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rynneer · 2 months

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Misty Memories Cold

When you wake in Fíli’s bed with no recollection of anything after a disaster in Mirkwood, he’s ready to risk anything, even his uncle’s wrath, to bring back what you had together.

Cold.

You’re cold. It’s dark. You’re falling. Someone reaches for you. Too late.

The water folds in around you. It floods your nose. It floods your ears. Your limbs don’t work. You can’t swim.

Muffled shouts. You open your mouth to cry back. It fills with water.

Choking.

Drowning.

Drowning drowning drowning dr–

You wake with a jolt, sitting up in bed.

Bed?

You pat the sheets around you. Yes, you’re definitely in a bed, not curled up on the leaf litter in Mirkwood.

“I guess it really was a dream,” you whisper, shoulders slumping. But as you run your fingers across the hem of the blanket, you frown. It doesn’t feel like the old quilt on your bed. It’s thicker, softer.

Something is wrong.

You look around the room as your eyes begin to adjust. There’s a fireplace across the room, the dying embers casting just enough light to let you make out the vague shapes of furniture in the darkness. The walls and floor are stone, adorned with plush rugs. The wind rattles the shutters outside the window, hidden behind thick curtains.

This is not your bedroom… and you are not alone. A dark figure stirs next to you beneath the covers. You scramble out of bed but find the floor farther away than expected. You land hard on your side. “Ow!”

You slap your hand over your mouth, but it’s too late. The figure sits up with a groan, rubbing at its face and leaning to peer over the edge of the bed at you. There’s no mistaking that mustache, those braids.

“Fíli? What… where are we?” And why are we in bed together?

Fíli blinks a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. “What do you mean?” he asks hoarsely, his voice rough. He rolls out of bed and kneels in front of you. “We’re home. In Erebor? You know, the mountain? Big pile of rocks and snow? It’s rather hard to miss.” He raises an eyebrow, trying to coax a smile from you.

Instead, you scoot backwards, putting space between you and the prince as you process his words. “But we were just in Mirkwood,” you protest. “How did we get here?”

Fíli’s confusion turns to concern. “Y/N, that was a year ago.” He shifts closer and brushes a thumb over your cheek. “Are you feeling alright?”

You stiffen against his touch, heart in your throat. Ever the gentleman, he’s never touched you without permission before. But something about the way his palm cups your face feels familiar. “I don’t know,” you whisper, shaking your head. “All I remember is falling into the stream.”

“You don’t remember the elves? Fighting for the mountain? All the time we spent together?” He uncovers a long braid in your hair. “Our wedding?”

“Wedding?!” It’s true, you’ve harbored feelings for Fíli since the two of you met in Bag End. You’d admired him in the book and movies, and to see him for real… it did something to you. But you never thought he would return your affections—how could he? You’re a plain, young woman from another world, and he’s a handsome prince, heir to the throne.

Fíli searches your face, expression unreadable. Finally, he stands, offering you his hand. “Come on.”

You take it hesitantly. His fingers lace through yours, and he helps you to your feet. Strangely, you find that instead of being taller than the dwarf, you’re just level with his chin. But before you can comment on this, Fíli pulls you out the door and down a narrow hallway.

He leads you to a large sitting room, taking you to the sofa next to yet another fireplace. “Wait here,” he orders softly. “I’ll fetch Thorin.”

“Thorin’s alive?” you breathe. “What about Kíli?”

“Kíli would like to know what the pair of you are doing up and chattering in the middle of the night,” replies a voice from behind you. The youngest Durin leans against the wall with his arms crossed, hair still tousled from sleep.

You tip back your head and close your eyes. “They did it,” you sigh in relief. “Oh, thank God, they did it.”

Kíli raises an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Fíli pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let me get Thorin first. I would rather not explain this twice.”

“Again.” Thorin paces in front of the fire.

You rub your forehead. “I told you, that’s it,” you groan. “I fell in the water and woke up here.”

Kíli shakes his head. “It makes no sense.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Thorin flashes you a warning look.

“It was no ordinary stream,” Fíli points out. He sits with you on the couch, his hand resting on top of yours. Every once in a while, he gives it a reassuring squeeze. “It had some sort of foul magic. She wouldn’t wake for days.”

“If it’s magic that we’re dealing with,” you glance at Thorin warily before continuing, “it might be a good idea to talk with the elves.”

“Absolutely not,” Thorin snaps. His lip curls in disgust. “I refuse to invite them to interfere in our private matters.”

Kíli’s eyes brighten. “What about Gandalf, then? Where would we find him?”

They all look to you. You close your eyes, teasing and tugging at the cobwebs that cloud the part of your mind where your Middle Earth knowledge is stored. “He’s… there’s no guarantee we even could find him. Gandalf doesn’t have a home, exactly. He wanders. They don’t call him the Grey Pilgrim for nothing.”

“So we don’t know where Gandalf is,” Fíli starts slowly, “but we do know where the elves are.”

“And Gandalf wasn’t in Mirkwood with us,” you add. “There’s no guarantee he even knows about the enchanted stream—but Thranduil definitely would.”

Thorin crosses his arms. “Out of the question.”

“Did you not make peace with Mirkwood?”

“Peace does not mean friendship,” Thorin retorts. His voice, raised in frustration, echoes off of the polished stone walls. Down another hallway, you hear a door slam. Thorin groans at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“And just what in Mahal’s name is everyone shouting about at this hour of night?”

A new dwarf steps into the firelight. In the dim light, she almost looks like a copy of Thorin. But as she approaches, you can see her features are softer, her eyes rounder, her beard thinner. And there’s no mistaking the Durin glare that she levels at Thorin, her blue eyes just as piercing as they are tired.

You glance at Fíli with uncertainty. He squeezes your hand and leans close to murmur in your ear. “It’s just Amad. Mother,” he translates when you don’t seem to understand.

Dís. You nod quickly.

Thorin looks at you, then back to his sister, standing with arms crossed and an eyebrow raised expectantly. As they exchange words in their rough native tongue, Dís’s expression of irritation turns to one of soft, motherly concern. She comes closer to you and gently brushes away a few strands of unruly hair from your face. “You must be tired, natha.”

“Daughter,” Fíli whispers.

“A bit,” you reply quietly, finding yourself suddenly shy with the full attention of a mother focused on you.

“Poor dove,” Dís tuts. She straightens up and pats you on the shoulder. “Fíli, take your lass back to bed. We will speak in the morning.” Thorin looks like he means to protest, but Dís silences him with an icy glare. Planting a kiss on the top of your head, she pushes Kíli and Thorin back down their opposite hallways. Fíli pats your hand and follows her quickly, his words in Khuzdûl fading as he gets further away.

Finally alone, you let out a long sigh. For the first time, you get the chance to look yourself over, to see what has changed. Your hair is longer, brushing the small of your back. When you run your fingers through it, you find braids styled to match Fíli’s. A dwarven marriage custom, perhaps? There’s a thin, gold band on your finger, too, lined with tiny sapphires that sparkle in the firelight. A little smile tugs at the corner of your mouth; at least you kept some piece of your own marriage customs.

And while Fíli has been bare-chested this whole time, you’re wearing a dark green shirt, no doubt one that used to be his. It’s long enough on you to serve as a nightgown. A blush rises on your face when you realize the deep v-neck exposes the dip between your breasts—and has been exposing it to everyone else this whole time.

“Amrâlimê?” Fíli’s voice from the hallway is soft. He pokes his head into the sitting room. “Aren’t you going to come to bed?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, suddenly very interested in the fireplace. In anything that isn’t Fíli’s too-kind face. “Do you want me to?” you ask hesitantly.

It’s silent for a few seconds. Fíli sighs heavily and comes to kneel before you, taking your hands in his. “Y/N, you are my wife. Of course I want you to come to bed. It is our bed.” His eyes search yours, desperately looking for the light he knows should be there. “Do I not have your love?”

“I mean, sure,” you reply softly. Your voice is strained. “I just… I don’t understand how I have yours. You’re the crown prince, you’re perfect. And I’m just… me.”

“You are so much more than that,” Fíli murmurs. “You are everything to me.” He kisses your forehead and stands. Before you can say anything, you’re swept up in his arms. Startled, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck to avoid falling, but he carries your smaller frame with ease.

You frown, remembering your observation from earlier. “Shouldn’t I be taller than you?”

“Ah. Well.” Fili’s chuckle makes his chest vibrate against your cheek. “That’s all that we thought the stream did. Make you properly sized.”

“Properly sized?” you repeat in disbelief. “You call this properly sized?”

“You complained about it endlessly,” Fíli continues. A playful smile tugs at his lips. “Until you realized how well you fit in my arms.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re very funny.”

“I’m also handsome, charming, brave…”

“Shut up.” You smack his shoulder lightly, but hide a smile as you tuck your head beneath his chin. Maybe you can get used to this.

But as he kicks open the door to his—your—room, and you see the bed with its rumpled covers, you tense.

“Y/N?” Fíli’s breath tickles your neck.

“It’s… just a lot, all at once,” you mumble.

He squeezes you, then lowers you gently to the bed. “I understand,” he murmurs.

“You really don’t, though.” Pent-up frustration simmers within you. “When’s the last time you fell into a stream, woke up, and found out a year had passed and you’re married?”

“Are you upset that we’re married?” Fíli asks, his face falling.

You feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him. This can’t be any easier for him. Running your hand through your tangled hair, you shake your head. “It feels like one moment, I was a girl with a crush, and then I wake up, and suddenly I’m a married woman. I’ve missed out on everything.”

“It’s in there, somewhere,” he whispers, stroking your cheek. You flinch away, your body unsure of how to react to his touch. Hurt flickers across his face, but he pulls back. “Can I fix your braids?” he asks. There’s desperation in his eyes.

Recognizing his need to touch you in whatever way he can, you nod slowly, and turn. The gentle, rhythmic tugging as he combs and re-braids your hair is hypnotic, and you find your eyelids drooping.

“There,” Fíli says, turning you back to him. He smiles sadly. “Beautiful as ever.”

Your heart aches. Whether it aches for him, the dwarf searching for his loving wife in the uncertain girl before him, or yourself, longing to be that loving wife, you do not know.

After a moment of hesitation, you lean in and reward him with a quick kiss on the cheek. His beard is prickly against your lips. “I’m tired,” you whisper when you draw back.

The kiss brings a real smile to his face, however small it may be. Fíli pulls back the covers and you wriggle underneath them. You settle into a dip worn down into the mattress from hundreds of nights before. Fíli slides into place behind you, his chest against your back. You stiffen slightly, but force yourself to relax.

“Is this alright?” His deep, quiet voice vibrates through your body.

You nod. He can have a little cuddle, as a treat. As an apology.

He takes that as a signal to test the limits further. You can tell he’s holding his breath as he drapes his arm over your waist. “Is this alright?”

“It’s cozy,” you mumble sleepily, letting the warmth of his body overwhelm you.

Fíli lets out his breath, pulling you tightly against him and nuzzling his face into your hair.

As you drift off, you do your best to pretend you don’t notice his quiet tears.

You began to stir, finding your face pressed into something warm and firm. As you tried to pull away to look around, you were met with resistance. You made a disgruntled noise.

“Y/N?!” Suddenly, a hand yanked your head backwards. Wide eyes searched your face frantically. You just barely registered who held you before he pulled you back in a crushing embrace. “I thought we’d lost you.”

“Fíli?” you mumbled, your voice muffled by his coat. “Can’t breathe.”

He released you, finally letting you get your bearings. The two of you were alone in a small, stone cell. Torchlight flickered just outside the wrought iron bars, casting a dim, orange light into your cell.

A shadow crossed over the door. “Oh, so she is alive. Here, then.” An apple landed on the ground in front of you, followed by a waterskin. “That’s the most you get until tomorrow. Make it last.” The shadow retreated, footsteps echoing down a long hallway.

Pieces began to slot into place in your mind. You nodded slowly. Mirkwood, elves, imprisonment. “How long have we been in here?”

“A few days at most, given how often they’ve brought food and water. But it’s hard to tell.” Fíli seemed distracted, eyes scanning your body. “How do you feel?”

You frowned and patted yourself up and down. “A bit sore, but I think I’m fine.” You untangled yourself from Fíli and tried to stand on shaky legs, your knees instantly failing beneath you.

Immediately, he jumped up and grabbed your waist from behind to steady you. “Y/N?” His voice was soft. “Y/N, please do not be alarmed when you turn around.”

“What?” You twisted in his grasp and looked up into his concerned face.

Up. You had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He was big. You tried to back away but the space was so narrow, you collided with the wall after just a single step. “You’re taller,” you stated, almost robotically. “But you’re a dwarf. You can’t be taller than me. I’m supposed to be the taller one. How did you get taller?”

“I did not get taller,” he corrected you. “You got smaller.”

You just stared at him blankly. Fíli sighed, gently taking hold of your arm and easing you back to the ground. He took the apple from the floor and placed it in your hand. “Eat,” he ordered quietly. “You haven’t had any food in days. It was hard enough to get water into you.”

Instead, you rolled it between your palms absentmindedly. “How long was I out?”

“Just over a week. We were trying to cross a stream, and you fell in.”

“Instead of Bombur,” you interjected.

Fíli raised an eyebrow. “If you say so. Glóin managed to snag you,” he continues, “and when he pulled you out, you were… well, smaller. But you wouldn’t wake up. You even slept through the spiders. I was so afraid that you were gone before I could tell you–” he broke off, his voice thick. He tore his eyes away from yours, a blush rising on his face.

“What?” You reached out and took hold of his chin, turning his face back to you. Yet his eyes still avoided you. You crawled closer, kneeling between his outstretched legs. Your traitorous heart pounded hopefully against your ribs. “Tell me what, Fee?”

He shook his head. “No, no, it’s foolish. I shouldn’t… you wouldn’t…” Finally, he looked back up at you. “I love you?” He phrased it as a question, his blue eyes filled with hesitation. It was strangely endearing, seeing the normally confident prince so bashful. Fíli lifted a cautious hand to your cheek, fingers just barely brushing your skin.

Surprise temporarily robbed you of your voice. Mistaking your silence for rejection, Fíli quickly pulled his hand away. Shame and hurt flashed across his face. “Forgive me,” he blurted out, ducking his head. “I should not burden you with feelings you can never return.” He pulled his legs back in and moved further into the shadowy recesses of the cell.

But you crawled after him, refusing to let him go that easily. “Fíli, why didn’t you say anything?” When he remained silent, you wound your fingers up in one of his braids and tugged, forcing him to turn his head towards you. “Why are you so sure that I can’t feel the same?”

A cautious spark of hope flared to life in his eyes. “Because you’re perfect, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “You deserve so much more than I can give.”

You smiled, eyes tracing his face. The gold locks that framed it, the sky blue eyes, the flushed cheeks. And those soft, pink lips, parted ever so slightly as he awaited your next words.

But words were the furthest thing from your mind. Refusing to hold back any longer, you grabbed Fíli by the collar, lunging forward to claim his mouth.

His eyes widened, then fluttered shut as his hands grabbed at your waist. Fíli pulled you back into his lap and wrapped his arms around you, reaching up to comb through your tangled hair with his fingers.

A rock clanged against the bars of your cell. “Get a room!” came Kíli’s voice, echoing down the hall.

You broke away with a laugh. “This is a room!”

Kíli’s only response was a disgusted groan as Fíli grabbed at your face for more.

#fanfiction #fíli #kíli #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #dís #fili x you #fili x reader #modern girl in middle earth #amnesia #falling back in love #everybody lives #soft Fíli #angst and hurt/comfort #it gets angstier before it gets fluffier

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dael1n · 1 month

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I decided to make a modern au! According to the Hobbit! (events BEFORE the quest in the canon) Thorin Durin, 39 years old, (6.2 ft) is trying to get his family's business back. Dis Durin, 32 years old, (6,4 ft) businesswoman with two children Fili Durin, 7 years old, is a fan of Iron Man Kili Durin, 5 years old, doesn't know what Marvel is, but he likes the star on Captain America's shield

Balin Durin, 31 years old, (5.8 ft) history teacher at the university Bilbo Baggins, 31, (5,5 ft) a biology teacher at the university, has his own greenhouse and a small flower shop that he inherited from his mother (the Gamgee family works for him there)

Dwalin Durin, 26 years old (6.6 ft) As a child, he was in an accident with many of the Durin family, left a scar on his eye, which is why he sees poorly. It did not hurt to serve in the army, I have been to places of increased military danger. (before that, he was severely depressed due to the loss of his parents and best friend, now he is trying to re-learn how to live in order to be a a worthy guardian to two little assholes

#hobbit #the hobbit #modern au #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #lady dis #fili durin #kili durin #fili and kili #Balin #bilbo baggins #dwalin #tolkien dwarves

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taisha-san · 4 months

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I wish you all a ✨️Happy New Year✨️

Timelapse?:

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #the hobbit #dwarf #fili #kili #fili and kili #fili durin #kili durin #the lord of the rings #modern au #happy new year #2024

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distinguisheddwarffriend · 4 days

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Another series of Tolkien Surveys people:

If you were in Middle Earth....

(Hobbit&LotR)

(excludes the married ones)

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lordoftherazzles · 1 year

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↳ NOW ON AO3!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ME TO ME! I wanted to do something a little different for my birthday this year, so in true hobbit fashion, I am gifting this little oneshot to everyone! I had a lot of fun with it, and honestly, I am proud of what I’ve made! It also made me hungry if the banner says anything about it. I hope you all enjoy this little birthday gift from me to you (and me) <3

Bilbo Baggins has two great loves: molding young minds and baking. So it comes as a bit of a shock to him when at his nephew's 7th birthday party a third love is added to the list. A pair of dazzling blue eyes that are constantly looking in his direction. Of course, they could just be looking at Bilbo's cupcakes - they were outstanding if he did say so himself.

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili, Kili, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Primula Baggins, Drogo Baggins, Dis

Humming lightly to himself alongside the tunes blasting from a wireless speaker, Bilbo wasn’t sure what prompted his eyes towards the gate leading to his front yard. At first the fond grin that had formed on his lips was similar to the one he wore when greeting his students each day. Then suddenly it wasn’t. While he recognized the two kids marching their way into the yard, it was the fellow they were tugging along with them that had Bilbo rooted to the ground with his mouth agape. Fili and Kili, sons of Dis Durin who had…lost her husband last winter, if Bilbo remembered correctly. This couldn’t be a new man in her life already, could it? Then again, who was he to judge? Swallowing thickly at the implication, Bilbo took another glance towards the exasperated fellow being dragged along through his yard. He looked far too much like Dis now that he was getting a second glance. Perhaps a brother? Or a cousin, perhaps? Whatever it was, Bilbo desperately wanted to know– “Something on your mind, Bilbo?” Prim asked, smacking him square in the chest with a bag of cheese puffs. “It’s not every day you’re standing there looking like someone twisted your tongue into knots.” “I’m–I was just unaware that the Durin boys were invited, it’s a nice surprise.” “Especially the big one there, huh?” Feeling an elbow nudge into his arm, Bilbo was suddenly grateful he had no siblings. This was the type of annoying teasing he could have expected from a brother or sister…but even still, he hadn’t escaped it entirely. “Hardly.”

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 1 year

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❤️‍🩹~You had a bad day? 🌻 Grab some comfort 🥺 from this shelf here~

Warmth and Solace by @laurfilijames

The storm outside wake you, but you have Fili to keep you warm.

Remedy by @laurfilijames

Prim comes home tired and in pain thanks to her period. Modern!Fili knows just how to help. This fic is NSFW and contains smut and period blood.

Rockslide by @immawriteyouthings

After hiding your hirsutism from the company, they become ecstatic that you are a bearded human lass. You mistake their eagerness as mockery and they comfort you. Kind of Kili x

#comfort #comfort fic #fili #fili durin #kili #kili durin #modern!fili #fili x readre #fili x oc #kili x reader #company x reader #thorins company

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laurfilijames · 2 years

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Incandescent- Part 2

Pairing: modern Fili x female reader

Words: 4,456

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Temperature play using ice cubes, fingering, unprotected intercourse M/F, lots of foreplay, edging/slight orgasm denial.

Summary: Still trying to beat the relentless summer heat, you and Fili turn to ice cubes to help cool things down, resulting in things heating up more.

AN: Part 2 of this series, you can read Part 1 here. I apologize for taking so long to update this, my muse has been off galavanting but I hope she sticks around a bit now that this is done and I can get some other things out for you. For those experiencing a hotter summer than normal, I hope this is a little something to indulge in.

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Fili's blue eyes bore into you, the colour matching the same hue of the moon's reflection on the lake, causing a heat to rise up inside you that rivaled the one that already plagued your skin. You knew he felt it too, seeing his brow beaded with sweat that began to fall in drips down the bridge of his nose, his chest heaving over top of yours, his stiff cock nudging against the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

"It seems as though I'm not the one who needs that ice the most," you quipped softly, raking your fingers through his sweat-soaked tresses to slick it back out of his face. Fili smiled and hummed, leaning into your touch, silently agreeing with you before he flopped down beside you and grunted out. You watched as he ran his hand over his face to wipe the salty streaks away from his eyes and your stomach fluttered with excitement in knowing you were about to take away each other's discomfort from this inescapable heatwave.

Grabbing the bowl of ice from the nightstand beside you, you straddled Fili's thick thighs, his impressive erection standing at attention making your mouth water. Unable to help yourself, you placed the bowl down beside him and took his cock in your hand, stroking it up and down a few times, pulling a playful grin out on his lips that quickly turned into a laugh from deep in his chest.

"We're going to forget all about the ice cubes if you keep on with that," he warned, but made no effort to stop you.

"Don't worry, Fi," you cooed. "I'm here to look after you."

Watching a crimson flush wash across his chest and neck, you released his shaft and dug your fingers into the bowl of ice, holding a few cubes between your palms until the cold created a burning sensation. Now that your hands were wet with cold water, you carefully pressed them onto his chest, watching his eyes flutter closed as he breathed through the relief. Before his heated flesh stole away all the cold, you carded your hands up through his chest hair to his neck, feeling his pulse hammer through the thick column, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed. A contented hum vibrated through him, and soon you felt the heat from his skin radiating back onto your palms, the temporary cooling effect no match for the man below you who always ran as hot as the sun itself.

"More?" you asked, even though you knew the answer.

"More." Fili opened his eyes to meet your gaze, the light blue now tinted dark with hunger, the simple word exchanged between you pertaining to more than just the ice.

You plucked a single cube from the already-melting pile, your arousal pulling deep in your core as you thought of the vast possibilities of pleasure that could come from such a simple thing.

"Close your eyes," you whispered, leaning your upper body over his, your lips ghosting over his own that were curved and plush and incredibly inviting as you spoke.

A smile broke out on your face as he instantly did as he was told, and gingerly you placed the cube on his bottom lip where it parted from the top, letting it linger there a moment. Slowly, you smoothed it back and forth, watching the melting water glisten in the pale moonlight coming in through the window.

You brought your face close to his again, replacing the ice with your burning lips in a longing kiss, your hands gripping each side of his jawline to keep him against you as your tongues fought each other for more access. The abandoned cube slid down Fili's neck, the water falling through the spaces between your fingers, making you move your hands to help spread it over his sticky collarbone. Both of you were panting when you broke apart, the not-so-innocent kiss nearly turning into something more and defeating the purpose of this whole thing in the first place.

You sat up straight again, choosing to ignore the sly grin on Fili's face as you tried to compose yourself, running your hand through your hair before grabbing a fresh cube from the bowl.

Fili was stoic, hardly showing any expression when you started rubbing the ice in a line down his neck to his chest, his breathing even as he relaxed into the sensation.

"Is that okay?" you asked, waiting for him to flinch even slightly as you circled one of his nipples with it.

"Mmm, yeah," he smiled lazily, his chest rising upward into your touch, welcoming the cooling reprieve like earth welcomes rain after a drought. His cock flexed between your legs as you traced the cube over to his other nipple, prompting you to sit down on his length, forcing it to press against his lower belly.

He groaned and pulled his lip between his teeth, squirming slightly to create more friction between you. Another ice cube disappeared, and you ground yourself down on him as you retrieved one more, the rolling motion of your hips causing him to grip them tightly with his fingers.

"Fuck, baby, that feels good," he growled, pressing his head back into the pillow, exposing his neck more to you.

"What does? The ice or me?" you asked playfully, the angle you found yourself in now as you leaned over him making his cock nestle into your wet folds even more.

He let out a frustrated laugh, attempting to shift his hips in order to push inside. "You!"

The ice stained the skin on his neck with wet streaks, gliding over his stubble without effort, and you kissed him everywhere it had just finished passing, your teeth grazing him slightly as you smiled at his sudden impatience.

You sat up completely, your chilled fingers pushing down on his chest as you granted him his wish and encased him fully in your aching heat, only to lift yourself off him again and grind on his hard girth.

Fili held your backside firmly as he lifted his upper body off the bed, preventing you from moving away from him as he searched your eyes, his voice low and laced with a threat.

"You shouldn't tease me like that."

"Why?" you asked, hoping he wouldn't feel your heart hammering in your chest that was flush against his.

"Because I'll tease you twice as much."

He captured your mouth with his, his kiss rough and demanding but full of a passionate want that made you moan into him, your core instinctively gliding over his shaft again that had his bulbous head threatening to slip back in with each movement. Your hands pulled at his hair as he in turn gripped at your back and bum, temptation calling you more and more to give in. Somehow, you still managed to resist, the act of having your most intimate flesh rubbing together without penetration sparking a feral feeling in you that you didn't want to let go of.

Blindly, you collected an ice cube from the bowl, placing it on the back of Fili's neck where his wet curls dusted against his tanned skin, the abrupt presence of cold making him buck against you and kiss you harder. Within seconds it melted down his back, his skin flaming with each new touch.

Fili slowed your kiss and parted his face from yours just enough to be able to see the swell of your lips caused by the roughness of his scruff, and you closed your eyes when his fingertips smoothed over them carefully. He placed his thumb on your lower lip, parting it to let the moan you attempted to hold back break free, opening enough to allow him to push it inside. The pad of his wide thumb scraped on your teeth before it found the smoothness of your tongue, the saltiness of his skin awakening your taste buds. You closed your lips around it, sucking as he slowly dragged it back out, pulling down your lip as he did. His mouth hurried to cover yours, his tongue diving in to get a taste of what his thumb experienced, his kiss steadfast and forceful.

You ground on his shaft again, each movement of your hips bringing the tip of his cock from between your folds to your puckered hole, the sensation and anticipation making you ache.

Struggling to keep his composure, Fili broke the seal of your lips and reached for a piece of ice, needing to calm the building heat between your bodies. Beginning on your forehead, he let the cube glide down around your brow to your cheek, eventually landing the barely-frozen stone on your lips. Allowing it to linger there until water dripped onto your chin and eventually vanished at the tips of his fingers, Fili slowly brought his lips to the places on your face it had traced, thankful that he was able to kiss the very spots that water had been lucky enough to have touched many times before him.

Without looking, Fili found the bowl, the ice slipping in his fingers until he was able to grip onto one well enough to bring it to your neck, the shock of the cold making you jump against him. A gasping breath caught in your throat that he swallowed greedily, his tongue demanding access to your open mouth. Water instantly streamed down your neck, the heat of your skin melting it easily, streaking down your chest where your nipples hardened. You took a long inhale when Fili freed your mouth from his, feeling your skin erupt in goosebumps as he circled each of your pebbled peaks with the little chunk of ice. Your fingernails dug into the thick flesh on his back when he took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, his tongue swirling around it while he tortured your other breast with what remained of the ice. The battling temperatures had you seeing stars, your head lulling back as you slowly continued to slide along the length of his shaft.

Fili was patient, clearly in no hurry to push inside you and fill you with his throbbing cock, content in building you up and bringing you to the edge before giving you what you needed. Another ice cube found its mark in the centre of your back, forcing you to arch forward where Fili sucked on the space between your neck and collarbone, his breath fiery and panting. He pressed his hand flat against the curve in your back, ensuring what was left of the chilled fragment would stay on your skin.

You continued to soak him with yourself, your body aching to shroad him while he placed ice cube after ice cube all over you, the sensation of the cold and rubbing your clit on his impressive hardness sending you into a frenzy. Your eyes screwed shut as you got yourself close, the familiar pull deep in your core erupting through your body with a tingle you couldn't help but chase.

"Lean back," Fili instructed, his disruption making you huff out a breath and pull your bottom lip in your teeth. You did just so, reaching your arms behind you to brace on his thighs right above his knees, giving him more room to explore your torso. He watched you intensely, his stare making you feel shy and exposed despite trusting him so much. "Good, now close your eyes." Slowly, you blinked your eyelids shut, part of you not wanting to stop looking at how blue his own eyes were in the moonlight, but also eager to comply in order to experience what he had planned for you next.

The sound of ice and water moving about in the bowl registered in your ears and you couldn't help but smile in a mix of nerves and excitement, curious as to where on your body he would melt the next one. Your hands clawed at his legs in anticipation, not realizing that you'd stopped rocking against him until he spoke again. "Don't stop getting yourself off, baby." His voice was rough and sent a shiver down your spine, and you gasped again when at the same moment he brought the ice between your breasts and held it there, allowing the frigid trail of water to drip all the way down your stomach until it finally met your scorching sex. It felt so cold it almost burned, stinging and contrasting so drastically against your swollen bud, and you moved harder on him, pressing yourself down on his shaft in a back and forth motion until you became lost again. You didn't notice the ice melting into salty streaks of water on your searing skin, your focus only on Fili's lips on your chest and neck, occasionally peppering sloppy, listless kisses on your chin and mouth.

"You look so good," he praised, his words spurring you on, knowing he was watching you with such adoration as you approached your climax. Right when you reached the point of no return, Fili held your hips and ceased your movements, one hand coming up to hold your chin once you stopped.

"Fi!" you cried, your body quivering as it tried to recover from the pleasure it didn't get to follow through with.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed you, guiding your head to fall on his shoulder as you evened out your breathing. "I'll make it worth it, I promise."

It was true, you knew he always looked after you exactly how you needed when he edged you like this and that these brief moments of misery would be rewarded tenfold. His scent surrounded you with each inhalation, the closeness of your face to the crook in his neck not at all helping your case, the smell of him equally as addicting as every other part of him and quickly coaxing you back into a primal state or pure need. Sweat and the lingering freshness of the lake began to take over his worn-off deodorant, revealing the faint scent of his natural odour, the promise of twenty-four hour protection having lost its effectiveness long ago.

He took hold of your face in both of his hands, pulling you up off of his shoulder to look closely at you. "Lay down on your stomach for me," he requested gently, his gaze piercing you with a long look of understanding and a silent question if you were okay. He kissed you long and slow once you nodded yes and lifted his hips, turning them to help guide you to lay on the bed.

Relaxing as much as you could, you laid on the damp sheets, feeling Fili position himself to kneel between your legs. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and peeled away your wet hair that stuck to your sweaty neck, then blew on your skin to make you squirm beneath him.

Fili chuckled and braced his arms in a stronger stance on either side of you like a protective frame, leaning down to brush his nose against the side of your cheek that faced him. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” he hummed, making you smile when he moved to bury his nose in your hair.

“Yes,” you whined, shifting to try to get him to touch you more. His cock nudged between your thighs, making you feel even needier for him than before, and you gripped at the sheets and writhed as your whines turned to moans.

Fili took a steadying breath and swallowed thickly, his patience wavering and will to resist diminishing by the second, feeling how his cock ached and throbbed almost painfully with how desperate he was to plunge into you and pound you into the mattress. A heavy sigh left him when you moved in a way that made the smooth skin on your bum glide against his velvety head, and he shuddered as his control faded even faster. But he couldn't peel his eyes away from you; you looked immaculate lying in wait below him, your mouth stretched into a sated, sweet smile that he knew he would see change to be open and spilling with cries of pleasure, the way your skin gleamed with sweat and little rivers of water he created, how your body craved his and showed him in all sorts of subtle ways.

"Fi?" you called to him in a quiet, submissive tone, bringing him out of his thoughts, the amount of time he had gone now without touching you in some way beginning to get to you.

Unable to deny you any more, Fili pressed his mouth on your neck and decorated you with feverish, haste kisses as his fingers reached for more ice.

You hummed in relief when he drew a new pattern starting from the nape of your neck, down between your shoulder blades, then traced along your side and over your ribs. You flinched at every touch even though the frosty temperature was welcomed, your body naturally reacting to this constant barrage of over-stimulation. More ice appeared, colouring your flaming skin like invisible ink as it thawed out in the dip in your lower back, over the curve of your cheek, and down the back of your thigh. His tongue joined the path he created, licking a warm, wide stripe over your bottom, the tang of your skin igniting his taste buds, his hunger for you brimming.

The next piece of ice that was chosen at random from the dwindling collection made its way into his mouth, the smoothness of it slowly dissolving on his warm tongue, and he couldn't help himself when he bit his teeth down into it to break it in half, the action helping to settle his erratic need for you.

The sound of the ice cracking on his teeth made you turn your head to look over your shoulder, and a question of what he was doing left your lips but was cut off mid sentence when you saw him spit it out into his hand, his fingers smoothing over the almost fully melted bit. It felt like your heart leapt into your throat when Fili looked up at you through his long, golden lashes, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust, but the reason behind his mischievous expression was answered when he dove his hand between your legs and held the ice against your clit, your cry of surprise barely muffled in the mattress. A sharp intake of air filled your lungs, and you instinctively arched your back and pushed your bum back toward him, giving him more access to touch you like that; the shocking cold of the ice and his fingers combined with his expert touch a new, and incredibly welcome experience you knew you wanted more of. The ice quickly vanished, but the cold lingered on his finger tips, the effect making your moans quiver out of your throat when he drove them between your folds and began pumping them in and out in a torturous rhythm.

You couldn’t help but match his movements, pressing your hips back against his hand, feeling yourself become even wetter the longer he worked at you. Your orgasm was imminent, lingering just below the surface from having been on the verge so many times, and when you felt Fili rocking against your leg with his cock, you knew you couldn’t hold back again.

Precum smeared on your skin as he humped you from behind, and he quickly began to lose control as he ground against you with a friction he knew could make him explode all over you just from this. He could feel you were close with the way your own actions were becoming irregular as you tried to pursue what he prevented you from having so far, but the way you clenched around his fingers each time they buried further into you made him want to be in you when you came, to squeeze him through to his own end and paint your insides with his spend. Knowing you were on the edge of becoming completely untamed and able to take control of him like he needed you to had his mind spinning, blood rushing to his head and his vision slightly blurred as he watched you attempt to cling onto the release you were so desperate for. He wanted you to use him, to take out your frustrations on him, the neediness he felt quickly taking over his current dominance over you. His swollen cock rubbed on your supple skin that shined with sweat in the perfect way that made him shudder, and he backed away before he spilled out on you, his voice low and rough despite the weakness he felt inside when he spoke.

“Come to the edge of the bed,” he ordered, breathless and exhausted from the heat and his efforts, already moving to sit on the side of the mattress. “Ride me.”

You’re quick to oblige to his simple instruction, your patience having worn out, and a flush of anger rose up to aid you in getting what you wanted, making the temperature of your skin sear even more. Roughly cupping his face with your hands, you straddled him, sinking down on his shaft without hesitation, feeling him whine into your mouth as you pulled him into a harsh kiss. As quick as you were to encase him, you lifted off of him, his stubble scratching your palms as your hands slid forward to keep his face close to yours when you deepened the kiss, a growl resounding out of his heaving chest. Fili’s hips shifted upward, trying to get inside you again, and you gripped his face harder despite parting your lips from his.

“Is that what you want?” you asked with a hint of malice in your voice, raising an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled in response and gripped your legs to adjust them better around his waist, looking up at you with a bright, innocent expression.

“You’re such a bastard,” you accused, seating yourself on him fully, both of you moaning from the long-overdue sensation. You raked your fingers through his sweat-streaked hair, making sure to let your fingernails scrape against his scalp a little harder than you normally would as a silent way to let Fili know you were serious.

It took no time to find a tempo that brought you back to the ascent to your peak; his cock buried deep in your sore cervix, stretching you out almost past your limit to catapult you to a quivering high. The way his hands smoothed over your thighs and up along your hips didn’t go ignored, his worship of your body evident with every touch and calculated to see you through to that blinding rapture.

Thankfully, he didn’t abandon the ice, continuously running pieces over your skin, sending your senses further into overdrive.

You felt like you were melting into him, every point of contact of your bodies sparking flames that spread out all over you, and despite the suffocating heat, you carried on with what you craved so badly. You rode him hard and fast, Fili matching your force beneath you as best he could, your legs slipping against his sweat-coated torso.

The pace at which you worked didn’t help with the heat, but each time you felt a new inferno flare up, it was erased by a residual piece of ice, as if Fili could predict the exact spot you needed it.

The air felt thick, making it difficult to fill your lungs with a proper breath, the hot air escaping from Fili’s mouth as he panted along with you adding to the haze.

Pressure built in your core, your nerves getting ready to explode and bring you to a place where nothing else existed for a brief moment.

Your limbs stiffened and convulsed, your nails digging into his flesh that would leave marks behind as evidence of your euphoria, and you cried out loudly, the cadence of your love making heard in the mix of your laboured breaths and sloppy, wet connection of your bodies.

Fili grunted as he hovered on the edge, following you into a drunken ecstasy as you fluttered and throbbed around him, and he did his best to rut up into you to meet his end but was unable to gain enough leverage with the soft bounce of the bed.

He held you tight and stood on weary legs, taking two uneasy steps to slam you against the wall, your mewling coaxing him right back to where he left off as you barely recovered from your climax.

A strong arm wrapped behind your back, holding you close to his body that glided too easily on yours, his wet body hair brushing your sensitive nipples and clit with each forceful action. You felt limp around him, like you would be unable to support yourself even if you needed to, relying solely on his sturdy frame to hold you up as he fucked you hard and relentlessly. Brute power flowed through him, his hips slapping into you in hard blows that made a weak smile form on your lips at how recklessly he needed you. However, that smile was short lived when Fili reached between you and circled your sensitive clit with his thumb, determined to make you fall apart again, aware it wouldn’t be a difficult task to accomplish. You hung onto his shoulders tightly, grinding against him as he increased his pace, and you caught sight of sweat pouring off of his brow just before your eyes screwed shut and you came for a second time. He pulsed and flexed inside you, filling you so full at the same time you soaked him again, and his lips crashed against yours in a frantic, impetuous kiss that silenced your pleasured sounds. You remained lost in your kiss together until you stopped rocking against one another, holding onto the aftershocks of such intense orgasms that rippled through you for what seemed like longer each time.

“Shower?” Fili asked quietly on your swollen lips, the saltiness of his sweat staining your tongue.

“Mm, that’s your best idea yet,” you hummed, anxious to feel the cool water and fresh soap cleanse your overheated, sex-coated skin.

“Better than the ice cubes?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shifting yourself slightly as he moved off the wall and carefully made his way toward the bathroom, still locked inside you.

“Maybe not, that was a really good idea.”

“That’s what I thought,” he grinned, clearly happy with himself before he pressed his mouth to yours again, kissing you in a more relaxed and satisfied manner compared to earlier.

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Kili Durin x F!READER (Modern female)

Pairings: Kili x Reader slight Fili x Reader if you squint lol

Tags: modern reader female, isekai, waking up in the hobbit, death, romance, adventure, magic, dwarves, elves, everyone lives AU!, eventual smut,

Author notes: hi this is my first time writing for the hobbit hopefully someone will like it ❤️ please be kind in the comments and don’t be afraid to message me any questions ❤️

When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful blue sky and the sun shining bright there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I sat up suddenly there was a pain in my stomach I winced and hissed. I lifted my shirt to look for any injury and didn’t find any. Then I realized the pain went away, I blinked a few times and thought back about my day and how I got here. The day went on as usual woke up spent some time to myself, which includes coffee and some gaming. Got ready for work, shower, brushed teeth, a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, a pair of shoes which were dirty from working in them. I drove to work, clocked in, put my Home Depot apron on, got stabbed by some crazed customer, clocked out, drove home…wait what? Let me back up a bit. I got stabbed by some crazed customer?? I lifted my shirt up again but didn’t see a stab mark. I huffed and got up. “Did I die? Is this heaven?” I chuckled. “Well I didn’t think I’d end up in heaven.” I looked around but didn’t see a person or angel in sight. I looked for any sign of life and saw smoke a few miles away. “I guess I’ll start there.” I walked towards where the smoke was residing. I walked into a small village. I mean literally small because the people were small and everything in the village was small. The people reminded me of hobbits with their pointy ears and big hairy feet. I walked to what looked like a market place. I thought I saw Bilbo baggins from the hobbit at one point but decided to kept walking. Til I recognized a familiar gray pointy hat. I sped up my pace and grabbed the persons sleeve. “Excuse me.” Once the man turned around I immediately recognized the man. “Yes my lady?” I felt my eyes go wide from shock. “Um I-I…” my words died from my mouth as I looked at his face longer. Gandalf raised his brow, “are you alright my dear?” I blinked realizing I’ve been staring at him. “You’re Gandalf the grey, right?” He looked at me up and down, staring at me questioning. “Indeed I am, and you are?” I realized I was making a fool out of myself I shook my head and cleared my throat. “Mr. Gandalf my name is Y/N and i know I’m going to sound crazy but I believe I ended up in either The Hobbit or Lord Of The Rings. Please believe me when I say that I’m not trying to do any harm to you or Bilbo or Frodo or Thorin.” He stared at me hard then he started to smile. “Well my dear why don’t we walk and talk.” I nodded and began to walk beside him. “So let’s start from the beginning.” I swallowed and started my tale of the hobbit careful enough to not give anything important away. “Hm. Well I do believe you my lady for I just talked to Bilbo not too long ago.” I smiled. “Thank goodness. Please let me join you and the company to take back the lonely mountain, with my knowledge I can help.” He thought for a moment and nodded. “Alright. Let’s get you some supplies for the journey ahead.” We hit the market again getting me a bedroll and some feminine products I’ll need. Then he lead me to a familiar hole in the ground. “This is bilbos place isn’t it?” Gandalf nodded. “I need to do something for a bit wait for me here til I return.” I nodded. “Okay.” He began to walk away. “Oh and Y/N do stay out of trouble.” I chuckled. “You got it.”

Hours went by I ended up on the grass and took a nap. It was hard not to when the sun felt nice on my skin and the grass felt comfortable. I was startled awake by a shake to my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I was met with brown and blue eyes. “Miss why are you sleeping out here?” I blinked and sat up. “Oh sorry I must’ve dozed off waiting for Gandalf.”

“Gandalf? Are you the new member uncle was telling us?” I nodded. “Probably, Gandalf told me to wait here for him, are you heading to Mr. Baggins?” They nodded. “He should be here soon why don’t we head in while we wait?” I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“I’m Fili and this is my brother Kili.” I nodded to Kili noticing him not saying anything. The three of us walked toward Bilbos home. Fili rang the doorbell. And we waited for the hobbit to open the door. Bilbo opened the door. Bilbo whimpered when he saw the three of us. “Fili.” Fili introduced himself “Kili.” Kili finally spoke. “And Y/N.” I introduced myself. The two dwarves bowed their heads. “At your service.” I nodded towards Bilbo. “You must be Mr. Boggins.”

“Nope! You can’t come in. You’ve come to the wrong house.” Bilbo went to close the door but Kili stopped him. “What? Has it been canceled?” The door was pushed back open a bit. “No one told us.” Fili walking close behind his brother. “No, nothings been canceled.” Bilbo said confused about what the dwarves were implying. “That’s a relief.” Kili pushed the door open more and walked in Fili and I followed after. “Sorry Mr. Baggins.”I say give him a sympathetic look. I could tell he was already getting frustrated. “Careful with these. I just had ‘em sharpened.” Fili began to take off his weapons. I walked in looking around the hobbits home. “The movies really didn’t do this place justice.” I muttered under my breath. Kili walking around. “It’s nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?” Kili asked. Without Bilbo paying attention Kili began to take the mud off his shoes on Bilbos mother’s chest. I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to tell him not to do that because it is Bilbos mother’s chest. “What? No, it’s been in the family for years.” Bilbo finally realized what Kili was doing. “That’s my mother’s glory box! Can you please not do that?” Bilbo was angry. Then Dwalin walked in and grabbing Kili’s shoulder leading him farther in the house. “Fili, Kili. Come on. Give us a hand.” All of us walked into what looked like a dining room. “Let’s shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Bilbo stammered. “Everyone? How many more are there?” I grabbed Fili’s weapons. “Here I’ll take these Mr. Baggins.”

“Th-thank you. Do you know what’s going on.” I smiled slyly and put Fili’s weapons somewhere out of the way. Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Bilbo feeling very frustrated walked towards the door. “Oh, no. No. No. There’s nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clot-heads idea of a joke…ha! Ha! I can only say it is in poor taste.” He opened the door I could hear the dwarves falling on the floor in the entrance of the hobbits home. I followed after Bilbo. Seeing the dwarves on the floor I giggled watching them grunt and groan. “Ah. There you are my lady I thought I told you to stay put.” I smiled. “Sorry I ran into Fili and Kili they said you would be here soon and well here you are.” Bilbo looked at Gandalf. “Gandalf.”

Soon everyone was in the dining room they were passing ales and food. Having a grand old time, I ate a bit myself. I grabbed a jug of ale and took a few gulps. I giggled some more seeing poor Bilbo tell the dwarves to put his food back from his pantry. Food was going left and right the dwarves drinking and eating. “Ale! Going one, two, three!” They were all chugging their drinks. A few letting out some burps. I laughed amongst them. Once they all finished eating they began to clean up I joined in obviously. “‘Scuse me but where do I put my plate?” Ori asked Bilbo. Fili walked up grabbing the plate from him. “Here you go, ori. Give it to me.” He tossed it to Kili who caught it without a problem and tossing it to Bifur. They were tossing all the dishes to get cleaned. I heard the dwarves clatter the silverware. “And can—can you not do that? You’ll blunt them.”

“Ooh, do you hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” They began to bang their shoes amongst the floor, making a beat. “ Blunt the knives, bend the forks.” Kili began to sing. “Smash the bottles and burn the corks.” Fili followed. “Chip the glasses and crack the plates.”

“That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all sang together. I danced a bit to their song. “Cut the cloth tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom mat. Pour the milk on the pantry floor. Smash the wine on every door. Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl. Pound them up with a thumping pole. When you’re finished, if they are whole. Send them down the hall to roll. That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all laughed after the song was finished. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door everyone quieted down. I looked at Gandalf. “He is here.” Bilbo and Gandalf walked to the door, I followed them. Gandalf opened the door for Thorin. “Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”

“Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago.” Gandalf closed the door after Thorin walked in. “There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins. Y/N. Allow me to introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield.” I bowed my head a bit to be polite. “So..this is the hobbit and Gandalfs assistant. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin circled Bilbo. “Pardon me?”

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”

“Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.” I crinkled a bit. “But I fail to see why that’s relevant.”

“I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” The dwarves laughed at Thorins comment. I felt a little sympathy for Bilbo. The dwarves all walked to the dining room it was just Bilbo, Gandalf, and I. “Your assistant aye.” I crossed my arms under my chest. Gandalf smiled. “Well I couldn’t just tell them you’re from another world now could I.” I nodded. “Alright, I guess it could work for now.”

I sat next to Fili and Kili at the dining table. “What need from the meeting in Ered Luin?” Balin asked Thorin. “Did they all come?”

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.”

“And what did the dwarves of the iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Dwalin asked. “They will not come.” Thorin answered.

“They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asked standing behind Gandalf. “Y/N, help my dear fellow Bilbo, let us have a little more light.” I nodded helping Bilbo bring some candles out. “Far to the east…over ranges and rivers… beyond woodlands and wastelands… lies a single, solitary peak.”

“The lonely mountain.”

“Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say it is time!” Glóin said. “Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain, as it was foretold. When the birds of yore return to erebor, the reign of the beast will end.”

“What beast?” Bilbo asked curiously. “That would be a reference to Smaug the terrible. Chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather. Teeth like razors. Claws like meat hooks. Extremely fond of precious metals.” Bofur described Smaug. “Yes, I know what a dragon is.” Suddenly Oir stood up. “I’m not afraid. I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of dwarvish iron right up his jacksie!”

“Good lad, Ori!” Nori cheered on the dwarf. “Sit down.” Dori told him. “The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us..but we number in just 16. And not 16 of the best…nor brightest.” That gave a bit of commotion. “We may be few in number… but we’re fighters. All of us! To the last dwarf.” Fili cheered on. “And you forget, we have a wizard in our company along with his assistant. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.” I bit back a laugh. “Oh, well, no. I-I-I wouldn’t say—,”

“How many, then?” Dori asked. “What?”

“How many dragons have you killed?” All the dwarves looked at Gandalf as he choked on his smoke. “Go on. Give us a number.” I watched as they fought amongst themselves. I pushed myself against the wall. “Uh, excuse me. Please.” Bilbo tried to talk to the dwarves when Thorin spoke up. “No more!” They all went silent. “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years. Eyes look west to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast of our wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back erebor?!” They all cheer til Balin cuts in. “You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.”

“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.” Gandalf brought out a key showing it to the dwarves. “How came you by this?” Thorin asked. “It was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.” Gandalf handed Thorin the key. “If there is a key…there must be a door.” Fili thought out loud. Gandalf showed them the writing on the map. “These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.”

“There’s another way in.” Kili spoke happily. “Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map, and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in middle earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believer that it can be done.”

“That’s why we need a burglar.” Ori concluded. “Hmm. And a good one too.” All eyes were on Bilbo. “An expert, I’d imagine.”

“And are you?” Glóin asked. Bilbo looked around realizing that he asked him. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert! Hey!”

“Me? No. No, no. I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

“Well, I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He’s hardly burglar material.” Balin replied.

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” Dwalin looked at bilbo and I. I felt a little offended. “C’mon Dwalin they’ll manage just fine.” Bilbo agreed what the dwarf said while I bit my tongue holding back insults. The dwarves talked amongst themselves. Then Gandalf made the house grow dark. Gandalf stood as tall as he could in the small hobbits house and in a loud and scary voice, “Enough! If I say Bilbo baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is. And you will talk to my assistant with more respect. Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him. My assistant here also has some insight about our quest which will be useful in taking back the lonely mountain. Smaug will not see us coming. You asked me to find the 14th member of this company, and I have found 2. There’s a lot more to them than appearances suggest. And they both got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including themselves.” I could tell he was mainly talking to Bilbo. “You must trust me on this.” Gandalf finished. Thorin seemed to take Gandalfs words seriously. “Very well. We will do it your way.” Bilbo doesn’t seem convinced though. “No.no.”

“Give them the contract.” Thorin looked at Balin. Balin took out a folded paper and handed it to Bilbo. “It’s just the usual. Summary of out of pocket expenses…time required, remuneration…funeral arrangements, so forth.” Bilbo seemed stunned by the words ‘funeral arrangements.’

“Funeral arrangements?” I placed my hand on bilbos shoulder, “it’ll be alright.” He opened the folded contract. Bilbo walked off to read the contract. Thorin leaned close to Gandalf talking about something important no doubt. “Terms: cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding 1/14th of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for any injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to lacerations…evisceration…incineration?” I giggled a bit at bilbos reaction. “Oh, aye. He’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.” Bilbo seemed to pause at that. All the dwarves took notice, “are you all right, laddie?” Balin asked the small hobbit. Bilbo put his hands on his knees,” yeah.” Bilbo seemed to try to process this, taking a few deep breaths. “Feel a bit faint.” I felt a bit sympathetic for poor Bilbo besides knowing he’ll be alright. “Bilbo?” I asked concerned for the hobbit, but it seems another dwarf had other intentions. “Think furnace with wings.” Bofur got up from his seat. I looked at the dwarf with eyes to plead to him to stop. “Air. I-I-I need air.” Bilbo looked like he was going to get sick. “Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash.” I bit my lip watching the scene play out. Bilbo tried his best to keep calm and to not faint, but he failed. “Nope.” And he went down. I closed my eyes and sighed, “now you’ve done it. Good going Bofur.” I put my hands on my hips. “Oh, very helpful, Bofur.” Gandalf sarcastically said. I grabbed the contract picked up a quill and signed my name, handing it to Balin. “There you go.” Balin looked at the signature. “Welcome to the company, my lady.” I bowed my head and he did the same. The company helped poor Bilbo up and onto his comfy armchair. He was well awake and holding a cup of tea. “I’ll be all right. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.” Gandalf smoking his pipe seemed to get angry at the small hobbit. “You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me, when did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you?” Remembering this moment I decided to leave Gandalf and Bilbo to their conversation joining the dwarves in the other room. Fili and Kili walked up to me,” is Mr. Boggins all right?” I nodded. “Yes but he and Gandalf are having a serious conversation so I’d wait if you want to talk to him.” Kili nodded. “Do you think he’ll come?”

“No way brother, Mr. Boggins is way too comfortable here.” Fili responded. “I think he’ll come.” I smiled a little. “Why did you not faint, don’t dragons scare you?” Kili asked, I chuckled a bit, “of course they do but I also think dragons are cool. Seeing one up close sure would be a story to tell one day, that’s if I make it.” I know the story of them but what of me technically I died who knows what’ll happen to me here. “Cool? Dragons are not cool, remember what Bofur said. Furnace with wings.” Fili reminded me, I laughed. “Yes, yes. I remember I just meant they’re majestic, and also terrifying.” I have to remind myself that ‘cool’ isn’t a normal slang term in this world. In that moment Bilbo was walking past us going to what I believe is his bedroom. Kili and Fili suddenly left me to join the other dwarves in the living room. I began to hear humming and singing from the living room, remembering Thorin singing the misty mountain. I sat outside of the room listening to the beautiful sound but also hearing the mournful sound in Thorins voice. I vowed to myself I’ll make sure the durin line will survive once we arrived at the lonely mountain. Leaving my place in the hobbits home I walked outside took a place near the entrance of the hobbits home and fell asleep.

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