#modern thorin fanfiction

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

The Wormhole, Part 1

Long time no see, Tumblr friends!  To put it simply, college and real life have been my focus for these past few months and now that things are (hopefully) slowing down a bit for the summer, I hope to maybe scroll this hellsite more often than once a month.  

Writer’s block has also been defeated (for the moment) and I’ve got a fun new story in the works.  This one here is just one I’ve been sitting on for awhile.  Enjoy!  

Character Relationships:  Thorin Oakenshield x Modern!Female OC

Content Warning(s):  Mentions of manipulative behavior from an ex-boyfriend and his appearance.

Summary:  Reverse of the “Girl falls into Middle Earth” trope.  Thorin finds himself mysteriously transported to the modern world after surviving BOTFA and winds up in the care of a New York Academy of Arts teacher, Estel Cavanah.  She has no idea why this man is so incompetent with the day’s technology.  

“…And as you can see, the honey shade matches up pretty well with Nashville blue.  The darker tones cool the orange.”  I paused to glance at the clock on the other side of the room.  The neon red numbers signaled the looming end of my class period.

Or, by the way my students were shuffling in their seats and surreptitiously packing away pen and paper, perhaps it was more of a couldn’t-come-soon-enough.  

“Seeing as we are almost out of time, I’ll let you all go. See you on Friday!”  I smiled as the room immediately erupted into a flurry of movement.  The students, all eager to head home to relax at the end of a long day, feverishly packed up the last of their things and filed out of the room.  It was almost insulting how quickly they wanted to leave my class.  But I could understand their hurry; I had been a student once, and no matter how much I loved art, sometimes I couldn’t wait to get out of the classroom.

I turned to my own desk to pack up my stuff for the day, only to pause when a knock broke the silence.  Annoyance sprung to life at the thought of having to spend more time here when I could be at home.

Slowly, I turned around, wondering what student had dropped by.  But it wasn’t a student.  The person wasn’t even a resident of the state!

“Zach, what are you doing here?!”  I asked incredulously, unable to believe that the man was even standing in my doorway.  “You live in North Carolina!”  

“I came here to talk with you,” he said.  I shot him a look.  

“Zach, there is a reason phones were invented. Besides, what is so important that you come up to New York without calling me?”  I asked, propping my hands on my hips.  Then another thought occurred to me.  A much darker and more disturbing thought.  “How did you even know where I was?  We haven’t talked since high school!”

Zach just shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked further into my classroom.  “That’s not really important, Estel—”  

“Oh, I really think it is…”

“…I just wanted to see if you wanted to get back together.  I think we made a mistake when we broke up.”  Zach kept walking, and I began to feel the cold chills of anxiety trickle down my spine.  I stepped behind my desk, putting it between me and him.

I really didn’t think he would do anything, but at the same time, it felt like a very real possibility.

“Zach, we dated in high school.  We’re adults now.  If it didn’t work out then, I don’t think it will work out now.  Now, get out of here before I call security.”  I made a show of picking up my cell phone and unlocking it.  

He stopped walking, finally taking his hands out of his pockets to raise them in the air.  “Woah, slow down girl.  Let’s just talk, okay?  Just because we didn’t work out in high school doesn’t mean we won’t work out now.”

“I really don’t think it does…  And don’t tell me what to do, Zach.  You’re the one who’s shown up out of the blue after stalking me!” My finger hovered over the keypad on my phone, waiting to dial the campus police.  

“I’m not stalking you!”  The words burst out of Zach like an avalanche.  Immediately, his face became apologetic, and he took another step towards me.  “I’m sorry, that was rude of me, Estel…”

Instantly, I was brought back to my days as a high schooler trying to figure out both my life and manage a boyfriend at the same time. Everything pointed towards us becoming high school sweethearts.  Then one day the daydream shattered.  I was introduced to just who my boyfriend really was, and he wasn’t the man I had thought he was.  

Early on in our relationship, he’d stood behind me in my goals and dreams.  When I said that I wanted to be a teacher, he told me to follow my heart.  But when the topic came up again a few months later, he wasn’t as supportive.  

To put a long story short, he wanted to get married young and start a family.  My going away to college in a different state would put a damper on his goals.  That made me the selfish one in the relationship.

And he didn’t want that.  He did his best to hold on to our relationship and convince me to stay with him, but in the end I had to be true to myself and follow the path my heart was leading me on.  

I wasn’t sad when it ended; I felt freer than I had felt in what seemed like forever.  And the saying about hindsight being 20/20 was a constant presence in my mind as I went over our relationship.  I noticed manipulative behaviors that I hadn’t picked up on before. I realized how lucky I was to get out of it early.  To be true enough to myself not to give up my dreams for a guy.

Gathering my courage, I slipped my laptop into my bag. “No, I don’t want to hear anything from you.  We aren’t ever getting back together, Zach.  I don’t even know why you would think that.  Now, I have to go.”  Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder.  Holding my phone—keypad at the ready—I marched past Zach.

I left him behind just like I had all those years ago.  No glances over my shoulder for one last glimpse.  I just wanted to go home where I felt safe.  

The walk to my car had never felt longer, even in the broad daylight.  Clicking the button on my fob to unlock it, I pulled open the door and threw my bag in before climbing into the driver seat.  As I sat and collected my bearings, a niggling thought rose in my brain.

If Zach knew where I was teaching, chances were he knew exactly where I lived.  Right down to the apartment number.  

All of a sudden, home no longer felt as comforting. It felt dangerous to go back to, despite how much I wanted to.  And I had no choice.

Scanning the parking lot, I pulled out of my space.

~~~

I showed up early at the stable I worked at part-time, not feeling safe at my apartment.  Coincidentally, it was also owned by my brother who was too busy managing the family estates down in Havana to spend much time managing it.  That job fell to me as his little sister.  

The black sheep of the family.

I could only hope that Zach didn’t know about it. Maybe I could buy a sleeping bag and camp out in one of the empty stalls for the night…  Or text Ash and see if I could crash at her apartment for the night. She wouldn’t refuse me.

At least, not if her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Mike, wasn’t around.  Then I really didn’t want to be in the same flat.

Pulling out my phone, I unlocked it and began typing out the message to her when the bugling of a stallion ripped through the air. I frowned, the noise out of place at the normally serene stable.  

Then I heard the screaming.  

Shoving my phone in my pocket and throwing open the door, I bolted out of my car and towards the one pasture that contained a stallion.  The most ill-tempered beast I’d ever had the displeasure of handling.  Although, given that I didn’t get involved too much with horses, wasn’t really saying much.

Quickly catching up to a teen who was also hurrying towards the commotion, I grabbed their arm to stop them.  “Grab a lead rope!”  I gasped before taking off again.  I could only wonder which cocky new teenage boy had decided that he would be the one guy Ferrari—the stallion—liked.  

And exactly how much legal trouble I was about to get into.

Turning the corner to the gate of the paddock, I stopped and did a double take.  The man currently dangling from the mouth of the bay stud definitely was not one of the kids employed here.  Nor did he look like the sort that frequented prestigious stables like this one.  He looked more like a well-kept hobo than anything.

“GET THIS BLOODY HORSE OFF ME!”  The man bellowed, catching sight of me standing like an idiot on the outside of the paddock.  

I snapped out of the daze I’d gone into and looked around wildly for the stable hand I’d stopped earlier.  “Where’s a lead rope!?”

I was answered only by a stream of curses from the man as Ferrari shook him like a ragdoll.  Then pounding footsteps heralded the arrival of the kid with a lead rope.  

Snatching it out of his hand, I jumped the fence and sprinted towards the grappling pair.  “Ferrari!”  I screamed, trying to get his attention on me and away from the unknown man.  “Ferrari!”  

But the stallion paid no attention to me and continued to grind his teeth into the shoulder of the man he had cornered.  

As Ferrari tightened his grip, the man swung at him, calling him a variety of colourful names as he tried to pull away from the stallion.  

I darted in, clipping the lead rope onto Ferrari’s halter.  Then I swatted his rump with the end of the rope to get his attention.  Instantly, Ferrari dropped the man and went after me. Jumping out of the way of his teeth, I waved my hands at the man now crumpled on the ground.

“Get out of the pasture!  Go!”  I yelled at him, dodging Ferrari again.  “He hates men!”  

The man didn’t move, and I began to worry about what it would mean if he was dead.  Probably more legal troubles than if he was injured, that was for sure.  Beckett was going to be absolutely thrilled.  

“Estel, I’ll take him!”  A feminine voice called, and I shot a quick glance over my shoulder towards the stable.  Chelsea—one of the most experienced horsewomen employed here—was jogging towards me.  

As she approached, Ferrari began to calm down.  Chelsea had a way with him that none of the other female employees had.  His ears were stilled pinned tightly back and he danced in place, but he wasn’t trying to bite me anymore.

“Hey, Ferrari…”  She cooed, taking the lead rope from me, and stroking his nose.  Ferrari snorted suspiciously.  “Come here, boy.  Let’s get you inside, huh?”  She pulled gently on the rope and led Ferrari away.

That left me with the unfortunate man who had found himself in Ferrari’s pasture.  As I ran over to him, he suddenly pushed himself up off the ground, clutching his shoulder and grimacing in pain.

“Sir, are you alright?”  I asked, dropping onto my knees beside him.  From a distance, he’d looked like one of the bums that littered the streets of New York, but up close was a different story.

He obviously had some concept of hygiene—he certainly smelled nice—and his beard was neatly trimmed.  And as he raised his head to look at me, he revealed startling blue eyes that pierced me with a distrusting gaze.  

“I’m fine.”  He spat in a voice that carried the thickness of an unfamiliar accent.  “Where am I?”

“Blacktop Stables in New York.  Now, I think I should take a look at your shoulder. Ferrari is a man-hater, and it looked like he had you good.”  I reached out to gently pull his hand away from his shoulder.

He let out a short laugh.  “Horses have never liked me.  You have healer training then?”  He asked, resisting my attempts to pull his hand away so I could look at Ferrari’s handiwork.

“If by healer training, you mean medical training, then yes, I know a little.”  He dropped his hand, revealing a slobber-soaked fur vest.  “Umm…  I think I’ll need you to remove your shirt…”  

He grunted, unbuckling the belt that held the vest closed before shrugging it off.  A dark blue, velvet looking coat followed directly after.  The movement of his arm caused him to grimace and let out a hiss of pain.  Beneath it was a metallic sort of shirt that looked like some sort of armor.  He pulled the armor shirt over his head, leaving him in only a blue shirt that reached almost to his knees.  

“Blast…”  He hissed through clenched teeth.  Gingerly, he lowered his injured arm back to his side.

By this point, I felt like I was watching the clothing version of a clown car.  I couldn’t help but wonder if he had another two shirts underneath this one.  

Unbuttoning what I guessed was called a ‘tunic’, his upper body was finally revealed.  And it made the artist in me want to weep tears of joy.

If ever there was a perfect body, he had to have it. Thick, muscled arms hung from broad shoulders.  There wasn’t a speck of fat on his torso to hide the chiseled abs this man possessed. And he was able to make it look like the most natural thing in the world, unlike some of those shirtless male models I had tried to use as inspiration in the past.  

“You said you have healer training?”  

The distinctly masculine voice broke me out of my…reverie.  Quickly, I focused my gaze on his face.  Away from the abs that I was itching to sketch.  

“Uh, yeah.  Let me take a look here…”  I peered at the bite mark on his shoulder.  Ferrari had left him deep indents of his teeth, but the skin hadn’t been broken.  Already I could see the purple bruising characteristic with horse bites forming in a wide circle around the bite marks.  His excessive layers of clothes had saved him from a much worse injury.

Not that he wouldn’t go through hell in the coming weeks.  Bites of this severity literally made you unable to move the arm without excruciating pain for weeks.  

“Will I live?”  The question was quiet, and I glanced up to see a whisper of a smile on his face.  Oddly, I got the sense that this wasn’t an unfamiliar question for him to ask.  

“I can almost guarantee you will,” I shot him a small smile.  “Just put some ice on it, take some ibuprofen, and try not to use that arm much for a few weeks.”

He frowned.  “Ibuprofen?  What is that?”

The fact that he was unaware of one of the most basic over-the-counter drugs was baffling.  Everybody knew what ibuprofen was!  

“It’s a medicine you can take if the bite hurts too much.  And from what I’ve heard, a bite like yours hurts like hell.”  I explained, leaning back on my heels.  “If you aren’t able to get any, I could give you some.”  

“No, I’ve had worse than a horse bite.”  He dismissed my offering.  “Now, you said we were in someplace called New York?  Is that on the Anduin?”

I stared at him.  “The Anduin?  I’ve never heard of that.  New York is a state in the United States.  East coast?”  

The look I got back told me he’d never heard of any of it.

This whole thing was weird.  First he showed up out of the blue in Ferrari’s pasture.  The same pasture that had seven-foot fencing supplemented with electric wire and was surrounded by private ground.  And somebody would have stopped him inside the stable.  

Second, there was the whole deal with his clothing.  It looked nothing like anything made today. That and he wore armor.  To be quite frank, it didn’t even look like it was from this world.

Third, he had never heard of the US before, and he was living in it.  

Or maybe I was turning into one of those off-the-grid hippies who believed in UFOs.  There had to be a logical explanation for all this.  It wasn’t like he actually had come from a different world.  That was preposterous.

He probably just hit his head or something when Ferrari was slinging him around.  I reasoned with myself.  He’s probably just a little confused right now.

Standing up, I motioned for the man to join me. “Follow me and I can get you a bandage for your shoulder…”  I paused, waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Thorin,” the man supplied with a nod of his head.  “At your service.”

“Estel, uh, at yours.”  I fumbled, hoping I hadn’t just entered into some deal with the man.  Turning around, I took one look at the stables and felt my heart stop beating in my chest.

Zach was standing at the gate of the paddock.

“Oh, no….”  I whispered, frozen in place.  I’d felt so sure that he’d had no idea that I worked here.  Beckett certainly didn’t advertise by using me.  “He followed me…”  

“Is something wrong?”  Thorin asked from behind me.  I looked back over my shoulder at him, taking in his broad frame. He had his clothes bundled up in his arms, hiding his torso from the world.  Dark brown hair sprawled across his shoulders, untamed by any sort of hair tie.

“Um,” I looked back over at Zach.  He was staring at Thorin; a small frown on his face as he took him in.  Automatically, I began formulating my “it’s not what you think” speech in my head.  I knew what it looked like.  A man and a woman out in a field, alone.

Except…That was exactly what would get him off my back. If I was a taken woman, he couldn’t come after me.  

“Thorin, I know this is asking a lot, given that we don’t know each other, but I really need you to pretend you’re my boyfriend. He,” I nodded over in Zach’s direction, “is my ex from a long time ago and he’s been stalking me, trying to get back together.  I just need you to pretend for like a day and then we can part ways.”  I pleaded, looking up into light blue eyes.  

Thorin stared back at me, then glanced up to look at Zach.  “You don’t want his attentions?”  He asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah, I just want him to leave me alone,” I sighed. The defeat I felt over my helplessness must have carried into my voice, because the iciness began to fade from his eyes.  

“You’ve told him this?”  His voice took on a gentler tone.

“I made it very clear, and he obviously didn’t listen.”

“Then I will pretend to be your…boyfriend.”  He agreed, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth.  Instantly, his tough, rough-hewn aura faded to be replaced with a sense of security. “He will not lay a finger on you, Miss Estel.”

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[possibly-a-table-or-just-gay]

I love sibling dynamics, what can I say

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[rynneer]

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 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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Thorin’s Company reaction to Modern!Reader w/ Hiccups

Thorin’s Company x Modern!Reader w/ Hiccups

Fandom: The Hobbit

So recently I learned that humans from our world probably only experience hiccups due to our fish ancestors, so I thought: ‘how would the dwarves, elves, hobbits, humans and wizards of Middle Earth react to Modern!reader with hiccups as none of them would ever have experienced it?’  Y’know, because they were born from Gods/Goddesses?  So expect more of this but for the others lol <3

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None other than the occasional mention of reader being a woman but other than that this is simply some fun headcanons.  :D

Note: Enjoy these headcanons <3

Word Count: 4,366 (roughly)

[Second Person Perspective]

(This image is from ‘Elrond’s Daughter’ a tumblr account from 2012 and 2013 ish.  This was posted by them in 2012 so check them out if you like this <3) (You might also recognize this from my previous ‘Thorin’s Company’ fanfic, it’s just very convenient to use).

Thorin: (Romantic):

♡  Thorin didn’t care that you were basically from an entirely different world when he met you through Gandalf at the start of their quest for Erebor.  He was more focused on the fact that you were his One and you were human which he felt meant you needed extra protection and support.

♡   Even though you reassured him you’d be fine and you could handle yourself in battle.  You were trained by the Elves of Rivendell themselves afterall.

♡  Thorin knew what to expect with women more so than the other dwarves so he wasn’t surprised when you - his significant other - had stomach cramps or mood swings.

♡  He felt prepared for anything you might need or want.  He almost always knew how to help you even if it was just hugs that you needed.

♡  That was, of course, until the first time you started making weird, jostling squeaks.

♡  Every time you made one of these squeaks your body would shake a bit, sort of like a flinch.

♡  He was so confused.

♡  What was happening?  Why were you making weird noises?  What should he do?

♡  Was this a human symptom of death?

♡  Did you need food?  Water?

♡  You had to reassure him that they would stop on their own eventually.

♡  He didn’t believe you.

♡  So you said “I am not a fish” and your hiccups stopped completely thus proving your point.

♡  ??Why did you say that??  Did you need to rest?  Are you overtired?  Are you insane?

♡  You answered “yes” to that last one.

♡  He wasn’t amused.

♡  It took a while but he eventually got used to them.

♡  He still offered Oin’s medicinal remedies whenever you started to hiccup again, but you always declined because they’d just go away on their own anyway.

♡  His concern was so sweet but don’t think for a minute he would let you fight with those things.

Fili: (Romantic):

♡  He thought you were weird when you first met.

♡  But in a good way.  Weird in a good way.

♡   You both hit it off the instant you met and shared lots of jokes and pranks with Kili.  Mostly minor pranks that do no damage but are enough to just be funny.

♡  Thorin doesn’t mind unless you delay the journey a few extra minutes.

♡  Luckily you guys never actually get in any real danger or trouble, and when fighting you’ve got each other’s backs.

♡  Kili thinks you’re great and knew you two would eventually court.

♡  As soon as the company had the guts to tell you what their courting traditions were, but until then you had been left to your blissful ignorance and just happily braided Fili’s hair and played with it at the end of long days.

♡  He did not mind one bit.

♡  The company didn’t say anything about it, they thought it was cute and knew you were clueless to its meaning.

♡  After all the adventures you two had been on and all the time spent together, he felt he knew your every quirk and habit.

♡  Fili could read you so well, he knew when you were tired and hungry before you even did.

♡  He’d share his food with you, you’d reciprocate.

♡  So you can imagine his bewilderment when you two are hanging out and you suddenly start squeaking out of nowhere.

♡  He wasn’t really concerned, but he was definitely confused.

♡  Fili knew if it was hurting you, you’d speak up about it but you remained silent in regards to the squeaks the whole time.

♡  After they’d settled and he’d gotten you some water, he decided to ask about them as politely as he could.

♡  He didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

♡  So you happily explained what they were and how you couldn’t control or stop them.

♡  He was honestly glad you were fine, but gosh you’d had him a bit worried.

♡  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

♡  “Actually, water is nice and does help a bit.”  You smiled.

♡  So he made sure to always bring you water whenever you had the hiccups.  He was really sweet and attentive.

♡  You weren’t about to reassure his worries more than you had.  Let’s be honest here, you liked having his attention whenever they occurred.  It was so sweet.

Kili: (Romantic):

♡  Meeting Kili was very interesting.

♡  That’s it.

♡  Nah, totally kidding, here’s the story!

♡  Gandalf had decided to head to Rivendell to find you and have you join the company.  His plan was to leave with you after a good rest and receiving Lord Elrond’s help.

♡  Unfortunately, you’re incredibly unpredictable and constantly climbing trees and buildings like a cat.  Like all the time.

♡  So two days after arriving in Rivendell, the dwarves were getting settled and having fun just relaxing.

♡  The two Princes (Fili and Kili) were casually wandering Rivendell, just exploring the area by themselves, not causing any trouble or bothering anyone with minor pranks for once.

♡  It was a very quiet and uninteresting day.

♡  Until you slipped from your spot on a tree - trying to catch a squirrel - and you fell landing directly on top of Kili.  Just...absolutely destroying this prince’s poor spine with your weight and fall.

♡  Luckily, you were uninjured as a soft, cuddly prince broke your fall!

♡  And that’s how you both first met and Gandalf finally found you and invited you to join the company.

♡  I say “invite” but he dragged you along no matter your answer.

♡  Despite such a rocky beginning you both got along really well and Fili even liked you.  Especially because you apologized a lot for falling onto Kili and he quickly forgave you.

♡  You guys had made good time travelling to Erebor by the time you first had hiccups around the group.

♡  Kili started panicking and began gently shaking you by the shoulders.

♡  “IS THIS HELPING!?”

♡  “no?”

♡  “WHY!?”

♡  It took some time and lots of Fili pulling Kili off you and Thorin pulling the brothers away from you and Balin checking on you and my God you didn’t have a single chance to catch your breath I’m so sorry--

♡  Once you had a sip of water and two whole minutes of quite, your hiccups stopped and you felt so much better.

♡  You gave the best explanation you could and a very better summary.  Because the explanation wasn’t good enough for Kili, he seriously needed to know how to help you next time.

♡  The next time they attacked you, he was ready with honeyed tea and cinnamon.  It didn’t help the hiccups, but it did help your dry throat from the snowy, cold air so you didn’t say anything about it.

♡  Besides!  Kili makes a damn good cup of cinnamon and honey tea.

Dwalin: (Romantic):

♡  This tough, gruff man could not easily trust or care about some stranger he just met for the first time.

♡  Everyone had hidden motives and intentions until proven otherwise by lots of conversing and close watching.

♡  He could easily weed out any spy, evil person, selfish aristocrat - you name the evil, he could spot it and scare them away.

♡  Dwalin had this skill from protecting the line of Durin and serving Thorin for a long time, basically being his bodyguard and most trusted with Balin being the second most trusted and Thorin’s advisor.

♡  So you can bet he wouldn’t care for some strange woman Gandalf forces to join the company.

♡  Right?

♡  Wrong!

♡  To be honest he fell for you the moment he first laid eyes on you and watched as you walked directly into a solid brick wall.

♡  It was kind of funny.

♡  You both got along very well and he found you were actually very knowledgeable and had lots to add in conversations.

♡  He never had to worry about small talk ever again when you were near.

♡  You could handle all the small talk for Dwalin and then just hold a normal conversation with him.  It was perfect, he just got to stand there and politely nod when needed until the person left!

♡  This man is incredibly strong with very good reflexes, so every time you trip, slip or go to walk into a tree he’s there to catch you and redirect you.

♡  You have long-sighted vision, so you’re one hell of an archer, but you can’t see shit three feet in front of you.

♡  Literally you learned to read from 6 feet away from the damn book, but hey it worked for you!

♡  Dwalin is thoroughly impressed by your ability to see so far so perfectly when his own vision is becoming quite the opposite.  It gets harder for him to see long distance every decade that passes.

♡  After months of travelling, adventuring and laughing together you finally started courting.

♡  And it was a month after this that you first experienced hiccups around Dwalin.

♡  Dwalin grew quite concerned and quickly got you water, food, a dog to hug, he gave you his coat, started the fire in your room.  Your hiccups lasted quite a while but after some water and food they died down.

♡  A gentle conversation about how much you appreciated him ensued.  BUT you also explained how all of that wasn’t quite necessary as hiccups go away on their own.

♡  You could explain how hiccups occur to this man as many times as you want and he will forget every time.  But he does remember that they’re uncomfortable, uncontrollable and involuntary.

♡  So he makes sure every is very respectful whenever you have the hiccups and no one dares to even flinch or cough until you’re both a safe distance away or the hiccups stop.

♡  Very protective man, but very fun to tease.

Bofur: (Romantic):

♡  You and Bofur make toys and trinkets together (he taught you) and this is how you spent a lot of your time.

♡  Out on a date?  Gathering materials for your creations.

♡  Spending time together just relaxing?  The room is decorated with your trinkets and jewelry.

♡  Sometimes he’d create the items and you’d paint or tweak them, making sure that there were no missed spots or details.

♡  One day, whilst painting you began hiccuping and had to take breaks between painting the trinkets so you wouldn’t ruin it.

♡  Bofur grew concerned after a minute.

♡  At first he was certain it was just a strange cough, but it kept going.

♡  He checked on you multiple times and you reassured him you were fine until he finally gave up and stood up.

♡  He offered to take you to Oin and when you said ‘no’ he offered a walk in some fresh air.

♡  You needed a break and said ‘sure’ and decided to explain the hiccups during your walk because he kept questioning you all about them.

♡  He was surprised to hear it was normal and common for you.

♡  He’d never encountered such a mysterious little squeak in his entire life.

♡  Bofur made you some tea after the walk and picked you some flowers for your room.

♡  You put them in a vase and sat them on your bedside table.

♡  He continued to offer aromas and scented things in case they helped, but you didn’t mind because the smell of lavender was actually very relaxing.

♡  Whilst you and him had time apart he came back looking a little more excited each day and soon you found out why.

♡  He was making you a toy that makes a little ‘ding’, or bell sound, when you press a button on it’s back.

♡  “It’s like your hiccups”  He explains with a cute smile.

♡  Please marry this man.

♡  You gave him a big hug for the cute little invention and it sits right beside your bed all the time.

Balin: (Platonic):

♡  Balin had seen many things in his time in Middle Earth.  From Erebor before Smaug and after they took back the mountain and Thorin reigned king.

♡  Balin taught you a lot of things, especially about Dwarven culture when you took a liking to Thorin.

♡  He could see the relationship blossoming between you two and always looked out for you and helped teach you anything you wanted to know about.

♡  He was wise, gave great advice.

♡  So you can imagine the fear and worry he feels when he encounters something he’s unfamiliar with that appears severe.

♡  Like your hiccups.

♡  He first saw these when Fili and Kili startled you awake as a prank and you were all laughing.

♡  Until you started hiccuping and the laughter quietened.

♡  You reassured them everything was okay but the poor brothers thought you were experiencing a heart attack and desperately tried to help you.

♡  You were pushing them off until Thorin and Balin shooed them away.

♡  Balin gave you some pats on the back and a “you alright, lasso?”

♡  Even when you nodded he didn’t believe you and helped you stand up and pack up your gear.

♡  He decided to give you some room to breathe and once they died down he checked in on you again.

♡  After a thorough explanation he still didn’t quite understand but he nodded anyway.

♡  “It is what it is, no use dwelling on something we can’t change.  I’m glad you’re alright.”

♡  He gave you another pat on the back and off you were back on the road with the group and some apologies from Fili and Kili.

 Bifur: (Platonic):

♡  You can’t tell this man anything.

♡  He struggles to communicate because you don’t know his Dwarvish sign language and he doesn’t know your English sign language.

♡  You can speak, but you’re mostly mute and non-verbal.  But you make an excellent fighter and cook so the company loves you.

♡  They met you when they picked up Bilbo actually and during the journey were quite surprised when anti-social “i only like my family” Bifur hung around you.

♡  He started acting like a protective uncle despite the communication barrier and always brought you food when you were busy setting up camp or gathering firewood.

♡  The company watched intriguingly as you and Bifur slowly learned each other’s sign language through constant, but slow, communication.

♡  When he talked it was only Dwarvish and when you talked it was only ever very quietly.

♡  You sort of bonded over this and fought together, like watching each other’s backs.

♡  He made sure you got extra food, showed you how to sharpen your weapons and polish your armour.

♡  Made sure the group didn’t give you trouble by making sure it was clear you were family to him.

♡  So when you squeaked and ‘flinched’ during a sign language discussion he flooded you with Dwarvish questions both out loud and in sign language.

♡  He was high-tailing it to Oin and Bofur whilst carrying you on his back like a log of wood.

♡  He was also shouting a string of Dwarvish insults at anyone in his way which happened to be poor Nori and Kili trying to set up camp.

♡  You took the medicines Oin made you and appreciated Bofur’s comfort, but needless to say, communicating the hiccups and what they were took all night.

♡  That’s not exaggerated this man is stubborn, needs a translator, Bofur needs time to process what the fuck you’re saying to then translate it.

♡  Everyone else is asking so many questions.

♡  By the end of the night you got halfway through the explanation.

♡  The next day was spent traveling and explaining the rest.

♡  Yup, the entire day.

♡  And then you had to re-explain during the night.

♡  The stubbornness of Dwarves to receive new information was going to be the death of you but you got through it.

♡  Not a fun experience, 2/10, but just because Fili and Kili laughed for two hours making jokes about your world’s strangeness and Bofur sung songs about fish.

♡  Bifur was super understanding by the end of this three day, yes three day, adventure though.

♡  He gave you several hugs and pats on the back which is high praise from this man.

Ori: (Platonic):

♡  PLease, the first time you began to hiccup around him he was so startled he messed up his drawing of a flower and you felt so bad.

♡   It was a constant back and forth of “I’m sorry!” and “do you want help?” and both of you were saying those to each other.

♡  He was worried, but he felt bad that his concern might be overwhelming you and you felt bad you messed up his drawing and were offering to help him fix it.

♡  It was great.

♡  You were both crying by the end of the moment and you still had hiccups.

♡  Ori took you to Dori because he had no clue how to help you and you were still crying with him so you couldn’t explain it.

♡  Dori was startled from his work by two crying - practically children - young adults covered in dirt.

♡  He had to give you both cookies and milk until you calmed down.

♡  Once you explained the situation and your hiccups, Dori left you both with some big brotherly advice and a slice of cheese each before leaving you two alone again.

♡  You and Ori enjoyed your cheese and you helped him fix up his drawing.

♡  From then on Ori was more aware of your hiccups and didn’t mind when they happened.

♡  He mostly ignored them unless they went on for like five minutes straight, then he’d look at you pretty concerned.

♡  He decided to write poems about the hiccups and draw cute little mini-yous hiccuping in his books.

♡  Come on now, you found this absolutely adorable, I mean who wouldn’t want to read Dwarvish poems about how hiccups startle and frighten the hearts of young men in the midst of fierce battles.

Dori: (Platonic):

♡  Dori is like the eldest of his brothers, Nori and Ori.

♡  So when you meet and join the Company on their quest for Erebor, he starts treating you like his younger sibling.

♡  Although he’s super protective, caring and considerate, he also gives you a glass of wine whenever he can if you’re feeling even slightly under the weather.

♡  “Wine and cheese cure anything” he reassures you.

♡  Ori and Nori nod their heads in agreement and even admit during your travels that every time they were sick Dori would, in fact, give them a slice of cheese.

♡  So when you first hiccuped around the company, Dori immediately snuck you a piece of cheese.

♡  You thanked him and gave him a sort of ‘sliced cheese in hand’ salute.

♡  He nodded.

♡  The cheese did not help.

♡  You were still hiccuping.

♡  But rest assured!  He was a fast learner!

♡  He had more cheese <3

♡  You didn’t know where he finds his cheese until you see Nori going out of his way to steal the cheese and then give it to Dori like a cheese-dealer.

♡  At the end of the day you just explained what they were and why they were happening.

♡  He was relieved it wasn’t an illness you were hiding from them or anything.  He reassured you that if you did have an illness you could tell them.

♡  Again you thanked him and he gave you a glass of wine.

♡  So, as softly as you could you told him the cheese didn’t really help, although you really appreciated it.

♡  “Nonsense!  Cheese always helps.  Especially sharp cheese.”

♡  “Ohh, sharp cheese, you can never go wrong there (Y/N).”  Bofur agreed with a chuckle, sitting across from you both.

♡  Look, let’s cut to the chase, you were there all night explaining hiccups until you finally made progress with Dori.

♡  The next time you experienced hiccups he didn’t give you cheese.

♡  He gave you wine.  :)

Nori: (Romantic):

♡  You and Nori often commit minor cases of thievery together like any normal average couple would.

♡  That was until you began to make silly squeaking sounds that gave away your location and you two had to book it out of there.

♡  You ran for miles and by the time you were both safe, you both collapsed in exhaustion.

♡  He let it go for the night in case you were sick, but mostly because he was tired.

♡  The next day he questioned you at like, the crack of dawn with a candle hovering over you head.

♡  The candle was newly stolen.

♡  “This could have been us stealing it together, but you had to almost die.”  He sighed dramatically.

♡  You calmly, but tiredly explain your hiccups.

♡  You couldn’t get him past the ‘evolved from a fish’ part because he was laughing hysterically.

♡  “Imagine entering Aule and greeting your first ancestor!!”  Nori cackled.

♡  “My dear, please.”  You begged.

♡  “BLUB BLUB BLUB BLOB PFFFTTT”

♡  It took a lifetime and a half but once he understood it, he let it go.

♡  Before you went thieving together though he would always ask if you were feeling “fishy” just in case you could tell when you’d have the hiccups.

♡  You remained patient through his comments but salted his water the next day claiming it to be an ‘ancient fish tradition of showing love’.

Oin: (Platonic):

♡  He thought you were sick when you first had hiccups.

♡  You were his medicinal apprentice and he was teaching you everything he knew so you could protect and help the Company when he wasn’t around.

♡  So when you had the hiccups on a cold winter night just before bed he immediately jumped to making a little sleeping aid, a cough calmer, a throat soother and a hot cup of tea to warm your chill.

♡  You were so grateful for your master (apprentice’s boss) but you felt bad he was doing all this for nothing.

♡  Well not entirely, the sleep aid actually really helped as well as the throat soother.

♡  So at the end of the long discussion you were sleepy and warm so you didn’t really mind anymore.

♡  From then on every time you started to have bad hiccups he’d give you a throat soothing mixture and if they were particularly violent he’d make you a cough calmer anyway.

♡  Very caring, but pretty hard to explain anything to because of his slight deafness.

♡  You could tell this man 100 times over that you didn’t need rest or medicine but he still would need you to tell him again.

♡  At least you get a nice cup of tea at the end of the day though,

♡  He makes the best teas.

Bombur: (Romantic):

♡  Poor sweetheart.

♡  He thought it was his food the first time you started hiccuping.

♡  This was because it happened as you were halfway through a nice lunch he cooked and oh boy did he panic.

♡  Bombur thought you were allergic or something, he’s heard cases of people being unable to eat certain foods.

♡  He felt so bad no matter how many times you said it wasn’t the food.

♡  “I am not a fish” you reminded your brain and the hiccups stopped.

♡  “It was the fish?  Was it the river bass or the salmon?”  He asked.

♡  “No, no it wasn’t the fish at all!”  You reassured him.

♡  “It was the salmon wasn’t it?”

♡  “Bombur, no-”

♡  He actually cares about you so much.

♡  Every time you experience hiccups, even if it’s not during a meal, he’ll give you more water and food.

♡  If you hiccup during the day’s journey he’ll sneak you like two extra spoons of food and a cute smile.

♡  If your hiccups seemed particularly violent or long he’ll share some of his own bowls of food.

♡  Let’s you choose most of the meals and spices just in case the food is the problem, because you’ll know what food to avoid.

Gloin: (Platonic):

♡  He’s literally married.

♡  He knows everything a dwarf needs to know about women and the many problems they can suffer with.

♡  But he didn’t know that was a fucking thing??

♡  You were practically his child, he always made sure you were safe and healthy and got a good share of food before anyone else.

♡  Dwarf dad™.

♡  The panic he experienced when you started making strange squeaking sounds and flinching.

♡  He thought you were in danger until he got closer.

♡  Then he thought you were dying.

♡  “Oh no, my wife’s gonna kill me if I let you die, child.”

♡  “I’m an adult?”

♡  “Oh sweet child” He cried and hugged you tightly.

♡  Once you explained to him you weren’t dying and it was just an occasional thing that happens he calmed down but still needed a very long explanation.

♡  After you explain hiccups at least five times he continues to ask if you need medicine.

♡  Regardless of your answer you are given medicine. :)

♡  He pretends not to mind if you don’t take it, but you catch him glancing at you throughout the day or during mealtimes until you take it and he finally calms down.

♡  Overall, he gets used to it pretty quickly.

♡  But every time you get hiccups he will be giving you more medicine.

♡  You’re pretty sure the medicine is a pain killer.

♡  You’re grateful for his concern anyway.

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You might not be following @tickles-ivory 's latest Modern Middle Earth AU, but you really should be!

I had the joy and privilege to brainstorm plot a bit with her the other day and her marvelous Metallica-inspired rock star!Thorin / bodyguard!Bilbo modern Middle Earth AU just became an honest to God Dan Brown thriller. It was already just dripping with romance, and now it's zinging with intrigue and danger as well! This is going to be a fantastic story!!

Bilbo turned away from it and faced Thorin, capturing his gaze with his own determined one. “Without fear, there is no courage. Before this is over, you and I are going to have ours tested. I don’t want you to worry too much, just be safe, okay? I’ve dealt with these people before and I know how they think.” “Okay,” Thorin said slowly, as if the bad news was just beginning to sink in. “Are you going to tell me what the note says?” “I can give you the gist of it,” Bilbo answered. “Basically, it says that you have been chosen to be a gift to Morgoth and that your death will provide his freedom.” “Who the hell is Morgoth?” Bilbo exhaled forcefully. He didn’t necessarily believe in destiny or fate, but a little voice inside his head told him that he had been placed here specifically to save Thorin’s life. Deep down, a growing realization hinted that he might be the sole individual capable of doing so.

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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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[cilil]

What you said in the server 3 minutes ago.

Bagginshield.

Postcards.

Bracelets.

Author's Note: Alright then. Let's try out something new🧡

Characters: Bilbo/Thorin (Bagginshield)

Synopsis: [Modern AU; Thorin is in a band] Bilbo is back home after joining his boyfriend on his last tour. Thorin sends him a special gift to celebrate.

Warnings: /

It's good to be home.

Bilbo hums to himself as he waters the flowers in his garden, relieved to see that none of them seems to have been neglected too badly in the weeks of his absence. 

Except...

He sits down in the grass once his work is complete, his watering can resting on his lap. 

I miss Thorin.

Oh, how he loves that stubborn, temperamental, tough, awkward and utterly gorgeous man for bringing chaos and joy into his life – well, admittedly not so much the chaos, he's never exactly been the spontaneous type, but they're patient with one another, and with Thorin by his side, he feels like many things that used to be daunting for him are much easier now. 

Thorin is part of a rock band, and to this day Bilbo can't help chuckling a little whenever he remembers how he, Bilbo Baggins, who has been called everything from boring to bourgeois by most band members throughout the early days of his and Thorin's relationship, has unexpectedly and inevitably become a part of this life. He smiles to himself as he remembers how Thorin asked him - or rather begged him, due to his own stubbornness – to join him on his last tour. Bilbo gave in eventually, swayed by his boyfriend's earnest attempts at helping him pack and plan and making sure he was comfortable throughout the whole ordeal. 

Admittedly, he has never liked travelling. He has been on vacations before, naturally, but he's always found it to be rather stressful – so many things to organise, so much to worry about. How some people are able to just hit the road without meticulously having planned everything has always been a mystery to Bilbo. 

But for Thorin he wanted to try, wanted to show him that he too can adapt and go outside of his comfort zone, and he never imagined it could be so fun. Chatting and joking around with Thorin and others, taking breaks in-between gigs for some sightseeing and couple activities, enjoying each and every performance and after-party – including the time Thorin surprised him with a song written for him that left Bilbo speechless, blushing like crazy in public and utterly smitten by him – and becoming part of the group... it made Bilbo feel more alive than ever before. 

The telltale sound of his mailbox interrupts his spontaneous bout of reminiscence, and he sets aside the watering can to investigate. 

To his surprise, he finds a cute postcard depicting a seal with a funny hat and a little gift box attached to it.  

"Hey Bilbo,

hope you're doing well and enjoying home.

We're currently on our way to the Grey Havens Festival and things seem to be going alright so far. Wish us luck – this'll be a big gig. Can't wait!

I decided to get you something to celebrate our last tour and many more to come. Hope you like it!

Love, Thorin

P.S.: I don't know how to write postcards, but I remember you said you love getting them so I tried my best."

Bilbo holds the card close to his chest after reading, a huge smile lighting up his features. 

He remembered-!

They call and text each other regularly of course, but Bilbo has a certain faible for some things people consider to be old-fashioned these days, and postcards are one of them. 

Curious and excited, he swiftly opens the gift box and finds a seashell bracelet and a small note inside, reading "For my brave boyfriend who made our last tour the best of my life". 

Bilbo puts the bracelet on without hesitation, practically glowing with pride. It's one of the sweetest and most thoughtful gifts he's ever received, and he already can't wait to add the card to his cherished picture wall and take pictures for Thorin. 

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 31st

Author's choice : Halloween

Okkkkk here we go with the last one...In honour of the first character who's drawn me in and made me write fanfiction: Thorin II

A special thanks to @lathalea, @legolasbadass, @fizzyxcustard, @middleearthpixie, @linasofia and @laurfilijames who have been with me for long months since.

Also @lordoftherazzles, @frosticenow, and many many others who enjoy Thorin :D

If you like this premise, @middleearthpixie has a whole fic about canon-Thorin falling into the Modern World. It's really good...check it out! -> Where I Belong

Here we go for the last story in October. Thank you for having been with me; I love you all.

Words: 750

Warnings: innuendo

“I don’t see why I cannot wear my own clothes,” Thorin grumbled, “as they are apparently so ludicrous.”

You wrinkled your nose as you sought a good retort to this for he was not entirely wrong; upon finding a disoriented and considerably sour-faced stranger wandering around in your neighbourhood last spring, you had not hesitated to point out how incongruous and absurd his heavy coat and sharp-looking sword were in this part of town. 

If only you had known then what you knew now, but there was no use in crying over spilt milk or careless comments carried away by the nightly mists.

It had only been after several drinks and many a confusing hour that you had found out that he had found himself indeed not only in the wrong locality or city but in the wrong universe entirely. 

Since that confusing night – there had been talk of a dragon, a hoard of gold, and other rather fantastical things – Thorin, who imagined himself to be the long-lost heir of some imaginary kingdom, had been your guest and lover in the small one-bedroom-apartment you called your own realm.

Weeks bled into months and, as he seemed rather interested in the customs and habits of the inhabitants of your world, you had decided to take him to a Halloween party.

Unfortunately, Thorin did neither understand nor like the idea of dressing up as someone or something else and had turned rather petulant when you had presented him with a fluffy wolf-jumpsuit.

He was bulky and broad and, short of letting him leave bare-chested in nothing but a loincloth, you had not come up with any better ideas as most costumes that were for sale in the tiny shop down the street would not have accommodated his prodigiously broad shoulders and sturdy thighs.

“Come on,” you coaxed, wrapping your arms around his midriff tenderly and resting your head on his shoulder gently, “you’ll look fierce.”

“What is that even supposed to be?” he asked with a hint of humour in his voice as he took the costume from you and fingered the cheap fabric disapprovingly.

“It’s a wolf,” you explained, even though you had to admit that the likeness was not a very good one.

Before Thorin could launch into a long description of birds and beasts in his world, you held up your hand and swirled it suggestively to signify that you’d be willing to listen to him while he was putting on the costume.

The red cape draped around your own shoulders billowed as you walked over to the mirror to check your Red Riding Hood costume one last time.

“Why are you a little girl?” Thorin asked while tugging off his boots to step into his own disguise.

“It’s a long story,” you laughed, “but suffice it to say that the little girl will be eaten by the wolf!”

“I’d eat you all right!” 

His words made a shiver race down your spine and so you forewent the pleasure of letting him know how the story ended for the wolf; you had already proven that you could rewrite a story and you were not about to stop now.

It was not entirely clear to you why it mattered so much to you that he’d accompany you to the small gathering in an abandoned warehouse, but – after so many years of heartbreak and loneliness – you finally felt like yourself again and you desperately yearned to take the little miracle that had been granted to you into the world.

A part of you was afraid that Thorin and all his tender love and unyielding support would just dissolve and vanish once the clock struck midnight but another, stronger and more adventurous, part needed to check whether the magic that had painted your grey and drab life in rainbow colours again would withstand the cold gleam of the moon and the pounding bass of bad music.

“As my lady commands,” Thorin groaned and stepped into the monstrosity as if into battle.

“You know,” he added slyly as he pressed a quick, possessive kiss onto your lips, “where I come from, our foes ride wolf-like creatures.”

Giggling, you allowed him to lift you onto his back, slinging your arms around his thick neck and breathing in the warm, seductive fragrance of his long, wavy hair.

“Carry me away, my noble steed,” you cheered, deciding that an approximation of a wolf was a thousand times better and more promising than an enchanted pumpkin anyway.

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[fanficsforfun]

I guess my greatest flaw is writing everyone as more gentle and kind than they really are. But I can’t help that, that’s just how I feel about them

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[linasofia]

Business & Pleasure

Part 8

Summary: At an unexpected lunch with colleagues, you struggle to keep your secret intact as new possible suspicions over your relationship with the boss arise.

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Words: 2,5K

Warnings: 18+

A/N: This is part 8 of this fic. You can read all the previous parts here.

The last day of the week arrives and with the weekend at our doorstep, Friday feelings seem to be sparkling in everyone's blood. Despite the early hour, people gather in the coffee lounge area to enjoy a cup of java together with one of Bombur’s highly desired bagels. What from the beginning were only two standard choices, have expanded to a small buffet with everything from cream cheese bagels with prosciutto and avocado to fully vegan alternatives. The man insists on delivering them in person, with a little help from one or two of his employees. I have noticed that he often stays a bit longer than required and talks to mainly Thorin or Balin when he’s here. Breakfast on Fridays is one of the most appreciated recurring events that take place at the office, as part of the company’s vision in creating an overall inclusive working environment. And today everybody appears to be at the office; the lounge is packed with laughing colleagues, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. Someone has lit a few candles, the many spotlights in the ceiling are slightly dimmed, and soft lounge music seeps from the hidden speakers. I try to mingle, as usual, and manage to talk with both the head of HR as well as a few of the newest members in our sales organization.

I have looked forward to this day ever since Thorin left, and even though it was far from one of his longest trips, it was enough for me to miss him incredibly. My strong feelings scare me a little; falling head over heels for my boss was not something I planned, and yet here I am, excitedly waiting for his arrival. I feel vulnerable in a way I have not felt in a very long time, and even if we try to take things slow, my treacherous heart has already whispered things I do not dare to say out loud.

Eventually, people return to their meetings, computers, and phone calls, the constant sound of voices dies, and just as I place my mug in the washing machine, I hear Kili’s voice behind me.

”I just spoke with Fili. He and Thorin had a change in plans and rebooked their flights. They should be here around lunch. Fili said he has interesting news about a future marketing collaboration and I’m dying to hear them.” Kili swallows the remains of his coffee and frowns, then he lowers his voice and casts a glance around us. The lounge is thankfully empty. ”I tried to get him to talk about Michele but he avoided that topic. Maybe Thorin was around, I don’t know.”

”Their last meeting was canceled on short notice.” I reply, but instantly realize that I’ve said too much. I bite my lip and mentally slap myself; sometimes my brain needs to filter my thoughts better before my mouth speaks.

”Yeah, I guess so. How did you know?” Kili looks at me with a curious expression in his hazel eyes. As the younger of the two brothers, and now subordinate to Fili, I have understood that he’s used to not being told everything, but there is no judgment in his eyes.

”Oh, well… Thorin filled me in on some details before they left.” I lie and hope he doesn’t ask further questions. And he told me last night when he called to say goodnight.

”Right. Anyway, if you’re not busy during lunch, you’re welcome to return that meal today at Bombur’s. I heard he’s making meatloaf and that’s too good to miss.”

”How can you think of lunch now? We just had bagels!” I welcome the change in subject and Kili throws me a grin.

”I burn my calories fast, you know.” He gives me an exaggerated wink, and even if I prefer not to know, he makes his point very clear.

***

A few hours later, I watch Kili use his fork to stab the oversized meatloaf, and his joy over Bombur’s skills can be read all over his face. I have to agree, Bombur never seems to fail in the kitchen, and as part of the mysterious circle that centers around Thorin and includes a strange mix of people from Erebor Corporation, Kili receives special treatment every time. He has just started to explain one of his most recent projects when excited voices raise by the door. I turn around, only to see Bombur making his way over to the entrance, catching the well-known, blond man who just entered the restaurant, in a friendly hug. Kili waves enthusiastically and finally his brother sees him. With a broad grin he approaches our table, holds up a thumb to Bombur who loudly asks if the newcomer wants lunch, and then, after a graceful bow, he takes the seat next to me.

”I thought I would find you here.”

Kili points with his knife to the meatloaf almost covered in gravy and grins. ”You know it!” He takes another mouth full. ”How was the trip?”

”Good, rewarding, and as expected, I guess, in that sense.” Fili starts to explain how their work will elucidate a special matter from a marketing point of view, but Kili is impatient and lifts his hand to silence him.

”You never answered me how Michele is doing.” Kili looks innocently at his older brother, who glances sideways at me.

”Kili, I—”

”She knows, I told her.”

”You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Fili sighs and looks annoyed, but starts laughing when Kili tilts his head like a regretful puppy. ”Michele is fine, just busy or I would have taken her out for lunch instead of looking for your sorry ass.” He turns to me. ”Please excuse me, my brother is a bad influence on my language.”

”It’s fine, I think I know him well enough to safely say I agree with you.”

”Hey!” Kili tries to look offended.

Like a peacemaker, Bombur arrives with a plate of steaming meatloaf, and when Fili exclaims his love for the chef, he gets a not-so-gentle pat on the shoulder in return.

Then the humble restaurant owner excuses himself and disappears back to his pots and pans.

”So..?” Kili lowers his voice. ”Any news?”

Fili, obviously keen to torture his nosy brother, takes a large piece of food, chews slowly and hums approvingly at its taste, then nods. He’s right, the food is—as always at Bombur’s—delicious. I can’t help but think how young Kili appears to be when he’s impatiently looking at his brother. It’s like catching a rare glimpse of their youth, when Fili most certainly had to stop Kili from unwrapping all Christmas gifts the second they were discovered under the tree.

”Thorin knows.” Fili finally reveals.

”What?” Kili almost chokes on his beloved lunch. ”Did Balin tell him after all?”

”No, I did.” Fili looks calmly at his brother, who stares back at him.

”You did?”

”Yeah.” Fili shudders. ”I thought it was best if he heard it from me. It was not an easy decision to tell him, but he took it surprisingly well. I was certain he was going to lecture me at first, but it was as if he thought of something and changed his approach as we spoke.”

”Wow!”

Fili looks pensively at Kili. ”It was not like him. And to be honest, I don’t really recognize him at all. He was so… reasonable during the whole trip. It’s not the Thorin I know.”

”Are you sure he’s well? I mean, people who are sick sometimes start to value new things in life.”

”You’re an idiot sometimes, Kili.” Fili shakes his head. ”Thorin is fine. Have you ever seen anyone in better shape, at his age I mean.”

”At his age?” Kili grins. ”I’ll tell him you said that!”

”Still, there is nothing wrong with him. But something has changed and it’s definitely for the better.”

The smallest heat spreads over my cheekbones, and I pray the brothers will not notice. I don’t know if I—or more precisely, what Thorin and I do—have affected him in any way, but the logical part of my brain tells me it can’t be a coincidence. I have noticed a small change in Thorin as well, but I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me, since I know we’re seeing each other. I poke at my food; eating just became harder. When Kili suddenly speaks my name, I meet his gaze and quickly understand that I missed his question.

”Sorry, what did you say?” I put on a confident smile.

”I said, what do you think? You work close to him. Have you noticed anything… unusual?” He gives me his most conspiratorial smile and even if it makes me nervous, I can’t stifle my laugh.

”No, not really. His personal life doesn’t concern me.” I’m such a bad liar.

”Who said anything about his personal life?” Fili raises an eyebrow, and he resembles Thorin so much when he turns to gaze at me. ”But you have an interesting point.” Damn, I did it again!

I don’t believe in angels, but when Fili’s phone starts ringing and saves me from making the situation even worse, I send thanks to whoever is watching over me. The way his eyes shine as he sees the name of the caller says it all. In a hushed voice he answers, promises to come by her desk after lunch and ends the call with a happy smile that reaches his eyes.

”You’re in deep trouble, brother. You should see yourself right now.”

”Falling in love is not so bad Kili, you should try it sometimes.”

”And miss all the fun? No thanks!”

”Grow up little brother. One day, when you’re old enough, you’ll understand that keeping a woman takes a lot more effort than getting under her skirt once.”

Kili makes a face, lets out his most carefree laugh and turns his attention to the remains of what used to be a magnificent meatloaf. We don’t return to the discussion about Thorin, and I’m almost relieved when we say goodbye to Bombur and head back to the office. A detour to the coffee lounge is mandatory after lunch and Fili immediately occupies both taps on the machine with his cups. One for him and one for the green-eyed woman who clearly has stolen his heart.

Familiar footsteps approach the lounge, and it takes a great deal of willpower not to spin around too quickly when Thorin’s rumbling voice fills the area. As always, he is in full control of his expression when he greets our trio, but a hint of a smile appears on his lips when he sees Fili grabbing the two filled cups. One with milk and one black coffee. Then Thorin turns to me.

”I want a word with you, can you make it now?” I blink and nod. Did he just invite me to his office in front of both of his nephews? After what we talked about during lunch, I would have preferred if Thorin could tread more lightly. But Kili doesn’t seem to react to his words, he only asks Thorin a polite question about the trip. Fili excuses himself, fully focused on carrying coffee to his beloved, and I have to remind my spinning brain that a short briefing with Thorin now makes perfect sense, and not only for our aching bodies.

I follow Thorin to his office, admiring his broad shoulders and back in that impeccable navy suit he wears today. His hair is a little longer at his neck. He was frustrated before he left, for he had forgotten to book an appointment and his barber couldn’t make room for him, but I assured him that it looks good when it’s longer as well. I love touching his hair, and even if I don’t think he will let it grow longer, I enjoy the feeling under my hands. The jacket covers most of his behind, but I know how well those trousers suit him and I can see the shape of his strong thighs as he walks.

He doesn’t look back, he just pushes the handle down and walks inside, leaving it to me to close the door to his office. The moment the door is shut, he pulls me close. His lips crash against mine, and his kiss is hungry, demanding and rough. I whimper against his lips as he presses me tightly against him as if he wants to hinder me from escaping from his grip. The way his hands eagerly explore my lower back and find their way under my top is enough to send pulsating heat to my core. I kiss him back, pouring all my need and longing into the kiss, hoping he can sense what I feel in this moment of reunion. This is what I want and need, him, here and now. But he breaks the kiss too soon for my liking. He rests his forehead against mine and softly pants my name.

”Please tell me that you will sleep at my place tonight.”

”If you want me to.”

His hands grip my waist under the smooth fabric of my top. ”What do you think?” he murmurs huskily and his alluring smile before he kisses me again is a lovely dark promise of a long night.

Suddenly he releases me with an apologetic look in his beautiful azure eyes, and pulls his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture I know by heart. Then he adjusts his jacket. ”I have to meet Dwalin now and discuss the legal aspects of the issue you two worked out. Believe me, I would much rather have prefered to pin you against the wall.”

”I guess you’ll have to keep that thought...” I tease.

”Until later then,” Thorin replies and I tuck my top back in place.

”Maybe you should get a large mirror in here, so I can check how I look before I leave, and don’t have to rely on you.”

”I can see many benefits with that type of installation.” Thorin smiles slyly. I gently smack him on his upper arm, and he chuckles darkly.

”You’re an animal! But honestly, we can’t keep meeting for sex in your office. People will eventually notice.”

”I know I am, but you like it, don’t you?” He pulls me close again, hovering his lips over mine. ”Or is the bright fire in your eyes only a facade?” His lips brush against mine, teasing me. Then the bastard withdraws with a grin. ”I’ll see you tonight.”

I feel like I’m burning inside as I leave his office, with him a few steps behind. He walks over to the elevator, which will take him to the building’s most secret place—the surveillance room—and I return to my tea, which I forgot the same second Thorin entered the lounge. The abandoned tiny bag, shaped like a pyramid and filled with green tea and chamomile flowers, still rests on the counter.

As I sink back into my leather chair, I let out a delighted sigh. Thorin’s hands still burn under my top, and the memory of his kisses will keep my spirit up for the rest of the afternoon. He’s back.

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Blind!Thranduil in my Modern Man (Thorinduil~) AU The Art of Adoption: [after returning home from a (very successful) first date where he thanked Thorin Durin for a wonderful time by kissing him (most chastely!) on the cheek] AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!?!!!?!!!?!!!?! WHY DIDN’T ANY OF YOU TELL ME MY BOYFRIEND HAS A BEARD‽‽‽ 😱😳😩🥰🤩

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[luna-redamancy]

Hullo!

Since your requests are open and I'm back in hard-core-Fíli feels, could you please write some modern healing fluff? Meaning if the whole quest took place in modern times- including the battle- but everyone lives and Fíli and she/they reader are just happy to be alive?

(If you wouldn't mind, maybe hints of Bilbo/Thorin in the background? But it's not necessary!)

Thank you so much!! 🌸💜💜💜💜🌸💜💜💜💜🌸💜💜💜💜🌸💜💜💜💜🌸

I am so sorry that this seems super angsty at first but I promise it ends on a good note! I hope you enjoy it!

“If we go down, then we go down together,” Were the last words you heard before the blast. Your body trembled as the walls came down around you, heartbeat racing as you took cover beneath a desk. 

No one expected the base to get bombed that day. 

“We go together, or we don’t go down at all!” Thorin’s roar to you all as a pep talk before you exited to gear up made your heart race for a different reason, for hope, hope that the battle could have been won without many casualties. An easy no-contest surrender - if you were lucky. 

As the beeps of the hospital heart monitor filled your ears, tears stung your eyes as you stared at the ceiling. 

“Together,” You mouthed, a hot tear streaking down the side of your face as you took a deep breath. 

“They’re awake!” Someone shouted, your vision blurring due to the tears. 

“(Y/n),” A woman approached, voice calm as if she was approaching an animal who would lash out at any moment. “(Y/n), you’re safe, you’re in a hospital- we need you to calm down–” 

Before you could react to her voice, you were dulled, a doctor taking the initiative to up your narcotics.

“How is she?” Fili asked, the pristine white room having already settled a thrumming migraine in his skull as he sat in the too-small hospital chair, your hand cradled in his. 

“The blast didn’t harm them too much, the desk above her took most of the hit. It was primarily the debris that came as a result of the blast that caused issues-” Fili had stopped listening halfway through as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the flesh. Eyes shutting and praying to whatever god that would listen to please ensure you had a safe and speedy recovery. 

“She should be waking up soon,” The nurse finished giving the man a sad smile as she exited the room, the door clicking shut behind her. 

The clock ticking and the rhythmic beeping of the machine was all that filled his ears for what felt like hours until finally he was given relief; your hand finally began to flex in his grasp, heart rate speeding up just enough to indicate you were awake. 

A grunt-like noise escaped your lips as you shifted to feel more comfortable, your eyes glancing around the room. 

“Fili?” Your voice was raspy, reminding him of those crisp winter mornings where you two would lay tangled in blankets until it was high noon. As soon as your gaze was on him, you would smile, your voice reaching his ears to say good morning before pressing a kiss to his lips-

“Here, have some water, love,” He murmured, pulling himself from his thoughts to grab the water cup off your side table.

Taking the cup with a grateful grin that didn’t quite meet your eyes, you chugged the water, chest heaving by the time you took the plastic cup away from your lips. 

Leaning your head back down on the pillow, you adjusted your hand to hold his in a more proper fashion. 

“We’re alive,” You murmured, mind feeling clear as you rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. A soft chuckle left Fili who sat nodding. 

“Indeed,” He agreed. 

“And the others?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, ready to burst into tears at the thought of Thorin dying but on top of that, how you would tell Bilbo. All of the work Bilbo was putting in for their wedding while Thorin was away, the never-ending letters being sent, the phone calls that ended with gentle “I love you’s”  and “I miss you’s” all for-

“They’re mostly recovering,” Fili halted your rampant thoughts, his hand gently squeezing yours. “Thorin’s been awake and moving for a few days, bones of steel they called him,” Fili laughed again. 

 “-Two casualties that we know of as of now, they are still getting through the rubble and doing attendance to account for people.” His voice grew solemn as his nostrils flared and reddened. He was trying desperately to not cry. Not now, not when he finally had you awake and holding his hand again. 

“We’re alive,” You echoed your earlier statement, “What did Thorin say, if we go down, then we go down together?” You recalled, brow furrowing. 

“We’re here…And we will heal and grow, together, Fili,” Your voice was soft as he looked up to you, a grin forming on his face in an attempt to mirror the caring smile you gave him. 

“We will, my dear,” Fili chuckled, but it was not one of happiness, but rather, one of relief as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. 

“We will,” You murmured, tugging his arm to have him stand up and step towards you. Hand grasping at his shirt to pull him into a kiss. 

“I know we will.”

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[lathalea]

Hey, I'm the anon who was asking why people are writing Thorin with all these modern quips.

Thank you for your answer and your awesome pictures of Thorin!

I sadly think you may have misunderstood where I was coming from, though.

I never am against people being creative..I have no problem with people expanding their minds to come up with so many different ideas and scenarios. The people reblogging from you made me look like a complete heartless jerk saying that people should be free to write whatever they want and I'm just an oppressor, pretty well.

If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.

They are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism. This stuff is more narrow minded than being creative, as we see it in every tv show, movie and video games, even! It's everywhere! But, this is considered creative when this is all we ever see in storytelling? This is why I felt you misunderstood me, and so did everyone else.

If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days.

Hope this helps you understand more where I'm coming from.

(Mandatory Thorin swooning material here.)

Hi again, Anon! 

I’m glad you’ve read my reply. Rest assured, I understood everything very well – including the fact what kind of fanfiction tropes you like the most and the ones you don’t. As for the latter, I simply hope that doesn’t include the Thorin fans who have fun together with me whenever I open Thorin’s Ask Box and reply humbly ask our King Under the Mountain to kindly reply to everyone’s questions.

It’s good to know that you didn’t mean to come off like “a complete heartless jerk”. It happens sometimes that we write certain things under the influence of strong emotions and click “send” before taking a deep breath and re-reading what we wrote. I understand, no worries. But I’m sure you see how your words can be interpreted by others. And I’m certain you know — probably even better than me — that proper wording matters a lot, especially in English. Because it is not my first language, I’ve learned to be ultra careful when putting my thoughts into words here on Tumblr (or anywhere in the Internet) — otherwise I can come off as the aforementioned “complete heartless jerk” and no one wants to be that person, right? 

If anything like this ever happens again, I’d like you to know that you can always drop in to my ask box and clarify further what you had in mind. I will be happy to convey your reasoning to my followers as I’m doing it now.

Anyway, I’m glad that you decided to clarify your thought process and we went from the initial confusion of “strange gender ideologies” to the problem of the Original Female Characters and their portrayal in fanfiction — which is a very interesting issue worthy of a separate discussion (another one I’d love to have). But let’s dive into your ask.

(Just look at his majestic profile!)

“If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.”

(I have skipped the part about the main popculture categories because it’s a separate topic, but I’d love to discuss it with you on another occasion. I think it would be a very interesting exchange of opinions.)

Let’s focus on fanfiction for now, specifically, Thorin fanfiction because I see we both care for this character a lot.

I’m glad that in your ask you decided to challenge the fanfic writers and encourage them to broaden their horizons and try harder! It’s always good to improve. And speaking of improvement, remember when I said “proper wording matters”? I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to offer you a piece of advice I got from a good friend once: I’ve learned that it’s best to avoid categorical statements containing words like “always” or “never” when discussing things in public to avoid being misunderstood or coming off as confrontational. Some of the people who will read this may think that you are either offending fic writers on purpose (which I’m sure is not the case) or have a limited knowledge of fanfiction (and you seem like a well-read person). It is much better to say “It feels to me that many people write fanfic with the same narrow-minded ideas because…” (I’d like to hear your reasoning by the way!) 

Let’s leave dealing in absolutes to the philosophers and theologians, okay? :)

Now, let’s get back to Thorin fanfiction.

(Just look at that hair!)

"If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days."

I must admit I’m a bit sad that you happen to find only this type of Thorin x OFC fics. At the same time, I have to agree with you that there are certain repetitive tropes and traits that make many OCs boring, or worse, make them look like a Mary Sue. In mainstream media, it is very common to portray a female character as “strong” by putting a sword or gun into her hands, but for me, it is much more interesting to see either this type of physically strong character, but marked by flaws or torn by conflict, or a more feminine type of character whose strength that comes from within. At the same time, I realize that this type of character (“badass girl with a sword”) has become very popular and perhaps that is why I get easily bored by it nowadays, because the world of popculture is oversaturated with them, as you said it yourself. But I believe that a good writer can write a character like this and keep me engaged if there is interesting depth to that OC. 

Either way, I totally understand that you may feel tired when seeing this trope, but I also know there are tons and tons of various stories available online though browsing through them may feel like a chore sometimes. But don’t worry, I happen to have read quite a few Thorin fics (it should be clear to you by now that I have no life ;)), and some of them were really good. I have prepared a short list of Thorin fics with interesting protagonists from many different places (ff.net, AO3, Tumblr) — you’ll find it below. I hope that after checking out these stories and reading those stories, you can perhaps feel a bit of relief knowing that there are quite a few interesting female protagonists around.

Here we go (a general warning, many of the fics below contain NSFW scenes):

💕 @technoelfie - check out the Thorin masterlist - stories like The Long Dark and its sequel contain an OFC that is everything but badass, even though she comes from the modern times. And the story is very much canon in all the right places.

💕 Kkolmakov’s fic Me Without You - a perfect example of how you focus on canon, provide the readers with a feminine OC (and Wren, the protagonist, is very far from a classic Mary Sue), and weave an engaging story inspired by Thorin’s works. Check out her other Thorin stories on ff.net, they are full of great ideas! 

💕 @legolasbadass - check out the Heart of Gold fic on AO3! The OC is a very complex character and the story of the secret love between her and Thorin in a restrictive Dwarven society relies heavily on canon. Dania, the protagonist, shows us a quiet, resilient type of feminine strength.

💕 @fizzyxcustard - see Fizzy’s Thorin fics here on Tumblr and A Rose at Twilight on AO3. This is a story about a young woman capturing Thorin’s heart against all odds. Again, far from a typical swashbuckling Mary Sue, it focuses on a rather vulnerable character who gets a chance at a new life.

💕 @middleearthpixie - this very prolific writer has more than just a few longfics under her belt. See the whole list here. Stories like In Time or Where I Belong, among others, contain well-rounded OFCs free from the repetitive traits you mentioned.

💕 @thorinstorieswoman - this blog contains a 2-part longfic where the OC is an elf from Rivendell and the issue of elf-Dwarf animosities is addressed in an interesting way without straying outrageously from canon.

💕 @frosticenow wrote A Thread of Life, a companion piece to my art (yes, I may be biased here) that includes another really interesting OFC, a seamstress, and Thorin falling in love with her. You will find great worldbuilding ideas here too and strong focus on the Dwarven culture!

💕 The Queen by Heloise Durin - the story of how the love between Thorin and Queen Heloise blossomed. It is somewhat inspired by real-life events, as the author admits, and the readers can see that a queen can be a strong female character yet her strength does not come from wielding a sword nor from sassy remarks.

💕 Other writers who are known for Thorin fics are @legolaslovely, @deepestfirefun, @dumbassunderthemountain, @fromthedeskoftheraven, @averil-of-fairlea, @xxbyimm, @i-did-not-mean-to, @shiinata-library, @scariusaquarius, @guardianofrivendell @ruthoakenshield and more (if you’re a Thorin fic writer and you’d like to be added here, please let me know!).

💕 Oh, and if you’re tired of the issues you mentioned, like “feminist OCs” and “badass girl OCs”, feel free to check out @lordoftherazzles stories. The main focus is Bagginshield and this is a ship based solely on canon characters free of those characteristics so maybe it will interest you too? Here is Razzy’s AO3 page.

And if you're searching for a classically feminine OFC whose greatest trait is being passive and ogling Thorin, see my story Springtime at the Lonely Mountain.

I hope you'll like at least some of these stories. Feel free to share your thoughts with me! I’m always eager to discuss fanfiction :)

(Well hello there, handsome king!)

Before I click “send” on this post, I’d like you to ask you something, if you don’t mind. You wrote: “They [fics] are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism.”  

I must admit, I’m a bit confused here. Would you be so kind and please explain to me how Thorin fics you encounter (because I assume you were still talking about stories containing this character here) are filled with Marxism? And if you could provide me with some examples/fic links, that would be great! I must admit I have never encountered a truly Marxist Thorin fic (or Dwarf fic) yet. I’m always on the lookout for fresh worldbuilding ideas and uncommon takes on social and economic issues in fanfiction, especially in stories where Dwarves are the main focus. Revolutionary Dwarves? Labor issues, capitalism and communism as concepts developed by the children of Aule? That would be a very interesting read!

The same goes for “political correctness”, by the way. I remember you mentioned earlier that it bothered you when people inserted modern ideas into Middle Earth fics so I’m guessing this is another example of this issue - please please please feel free to give me some juicy examples! I’d really like to hear your take on things and see how you would rewrite such stories or their elements to fit your tastes better! And apart from removing anachronisms from stories, that’s a great exercise in creative writing. By the way, forgive my curiosity, are you a fanfic writer yourself? If so, I’d love to read your stories if you’re willing to share them with me :) 

All the best,

Lathalea 💙

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[justsearchingformystory]

fanfiction recommendation: bagginshield edition

I didn't know I needed a Bagginshield Music Industry AU in my life, but after finishing this fic I can tell you that I absolutely do. (And you do too.)

Show Me My Silver Lining (M, 277K) by @scary-grace absolutely blew me away. I read the whole thing in like three days because I quite literally could not put it down. The characterization, the plot, the romance - all of it had me completely invested from the first chapter.

Three years after the hostile takeover of his grandfather's record label by one DJ Smaug, lead singer Thorin Oakenshield is ready to give up on his dreams, even if his band isn't ready to give up on him. If Thorin can convince talent scout Bilbo Baggins to sign them, they might just have a fighting chance. Of course this is the night when Thorin gets stage fright. The music industry AU no one asked for.

The way this fic seamlessly weaves canon events/storylines into a modern music AU is nothing short of brilliant. There are hair beads, the modern equivalent of "dragon sickness", and understandable animosity between Thorin and Thranduil. There also a daring cactus rescue, Tentzilla, and an Epilogue so perfect I sobbed through most of it. Plus, you get to read about Thorin playing guitar and singing love songs for Bilbo which is just..... *swoon.*

But, the best part? Once the story is over - you don't have to leave these characters or this world. There are currently 3 - yes 3 - companion stories to this fic.

show a little faith, there's magic in the night (M, WIP, 315K+) pics up at Chapter 27 of Show Me My Silver Lining and is told from Bard's POV with a focus on his kids and his relationship with Thranduil. Plus, it goes past the ending of Show Me My Silver Lining so we get more Bagginshield too.

I am almost half way through this and absolutely loving it. The first several chapters can basically be summed up like this:

Bard: "I say this with an unblemished record of staunch heterosexuality….that is a very, very pretty man." Me: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

maybe we ain't that young anymore (M, 10K) is a oneshot of Bard and Thranduil's first meeting told from Thranduil's POV that is just utterly delightful. Thranduil is a menace, and I love that for him.

And, lastly Searching for a Heart of Gold (T, WIP, 10K+) is Show Me My Silver Lining from Bilbo's POV. Only the first chapter of this is out so far, but it is a fantastic opening. Bilbo's characterization is *chef's kiss* and I can't wait to see how the rest of the story unfolds from his perspective.

So basically what I'm saying is I love these stories and these versions of the characters, and you should absolutely read them so you can love them too.

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[shantismurf]

What's cooking with "What's Cooking"?

*Squee* Thank so so much for asking!! It's my current fixation 😊 My good friend @tickles-ivory has been writing a series of modern AU "meet cute" Bagginshield one shots, and one night a few weeks ago she tempted me to flesh out a plot bunny that struck me, by making this manip for me:

It's a fluffy little one shot, maybe 7-8k, with a few text convo images and manips to go along. This is a Modern Middle Earth AU where Thorin's a firefighter and Bilbo's a cooking instructor. Kili accidentally burns down Bilbo's classroom/garage during a group class, because he was too busy making cow eyes at Tauriel 😅 Bilbo goes back in to get his cat Smeagol out and Thorin has to shoulder carry him out of the burning building. 😁 As a thank you, Bilbo offers Thorin a cooking lesson and I completely food geeked out on them making homemade chicken noodle soup while making cow eyes at each other (thankfully without the fire this time lol). It's about 75% done and coming along well. I'm super excited about actually completing something! 🥰

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[distinguisheddwarffriend]

My brain is FULL of TH fic ideas but I've already got 3 WIP and most of them are just "what if"s with no plot so I'll just post them here I guess and maybe some writing god hears me/ reads them and someone else actually uses them.

Here's Nr. 1:

Frerin did in fact NOT die at Azanulbizar but was transported into our modern world, sometime in the second half of the 19th century.

After some adjusting (industrialization is in full force but it's still not as 'bad' as it would be rn) he builds a life, him being a dwarf meaning that he ages extremely slowly compared to us lowly humans so he has to move after a while and again and again.

He lives in the UK, US, France, Germany, Italy, Finland.....

He fights in both world wars depending on where he lives during that time (WW1 on the German side, WW2 on the UK's), other than that he goes to university and works all kinds of jobs like policeman, fireman, soldier, teacher, carpenter,smith, weaver, factory worker, violinist etc etc etc

Around 1900 he meets this fella J R R Tolkien and befriends him, and after a time finds out that his friend is writing books about middle Earth, not only that, but one about his very own brother. Tolkien apparently is a seer of some kind because it's still almost a century until "The Hobbit" would happen (he does the math).

Frerin helps Tolkien with authenticity for his books, because the dude is smart and found out about Frerin after he corrected his Khuzdul one time too many.

Anyhow, after reading what will happen to his family, he becomes a mite bit obsessed with returning to Middle Earth and having ammased quite some wealth and with the help of some friends in high places starts founding various research projects into things like teleportation, multiverse, magic, alchemy, you name it. He also becomes a member of the Freemasons due to his occult knowledge.

In around 80 years there's almost no progress towards Frerin's goal of returning home, he does still have a research company but only a small group of mostly students works on the multiverse hypothesis, the rest does all kinds of stuff, technology, energy, whatever.

He has for the time being settled somewhere in Scandinavia, is a College Professor for Sociology and Political Science and volunteers as a social worker for troubled children.

He is fostering 2 or 3 children himself (ages 6 - 16) and has two grown up adopted children that still live & work with him (they found out about him), a guy & a lass ( both early twenties).

Somehow (don't ask I don't know) the whole household (meaning Frerin, his two young adult children, the foster children, his south American householder, her tiny dog and their personal Butler (more of a live-in family friend by now, think Niles from "The Nanny")) all get sucked into a portal or whatever end get spit out into Middle Earth.

Not at Ered Luin of course, that would be easy, no, but somewhere extremely inconvenient. The Lone lands, the Brown lands, Moria, something along the lines of "we are so fucked".

So now it is a few years (1-3, or the characters have too much time to become Mary-Sues), before the quest to Erebor, and they have to reach Thorin before then and somehow survive a world filled with orcs (and elves!) while juggling a 6 year old, a tiny & barky dog, a cliché Mamacita, a British butler, and Frerin's realisation that he has gotten much too used to modern convenience.

(my weak ass would probably include some romance between one/more than one of the original characters and the canon characters, I'm a sucker for Fili or Kili x OFC and rare pairings like KilixBifur or ThorinxNori and I want Frerin to date an elf or Bard I think.)

.... Does this sound like something you would read/write? I'd maybe try to write this with someone else, alone I don't dare to. What do y'all think?

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