf!"

Thorin frowned. "Perhaps a spy... But wait... You are not of the Woodland Elves. I see that now."

You looked down at yourself. "Gee, what gave it away?"

"You carry yourself differently," He began to circle you, and you felt like you were being circled by a vulture. An angry vulture... "Most unlike them, or any Elf I have heard tale of. Whom were you raised by?"

"Uh, my mother," You quipped with a cocked eyebrow. "Her name is [M/N]."

"And where do your kin reside? With the Rangers of Dúnadain?"

"With the what? Is that some kind of club?"

"Club?" Thorin repeated. "You believe that to be a weapon?" He gave you a disbelieving look, and you sighed.

"No, no. Where I come from, a club is a group of people that gather together and talk about stuff they like, or try to run the schools or shit like that," You were trying to explain with excessive hand movements, but you only seemed to be freaking him out.

He narrowed his eyes. In a rough and rusty language that sounded like it could be dwarvish, he said something; you didn't even catch any of the words.

You stared at him blankly for a second. "Mae g'ovannen...?" You tried, wincing at your hopeless pronunciation of the words.

Thorin regarded you with a newfound look of awe. Behind him, Dwalin chuckled. "That, was his attempt at Elvish. And you did not understand what he said?"

You stared. "...No? Was I supposed to? Did you just say something important? Or insult me? Hey, I'm only just starting to learn Sindarin!"

Thorin's look of awe shifted to a scowl and a bitter smirk. "It was not Sindarin, I can assure you. It was Quendi, that of the Noldor, the only Elvish my people know."

"Quen-- Oh, I get it now. Different Elves, different languages, it's all coming together..." You swung your arms casually. "Ok, so, what'd you say?"

"I told you that you are an imposter, and no better than Orc-filth" Said Thorin absentmindedly, "Which would send any Elf into a fit of well-groomed rage."

You couldn't help yourself. You burst into a fit of giggles, making all three dwarves look at you weirdly. "I-I'm sorry," You wheezed, "'Well-groomed rage'; yeah, that's pretty much what they do!"

"What of this quest, then?" Challenged Thorin as he took a seat. He gestured for you to do the same. "If you are not of the Wood Elves, yet you are indeed Elven, why are you on this journey? What purpose do you have here?" He poured you a drink; you'd never really tasted ale or mead of any kind, and recoiled from the smell.

"In order for you to understand, I'd have to tell you the story," You told him, and he gestured for you to continue. So you did. "I fell from the highest branches of an oak tree playing a game with my family. It was a standard day. Standard, pointless life. A life in a dying world that was way too fucking overpopulated, in the wrong damn places. It was a twisted kind of home. I didn't like it, and did what I wanted, so people hated me. I was dressed as an Elf--hence the ears.

"I wake up in the middle of the night, still in the forest, and am suddenly being chased by orcs on the backs of oversized dogs with six-packs on their faces."

Thorin grew confused. "Six-pack? What is that?"

You patted your stomach. "Those rows of six square tight muscles you get on you stomach if you work out. Now lemme finish!

"I get caught up in a river, shot by an arrow, and am half-dead by the time the Elves arrive lead by Blue-Eyes-- uh, Legolas-- and they're ready to kill me, but because I'm pretty much dead and in their forest, I'm some kind of threat. Because they're real nice like that. Thranduil-- who I kindly refer to as, Lord Fabulous-- wanted Leggy to kill me on the spot. Blade to my neck and everything. Until I pointed out that I could go home if we found the portal and would never return by pain of death. Ouch, but whatever.

"So we look, find it, and surprise! Can't get through. Can never see my family again. Can never go home. Suddenly I'm a real Elf. I go into a kind of depression before I realize that this place was a fictional world from where I'm from, which I'd loved, but for some reason can't remember shit now." You pointed to him. "Your name is important. Very. I know that much. You do something really cool, probably.

"But the Council of Wisdomy Guys was summoned, and they decided that it would be best if I proved my worthiness to stay among the Wood Elves on this mission. No pressure!" You grinned maniacally. "What brings you here? I hear a certain gray-robed wizard?"

"Ah, yes," He sighed. "Gandalf. My father met with him whilst I was in the depths of Erebor, so I heard no word of it and could make no protest against it until my father told me that I was to travel with two of my choice to assist the Elves. I only tolerate this for my father's sake, and he claims this will be a good lesson for kingship one day. But when I heard word of someone from foreign lands, I feared it was the dwarves of the Iron Hills attempting some form of scheme. Never have they liked us, and they never shall."

You scoffed. "Yeah, well... Most of the Elves may not like you either, but some of them aren't so bad."

Dwalin choked on his bread. Balin gave you a sad look. "But they tried to kill you!"

You shrugged. "I'm used to getting awful treatment. And besides, now that they know me, I've made some friends. Tauríel, the Captain of the Guard; Lindir of Rivendell, and Elros son of Elrond... And then there's Blue-- Legolas."

"Why d'ya refer to him that way?" Dwalin demanded with a disgusted look.

You shrugged. "A nickname. Where I come from, it's a gesture of friendship. I call Lindir 'Lindy' and he hates it, I can tell."

Thorin snorted. "Well, [Y/N] of Earth... Should the Wood Elves refuse your company, Dale might make a nice, temporary placement until you find elsewhere."

You smirked, nodding slowly. "I heard that emphasis on temporary. Don't worry; I thank you for your hospitality, but Lord Elrond is staying at the palace until I return. If I fail, he'll take me back to Rivendell with him."

"Good. One less Elf on our borders to deal with."

"Oh screw off."

Thorin grinned bitterly, but waved a hand. "Begone, I am done with questioning you."

You scoffed, and Dwalin took your drink and guzzled it. to your shock and amazement. Out of the three of them, only Balin wished you a goodnight.

But you weren't tired, which you realized as you found yourself heading back toward the horses. "[Y/N]," Said a familiar voice, and you turned to see Haldir striding toward you.

You bowed, suddenly recognizing him as somebody of high rank. "Mae l'ovannen, Haldir of Lothlorien. What's up?"

He blinked in confusion. "I..." He slowly looked up. "Believe the stars..."

You chuckled. "No, no; that's an expression, where I come from. It means how are you doing, what is it you need, nice to see you, etcetera etcetera."

He stared at you. "...'Et... Cetera...?'"

You slumped over. "Oi... It means a general list of similar meanings that're implied but nobody feels like saying."

Haldir smiled. "Oh, I see. Lindir wished for you to return, so that you could continue your lessons in Sindarin." He didn't miss your look of disappointment. He smirked. "Perhaps, when you are finished with Sindarin, and already know Common, Quenyan would be best for you to learn."

"Pfft," You waved a hand. "I'll live forever. Might as well. I'll toss some dwarvish in there while I'm at it."

Haldir made a face. "I suppose that is up to you, but every dwarf speaks Common, so it would not pose any form of language barrier for that to be avoided..."

*** You were woken up no later than the crack of fucking dawn, by an elaborate blowing of horns that probably alerted ninety-seven percent of the orcs of the northern borders to your presence, but oh what the hell.

What else you woke up to?

"Galu, mellon nin," Said Legolas with a shit-eating grin. "Ci maer?"

Slowly, your groggy eyes went from wide to thin, angry slits. "...I swear to the Valar, Blue-Eyes... I just fucking woke up. What are you saying? Speak in Common, or I'll tear you limb from limb because I am not a morning person."

He gave you a look, but couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "Le leich, Sairen. But if you are going to learn Elvish, then you must actually try to do so. Tell me, what did I say?"

You shrugged and slumped over onto a log. "Grapefruit, melons win, kid mobster."

Blue-Eyes chuckled, but internally, you busted out laughing after realizing what you said. "No, [Y/N], you have to do this. Concentrate. What did I say?"

With a sigh, you thought about Lindir's grueling lessons with you yesterday. "...You said, 'A blessing,' which is basically 'hi,' first; Galu. Then you said 'my friend,' and, 'are you well.'"

Blue-Eyes nodded, looking excited that you were getting the hang of Elvish. "Excellent. Now respond to me in Sindarin."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. In the most unenthusiastic tone you could muster, you said, "Galu, Legolas, ni maer. A gin?" Blessings, Legolas, I am well. And you?

"Ni maer," He replied, then began polishing his bow. "Worry not, Sairen, soon Sindarin will come to you thoughtlessly. You already swear to our gods, instead of your own."

You did roll your eyes this time. An idea hit you. "Hey..." You looked at him with a huge smirk. "What's fuck you in Elvish?"

Legolas paled, then blushed. "You will learn how to speak intimately to another later--"

You huffed. "NO! What's your most offensive insult?!"

Blue-Eyes thought for a minute. "...Ego, which is the equivalent to what you mean when you proclaim that Common phrase of yours... Hopefully, most of the time."

You bit back a laugh. "...Eggo? As in, L'eggo my eggo?"

Blue-Eyes gave you a concerned look. "I... I am not sure what you mean, and it is not pronounced as you say it."

Commotion started up, and you spun around in your seat wildly to try and see why everybody was suddenly moving and packing up. "What's goin' on?"

Legolas smiled. "Well, Sairen, we are off to track the orcs."

You looked at him in a panic, pointing futilely to an Elf packing up the cooking supplies. "B-but... What about breakfast?" That sentence reminded you of someone... Someone small and innocent and prone to causing disasters... But who? Blue-Eyes didn't give you time to figure it out.

"You will not starve, mellon nin," He told you gently, and stood. "You are an Eldar now; you'd best learn what your body can do now rather than later." He smiled down at you. "Dadwenithon."

As if you understood what that meant, he practically skipped away. "...Dad marathon?" You repeated in disbelief. You got up and went to find somebody you knew, preferably not the Elvenqueen, Erestor, Haldir, or Thorin, because they'd just find you childish, or annoying. Elros was quick to find, and you approached him and his palomino steed with a very confused expression.

"Hey Elros?"

Elros looked up from brushing his horse's mane and smiled. "Ai, len suilon, mellon nin. Ci maer?"

You rolled your eyes. Stupid Elves and their five hundred different ways to say 'hi...' "Galu, Elros. Ni maer, a gin?"

"Ni maer eithro. What brings you to my company?"

"What the hell does dad marathon mean?"

Elros froze and looked at you like you were crazy. "I beg your pardon?"

You gestured wildly over your shoulder. "Legolas got up, walked away, and said dad marathon! And I've got no idea what he said!"

Elros grinned knowingly. "Ai,Legolas said dadwenithon. It means, roughly, I will return." He gave you a disgusted look. "And that is not how it is pronounced at all."

"Oh. Dadwenithon?"

Elros smiled proudly. "Yes! Precisely! Well done! But if Legolas told you he would return to you, evidently he meant for you to stay where you were."

Your eyes bugged out of your head. "Oh. I'll be going, then. Novaer." You didn't realize you'd said an Elvish farewell until you'd reached where you'd originally been seated, but that jumped out of your head when you seen Legolas waiting with his dappled mare and the black stallion (Heh heh...) from yesterday.

"Ooh! What's this all about?"

"I decided you should have your own mount throughout the course of this journey," He replied with a smile. "He is yours for now. Name him as you will, and by the end of this journey, I shall see if you may keep him."

You stared at him like he'd just grown a second head. "Wh... What? Keep him?"

Legolas smiled. "Surely you would wish to ride at will throughout the northern parts of Mirkwood?"

A huge smile spread across your face, and you excitedly spread your hands. "Well, duh! Gin hannon, Legolas! I'll call him..." You took the reins and looked him in the eye. "Starlight. I've always wanted a black horse called Starlight."

Blue-Eyes patted your back. "Well done, mellon. Already, Elvish is beginning to seep into your speech."

You looked at him in surprise. "I did that on purpose you dumb blond."

Legolas's eyes widened slightly. "Man?" Which you understood as, What?

You stuck your tongue out at him and crossed your eyes. "Blehlehleh!"

He recoiled. "What are you doing?"

With a laugh, you stroked Starlight's muzzle. "Messing with you. So you get up from the left side, right?"

Blue-Eyes just looked at you like you were crazy, then shook his head. "Yes, I suppose."

You went around to the left flank of the steed, which snorted suspiciously at you, like it wanted to know what the fuck you were doing. You peered at Blue-Eyes over the stallion's back. "Gimme a leg up?"

Legolas flushed and stared at you blankly. "If that is one of your vulgar insults, I swear to Illuvatar..."

A laugh escaped your throat. "No! Hell no! It means help me up, you moron!"

A sweet smile crossed Blue-Eye's features. "Well, then, come here, mellon nin, and I will aid you." He interlaced his fingers together as he bent down, allowing you to grip both ends of the saddle, step into his hand, and haul yourself up. You nearly fell off the other side, but just managed to catch yourself before you made yourself look like a complete idiot in front of Blue-Eyes, who noticed your struggle but said nothing, to your sweet relief.

Elros trotted through camp on his palomino, saying "Und wendo'hein!"

Legolas mounted his dapple-gray, and looked you up and down. "You are not sitting correctly." He told you, and reached over to pull your shoulders back. "Your shoulders need to make a line to your ankles in the stirrups."

You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Great, now you sound like my collection of Young Rider magazines."

"Your what?" Legolas looked almost offended.

"It's basically a book only about twenty pages long made of cheap paper and filled with random tidbits of information. This series I started collecting when I was eight or nine, then continued until I was about twelve, thirteen... I had a lot of them. I loved horses."

Blue-Eyes furrowed his brow. "Did you have one?"

You scoffed. "In my world, you either have to be rich like Saddle Club or own a farm like Racing Stripes. Or, by some miracle get saved by a badass black Arabian stallion on a desert island." You smiled cheekily at him. "Which, by the way, your facial structure really reminds me of an Arabian horse's. Dished, kinda. And perfect and majestic and all that shit."

Blue-Eyes just looked like he was suddenly being attacked by a pack of savage wargs and he wasn't quite sure what to do. You grinned, and did the first thing all of the books and movies you'd read as a kid had taught you: gently tap your heels into the horse's flanks, and carefully guide their head with the reins. Starlight tossed his head, eager to get moving at a faster pace, and nickered softly as he started off at a walk. Legolas beamed at you as he rode beside you. "Well well, Sairen, it seems you are a natural at riding a horse. Perhaps the blood of the Eldar is finally starting to take a hold of you."

"Not quite," Said a new voice, and Lindir rode up on a sleek bay with a mischievous smile. "Suilad, Legolas! [Y/N]! Your Elvish is improving, but you still need to learn more."

You slumped in the saddle. "Augh, man, do I have to?"

Legolas and Lindir grinned wickedly at each other. "Ai, Lindir, man í lú?"

"Ú, Legolas. Eithro, ci maer?"

"Ni maer, mellon nin, ni maer."

So for a whole five or six hours on the trip, you got bombarded on either side by Blue-Eyes and Lindir trying to teach you Sindarin. At the end of the day, the Elvenqueen asked you for another story, so you told her the first one that popped into your head that you could honestly remember most of: Alladin's Lamp. It had been your favorite fairytail as a child, and while it was meant for younger audiences, the Elves enjoyed it just as much.

Then, Thorin asked to see you again. He asked about your world, and what it was like, and you were happy to get to know them, even if you were an Elf now.

And that's how it went, for the next few weeks. Unfortunately, at some point you'd run out of memorized storybooks, so you focused on myths from various mythologies, and then, even movies. 300 seemed to be a favorite of Thorin's, who overheard, but the Elves were especially interested in Gods of Egypt and The Hunger Games, and the Jedi from Star Wars. When you ran out of that material (It was a long trip with long nights, because apparently Elves didn't really get the concept of sleep.), you even switched to games; Darksiders and The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim got their attention, as did The Legend of Zelda.

But of all the damned stories you told them, they seemed most interested in Shakespeare, of all things. You only barely remembered reading Midsummer Night's Dream out of curiosity, but Romeo and Juliet, thankfully, everybody knew the gist of. Thanks to a certain Tom Hiddleston, you knew Coriolanus by heart, so that one wasn't too hard of a story to tell, and neither was (Onc you finally got them off of Shakespeare.) Pirates of the Caribbean, a classic for you, which, one of the characters, now that you thought of it... Will Turner... You couldn't quite remember his face, or Balian's from Kingdom of Heaven, which they all really liked, especially Legolas.

Eventually, the queen dubbed you Taleweaver, which you thought sounded pretty cool, but also a little nerve-wracking, because what if you ran out of stories to tell? You forced yourself to be casual. No worries. You were a writer, after all, just... Now your audience consisted of fantasy people instead of Tumblr bloggers.

No pressure.

One day, Legolas approached you alone as you groomed Starlight. "Yo," You said, s'upping him. "S'up?"

Blue-Eyes looked like you'd just thrown something at him. "Man?" You rolled your eyes. "Galu, mellon, galu. What is it?"

Legolas scoffed. "My mother has declared only a small party of us, including the dwarves, shall scout ahead and see if we can find their trail. Of the party is myself, Elros, Erestor, Haldir, and... you."

You pointed to yourself. "M...Me? The queen specifically requested me to go with you?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "Whhhhhhyyyyyyy???"

Blue-Eyes glared at you as he stroked Starlight's muzzle. "It is nothing out of the ordinary. You wish to prove yourself to my father, do you not? I would like for you to stay in the Mirkwood as well, Sairen, so do not disappoint me."

"Well," You looked up at Starlight's face. "No pressure, right?"

Legolas smiled cheekily. "Not at all." He patted your back. "We begin at dawn tomorrow. Meet me by Starlight once you've woken, and we shall begin." He walked away, but half-turned to call out, "Do not be late!"

You nodded in exasperation, but as soon as he was gone, sighed and placed your face on Starlight's neck. "Mission," You hissed under your breath, just really wishing Lord Fabulous didn't have to be such a jackass. "Impossible."

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La Douleur Exquise (Kili x Reader) Pt2

Request (Anon): Two words: unrequited love. I was wondering if you could do a piece where reader is head over heels for Fili or Kili and they’re in love with someone else.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Genre: lil angst?

Warnings: None

A/N: So I wasn’t intending to do a part2 to this fic but got some requests to make it a kili x reader. I was going to cut it but it didn’t feel right so this is quite a long one lol. I personally don’t like how cheesy it is but lmk what you guys think. Also this gif is fucking me up lol

Part1, Part2

You clutch your plane ticket as you make your way to the boarding gate. Although nerves wrack your body, it's nice to finally walk with meaning after months of heartache and confusion, caused by yet another Durin.

“Kili?” You're startled as the younger Durin stands in front of you. After a year of no communication you're surprised to see him turn up unexpectedly at your french apartment.

“Y/N” he sighs in relief, but frustration takes over his features as he storms into your home. “Why did you leave?”

You’re confused by the question. Kili knows all about your heartbreak over Fili. Whenever you needed him he'd be there to sooth your worries and although you wished you’d kept in contact with him, you felt that it was best to distance yourself from the Durin family to get over the heartache.

“You know I needed to get away Kili. I couldn't even look him in the eye without crying.” You fidget, uncomfortable with his sudden outburst.

“It was so easy to forget about us wasn't it, you’re so selfish y/n. Clearly you don't give a damn about anyone else otherwise you would've kept in touch, right?” His voice dripping with bitterness.

“When did I say I forgot?! I couldn't bring myself to contact you. I didn't want to face Fili, t-”

“Why is it always about Fili! For crying out loud Y/N, why does every conversation go back to him?! I'm not saying you had to talk to him, but what about me? You wanted to get away from my brother but why did you have to leave me?!”

Things escalated so quickly. You should’ve realised something was up. That it was strange of Kili to behave impulsively, but you had never seen him that way before. Even now you believe the words he had said, you were selfish. There had been times where you wanted to call him and the rest of the family. But you never did, too scared of the questions they'd ask or the phone being passed to Fili. You never thought that he was hurting as much as you.

“Excuse me if I wanted to get away from the love of my life whilst he danced off into the sunset with another girl!” You hiss. You’ve gotten over Fili, but of course Kili doesn't know that.

“How long are you going to hope for someone who will never return your feelings Y/N. He wasn't going to a year ago and he’s not going to now!” He snaps back, standing up.

Tears well up in your eyes as his spits out those words. How could he bring that up? He knows that was your biggest fear, one that came true. You shake your head in disappointment and hurt.

“Get out.”

His expression changes from anger to sorrow instantly.

“Y/n I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.” Does he know he's taken things too far or is he apologising because you won't listen to him?

“Get out Kili I don't want to hear anymore. You've said what you needed to say, now go.” You answer coldly pointing to the door.

“No jus-”

“Get out!”

“Plea-”

“GET OUT! Can't you see I don't want to talk to you?! I get it Kili I should've kept in touch. I’m selfish and I’m a terrible friend, I'm sorry. I really am, but you can't come in here and tell me shit I already know! What more could you possibly say?!”

“I love you.”

He left soon after, and things were different. Each day started with a new question and ended with no real answers. You felt like running again. Move to a different city or country, start fresh and forget the past. But Kili's confession made you look at the past differently. The past was no longer filled with heartache and despair. You no longer wanted to forget it. You were looking at the past through a different point of view, one filled with hope.

These past three months have been hard. You tried not to compare the two brothers, you just wanted to make sure that these feelings for Kili weren’t a result of Fili’s rejection. But you’re no longer blinded by love, and somehow things are clearer. The night you left brought new answers.

“Please y/n don’t do this.” Kili pleads as you hastily pack your back. “You can get through this, I promise, I’ll be here, I’ll help you!”

How could Fili propose to her after two months?! You’ve known him for six years, does that mean nothing to him?

“Y/n, I’m begging you. I-I need you here. Please just stay for me, Fili doesn’t deserve you, please!”

What did you do wrong? Why couldn’t he look at you the same way? Why couldn’t he say those three words to you? Does everyone know your heart is breaking? Will they look at you with pity from now on?

“I’ll do anything to help you, just promise you’ll stay y/n. Please tell me you’ll stay.”

You need a fresh start, somewhere where no one knows you. “I’m sorry Kili.” Your voice weak and hoarse as you brush past him. You were too focused on your own heart-breaking to hear his.

“Would all passengers travelling to Ireland on flight FR3421 please have your boarding passes and passports ready for boarding. Flight FR3421 now boarding at gate 21.” Dress and luggage in hand, you join the queue, slipping the wedding invitation into your purse.

Entering the banquet hall, you expect to be met with cold glances and awkward conversations. But leave it to Dis to put your thoughts to rest, as she screams your name and pulls you into a mama-bear hug. After a long catch up session and a few tears you move on, saying hi to familiar faces and watch the married couple.

Seeing Fili wrap an arm around his bride, you're surprised when you feel nothing for the older Durin, even the old friendship felt tainted. You weren’t expecting to feel indifferent, you were hoping that things would go back to normal, and you’d be best friends again. It’ll take time you think to yourself as your eyes wander to Kili, who’s beside him.

You smile at the sight of him laughing with his brother. He’s changed since you last saw him. Shaved the stubble and cut the long hair, revealing the charming young Durin, dressed in a tux. Knowing that you had caused his so much anguish broke you. You wish you said something before he left, something to reassure him. But even then you weren’t sure about your feelings. But spending everyday day and night thinking about him, looking at the past with a new sense of wonder and looking to the future with new found hope, all because of him. Kili has helped you in more ways than one, and it kills you that you didn’t realise it earlier.

“Y/N!” You hear Fili shout and Kili turns to look at you. Your heart flutters as his eyes meet yours, surprise taking over his features. You give him a shy smile and they break from the group to make their way towards you.

“Congratulations Fili!” You grin giving him a hug “I’m so happy for you, the ceremony was beautiful.” It feels weird saying those words without the need to cry, no tears welling up in your eyes wishing you could be with him. You no longer hold any jealousy or bitterness towards the couple, you’re genuinely happy for him.

“Agh I’ve missed you! And you have to tell me all about your adventures in La France.” He grins and looks behind him to see his wife calling for him to go outside. “I better go but you two should get ready for the fireworks, Kili keep an eye on the cake I don’t want Bombur anywhere near it. See you soon y/n, love you.”

You don’t miss the sharp intake of breath behind you as Fili utters those words and naively plants a kiss on the side of your head, you smile and watch him go knowing that you’ll be back to normal sooner than expected.

Both of you watch Fili walk over to his bride and give her a kiss as they walk out hand in hand. “They look good together.” You hear Kili say behind you and you wonder if he purposely said it to try and hurt you.

“They’re the perfect match.” You agree, turning to look up at him with a smile when you see his raised brows.

“I was over him before you even visited me, Kili.” You carry on when you see the corners of his mouth lift slightly. “And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before you left. I needed time to think and make sure you’re not just a rebound.” You huff a laugh, hoping he’ll appreciate your honesty. “But I know now that what I feel for you is true Kili, I know that I was so blinded that I couldn’t see you in front of me. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you I love you, Kili.”

You anticipatedly stare back at his bewildered expression as he processes your words. “You hold so much love in your heart y/n. I saw it every time you looked him and every night you cried over him, it’s what made me fall for you in the first place.” He whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist, drawing you closer, his lips hovering over yours. “I never thought you’d look at me the same way y/n. I love you so fucking much.”

And as your lips touch fervently, you feel fireworks explode around you igniting a fire deep in your heart…and a nearby table.

“Pesky, little hobbits.” Gandalf mutters in the distance.

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 6 years

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Life After Death (Final chapter)

A/N: I can't believe this is the last chapter guys. I've had so much fun writing this, seeing your reblogs and such. I really hope you all have enjoyed this as much as I have

Summary: the battle is over, the mountain is won, but things still seem bleak until Nell finally wakes

Pairing: Fili X wife!OC X Kili

Warnings: a little angst, but then fluff.

Word Count: 1256

Fili, Kili, and Thorin were exhausted. There was so much to be done to restore Erebor to its former glory. Funeral pyres had to be made for those killed during the battle of the five armies; food, clothing, and other supplies had to be found. But most of all, they had to take care of Nell. The three of them took turns watching over her as she slept. Her wound had been severe and the healers weren't sure she would live. But her husbands as well as the rest of the company refused to give up hope.

At one point Fili, Kili, Thorin, and even Dwalin had thought her dead after the fatal blow Azog had given her, but Mahal had been on their side and she still lived. Dwalin carried her back to the mountain after the fighting was over and the healers tended her wound. It was mostly closed up, but she was still pale, her heartbeat was weak, and she was showing no signs of improvement. But that didn't stop the others from coming to her room, talking to her, telling her stories, or bringing flowers. Ori knitted her a blanket and Bilbo told her about Fili becoming exasperated having to deal with the other lords and ladies. Fili and Kili would clean her and make sure to move her so she didn't get bed sores.

It was a month later when most of the rooms had been repaired and letters had been sent to Ered Luin inviting the rest of their kin to the mountain that Nell finally showed signs of life. Fili was resting his head on the bed beside her and holding her hand when he felt it twitch in his. Raising his head up he looked at her with hope filled eyes. “Nell? Gimlelul? Can you hear me?” He asked. Her hand twitched again and her eyes started to slowly open, but she was still too weak to open them all the way.

“I...can...hear you,” she whispered. Her throat was dry and her voice cracked due to lack of use, but she was finally awake. Fili started crying tears of joy and pulled her into a hug. A grunt left Nell as her wound was still tender and her body ached from lack of movement.

It took a week of the others helping her walk around her room before she was finally able to walk on her own, but now she was able to move about even if it was slowly. And tonight she was getting ready for the coronation. Now that Dis and the rest of their kin had made it to Erebor it was time to officially crown Thorin king and crown Fili as his heir along with Nell.

The coronation went smoothly and now Nell was sitting in between her husbands enjoying copious amounts of ale just like they were. Everyone was drunk or at least close to it, songs were being sung, people were dancing, and laughs were being had by everyone. After some time Fili and Kili drug Nell back to their room were they made gentle love to her for the first time in a long time.

Nell had been up and about for over a month now and most of the mountain was restored. A small smile graced her lips as she watched Dwalin train the recruits. She had managed to get a few moments to herself where Thorin wasn't complaining about some trade agreement or some treaty with Mirkwood or something else, so she came to the training grounds in hopes of him not thinking to look for her there. Just because her and Fili were supposed to rule one day didn't mean that Thorin had to overload them with responsibility right now. He had advisors for a reason and Nell wished he would seek them out instead of her and Fili.

“Keep yer shield up or I'm gonna ring yer bell,” Dwalin shouted at one of the young dwarves.

Nell threw her head back in laughter. “I remember when you used to tell me the same thing. Didn't take long for me to learn that lesson,” she said. Dwalin looked over at her with a grin. Something not many people got to see.

“Aye it didn't. And maybe if you had a shield when you went against Azog we wouldn't have been worrying about your death. Tell them how important a shield is.” He nodded his head toward the recruits.

Nell walked over to them and pulled down her tunic just enough to show her scar. “You see that?” The recruits nodded. “I didn't have a shield when I rushed in front of Azog to save my husband and because of that I almost died. So learn to use that shield properly and keep it on you,” she told them. The recruits nodded once more and began working harder.

Dwalin walked over to Nell and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Ya didn't almost die, Nell. You did die. When we got ta ya and Fili yer heart wasn't beating. They took off and I stayed with ya praying to Mahal and pushing on her chest, giving you my own breath until ya came back,” he said. Nell’s brows furrowed and she cocked her head. She hadn't been told that before. Fili and Kili had only told her, she had almost died.

“Why didn't Fili or Kili tell me?”

“They didn't know lass. They were so worried about ya I didn't think I should worry them more, but here ya are alive and healthy,” he said patting her on the shoulder. Nell felt her stomach lurch and turned to the side vomiting. “Almost healthy,” Dwalin corrected himself.

Nell wiped her mouth clean and smiled at him. “I'm healthy. That's nothing to worry about. It's perfectly normal.” She rested her hand on her belly her smile widening.

Dwalin's eyes went wide. “Yer pregnant?” He asked.

“Yes, but don't say anything. I'm going to tell Fili and Kili tonight,” she told him.

That night Nell made both her husbands’ favorite meals and sat gifts on the table to give them. “I have something to tell you, but first open your gifts.” She pointed at the packages. Fili picked his up first and opened it to find a small wooden sword a child would use to train with. He looked at her in confusion as Kili opened his and pulled out two tunics, one small for a babe and one for him. They both read ‘Durin Archers.’

“Amrálimé are you trying to tell us you're pregnant?” Kili asked as he looked at the items. Nell’s smile was from ear to ear as she nodded her head. Kili sat the tunics down and rushed to hug her. “I can't believe it, you're having a baby,” he said.

Fili was quick to join in on the hug. “This is wonderful news,” he said before kissing her tenderly.

Months later, Nell gave birth to a dark haired little girl. Kili now had a daughter named Gisela. But that wasn't the only child Nell would have. In time she fell pregnant again and gave birth to a perfect blonde haired little boy. Fili now had a son named Frerin after his uncle. And both children were loved dearly. Gisela took up archery much like her father, though she could use a sword and Frerin carried around multiple weapons much like his own father.

It would seem there was hope for life after death after all.

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Mistook (Care For Series)

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Healer!Reader (a pretty short one too lol) + Gandalf being a sweet fatherly figureGenre: Arguing, Angst, Fluff

Inspired by prompts from imaginexhobbit x

A/N: Thorin and Y/N are at each other’s throats, and are unable to see eye to eye. Will things improve as they continue on the quest? Or will things turn too sour to patch things up?

PREVIOUS (PREQUEL - UNDERSTANDING)

We were on the road again before too long, and as time went on, I realised that they, the dwarves, we’re starting to slowly warm up to me.

Bombur began allowing me to cut the meat without having to look over my shoulder frequently to check if I had stole extra for myself (as we all know, he loves his meat). Bofur always told me various stories of his adventures both at Erebor and at Ered Luin, Bifur beside him always trying to exaggerate the stories further with his excessive movements and eye bulging as he spoke ferociously in Khuzdul.

Ori taught me how to knit my own little mittens and scarf as winter closed in, continuing to help when creating some for the other dwarves of the company. I made sure to help Dori keep everything organised to his exact critique and kept an eye on Ori as promised.

I became a listener for Nori to speak to about his “hobbies,” and to stop himself from stealing from either Bilbo or the other company members. Even for Gloin as he sometimes tearfully spoke about his wife and young son Gimli who had stayed behind at the Ered Luin.

Oin took me under his wing almost immediately after finding out that I had been a nurse in my village, his teachings proving very useful. Dwalin also took it upon himself to educate me about the different weapons that could be used to kill me. What a great subject to speak about over the fire.

Balin taught me about the politics of the dwarves, especially regarding to trading relationships used throughout Middle Earth. But he also indulged me in the study of mapping. I may have been taught in the ways of fighting for many years, but I had missed my chance at earning an education so this skill was more than just a leisurely hobby, I was being educated, and was so grateful to the advisor.

Fili and Kili continued to entertain me, but even more so, made me feel like I was protected and like a younger sibling. And Bilbo, he reminded me of the small things in life, the comforts that we sometimes get too attached to, but the very aspect of home itself. They all were becoming my friends.

The dwarves felt the same. They knew that coming on this quest meant they were putting their lives on the line at all times, and yet somehow deep down, there was that small pang of fear. Having such a kind, young woman along on the quest allowed them to remind themselves of what good and beauty was left in the world, even if she was human and showed her no prejudice.

However all the while, I kept my distance from our “great” leader, knowing that if I showed anymore kindness he would only use it as ammunition against me. Ever since my outburst I had avoided every encounter with him, even the chance of standing beside him, knowing that my stubbornness would get the best of me.

As we set up camp once more, Bilbo helped me off my pony, allowing me to turn to it swiftly with a large smile, gently caressing its snout as it nudged my face, ‘Good job girl, you’ve done great today.’ However looked up at the loud huff that was released by Gandalf as he stormed away from Thorin who smugly stared at the elder’s back.

Bilbo noticed this too. ‘Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?’ But the elderly wizard ignored him, muttering fast and, most probably, unkind words about the stubbornness of dwarves as he continued off into the forest beyond. Nevertheless I turned to Balin in worry, ‘Is he coming back?’

He only gave an unsure look, glancing off towards Thorin who spoke in hush tones with Dwalin. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to and soon found myself standing before the dwarf. ‘Why must you always decline the help of others? Do you really see that all breeds beside your own are that inferior all because of that one day?’

I could see his jaw go rigid at my words, Dwalin giving me a stern look which I completely ignored, ‘Lord Elrond is open to helping all who walk through his lands, including dwarves! If we pass through those mountains and go to Rivendell he will assist you in finding away to your mountain and retrieving your home back-’

‘I don’t think I asked for the opinion of a halfwitted human. If I did I would’ve looked elsewhere besides the likes of a woman.’ I heard the company go silent at this, some even gasping at the words that escaped their leader’s lips. Instead of showing my anger, I only smiled, Thorin’s smug look instantly fading, ‘Is that really the best you’ve got? You have to try harder to break me your highness.’

With a flick of my hair, I returned to Bilbo and Balin’s side, the hobbit’s mouth agape as the elderly dwarf just shook his head, ‘You are just as stubborn as each other.’ I just let out a huff at this, turning away to undo my pack.

As the sun fell and the stars began to awaken, as the Company fell into the usual routine, Fili appeared out of the trees rather shaken, tripping his way over to me. This caught my attention, my eyebrows furrowing quickly, ‘Fili what’s wrong?’

‘I need you to come with me right now! Kili and I kinda lost the ponies and were taken by trolls and now Bilbo is in trouble and we need-’

‘Whoa! Fili what’s going on-’

‘Come Y/N! NOW!’ And without another word he disappeared into the forest once more. I turned towards the rest of the company, who all appeared to be doing their own thing, my eyes quickly glancing towards Thorin who had his back to me before trekking after the young dwarf. I soon found myself on the same path as he was before he suddenly pulled me behind a large tree trunk. ‘Fili what the-’

He slapped his hand over my mouth, muffling my voice. He held his finger to his own lips, only to turn my head, my eyes widening at the sight of three large trolls gathered around a large bonfire, the familiar neighing of ponies catching my attention, only for me to grumble beneath my breath. Why does it have to be my horse thats taken?!

There was a loud shriek, averting my eyes up to find Bilbo hung by his leg … by a troll! Who held him fast as sniffed him with a smirk, ‘Gotcha! Are there any more of you little fellas `iding where you shouldn’t?’

‘Nope! None at all-’

I turned back to Fili, only to gasp as I found Kili in his place, but there was no time for questioning, ‘We’ve got to do something! What if they hurt him?!’

‘Maybe we should wait it out Y/N, looks like he’s handling himself very well!’ I turned to him with an incredulous look as Bilbo was thrown between the trolls, ‘“He’s handling himself very well?!” Kili he’s about to be come a scrap of meat! We’ve got to do something!’

‘He’s lying! Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal-’ At this both Kili and I jumped through the bushes, our swords raised and battle cries leaving our lips as we ascended towards the legs of the trolls, slicing where we could, smirking when one of them fell to their knees with a high shrill shriek, ‘You want squealing? I’ll make you squeal, all right!’

‘Drop him!’ Kili cried, holding his sword at the neck of the fallen troll who almost seemed to whimper at the dwarf who was three times smaller than him, the trolls almost dazed at the sudden attack as one of them slurred, ‘You what?’

‘I said drop him now you piece of scum!’ Except it wasn’t really the best result, the troll smirking and breaking out into laughter. I took the chance to crawl between their legs, only to slash at the knee of the troll that held Bilbo, only for it to let out a howl and throw the poor hobbit right into Kili, both of them flying into a tree trunk.

At this I instantly turned back, my sword at the ready as I ducked as a hand the size of an elephants foot came flying at me, only to slash once more at another one of the trolls legs. The roar of battle cry forced me to turn, unable to stop the smile that appeared on my face at the sight of Thorin and the other dwarves, their weapons drawn and throwing themselves at the three large monsters.

However those few little seconds cost me my loss of concentration, the blow to my head was the last thing I remember. I was unconscious before I even hit the ground.

I awoke slowly to find myself bathed in sunlight, groaning as I opened my eyes, surrounded by the familiar faces of the dwarves who smiled down at me at the sight of my awakening. Including a familiar wizard. ‘Ahh, Gandalf. So good to see you’ve returned.’

‘My dear you gave us all quite a fright! Are you all right?’ He said gently as he helped me sit up. Oh I had missed him, even though it had only been a couple of hours without him. ‘Yes I’m okay-Ahhh!’ My eyelids were stretched apart, looking in the corner of my catch sight of Oin, the dwarves snickering at my reaction before he placed his hand to my forehead.

During this time I was able to look around at my surroundings to find that the trolls that had been such a big thorn in our side were frozen, now made of stone.Of course, the dwarves must’ve distracted them until dawn! Brilliant!

‘You’ll be fine lassy, as long as you take extra care when we travel.’

I gave a curt nod to the healer as Dwalin came to my side, pulling me to my feet swiftly with a grunt as the dwarves cheered, clapping me on the back or ruffling my hair with large smiles. I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell at such a gesture.

Bilbo smiled up at me, gripping my shoulder, ‘Its good to see that your all right Y/N.’

‘What about you? Are you okay? You were shaken up a bit by those trolls,’ I said, turning to him quickly. ‘A couple of bruises but nothing too bad, thanks to you-’

‘Y/N?’ I turned to the two princes at the shy calling of my name, smiling they looked at me with sadness and regret in their eyes. ‘Guys I know what you’re going to say-’

Kili silenced me with a raised hand before he spoke, ‘Were so sorry Y/N we didn’t mean to get you hurt! We just thought it would be best to ask for your assistance when Bilbo was taken-’

‘HER?’ We turned at the outburst to find Thorin in the midst of the company of dwarves. He almost resembled a wolf at the way he was heaving and his wild hair coursing down his chest, ‘Of all the members of our company you thought it was best to ask HER for help when facing those trolls?! She couldn’t even save herself last night!’

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at this, the two princes groaning at the sound of their Uncle’s anger, Fili instantly stepping forward defensively, ‘Your wrong Uncle! If only you had seen her last night you would think differently, she should earn your respect-’

At this Thorin pushed past his nephew, getting right in my face, leaning over me to sneer in my face, ‘I’d rather slit my throat than give my respect to such filth, let alone be saved by it.’

Even though the words crushed my heart, I stood my ground, allowing myself closer to the dwarves’ face, feeling his heated breath upon my cheeks, ‘Same to you dirt bag.’ I pushed past him roughly with my head down, ignoring as he called after me, ‘What?! Nothing more to say Y/N?!’

I ran. And I didn’t stop until I found myself in a large clearing. Finally I leant against one of the great oak trees, holding my fist roughly against my mouth to stop the sobs from echoing around me. Why had I agreed to all of this? As always, I ended up as the garbage that was being dragged.

Back at the troll camp, Thorin was sent multiple dirty looks by the company members, Bilbo muttering something under his breath before running into the forest in the same direction as Y/N had. Gandalf too cast him a glare before following after the hobbit. Suddenly Thorin was pushed roughly to the side by Dwalin, ‘What is wrong with you laddie?! What did she ever do to you!’

‘What do you mean what’s wrong-’

‘My brother is right, you treat her as if she was a being worse than an orc itself! What is it that makes you hate the lassie so much unlike the many other human warriors you’ve fought beside-’

Thorin turned to Balin, now towering over the elder, ‘Warrior?! She is no warrior! She and that hobbit are slowing us down! We could’ve made much further progress than we already have if it weren’t for those two!’

‘You need that hobbit by your side Thorin! He is our burglar-’

‘AND you need Y/N in this company Uncle! You horribly underestimate her!’ Kili interjected, his Uncle turning on him now, ‘What? What have I not analysed to show that she’s a stick in the mud-’

‘SHE SAVED MY LIFE!’ Silence fell over the company, Kili’s outburst catching the attention of all, even a couple of birds taking flight in the distance. The young dwarf’s face was torn between anger and sadness, ‘Not only mine but Bilbo’s! She could’ve turned down helping us but she did not question us and went straight into battle! She nearly got herself killed by those trolls because she saved both Bilbo and I.’

Thorin couldn’t help but stare at Kili, his eyes even wandering over the rest of his company, unable to find the words to recuperate at his youngest nephew. Kili just sighed, ‘I’m going to find my friend, maybe you should show her some gratitude the next time you encounter her.’ And with that, he turned on his heel and journeyed further into the forest, his brother following after cast a dark look at his Uncle, and slowly one by one the rest of the dwarves followed on.

Dwalin was left beside the leader of the company, turning to him, ‘I know you don’t like the lass, not even sure why, but you can no longer show prejudice to her. She’s done a lot more for the company than you know, even for you.’

And then Thorin was left by himself in the centre of the troll camp, alone with his thoughts, and the slow but ever growing guilt that allowed his heart to grow heavy.

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Connected souls (Fili x Reader)

A/N: Requested by anon: May I request #88 w/ Fili? [...]

#88 = “After everything... I’d still choose you.”

Thank you so much for your request and I’m really sorry that it took me nearly two weeks to write it, but this one is for you and I really hope you like it.

I had planned to make this a twoshot, but I decided to not let you wait any longer.

I used Khuzdul in this, but I put the translation right behind the words in brackets, for that you guys won’t have to scroll down all the time xx.

I hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 4282 (I don’t know what happened...)

Warnings: Lots of drama, I never thought that I’m the drama queen type of girl lmao, but I guarantee you a happy ending.

~*~

You nervously fumbled with the fabric of your long (F/C) dress, as you stood in front of the mirror and looked at yourself.

You werde all dolled up, because during the next minutes, a very important meeting would take place. You would finally meet Fili's uncle, King Thorin, as his fiancée.

After you and the young prince had dated for months now, all without the knowing of Thorin, he yesterday had asked to court you and you had happily said yes, making all your dreams come true.

When you had first come to Erebor after the battle of the five armies with your uncle Bilbo, who wanted to visit his dwarven friends, Fili had automatically drawn all your attention to himself.

Whenever you'd see him, you'd secretly admire him from afar, gazing at his muscular figure and his cute smile. You even asked your uncle Bilbo a lot of questions about him, loving to hear about his braveness and dedication to safe his family and friends.

You hadn't really had much hope to actually be with him, though and tried to be content with only meeting his eyes occasionally or, even better, him giving you a smile and a wink whenever he passed you.

So when he then suddenly one day didn't just walk past you but instead came up right to you and wanted to know if you'd like to spend some time with him, everything changed.

Both of you had soon inaugurated Bilbo, and Kili had known it from the beginning anyway, for him being the one to push Fili to finally ask you out, as your blonde prince had told you later.

But Thorin had been something different, because Fili had not been sure if his uncle would have accepted a realtionship between a dwarf and a hobbit and both of you had been too afraid that he wouldn't allow it.

Anyhow, now the situation was different.

You weren't only Fili's girlfriend, but his fiancée, the woman he wanted to marry. So he had decided to finally tell his uncle today, and that's why you were here.

You were pulled out of your thoughts, when you felt two arms slunging around your waist from behind and smelled the pure scent of your lover, as he draped his chin on your shoulder.

„You look beautiful, Kurdunuh (= my heart).“

You smiled lightly, as you caressed his cheek and turned your head to gently kiss the other. By the time you had spend here, Fili had taught you a few things in Khuzdul, mostly love phrases, while Kili, his troublesome but loveable younger brother, only ever taught you insults and curses. When it came to you, you found both useful.

„Thank you, men daor (= my dear). I think it's time?“

You looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and as you saw the love for you, that his eyes were filled with, you asked yourself how you could've gotten so lucky.

„Yes.“

You slowly nodded your head and sighed heavily, and Fili knew you too well to not notice that something was bothering you.

„What is it, gimlelul (= my brightest star)?“

It wasn't your intention to burden Fili with your insecurities, so you tried to play it down and put on a fake smile.

„Oh, it's nothing, don't worry, my love.“

But as you looked in Fili's face and saw his sympathetic and yet expectant smile as he raised his eyebrows, you knew he wouldn't let loose.

„It's actually really stupid,“ you sighed, while he still said nothing and waited for you to keep talking, „but I don't know what I'd do, if your uncle wouldn't approve our engagement. I... I can't loose you.“

Your voice went quieter and quieter while you talked and you were surprised, when Fili turned you around and hugged you, holding you close to him.

„A world where I'm going to leave you still needs to be created. There's nothing my uncle could do to part me from you, I promise.“

All of a sudden you felt the urge to cry, but you forced back your tears succesfully and just nuzzled your nose deeper in that certain place, where his neck ended and his shoulders began. This was probably your favorite place on earth.

„And,“ he added, „I think we have Kili on our side too. He'd simply chew Thorin's ear off and look at him with those big brown eyes and uncle won't be able to resist. Simple as that.“

You couldn't help yourself but giggle at his words, causing Fili to grin pleased with himself for being able to make you laugh.

„There you go, now come and let's go. There's no reason to put it off any longer.“

He offered you his hand and an encouraging smile, which you accepted and returned. You were now more optimistic that everything would come out well. How could it not, when Fili was right by your side, right?

Oh you were wrong, so wrong. But you should find out about it soon enough.

Thorin awaited you in the throne room, for that he had wanted to talk with Fili about something very important and the young prince had decided that this would be the perfect opportunity, to announce something very important himself, too.

As you and Fili entered the throne room, Thorin was already there, as well as Kili, their mother and your hopefully soon mother-in-law to be, Dis and another dwarrowdam you didn't know, but you didn't pay much attention to her.

Kili in the meanwhile was talking insitently to Thorin, his face expression was upset, even furious and you started to feel uneasy, not knowing what was going on.

As they noticed your entrance, they went still and Thorin and his sister wore a supposedly calm mask, while Kili seemed to be full of rage. But behind his anger, there also was a hint of compassion, while he was looking at you and his brother.

„Fili, I'm glad you could come,“ Thorin spoke to his nephew, his powerful voice filling the whole hall.

„and you too, (Y/N). Bilbo's niece is always welcome here.“

You respectfully bowed your head and scraped up your best Khuzdul as you spoke.

„Dolzekh menu, thane men Thorin (= Thank you, my King Thorin).“

The king seemed pleased about your attempt to speak his language and nodded at you in approval, increasing your hope that he'd maybe accept you as Fili's wife.

Fili then looked at you, as in asking for your permission to announce your engagement and you nodded, squeezing his hand tighter and he squeezed back, turning to his uncle.

Thorin noticed your hands and frowned, already suspecting what was going on.

„Uncle, (Y/N) and I have something to announce. Yesterday I-“

He was interrupted by Thorin holding out his hand.

„Don't forget what you were saying, irak'makk (= nephew), but let me introduce you to Menina first, the princess of the Firebeard Dwarfs from Mount Dolmed.“

During your time in Erebor, you hadn't seen many dwarrowdams, for that they were well protected and hidden, but from the few you had seen, Menina was clearly the most beautiful.

She had a beard like every dwarf-women, but it looked as silky and groomed like her flaming red locks and her eyes were of the brightest green you'd ever seen.

But Fili only had a brief glance for her.

„Hello“, he greeted her scarcely and then went back to face his uncle.

„As I was saying, (Y/N) and I-“

„I have big news for you, Fili. I made an agreement with her family, and you and Menina are getting married in two months. She is your fiancée.“

You and Fili both didn't realise what he was saying at first, but then as his words were repeated in your head, it was as if he had stabbed a sword right through your chest. She is your fiancée.

You gasped, nearly losing your steady with Fili being the only support that held you upright.

„Wha... What are you saying, uncle? My fiancée? This woman? No. (Y/N)... (Y/N) is my fiancée, I'm going to marry her, not some stranger! That's what I wanted to tell you“, his voice sounded imploring, pleading for his uncle's understanding.

„A marriage between a hobbit and the prince of Erebor? No, that is out of question. You are going to be the king of this kingdom, Fili, and you need a queen by your side for that. A dwarven queen. I'm sure (Y/N) is a nice girl, but you can't marry her.“

With every word he said, it was like he was inserting more and more swordS into you body, all painfully slow, and his words echoed through your head, nearly causing you to vomit.

„A nice girl?! I love her, Thorin! I'm not going to marry any other woman besides her and I don't care about her race, I'd even take her if she was an elf, because her inside is more valuable to me than any jewel in this world, the arkenstone included! So either you give us your approval for our marriage, or I'll leave Erebor and you will never see me again!“ There was no imploring anymore, his voice sounded merciless and full of anger.

He slung an arm around your shoulders, pressing you at his side and you had heard his mother wincing when he was talking about leaving.

„For once in your life, do not rush things and just think about it, Fili. In the life of a king, love is only incidental. You have to do what is best for your kingdom and your people. A king can't just marry out of love and that is a fact!“

As he was looking at both of you, helding on to each other with determinded and painful faces, his heart ached and his eyes grew softer. He wished that he wouldn't have have to do this, but reality was and always has been cruel.

He stood up from his throne and walked over to you, resting a hand on his nephews shoulder.

„Look, I am sorry, I really am. In another life, I wouldn't have said anything against your marriage and give you my blessing, but it is like it is. A king has to sacrifice himself to his folk and you as the future king are going to begin with this marriage, there is no other way.“

Fili angrily wiped his hand from his shoulder. „No, this is never going to happen! If this is really your last word, then was it also the last you ever said to me. (Y/N) and I are leaving right now.“

Only as Fili was talking, you began to realize what he was all giving up for you.

It was not only the life he was trained and prepared for since he was born, but also his family. There was no way you could answer for that. It took all your brave and nobleness to say the following sentence.

„No Fili, you're... you're uncle is right“, you interfered, nearly choking on your words.

„What are you talking about?“, Fili asked puzzled.

„I can't let you loose everything because of me“, tears started to swell up in your eyes and you barely managed to keep them in.

„(Y/N)-“, Fili started, but you interrupted him.

„I-I just... I can't.“

You quickly turned away to prevent everyone from seeing you crying and paced out of the room as fast as you could without actually starting to run.

You couldn't bare being in this room any longer. All your dreams and all your hopes had been shattered within a few seconds by a few words.

You had barely made it out of the room, as Fili caught up to you and held you back.

„(Y/N), men furkhel, men urzudel (= my life of lives, my sun of all suns),“ the tears started to run down faster at his words and you sobbed, as he cupped your cheeks and gently wiped away yout tears with his thumbs,

„what did you mean with you can't let me loose everything? Don't you know, that without you, nothing I possess has a meaning to me?“

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. „No Fili, maybe you mean that now, but what about in a few years? Your uncle is right, I can't give you what you need. I have nothing what it takes to be a queen. I am weak, I can barely protect myself and I don't know anything about rulership. You... you're going to be king and you should take Menina,“ her name was like poison in your mouth and you could barely spit it out, dying inside at the thought of Fili, your love, being with another woman, „she can give you what you need, she is a princess and a dwarf, while I'm... I'm just a hobbit, Fili, let's face it, I can't offer you anything. No one would accept our love.“

„I don't care, don't you understand? After everything... I'd still choose you. I don't need this,“ he motioned his arm around to symbolize you the kingdom. „I've been homeless for the most of my life and I realize now, that if I leave Erebor, I'd still not be homeless as long as I'm with you, because you are my home. I don't care about being a king, I only care about being with you.“

Oh, his words were so beautiful and you wanted to believe them so much, or wait, you wanted his words to be enough so much.

Because you already believed that Fili was honest, at this moment, but what if in ten or twenty, hell, even in fifty years he'd realize what he had all given up on because of you and then started to hold that against you? Making you responsible for that mistake?

The truth was, he'd be damn right and you couldn't let it get this far.

Fili needed his family and his place was right here in Erebor, not somewhere in the wilderness with a useless hobbit.

So you made the hardest decision in your whole life, believing that it was the only right thing to do.

It was probably a mistake, but you couldn't hold yourself back and kissed his lips one time, then a second. Putting all your feelings for him in those kisses, swearing yourself to never forget the feeling of his lips on yours.

„No Fili, I can't take you life away from you, I just can't, please understand“, you then said.

„(Y/N), no, don't do this. Don't give up on us.“

You took his hand that was trying to hold you back in yours and kissed it one last time, pouring his scent in your nose.

„We were just a dream, Fili,“you said and smiled sadly through your tears while at the same time you were asking yourself, where you'd gotten that strength from to do all of this „your future is bound to someone else. The time with you was the best in my life and I don't think I'll ever love someone beside you, but you will, I'm sure of that. Dayamu khuzan ai-menu (= Blessings of the ancestors upon you).“

With that, you let his hands slip out of yours, took in his features one last time, from the bottom to the top, saved them in your memories and then turned your back on him, walking out of the gates of Erebor and out of Fili's life.

You didn't go back to your room to pack your things because you knew that one second longer in his presence, you wouldn't be able to stay on your decision.

You knew that Fili's last expression, the look of raw pain and sorrow as you left, would haunt you until eternity and you had been honest as you said, that you'd never in your life would stop loving him, but this was your burden to carry, your sacrifice to enable the person you loved most on this planet the life he deserved.

Your first stop was in Dale, where you sold the old necklace you had inherited from your family and bought some food and clothes with the money. It was hard to seperate yourself from that necklace, but it was the only choice you had and since you'd never in your life would sell the ring Fili had given you for your engagement.

As soon as you had everything you needed, you moved on, not planning to stay anywhere near the prince. You also didn't want to return to the shire and uncle Bilbo, not wanting to act like everything was okay by your family, when in real, you'd just left most of your heart and yourself in Erebor by Fili.

So you wandered around, staying here and there, but never settling anywhere.

After two years, when you were somewhere in the brown lands, eating in a dilapidated Inn, you heard the news of prince Fili having married a dwarven princess a few days ago.

You had cried a lot in this night, while at the same time you had been happy that he seemed to have moved on and started a new life.

You smiled as you imagined him laughing happily, but your smile soon turned into sobbs as you realized that you weren't the one he was happy with.

There wasn't anything you could do, it had been your choice, at least. Your fate seemed to be to wander around this world heartbroken on your own and death being your only, final salvation.

*~ ten long years later ~*

Yesterday you had arrived in Mirkwood, the nearest place to Erebor you dared to go, for that you were sure that none of the dwarfs would ever come voluntarily to elvish lands.

You had seen nearly every corner of middle earth, but you always found yourself returning to this one certain forest. It wasn't like you had any special bounding to the elves, you didn't detest each other, but you weren't best friends either. They always welcomed you and gave you some place to sleep, but that's that.

Some dark, little corner of your brain whispered that you only ever came here to catch a glance of Erebor on the way again, where he lived, but it was easy enough to ignore this voice.

Its been twelve years since you left Fili, but he hadn't had made his way out of your mind even for one second.

The image of him was always clearly in your head, while his voice was constantly in your ears and his scent in your nose. You hadn't forgotten one single thing about him.

Back in present, you had just gotten out of the bath – you had to admit ungrudgingly that here in Mirkwood were the best ones – when you overheard two elven guards talking about new guests. You hadn't intended to listen, but as soon as the word 'dwarf' was mentioned, everything else was forgotten.

„Do you remember the last time those dwarfs where here?“, asked the elf with black hair.

„Yeah, but then there had been a dozen of them. Now it's only the King and his heir, keeping the realtionship between the kingdoms peaceful and steady, I guess“, the she-elf answered, shrugging lightly.

You didn't get the rest of the conversation.

The king and his heir... could they mean Fili? Could he actually be here? Your thoughts were spinning and your breathing increased. After all these years, you might be able to take a glimpse on his delicate features again, and you didn't even dared to think about his smile.

You knew that this was wrong, that he had married another woman and that there was no chance he would still love you.

But you were so messed up and you couldn't remember how it was when your heart wasn't aching anyways, that you didn't care about to consequences and rushed in the room, the guards were standing in front of. They didn't try to stop you because come on, there was no way a hobbit could harm any of the royals and you weren't unfamiliar to them.

The room you entered was more of a hall, with very high ceilings and a lots of space. What caught your attention was a large table at the end of this room. You recognized King Thranduil at one end, with a few consultants, but you didn't pay much attention to them.

At the other end was Thorin, who had noticed your entrance and the second he recognized you, his calm expression turned into a dumbfounded one, not believing his eyes.

Right next to him was... your breath caught. It was him, it was really him.

His before bored looking, beautiful blue eyes suddenly went wide as he saw you, staring at you in disbelief.

You in the meanwhile were nearly absorbing his frame and you noticed, that he had changed a lot. He seemed to have matured in the years you were gone and it looked like he had gained some muscles.

But the biggest difference to before were his eyes, those astonishing saphires, they were... matte, they lost their shine.

Fili stood up from his seat, not caring that he interrupted Thranduil in what he was saying and slowly made his way over to you, still not sure if he could believe his eyes.

„(Y/N)? Amralimê (=my love), is that you?“

You closed your eyes at the familiar word, tears burning in your eyes. How many times had you imagined him saying that to you again?

Not long after, you sensed him now standing in front of you, but your eyes were still closed and as you felt him gently cupping your chin, goosebumps started to creep up your whole body.

„Open your eyes, please“, he asked silently.

You did as he said, and the tensed expression in his eyes turned to shock as he let go of you chin and after that, they turned meltingly soft.

„It really is you“, he stated and then, without a warning, he dove in and slung his arms around you, pressing you to his body tightly and holding on to you as if his life depended on it.

„I finally found you,“ he whispered into your ear, „and I won't let you go ever again.“

You were speechless, you'd never imagined him being happy about seeing you again. It was you who had left him, after all and he had created himself a new life, one, where there was no place for you, as you had thought. And what did he mean with that he won't let you go?

„B-But Fili,“ you said when you found your voice again and you loved the way his name rolled of your tongue, „I heard the news, you're... you're married and... I don't want to disrupt anything.“

He leaned back and cupped your cheeks, smiling. „Then you didn't hear that she wanted to divorce only one month later?“

You gasped, no, you certainly hadn't heard that.

„I never touched her and I couldn't give her what she wanted, because my heart was with another.“ What was he saying, was someone playing a trick on you? It was impossible that this was really happening.

„I love you and only you, I always have and always will. Khaz torak rar azamar (= Our souls are forever joined), I'm certain of this. Come back to Erebor with me, there won't be anyone standing in our way, I promise.“

Hot burning tears made their way down your cheeks and Fili wiped them away. This scenery was painfully familiar to you, because the last time this happened, it was because you were leaving him. But now, it was because you returned to him and he let you, he really let you.

„Men lananubukhs menu (= I love you),“ you slowly said, not sure if you were saying it right but he'd get your intention, „more than anything, more than my life. If you allow me, I will stay by your side but this time until I take my last breath and not a second earlier.“

The smile Fili now gave you was as bright and happy as the one when you gave him your yes twelve years ago. His eyes were literally burning with joy. He leaned down and kissed you, at first gently, but then more passionate and fiercely. You could taste all the pain and sorrow he felt throughout the last decade and you kissed him back as wildly as himself.

You only returned to this world, as you heard someone clearing his throat loudly. You breaked the kiss to look and saw it was Thorin, who tried to look at you both sternly, but he couldn't hide all of his amusement and the sparkle in his eyes to not let you know, that he was happy to see his nephew smiling again.

If someone had asked you one hour ago, if you'd ever come back together with the love of your life, you'd just shook your head, not even wanting to talk about this topic because it still hurt so much. Now, you were certain that your life wouldn't end with you wandering around all by yourself, hurting and thinking about Fili, but with him by your side, making your life complete until the very end.

#mine #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit x reader #fili x reader #fili #kili #thorin #imagine #the hobbit imagine #fili imagine #fili fanfic #drama #fluff #its-allaboutfanfic

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appendix blog, part 3

“working out... is.... good?”

Hey so I’m skipping Eorl, I already blogged him, or at least I read him. I don’t conceptually separate those processes any more, thanks fiends. I, uh, I meant to type friends there but let’s call it a Freudian typo.

Ah fuck yes after the list of Rohirrim kings it’s time for DURIN’S FOLK

So “Durin is the name that the Dwarves used for the eldest of the Seven Fathers of their race.” Are we ever going to hear about the other six fathers, or is it one of those things where dwarves are extremely close-mouthed about it and only Durin, who they cannot ever shut up about, is ever mentioned near other races?

Durin “slept alone” until the awakening of his people. Did all dwarves sleep alone? Is this a gem kindergarten situation? Please say yes. Please say there is a Durin-shaped hole somewhere that is only known to dwarves and they like, sometimes try to fit themselves into it. The one who is the same size and shape as the original Durin becomes Durin the N+1th. “This hole was made for me,” he declares, and fits himself into it. Everyone cheers, and then they fish him out with a hook before he can slide too far into the mountain. Anyway during the time of Durin VI the dwarves, who are in an absolutely defensible position but are too bored to stop mining, wake up a balrog and have to flee. Durin VI’s son Nain goes to Erebor and finds a very nice rock; most of the Khazad-dum dwarves go to the Grey Mountains in the north, because exploring is fun and profitable! Unfortunately north of the mountain everything is full of dragons. “At last Dáin I, together with Frór his second son, was slain at the door of his hall by a great cold-drake.” I really like the implication I just made up, that the north is full of dragons because they migrated from Angband.

BTW Dain’s other sons are Thror and Gror. Apparently there’s something absolutely essential about the fabric of Ea that makes all peoples independently name their kids dumb themed names. Someone during the Song of Songs or w/e they’re calling it these days accidentally kept repeating one of their trills and it became a line of code essential to the nature of life. Fuck this.

Thror goes to Erebor again, and he makes lots of friendly alliances with other dwarf clans and the humans who live near Erebor (’northmen’). UNFORTUNATELY you cannot have a great and extremely wealthy time around here without a dragon hearing about it, so Smaug the Golden comes to say hi. Thrain II and his dad Thror (original flavor) flee in secret, and then Thror goes into Khazad-dum (possibly it was a suggestion of his Ring). Thror’s bff creeps over to the doors of Khazad-dum and a bunch of orcs are hiding behind the doorframe with Thror’s corpse, presumably working his jaw like a puppet, and laughing their asses off. Written on Thror’s face is the word AZOG. He is king of Khazad-dum now. Thror’s bff tries to take his body for burial, but the orcs throw a sack of small change at his head. It sounds pretty funny to me, but for Nar it’s probably a horrifying parody of a weregild, and an insult. When he looks back, the orcs are hacking up Thror’s body to feed to the local crows. Omg I hope orcs and crows are friends.

Thrain and Nar muster a ton of dwarves to fight, because this will not be borne. They cut through most of the orc strongholds like butter BUT Azog has been saving his strength in Khazad-dum. “So began the Battle of Azanulbizar, at the memory of which the Orcs still shudder and the Dwarves weep.” I LOVE. The fact that absolutely everyone who was involved with this battle in any way has inherited trauma about it. War is no good for anyone at all! Azog has a jolly old time doing murders, until he realizes that HIS guys are actually getting more murdered! He kills Nain and laughs at him, but Nain’s son Dain unexpectedly kills him. It’s accounted extremely heroic, because Dain is like, 16 in dwarf years. It says that “long life and many battles lay before him, until old but unbowed he fell at last in the War of the Ring.” Wait um. Do you mean... the one that takes place in Lord of the Rings? Were dwarves fighting in that?? This is taking place WAY after the Last Alliance isn’t it?? No okay I looked at the end and found the answer, which is that the War of the Ring actually was like 100 years long but relatively low-intensity for most of it.

Anyway,

When at last the battle was won the Dwarves that were left gathered in Azanulbizar. They took the head of Azog and thrust into its mouth the purse of small money, and then they set it on a stake. But no feast nor song was there that night; for their dead were beyond the count of grief. Barely half of their number, it is said, could still stand or had hope of healing.

Half of everyone is dead or dying, and the dwarf alliance still uses their last bit of energy to be petty. Iconic.

Thrain wants to claim Khazad-dum and live there, but everyone else flat-out refuses. Still a balrog in there, dude! I mean, it didn’t bother the orcs, though. I don’t think balrogs really discriminate between orcs and other sorts of dudes, so maybe they could sneak up and kill it in its sleep! But Dain says that the world must change and some other power come before Durin’s folk will live again in Moria. That was Gandalf, right? He did slay the balrog. I hope the dwarves can come back now in the fourth age!! It’s going to take so much fixing up but like... it still exists, mostly intact. A chance to reclaim their heritage.

Thrain and his son Thorin go into exile with the few people who will still follow him--almost everyone is pissed that he got their entire families killed and they can’t even go get treasure in Khazad-dum. So Thrain and co settle in the east of Ered Luin. There’s a bit here about how the Seven Rings turned out to be totally pointless for Sauron because you simply Cannot enslave dwarves. “They were made from their beginning of a kind to resist most steadfastly any domination. Though they could be slain or broken, they could not be reduced to shadows enslaved to another will.” I love the implication that because dwarves were sculpted--note that we never hear AFAIK what elves or humans are made of!--they are more substantial and solid. Mmm I think they have a super solid connection to Arda, and just as even Arda Marred is still largely influenced by the Valar dwarves cannot be wholly corrupted. IDK it’s just the,,, shadow vs stone thing. Sauron enslaves people and it destroys their substance. Dwarves are too substantial? Someone help me out here.

Thrain is still influenced by the Ring, though, driven to go in search of Erebor and its treasure again.

As soon as he was abroad with few companions he was hunted by the emissaries of Sauron. Wolves pursued him, Orcs waylaid him, evil birds shadowed his path, and the more he strove to go north the more misfortunes opposed him. There came a dark night when he and his companions were wandering in the land beyond Anduin, and they were driven by a black rain to take shelter under the eaves of Mirkwood. In the morning he was gone from the camp, and his companions called him in vain...

I love how fairy-tale-ish this passage is. Wolves pursued him! Evil birds shadowed his path! He vanished utterly into air! Sauron was the boojum all along! I’m jazzed about this. Less jazzed about the following explanation: he was kidnapped and tortured in Dol Guldur. Whatever, I guess.

Meanwhile Thorin, who is now king, hammers away on his anvil. It will keep his arm strong. Hella.

Thorin meets Gandalf by accident in an inn in Bree and is like “hey I have been having dreams about you, that’s pretty weird right?” “No no,” says Gandalf, “actually I have been dreaming about you too.” And THAT is how The Hobbit happened.

Wait omg it says here Fili and Kili are Thorin’s “sister-sons.” THIS IMPLIES THE EXISTENCE OF A SECOND DWARF GENDER... WTF... don’t fucking toy with my heart like this Johnald. AH--

Dís was the daughter of Thráin II. She is the only dwarf-woman named in these histories. It was said by Gimli that there are few dwarf-women, probably no more than a third of the whole people. They seldom walk abroad except at great need. They are in voice and appearance, and in garb if they must go on a journey, so like to the dwarf-men that the eyes and ears of other peoples cannot tell them apart. This has given rise to the foolish opinion among Men that there are no dwarf-women, and that the Dwarves 'grow out of stone'.

It is because of the fewness of women among them that the kind of the Dwarves increases slowly, and is in peril when they have no secure dwellings. For Dwarves take only one wife or husband each in their lives, and are jealous, as in all matters of their rights. The number of dwarf-men that marry is actually less than one-third. For not all the women take husbands: some desire none; some desire one that they cannot get, and so will have no other.

Why did they even mention Dis? She doesn’t do anything. I’m retconning, this, obviously. Dwarves just have a super low fertility rate, and woman gender is one of those things that like... doesn’t translate well. There’s no woman gender, because dwarves haven’t invented gender. There’s just dwarves who are currently capable of bearing children. I can’t remember if I got this from Pratchett or not, but it’s a good chance. I just really like the idea that dwarves kind of nod and smile uncertainly when asked to understand a culture that has genders. “Humans really do have an exceptionally high fertility rate,” murmurs one to another. “A lot of ‘women.’” “One just can’t keep track of them,” sighs the other. This is kind of incoherent because Tolkien is actively trying to ruin it, but whatever. Moving on.

After the fall of Sauron, Gimli brought south a part of the Dwarf-folk of Erebor, and he became Lord of the Glittering Caves. He and his people did great works in Gondor and Rohan. For Minas Tirith they forged gates of mithril and steel to replace those broken by the Witch-king. Legolas his friend also brought south Elves out of Greenwood, and they dwelt in Ithilien, and it became once again the fairest country in all the westlands.

Nice! Gay! Also holy shit, mithril gates. Where the hell did they get all that. Hey maybe Sauron had a huge stockpile of mithril and some people went to sift thru the wreckage of Mordor and reclaim it. Radical.

We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin's son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should receive him, or that the Lords of the West should permit it.

Hey. Hey. That’s gay.

#blog of the rings

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POTO 2004 movie, Rogue One and Peter Jackson's The Hobbit.

Thank you very much!

POTO 2004:

1) Just… fire Joel Schumacher and hire another director. I don’t know what was Andrew Lloyd Webber even thinking. And honestly, most of the problems the movie has and that everyone complains about and throws on the cast (and it can get pretty toxic at times) are Schumacher’s fault most of the time.

2) Seriously, the movie could have done so much more with the disfigurement? I mean, the stage show forces the makeup department to come up with something that it’s feasible but still nasty, and it still does more of an effective job in that department. THEY COULD HAVE MADE ERIK NOSELESS FFS.

3) GIVE RAOUL A FRIGGING HAIR CUT. Like, it doesn’t even help that that hair cut was straight out of the 1830s, not the 1870s (where the movie is supposed to take place). Men had their hair cut short in the 1870s (https://www.uvm.edu/landscape/dating/clothing_and_hair/1870s_hair_men.php). It doesn’t help that long hair really doesn’t flatter him.

4) Seriously, why on Earth is the movie taking place in 1870 instead of 1881 like in the musical? It takes five minutes to Google “Paris 1870″ and see that France was in the middle of a freaking war with Prussia that was going to bring down the Second Freaking Empire with Napoleon III? And that Paris was besieged?

5) Okay, keep Gerard Butler, he had a good basic understanding of the character (UNLIKE SCHUMACHER), but at least have his singing parts dubbed? I mean, I’m not as harsh as some people can be about him since it’s clear he was super nervous about the singing parts (like, I feel sorry for the guy, tbh) and that he tried his damn best, but jeez, it wasn’t that hard to hire a professional singer for the singing parts (I mean, that’s what My Fair Lady did with Audrey Hepburn, back in the days). And if you’re still not happy, I would have LOVED to see David Bowie as the Phantom, not gonna lie.

(No, I will not say anything about Emmy Rossum’s singing, because while she does have trouble singing the score, which was written for Sarah Freaking Brightman, her voice still sounds more pleasing than some of the Disney Princess-ish sounding Christines the West End production has had over the years. Yes, I probably said a sacrilege, here.)

Rogue One:

1) Give a bit more info about Galen and Krennic’s relationship before the movie. Yeah, I know, it was all explained in Catalyst, but not everyone is going to pick up the novel. I mean, that at least would have been important, even if I know R1 glosses over the characters’ backstories in general.

2) I dunno, maybe spend a bit more time over Lyra’s death? Jeez, it happened so quickly I thought for a while she was just wounded and that Krennic was just going to use her to blackmail Galen. (Seriously, something like a Dr Freeze situation would have been amazing.)

3) Maybe give Jyn more of a motivation? Let me explain. Like, first half of the movie shows her not giving a fuck about the Empire. Okay, cool, fine. Then Galen dies. Next thing she does is going to Scarif with the gang to retrieve the plans. Okay. Thing is, her reason is mostly “it’s the right thing to do” and she goes and gives the big inspiring motivational speech, and considering how aloof she was at the beginning… it’s not very believable? Like, sure, have her doing a speech, but make it more of a rant and have her being more angry, and have her motivation being more avenging her father than saving the galaxy, then have her get character development and make her more selfless from there. I don’t know, it just makes more sense with what we’ve seen of Jyn at the beginning.

4) Have Baze or Chirrut be a lady instead of a dude? Just for the sake of Jyn not being the only girl? (I mean, you could have Bodhi being a girl too, but I like Riz Ahmed a bit too much in the role to want it to change.) (And don’t get me wrong: I LOVED Donnie Yen and Jiang Wen in the roles, it’s just a shame Jyn is the only female in the gang.)

5) Change the font used for the title drop at the beginning. It was so ugly. The one used in trailers and at Celebration was way better.

The Hobbit:

1) HAVE TWO MOVIES INSTEAD OF THREE. God, the third movie had so much filler.

2) JUST KILL ALFRID AT THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD MOVIE. JFC.

3) Remove the Tauriel/Kili/Legolas love triangle. It is so useless. (But yeah, that wasn’t Peter Jackson’s fault.)

4) Just change Tauriel’s hair color. The complaints about her being a Mary-Sue would calm down a notch. (Uuuuugh.)

5) GIVE THRANDUIL’S WIFE A NAME FFS.

Send me a book/movie/TV series and I’ll give you 5 things I’d change about it.

#phantom of the opera #phantom 2004 #star wars #rogue one #the hobbit #ewa-a-nie-chce-spac #ask meme

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Do strong female characters still exists?

It’s me again. Been a while, right? well... this post has been created thanks to a random thought in my brain were I compared Sarah (from Labyrinth) and Tauriel (yes, her again, I know that many years have passed but I’m still pissed by her existence).

So what do we understand by “Strong Female Character” or, better yet, what do we want as one?

Lately the entertainment industry has placed in our brains that a Strong Woman is the one who can kick ass just as good as a man. Is it like that? My answer is no.

A Strong Character (male or female) is the one that doesn’t give up no matter if the odds are on it’s favor or not. Someone who literally has the world against but is still ready to fight in the name of whatever he or she protects because deep down he/she knows is the right thing to do according to his/her morals. It’s quite important to highlight the “ is the right thing to do according to his/her morals” so we don’t fall through the ilussion that everything this character does is good or in name of a greater good: no everybody is goodie-goodie, you know... a villain can -and should- be a strong character too. He/she must evolve by learning from his/her mistakes and assume the consecuences of his/her actions. Doesn’t it sounds more compelling than an “super awesome strong character”? It does to me.

Strong Female Character

In the field of “women inside fictional stories” you can find the typical “Damsel in Distress”, the (so feared) “Mary Sue” and, I’d like to believe, the “Strong Female”.

For several years the Damsel in Distress was the norm. That virginal, pure, sweet girl or princess that had to be rescued from the claws of evil so she could live happily ever after in the arms of her beloved was The Thing. She was a role model back on the day when girls had to marry beasts (that sometimes were kind of a good guy after all) like Belle, or “be nice” like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Snowhite. Beeing physically weak was (apparently) quite appealing in a young woman and it was even better if she was ill as well (nothing to serious,off course, but enough for her to lie in a couch all day suffering... and I’m not making this up, I’ve read it in Agatha Christie’s autobiography. She complains more than once of how her grandmother seemed to wanted her to embody Camille’s -or La Dame aux Camélias- lead character so she could get a husband). All of us has seen this girl at least once.

Time passed by and women became a little more powerful year after year. And no, I didn’t made a big jump from 1700′s to the final days of 2016. I’m talking about those women who started to write and, while doing it, creating a new place for women. Louisa May Alcott, the Brontë sisters, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley are the names that all of us know and many might have read -I didn’t, I’ve only read Shelley’s Frankenstein, the others are not my cup of tea- and I’m quite sure that there are many many more. With them Strong Females were born. I know, “all of them dressed in pretty dresses and had no violent action nor knew how to fight... how could they be Strong Females?” well... maybe because they were always fighting to have a voice? or because they were trying to break the tradition of beeing a daugther to become a wife and later a mother? Jo March, trying to be a writer and not caring if anyone said that she wasn’t feminine enough (when she cuts her hair to get some money or because she whistles!), not to mention certain sacrifices she (and her sisters) do to live day by day, is a strong character. Would you deny it? Maybe she’s not “the one” that will end an evil goverment, she won’t beat the crap out of her enemies nor will face the world alone holding nothing but a pocket-knife... but she’s strong and anyone can relate herself with her (and a young woman who doesn’t like “Little Women” and never could read beyond the chapter of the party at Laurie’s -after trying to read the book twice- is saying that!). Josephine March can kick some serious Strong Female’s asses today and she was “born” in 1868! Those were real Strong Females and that’s why nowdays they are still considerated role models -maybe-.

The All Mighty Mary Sue: now we found a big jump in time... times where women gotta be everything (good, pure and innocent at the same time that she’s a master assasin who can kill a hundred men blindfolded in the middle of the dark). I know that “Mary Sue” has becomed pretty much a curse word specially among those who write this type of characters -or at least enjoy them-. No-one likes to say that they like a token character that is as empty as the head of a Barbie doll and brings nothing to the story beyond her charming presence. Ok, there is another kind of Mary Sue, the Lead Character, she and her issues are the main reason why the story exists (Bella Swan from Twilight is a good example). In both roles (side character or main one) she’s worthless and depends A LOT of the men around her. Main Character Bella is nothing without her relationship with Edward, Jacob and her dad. Sure, she’s got some female friends but, in comparison with those three guys, she hardly talks to them. How do you think the book would’ve been without the love story and the differences with her dad? Side Character Tauriel (sorry, I can’t help it) is nothing without her relationships with Thranduil, Legolas and Kili. And she has NO female friends. What other version of this character could’ve existed without all of it?

Strong Females in movies

As I said, lately we had wave after wave of “strong female characters” that are just amaizing in everything they do and, sometimes, are even better than the men around them. Is it bad? No, but it could be a big “yes” depending on the story or in how often we get to see it.

All movies nowdays seem to believe that having a super-powerful woman is good and having a more “traditional” one is as bad as having a damsel in distress. Times have changed, I know, we do not need to “have” a man to be someone as it used to happen in the ‘50s... we can save ourselves, we can use guns, we can fight but does that mean that we are strong? Physically strong: sure... Strong-strong? not quite.

Of course it’s awesome to see a good fight on a movie (I quite enjoy them) but beyond the fantastic moves of this character we love is there anything to back it up? Is there a good reason to take that road? Was there a better choice? Here’s the random thought on my brain that made me write this article. Scene comparison ahead:

Labyrinth (1986):

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The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (2014)

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Let’s see... In both cases the heroines (filled with anger while thinking of calling Tauriel like that) find themselves against someone who doesn’t let them go on or their journey to save a baby brother (Sarah) or hot dwarf a bunch of dwarves (Tauriel). In both cases this obstacle is an authority figure, Sir Didymus -guardian of the bridge- and Thranduil, the Elvenking. It’s the same dilemma... but two different reactions. Sarah, a teenager, chooses to talk to the guardian, to be reasonable with him so she can get his permision... and she has it! Tauriel, an adult elf, chooses to shut up and threatens the King’s life.

“You idiot! Tauriel is trying to save the dwarves lifes, there’s no time to talk and be nice! It’s a war!” Oh, really? What if I tell you that Sarah only has 13 hours to save her baby brother before he turns into a goblin? Actually maybe she has less than three hours to save him in that scene, considerating that sometime later we see a 13 hours clock marking 11 sharp. She doesn’t have that much time does she? We saw that Ludo defeated Sir Didymus and that he’s also capable of holding him in his hand, Sarah could’ve easily asked Ludo to hold him until she crossed the bridge... heck! she could’ve kicked Sir Didymus out of her way and cross! But she didn’t because she didn’t needed another enemy behind her and she had no reasons to be a jerk. Tauriel decided that convincing her King to help her was a waste of time. After all why a man that knows her, raised her, gave her a job, and send his son to get her back to his kingdom (so she wouldn’t get into trouble) would care about her or her needs? He’s a cold hearted King, after all (major eye roll).

Which one is the strongest (and again, we’re not talking about physical strength)? The one that chooses to be gentle and polite or the one that chooses brutal force? It can be resumed in this: wisdom or brutality?

It’s quite funny that the question of wisdom or brutalilty shows up since Tauriel is a Silvan Elf, and they are -as said by Tolkien- less wise and more dangerous. As I said before “less wise” doesn’t mean “stupid” nor means “savage” as everybody seems to believe. Tolkien was reffering to the way of living of this elves, who turned away from the Valar’s invitation to join them and decided to live in a more “natural” way. A possible paralel to our society would be the hippie movement... we wouldn’t call them savages, would we?

As a character that was created to show how merceful we are it’s quite shocking to see Tauriel taking such a violent turn to get what she wants. The worst thing now is that we (anti-Tauriel people) can’t even say that that’s how teenagers behave, since Sarah in her 15s has shown the opposite reaction.

I ask you: of all the movies you’ve seen this year... did all the women took the high road instead of the easy one -that one beeing beating the crap out of someone to get what they wanted-? If violence was used: was this choice the only option? Did them had a really good reason to do so? If the answer is a “yes” congratulations! you’ve watched a movie with a strong female character (or at least, a good try to be one).

Can a Female Strong Character fall in love?

Of course she can!

Many people believe that their favourite females are criticized because they’ve fallen in love. Once Upon a Time said it first: love is not weakness, it’s strength. Everything’s OK if the girl loves someone, the problem begins when this love is the only reason why she moves a finger or when there’s nothing more for her than it or when love blinds her and makes her take stupid choices (and even forget her awesome set of skills).

Believe it or not, there’s a title for those strong females that after falling in love became -pretty much- damsels in distress or that were never intended to be Strong Females: Trinity Syndrome (you can read more about it here)

A strong female who falls in love? Glad you ask. The first one that comes to my mind is Lisbeth Salander from the Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson, she goes through hell and yet falls in love but it never really affects her personality in a negative way (she was distant to people around her and opens up to Mikael -the guy she loves- but only with him and SPOILER ALERT once her heart breaks she’s still the same one). What about Princess Leia (RIP Carrie Fisher) she was tough, and smart and completly capable of comanding a group of rebels... but she falls in love anyway and it doesn’t change her at all. Any ot Tolkien’s women who fall in love are still the same and because of their love they push the boundaries and accomplish great deeds (Lúthien), others doesn’t need to fall in love to do so (Éowyn, Haleth). There are many more examples, sadly no so many from the last decade.

I’d like to do just one more comparison before finish this part.

Singin’ in the rain (1952)

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The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013)

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Both of them ended up facing the love of their lives (yikes! in Tauriel’s case). Both men think that only because of their looks (probably) they got the girl and will live together happily ever after but first, they have to charm her and both go the wrong way with sexual innuendos, touches and glances. Kathy Selden (RIP Debbie Reynolds) knows what’s going on and thinks of the best way to get out of such situation, she even uses physical strength when it’s needed. She won’t let a men to get his way with her. Tauriel knows what’s going on and decides to go on with the game... say what? Girl, you hardly know him! He could be a dangerous prisioner... and you’re flirting with him? How did you get the title of Captain of the Guard? I wonder if any orc has pulled such a move on her and if she reacted the same way.

Again, we have a strong female and a female (I’ll even say that she’s how men would love to see women behave).

Conclussion

So? Do they still exists? Yes, I think. There aren’t many, but every now and then one shows up (Lisbeth Salander is the last one I’ve meet so far).

What about all the other women in the movies and books? They could be strong characters if the writers could put a little more effort. So far we have the male idealization of a woman (you know: super hot, awesome fighter, love-sick puppy, independent but not that much) and the female version of this male idealization (fighter, sometimes insecure, lives to love her man and protect him, etc). It’s quite scary if we see them like that. I wouldn’t be frightened if all girls grew up the way I did; I know, I’m not the best example out there, but I know that I was taught not to let anyone (male or female) to put me down or to “show me my place”. And this teaching came from my family, not movies, TV shows or books (at least not in my early years) this three tools were for entertainment purposes, nothing more.

Today we live in a different world were the image prevails and this is the same world were parents have no time to be with their kids or doesn’t know how to prepare them for the world out there or don’t want to be the kind of parents that smother their kids by controlling what they watch or read because that will make them “bad parents”. It’s not like that, kids depend on us all. WE have to be their role models, not a character or toy. How come that I grew up playing with my Barbie dolls and I don’t want to be a supermodel or blonde or super skinny? Because I had a good education at home. How is it possible that I grew up watching and admiring the Disney’s princesses and yet I’m not looking for Prince Charming nor I care if I look like them or not? Because I was taught the difference between a movie and the real life. I also learned, many years later, that gender doesn’t matter: if a character has a good set of morals we can apply them too... who cares if said character was a men or a woman?

I wish that newer generations could be able to learn that you have to be yourself, that makes you strong not your ability with the sword but the reason why you’re using it and the fears you’re facing.

I wish that newer generations wouldn’t need a Strong Female Character because they’ll be their own.

#strong female characters #writing tips?#could create some controversy #don't get offended #anti-tauriel #super anti-tauriel #a strong character is

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cassiabaggins · 4 years

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Where There’s A Will (There’s A Way) Part 4

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to finish this in time, but I did some hardcore grinding and got this out! I hope you enjoy it. It’s more Kili focused near the end, because baby deserves love, too. Thorin shows up for the first time, too! And guys! Every like, comment and reblog means to much to me! I love to hear what you have to say about this AU! Feel free to send a dm or comment on this if you’d like to be tagged! Also, No one guessed, but Fili and Kili’s last name, O’Turner, is a mashup between Dean and Aiden’s...... I like to think I’m clever.....

Taglist: @legolaslovely @polliwogboi @d3-iseefire @strictlynofrills @i-am-still-bb @fridayfirefly @swagbearfishturkey @floralfi

Previous Chapters: one . two . three .

Warnings: none! just fluff and cuteness!!!

Characters: Fili, Kili, Thorin, Tauriel, Dis (mentioned), Frerin (mentioned)

Pairings: Kiliel

"I've got a list of songs we can cover," Kili says, dropping down on one of the kitchen chairs. "I think you know them, but I'm not sure." He slides his phone across to his brother.

“We’ve played them before, right?” Fili says, scrolling through the songs, “You know we can’t just start on songs we don’t know.”

Kili rolls his eyes. “Yes, Fili, I’m absolutely stupid and have no idea how music works.”

Will, who’s sitting at the table beside him, giggles. His uncle reaches over and ruffles his hair. “Doing homework?”

Will nods. “Yeah. Next week is my last week of school. But we still have homework. It’s stupid.”

“That is stupid.”

Kili stretches his arm behind his chair and leans over, peering at Will’s homework. “So, what torture are you learning today?”

“Money values,” Will says.

“Ah,” Kili says, “Capitalism. The bane of our existence.”

“What?” Will asks, laughing. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t make my son a communist, Kili,” Fili says, passing his brother back his phone.

“What’s a comminist?” “Communist, son.”

“Oh. What’s that?”

“Its…” Fili starts, then pauses, grappling with how to explain communism to a six year old. “Uh…”

“Do you not know, Dad? You can look it up.”

“I know what it means, I just don’t know how to explain it to you. Its… well, it’s a form of government made up by a guy called Karl Marx.”

“Oh, okay,” Will says, going back to his homework.

“Isn’t it technically a form of economics?” Kili asks. Fili shrugs.

“I dunno, man, either way, it killed something like a hundred million people.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, something like that. It was a lot. I think that’s why Grandma left Russia.”

“Which Grandma?”

“Dad’s mom.”

“Your Grandma or mine, Dad?” Will asks. “Mine and Kili’s, buddy. You almost done with your homework?”

“Yeah. Can I watch you and Kili practice?”

“Of course you can.”

Kili gets up. “I’m gonna go get my guitar. I left it in the living room.”

“Okay,” Fili says, leaning over the table to look over Will’s homework. Will slides it over to him so it can be read more easily. “You’re good, Will. Go put this in your backpack.”

Friday comes and sees Kili, Fili, and Will heading off to Bombur's cafe. The restaurant is a cafe until three PM, and after that it becomes a bar and grill with live music every week. Bombur runs it during the day, and his brother, Bofur, runs it during the night and evening, to give the former time with his wife and three kids.

After they pull in and park, Will clambers out of the car and dashes around to Fili's door. He drags it open and hops up and down. "Can you carry me, Dad?" He asks, flapping his hands excitedly.

"Yeah," Fili says, stepping out and picking him up and putting him up on his shoulders. "Kili, can you bring my cajon? It's in the trunk."

"Why do I have to?" Kili splutters.

Fili grabs hold of Will's ankles. "My hands are full."

Kili grumbles, but grabs both instruments.

The bar/cafe is teeming with people already, typical of a Friday evening. Bofur meets them at the door.

"You know," he says, looking up at Will. "Technically kids aren't allowed in here past 8:00 PM."

Will sticks his tongue out at Bofur.

"C'mon," Fili wheedles, "he's my emotional support son."

"Emotional support son?"

"Yes. I need him. He's here to cheer me on."

"Is someone gonna watch him? I like Will fine, but I'm gonna be bartending, I can't keep an eye on him."

"I know, my mom is coming. And Frerin. They'll watch him."

"Well, alright then, I guess. You guys can set up over there." He points toward a slightly raised platform with a microphone in the far corner. "Thanks for doing this."

Kili shoots him a thumbs up. "No problem, man. C'mon, Fee."

They weave through the crowd, setting down their instruments.

"Dad!" Will cries, pointing. "Is that Uncle Thorin?"

Fili turns, scanning the crowd. He spots a familiar shock of gray-streaked black hair. "I think so, buddy. You wanna go say hi to him?"

"Yeah!"

"All right, let's go. You coming, Kili?"

"I'll be around in a bit," Kili says, focused on tuning his guitar.

"Okay."

Fili moves back through the crowd, stopping beside his uncle. "Hey," he says, "I didn't know you were in town."

Thorin turns and offers them a rare smile. "Just for a few days. I have a meeting in Paris on Monday that I have to fly out for. Your mother told me about your little gig and I had to come."

"Ah, so the whole family is gonna see Kili and I embarrass ourselves. Fantastic."

Thorin snorts.

"Did you bring me a souvenir?" Will blurts, reaching down for his great uncle. Thorin lifts him down and sits him on his lap.

"Will," Fili chides gently.

"What?"

Thorin chuckles lowly. "What sort of souvenir were you looking for?"

"I dunno. A cool one? I like it when you bring me museum guidebooks. I like to plan out trips for when I'm big."

"Hm. So that's what you do with them."

"Yup! Right, Dad?"

"Right."

"Well, I didn't bring you any museum guidebooks this time, but I'll make sure to pick you up one from the Louvre when I'm in Paris, how's that?"

Will makes the 'okay' symbol with his hand. "Fantabulous!"

"Where'd you learn that?"

"TV!"

"You're a bit of a strange one, Will," Thorin says fondly.

"You like me though, right?"

"Yep. Strange is good."

Will beams.

"Now," Thorin says, "about that souvenir. There's something in the left pocket of my jacket with your name on it."

Will gasps delightedly and jumps down, circling around the back of Thorin's chair to dig in the pockets of the light jacket slung over the back of his chair.

"You're gonna spoil him," Fili says, leaning on his hands on the table before him. Thorin sips his drink, smile lines crinkling around his blue eyes.

"What are grandpa's for?"

"You aren't his grandpa, though."

"I'm close enough."

"Whoa!" Will shouts, having discovered his prize. "Dad, look!"

"What did you find, buddy?" Fili asks. His son hurries over to him, something clutched in his hands.

"This is it, right Uncle?" Will holds up a small leather bound notebook, about the size of an adult man's hand. Thorin nods.

"That's it."

The boy laughs excitedly, jumping up and down.

"What do you say, kiddo?" Fili prompts gently.

"Thank you!" Will blurts, hugging his great uncle, "thank you!"

"You're welcome, Will," Thorin says, ruffling his hair.

Will scrambles back up into his lap, flipping through the notebook. "You know," he says, "this doesn't have my name on it, though."

"That was a figure of speech," Fili explains.

"What's a figure of speech?" Kili asks, walking up. "Hi, Thorin."

"Hey, Kili."

"Thorin said the notebook had my name on it," Will says, "but it didn't really."

"I see. Fili, we should start soon."

"Okay,” Fili looks down at Will. “Buddy, do you remember what we talked about?”

Will looks up from admiring his new notebook. “Yeah.”

“Can you tell me? Just so I know?”

He nods. “I have to stay by Gran, and when she says we have to go I can’t whine about it.”

“Good. And what else?”

“If I feel overwhelmed and want to leave, I can tell Gran, but I have to be patient because I can’t expect her to drop everything, but she’ll do her best.”

“Good job. Thorin, can you keep an eye on him until Mom shows up?”

Thorin nods. “Gladly.”

"Okay. See you soon, Will."

"Good luck, Dad!"

"Thanks, buddy."

Fili ruffles Will's hair one last time. "Come on, Kili."

"Hi," Kili says, "we're Fili and Kili O'Turner, and we'll be playing for you tonight."

"What's your band name?!" Bofur calls from the back of the room. Kili leans in close to the mic.

"We don't have one. We didn't think we'd get this far."

"Fili and the Boys!" Fili shouts.

"Who's the other boy?" Someone calls.

Fili points to the boxlike instrument he's sitting on. "The cajon!"

That brings a ripple of laughter through the crowd. "Yeah, we're not naming ourselves Fili and the Boys," Kili says.

"We're just two brothers and a cajon," Fili says.

"Okay, that's our name, Two Brothers and a Cajon," Kili says. "And we're covering a variety of songs! Thanks for listening and please don't laugh us out of town my brother has a kid to feed. Alright!"

It goes well. Really well. Fili keeps his head down so he doesn't have to look at the crowd (it's not like that many people are watching them, most are talking with friends or playing pool or drinking, and Fili is find with that). Once and a while he looks up and sees a few people consistently watching them: their family and a tall, pretty redhead in a gaggle of other friends. (The redhead is watching Kili, mainly). They play for an hour and a half before deciding to call it quits. Bofur comes over and thanks them as they pack up.

“You two really pulled us out of a bind,” He says.

Kili grins. “If you want to book us again, we’re available.”

“Yeah, but give us more warning next time,” Fili adds.

“Why?” Bofur teases, “It’s not like you’re doing anything on a Friday night, Fili.”

Kili barks out a laugh.

“Okay, damn,” Fili mumbles, “just scalp me next time. Holy shit.”

“‘Ey! Bofur!” Someone yells, “get back here and top me off!”

“Would you wait a moment, Nori? Geez!” Bofur turns back to Fili and Kili. “I’ve got to go. I’ll let you guys know if I need you again. You can have free drinks the rest of the night.” He waves and returns to the bar.

“Ooh, free drinks,” Kili says excitedly.

"I'm heading out," Fili says.

"No, no you aren't," his brother replies, slinging his arm around his neck. "Come on, get a drink with me."

"I can't. I'm driving."

"One drink. Just one. C’mon.”

Fili caves. He does need to spend more time with his brother, anyway. "Okay, I need to be home by 10, though."

"Fine by me. We have half an hour." Kili drags him over to the bar and orders two beers on tap.

It’s good to spend time with Kili over a drink, talking about life, about things they can’t talk about around others.

"When was the last time you got laid?" Kili asks. Fili frowns, scratching his chin.

"Uhm… awhile. Half a year maybe?"

Kili chokes on his drink. "Seriously?"

"What? Having a kid really compromises my chances!"

"When was the last time you went on a date?"

"About the same time. I went out a few times with this chick who came in for an oil change."

"You asked out a customer?"

"No, she asked me out."

"And you went?"

"She was cute. We hooked up a few times. Then I found out she had a boyfriend."

Kili chokes again on his drink, and Fili thumps his back. "Don't die, man," he says.

"She used you… to cheat on her boyfriend?" He asks.

Fili tosses up a half-hearted peace sign. "Yup."

"Oh man, you have the worst trouble with girls," Kili sighs.

"Eh, if they don't like kids, they aren't worth my time. The only women I'm interested in are ones who are willing to be moms. Or at least are willing to consider the possibility. There aren't a lot of women… or people in general, who are willing to have a serious relationship with a single parent. We bring baggage."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think Will needs a mom?"

"I'd like him to have one. And I'd like to have a wife. But like I said, it's hard to date with a kid."

"Yeah, I can imagine…" Kili trails off, his eyes fixed on something beyond Fili.

"What?" Fili asks.

"What?"

"What are you looking at?" Fili turns around to scan the crowd, following his line of sight.

"Her." Kili says, gesturing towards the tall, leggy redhead Fili had noticed earlier. She’s standing beside the pool table, her head thrown back in laugh.

Fili raises an eyebrow. "Are you gonna go talk to her?"

Kili shrugs. "Should I?"

"I think you should. She was watching you, you know.

“Really?”

“Really. I have to head out, anyway. Go.”

"Okay," Kili says, slamming back the rest of his beer. "Alright."

"You need a ride?"

"Nah," he hops off his stool. "I'll catch an uber. See you."

Fili laughs at his brother's starstruck expression and turns back to his own drink.

Kili weaves his way through the crowd and catches the red head's eye. She's tall. Taller than him by at least four inches, and he doesn't mind in the slightest, because up close she is even more beautiful. He grins at her.

"Hi."

"Hi!" She replies, "you guys played really well tonight! I really enjoyed it."

"You did?" He asks, his voice cracking just a little. He clears his throat. "You did? Cool! Cool. I'm glad. Yeah. That's awesome. Uh. I'm Kili."

She smiles. "I know."

"Oh. Heh. We introduced ourselves earlier, didn't we?"

"You did. I'm Tauriel."

"It's nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink? Unless you're here with someone else, then I can fuck right off."

She laughs. Even her laugh is pretty. "I'm not here with anyone. I'd like that."

Kili can't help a little bounce of joy on the balls of his feet. "Cool!"

He leads her over to the bar. She orders a cosmopolitan and he orders and old fashioned, and they sit on bar stools regarding each other for awhile, making small talk. Kili feels utterly tongue tied in her presence at first, but fights past it. She turns out to be surprisingly easy to talk to, quick-witted and sharp tongued, and he feels even more silly. But she's smiling at him and laughing at his jokes. So that's a bonus. She's wearing a very interesting necklace, a teardrop shaped pendant resting on her collarbone and Kili is trying to figure out how to ask her about it.

"I swear I'm not staring at your boobs," Kili blurts, realizing what he's doing, "I'm just trying to get a better look at your necklace. It's pretty."

Tauriel laughs softly, and takes it off, holding it out for him to inspect. Kili takes it gingerly, holding the white stone up to the light. It shimmers silver and blue.

"Whoa," he breathes. "That's so cool. What kind of rock is this?"

"Crystal," she corrects gently. "It's moonstone."

"Crystal, huh?" He says, "do you believe in that stuff?"

She blushes. "Yeah."

"Don't be ashamed!" He says hurriedly. "There's nothing wrong with it! I'm just not a very spiritual person myself. So." He returns the necklace to her by draping it back over her head. "What's moonstone supposed to do for you? Open your third eye?"

Tauriel laughs softly again, playing idly with the pendant. "You aren't far off, exactly."

"Oh, so if I wear that I can like, see time or something? That'd be cool."

"No, nothing like that. It's just the chakra it's associated with. The third eye chakra and the solar plexus chakra."

"Oh! Chakras!" Kili says, "I know about chakras. From Avatar: The Last Airbender. Does this mean you're the avatar?"

"Yes," she giggles, "I'm on my quest to master the elements. I came here today searching for my water bending master."

"Ah, too bad, that. I can't help you with that I can barely swim."

"Really? That's not very safe!"

"I never got the hang of it. I hit the water and sink like a rock. Just glub glub glub. Hey? Where'd Kili go? Oh, he drowned."

"No!" She gasps, "don't say that! Don't drown!"

"I won't, luckily, I even avoid bathtubs, I am a shower only kind of guy."

"Oh, I love baths. They're the best. You can't go wrong with a good bubble bath. Some bathbombs maybe. A few scented candles. Classical music playing. Man. That's the dream. Perfect after a long day of work."

"I'd say the picture you painted sounded great if I wasn't so prone to death by drowning. What do you do for a job?"

"I'm a nurse. I work in the ER over at Central."

"Really. I haven't seen you there!"

"I just transferred out of school, so you wouldn't. Wait, the way you phrased that sounds like you spend a good amount of time in the emergency room. You don't, do you?"

Kili rubs the back of his head self-consciously. "I am not joking, unfortunately. I'm what people call accident prone."

"How accident prone?"

"Well, last month I dropped a toolbox on my foot and broke two toes. So, if you saw me limping, that's why."

"How often does stuff like that happen?"

Kili leans on his elbow. "You'd be surprised."

He doesn't notice the time passing as he tells her of the multiple stupid injuries hes gotten, both in childhood and more recently. She shares her own scrapes and childhood stories, and it turns out that they both have some similar interests. Archery being one of them. They're conversation is interrupted by Bofur leaning over the bar.

"You guys," he says, "it's late. I'm trying to close."

Kili jumps, looking around and realized the bar is pretty much empty. He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Oops."

Tauriel laughs. "I guess we lost track of time, huh?"

"Yeah," he grins up at her. "Want to get out of here?"

"I'd like that," she says, "I'd really like that."

Kili's grin grows impossibly wide and he tosses a few crumpled bills on the counter as a tip and hops down, holding his hand out to Tauriel. She takes it. Her hand is slim and lightly calloused in his, warm and he decides he never wants to let go. He's a little tipsy (maybe a little more than a little, he's never been good at holding his alcohol) and so is she, leaning against him, all long limbs and soft melodious laughs.

"I'll call two ubers," he says as they step into the warm early summer night. The stars above them are shining valiantly through the city lights.

"You don't have to do that, Kili," she says, "I can call my own."

"Trust me," he says, "I don't mind." He keeps one arm around her slim waist as he pulls up the app. She rests her head on his, stroking her hand through his too long hair.

"You're a real gentleman, you know that?" She says.

Kili blushes. "You think so?"

"Mhmm. Not a lot of decent guys around, let alone gentlemen."

"Yeah? Well, my mama raised me right."

She giggles, curling a lock of his hair around her finger. "Hey, are you busy tomorrow night?"

"I'm not. Why?"

"Because I'd like to take you out to dinner and drinks."

"Really?" He says.

"Really."

"I'd be happy to join you," he grins, "but I have to admit, you beat me to the punch on that."

"Were you gonna ask me out?"

"I was."

She laughs again, pulling back to take his face in her hands. "I like you a lot, Kili," she tells him, and his heart leaps.

"I really like you, too," he breathes. God, he hopes she kisses him. Before hes fully realized that thought, she bends and presses a kiss to his lips and his heart leaps. He kisses back enthusiastically, his hands on her hips, and they stand there wrapped up in each other until the ubers show up.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," she murmurs, pulling back from him.

"Yeah," he says, feeling all dazed and tingly from her kiss (maybe part of it's the alcohol, but he's not thinking about semantics).

"Oh!" She gasps, "you need my number!"

"That would be important," he laughs, pulling up the contacts on his phone. He takes hers when she hands it to him and puts his number in.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," she says.

"Yeah," he replies, "tomorrow."

She smiles at him and slides into the Uber. "Bye."

"Bye."

Kili watches the uber drive off for a moment, and then hops up and down, fistpumping enthusiastically. He lets out a loud whoop, feeling at the absolute top of the world.

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