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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 1 year

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Hello!! Hope you are having a great day, for the Hobbit ASK questions 2, 4, 6, 11 and 14

- Jack

Thank you for the ask Jack!! Here we go. You can find the post this is base from here.

2. What tattoos (or just some of them) would Oin, Nori, Dwalin and Bofur have?

Oin would have a very dwarven styled heart on the back of both his hands. Not a love heart, more like a medical diagram. It would be a universal symbol between all dwarves to show that he is a healer and something that all healers receive when they become a master of their craft of healing. He also has the diagram of his favourite healing herbs on his left hip and a raven on his right shoulder.

Nori would have a tramp stamp that was definitely done in prison after he and a few mates got drunk and caught stealing something. It’s a crow with a shining jewel in both of its claws and its beak. Its rough and a little wonky and often seen as a drunken mistake by others, but Nori secretly loves it. He loves even more to show it off to Dori when he’s around the house because it annoys his brother to no end. Crop top shirts are a must around the house because it shows it off.

Dwalin is just covered in tattoos and most are from his great feats in battle. He has a few more casual ones like a ram on his hip, his mother’s axe and his father’s sword in a X shape, but he also has large sections of bulk writing (in Khuzdul of course) and it consists of lines from his favorite poems and stories. Things that made him feel deeply when he read them or lines that inspire him to keep pushing on through the hardships of life. They’re written quite small and you would have to practically sit in his lap to read them, but Dwalin knows every line by heart.

Bofur would have a range of intricate patterns like vines running down each side of his neck and down his shoulders. At first glance it just looks like a bunch of lines but if you look closer you can find the intricate and hidden symbols and patters hidden amongst the chaos. Bofur spent years perfecting each and every line of his tattoos and it means everything to him. It’s a display of the way music makes him feel. Its what he sees in the wood he carves before its takes shape. Its how he hears the stone of his mountains as he listens to the walls of the mines. Its something no one else would understand but he’s alright with that.

4. Bilbo finds a flower in the quest and gifts it to someone. Who does he gift it to and which flower is it.

Thorin. Bilbo knows they don’t see eye to eye and he tries to ease the tension by gifting Amaryllis (Pride) wrapped and choked with Chamomile (Patience in adversity). It was meant to symbolise that Bilbo would swallow his pride to try and easy their relationship by showing patients and good will. Thorin being a dwarf and having no understanding of flowers became so confused and flustered that it confused and flustered Bilbo and the hobbit ended up smacking him in the face with the bundle and running away.

6. Weirdest encounter Dori has had with a stranger

It was less weird and more unsettling for Dori when he met a strange dwarf at the markets one day. The stranger looked and acted so familiar yet so strange as they tried to convince him to leave the marketplace for the next hour or so he ended up doing just that and going straight back home. For weeks he told his kin about the strange dwarf he met at the markets completely unaware that it had been Nori so deeply undercover that Dori simply didn’t recognise him. Nori had been roped into a dirty scheme and knew there was going to be a hold up at the markets that day and he panicked when he spotted Dori heading straight into the middle off it, so still in disguise he raced over to persuade him to leave. Dori notes this as the strangest encounter he has ever had and Nori didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

11. If you were to join the Company, who do you think you would get along better with?

Probably Bifur. I think we could spend hours in silence just vibeing together as he carved wood and I read a book or something. He just seems very welcoming and comforting. I think I would also have a randomly good connection with Nori? He would quickly become a big brother figure to me and teach me how to nick stuff much to Dori’s dismay. Fili, Kili and I would definitely bond with being the youngest of the lot, but more so Fili being the calmer and quieter of the two. We would also hyper fixate over weapons and spend hours taking and discussing knifes and forging. I would also be so ridiculously in love with him that I would melt at anything he did.

14. You are trapped in a Mirkwood cell after the Company has been taken, how would you annoy the guards? (Or maybe flirt with them?)

I would be so traumatised by the spiders I wouldn’t even have time to tbh. I could flirt with Tauriel but that would mostly annoy Kili and the other dwarves. Maybe I ask the guard to many questions or teach the dwarves to sing one of those obnoxious songs that get stuck in your head for days? Idk, in all honestly, I would probably cry a lot and stay wrapped in a ball still stuck on the spiders. Maybe I would annoy them by how many times they would have to come into my cage and kick me to see if I’m still breathing.

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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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The Surprise

Flufftober Day 20: Hiking

Thorin Oakenshield x reader

Word Count: 2.1k

AN: Day 20! Wow, if I'm totally honest I didn't think that I'd make it this far. Feedback and Reblogs mean a lot. I'll see y'all tomorrow.

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“You’ve not been yourself for quite a while my love. Tell me what troubles you.” Thorin had been more irritable than normal lately. He had taken to sparring more than normal and had been extremely short with some of the more resistant members of his council.

“It is nothing Ghivashel, do not worry your precious head about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you Thorin, that is what being your wife means.” You pulled him into your arms and looked into his eyes. “You are my heart, and when you hurt, I hurt. So let me lift your burdens.”

“Do you miss it?” Was his questioning response.

“Miss what, Thorin?”

“Being free. The adventures that we had before we reclaimed the mountain. Slaying beasts and journeying with our closest friends.” He was wistful when he spoke of these things. His voice was soft and his eyes were glazed over.

“Of course I miss it my love, but who is to say that it has to be over?”

His eyes met yours. “I have far too much to do. I cannot just leave the mountain to go on an adventure, not while things are still so fragile.”

“Well, yes. You cannot go on another year-long journey to reclaim our homeland. But you can take the weekend. The council is at an impasse as it is and Bard and Thranduil are not due to return for negotiations for another month.” You kissed his head. “Thorin you have done enough that I know the mountain will not fall apart if you were to leave for a short while.”

“But what kind of King would I be if I abandoned my people?”

“My love, you are not abandoning them, you are taking care of yourself. You are letting yourself blow off some steam so that when you come back you will be an even better King than you are now.”

“It is just not possible Ghivasel. I must put these thoughts far from my mind.”

“If that is what you think is best.” You sighed. Your husband was not one to be easily swayed, even by you.

Your thoughts began to race though, thinking of all the ways that you could improve your lover’s mood and what would need to be taken care of before that could happen.

The next few days passed similarly to the ones before your conversation with Thorin. He was up before you were and returned to your shared chambers after you had already gotten ready for sleep. His mood only got worse and you decided that something needed to give. Which is why the next morning after you had awoken, once again to your husband’s side of the bed already cold, you had sought out Balin for a discussion during breakfast.

You had found him in the royal library, where he usually resided in the early morning. Nursing a cup of tea and flipping through pages of an old tome.

“Balin, I need to discuss something with you old friend.”

“Anything, for my Queen.”

“I was your friend long before I was your Queen” You pointed out.

“Perhaps but, I knew you’d be Queen before even Thorin did.”

“That is precisely who I’m here to speak to you about.” Balin put his book down on the table next to him, turning his aging body towards yours fully, and gestured for you to take a seat. “Thorin is troubled. He misses the journey and the freedom that came with it. I do not doubt that he loves being King, but he needs to be just Thorin sometimes too.”

“I have noticed that Thorin has been more easily angered as of late. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” You detailed your plan to Balin and bounced ideas of the old dwarf until the sun had reached its peak in the sky. Both of you had accidentally neglected your duties of the morning and spent the rest of the day playing catch-up. Any dwarf that saw the two of you in passing though, could only describe the two of you as possibly giddy.

Two weeks passed before the plan could finally be put into motion. Two weeks of sneaking around behind Thorin’s back, wrapping up loose ends, and ensuring that the mountain would in fact, not implode during your weekend away. It was hard work, and by the end of it, you were very much aware of why Thorin had been so tense lately. It just made you want to surprise him with your gift even more.

The morning of the surprise you intentionally woke up extremely early. Early enough that you were up and ready before Throin was. You pulled together your outfit and his and ensured that both of your packs were properly stocked.

When he finally woke, the confusion on his face quickly morphed into alertness and concern. He practically launched himself out of the bed before his eyes landed on your body and he instantly relaxed.

“What in Mahal’s name are you doing up?” His morning voice was rough and insanely attractive, you had to remind yourself that you were on a schedule before you acted upon the thoughts that came rushing to you at his words.

“I have a surprise for you, and I needed to be awake before you to stop you from leaving before it was ready.”

“Ghivashel,” his tone was apologetic, “today is much too busy for any kind of surprise.”

“Except, my love, it is not. I have already taken care of your duties for the day, and have canceled the meeting you had with the miners guild this weekend in favor of a crafter’s summit later this month where all of the workers in the mountain will be able to discuss their dilemmas together.”

“You, what?” He was baffled, truly baffled. How had you possibly done all this without him noticing?”

“The summit was Balin’s idea, he insisted that it would work and I hope he was right. Nevertheless, your schedule and mine are clear for the next three days and I have planned a surprise for you. Your clothes are laid out for you and I have already packed for the both of us. Breakfast is in the kitchen, meet me in the stables when you are ready. I still have a few things to prepare before it is time.” You instructed him.

“Time for what?” He grabbed your wrist as you began to walk out past the wooden doors of your chamber.

“Time for your surprise, my darling.” You kissed him soundly and continued your exit. Leaving a confused but hesitantly excited Thorin behind.

While Thorin was getting ready, you headed to the kitchen yourself. To grab the basket full of the feast you had called upon the kitchen to prepare. A long with some dried bread and cheese to put in your sack. Then you made your way to the other hall of royal chambers to ensure that the princes were awake and getting ready. Those two could sleep through an orc attack if they were given the chance, and today you would not be giving them the chance.

“If you mess this up. I will shave your mustache in your sleep Fili I mean it.” You had threatened the eldest. You found that it only ever took a threat to the eldest to make sure that the youngest also followed through. Kili was sure that whatever was done to Fili would be done to him twofold. And he wasn’t really wrong.

Once you had made sure that you had everything you would need you made your way to the stables. Hoping that you’d beat Thorin there, or that he actually would show up and not just insist that he needs to work anyway.

You didn’t see him when you arrived but it was still early so you didn’t feel the need to send out a search party. It was only a few moments later when you heard him turning the corner. In the time you had been there alone, you had managed to set up both your horse and Thorin’s. Packs laid across their back and saddled properly placed and laced up.

“Ghivashel, what is this surprise you’ve planned for me? And why did we need to meet here to start.”

“I think I can tell you now, as long as you promise to not leave when you find out.”

“I promise my love, just tell me I beg you.”

“Remember my love, how a few weeks ago you had confided in me that you missed the journey. That you missed being free. Well, I spoke to Balin and we put together a plan that would let you be free, if only for a little while. We are going on a mini journey.”

“Love, This is… Thank you.” You’d never really seen Thorin be speechless before, he had always been a man of few words, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen him without any.

“I just want you to be happy, Thorin. You’ve been so stressed lately that I wanted to help you feel better.”

He pulled you into his arms and fiercely placed his lips upon yours. You melted into his kiss. His lips moved on yours in a passion, relaying all the thoughts that seemed to be trapped inside of his mind. He kissed you like he would never be able to kiss you again. When you finally broke apart you took a big breath and tried to control the dopey smile that was threatening to cross your face.

“We have to get going. I have a plan and if you keep kissing me like that I’ll never be able to follow through.” You pulled away from him reluctantly and made your way towards your horse.

“After you.”

The two of you rode for about an hour before the riding trail cleared and the pathway became too treacherous for the horses.

“This is where we leave them. The rest of the way is one foot.”

Thorin and you dismounted and you let the horses off lead so that they could make their way back to the mountain without you. The two of you continued on foot with Thorin occasionally leading you through some rough terrain. You spent the entire day together, looking at wildlife and speaking about things that had nothing to do with the mountain or kingly duties.

You reminisced about the first journey, about Bofur’s ability to make a joke out of everything. Of Bilbo’s incessant fretting and how amusing it was to watch. You swapped stories and recounted battles the whole way. Only when you recognized where you were and that the final part of the surprise was almost there did you grab Thorin’s arm and stop him from going any further.

“Okay, we’re almost there. But I need to put this on you before we go any further. You pulled a long thin strip of black cloth from your pack.

“A blindfold? Ghivashel…”

“I know, I know but it won’t be long I promise.”

He sighed deeply and heavily but acquiesced. You tied the blindfold around his eyes and grabbed his hand. Leading him through the last of the few hurdles until you made it to the clearing where the last bit of the plan was waiting.

“Surprise!” A yell called out around you and Thorin reached up to pull his blindfold off. The sight that awaited him was the entire rest of the company. All spread out across the clearing. Bombur was stirring a pot that was piked above the fire. Fili held Kili in a headlock and Kili struggled to escape. Dori, Nori, and Ori were all sat around some logs and were smiling at him.

Thorin turned to you and in his eyes, you could read adoration and thankfulness. He briefly left a kiss on your cheek before he let a smile cover the entirety of his face and started towards his friends.

You stood behind watching your husband be the happiest he’s been in a very long time. His eyes were light and his shoulders were straight. For a few short moments, he was allowed to be Thorin Oakensheild, not King under the mountain.

“This was a fine idea, My Queen.” You looked down to the left of you. Balin stood similarly to you, arms behind his back with a gentle smile across his face.

“It was a great plan, Balin. I thank you for your help.”

“Anything for you, and for Thorin. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have him.”

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theworldsoftolkein · 3 months

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Thorin Oakenshield Company - 1 - by Haley Hass

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teacupcollector · 2 years

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Drunk and In Love (Bilbo Baggins x Reader)

Main Masterlist The Hobbit/LOTR Masterlist

Summary: Being married to Bilbo has always been an adventure and with this unexpected journey done. There is now time to celebrate!

A/N: Thorin and everyone is ALIVE because my heart couldn’t take the ending A/N: Imagine the gif is him reaching for you xD

The Battle of the Five Armies is done and everyone is celebrating. The coronation of soon to be King Under the Mountain, also know as Thorin Oakenshield is only a week away. Though many are wounded that didn’t stop anyone from drinking the barrels of Dwarvish Ale that has been sitting their for who knows how long. As of right now you are watching over what you now consider drunk toddlers -Not because of their height, but because after so many pints they are barely able to hold their liquor- You decided not to drink knowing that your company of friends would need someone to take care of them. Especially your husband Bilbo.

Bilbo has never been one to drink often. Maybe the occasional glass of wine from ‘The Shire’s’ vineyard. Your life in The Shire has been nothing but boring. The was until you met Bilbo Baggins from Bag End. You use to go on adventures and the tales that he as well as Gandalf would tell during the summers. As you began to age however you found your platonic feelings grow into something more. Something beautiful because even though there is no more adventures trampling through the woods you were happy with your new adventure beginning. You remember his proposal like it was yesterday.

Bilbo was acting rather strange as of late. You would find him pacing up and down the halls, in the little kitchen. He would be muttering to himself in the pantry as we would prepare dinner. It was even more strange when he was silent during dinner. His eyes always looked so far away. As if he were somewhere beyond the rolling hills of ‘The Shire.’

It was well into the night and you and your lover Bilbo were washing dishes together. Though the space was limited you both learned to work in tandem. He paused his scrubbing for a moment and you felt his gaze land in you.

“Yes my love?” You ask with a small smile.

“I love you... You know I love you right?” He asks. You can hear his voice waiver.

“Of Bo... I never doubted your love for a second.” You say setting the drying cloth down.

“Have you ever wanted more?” He asks and you blush.

“A-As in childr-” “Yes!” He exclaims and your eyes widen.

“I-I mean maybe in the future not right now!” He says as he begins to backtrack.

“Not that I don’t want to have kids with you! I would very much like that!” Bilbo begins to ramble.

“Bil...” You say but he continues on. “My love.”

He doesn’t seem to hear you so you lean up and place a kiss to his lips. Your teeth clank together uncomfortably, but he lets out a slight moan from the kiss. Though that is his normal reaction to deep and sometimes unexpected kisses. Just as he was about to deepen it -and you could tell because of the way he was grabbing your waist and nibbling at your bottom lip- You pull away. He lets a groan of dissatisfaction fall from his lips

“Bil what is it?” You ask.

Bilbo pauses for a moment before walking into the pantry while muttering. You thought he may have been mad at you so you follow him. Once you are in the entry way to the pantry you see him digging into a sack of flour.

“Bilbo what on earth are you doing?” You ask in confusion.

He continues to dig until he lets out a small ‘There it is’ He pulls the object from the sack causing flour to spill onto the floor.

“Bilb-” “You haven’t baked anything this week!” He exclaims.

“That’s why I have been so frustrated. I thought you might have saw it a-” You cut him off.

“If you wanted me to bake you something you cou-” “No it isn’t that!” He exclaims and walks in front of you grabbing both of your hands.

He kneels on one knee.

“I know baking has always been your favorite thing. I thought if I hid it in there you would find it!” He says as you feel something cool be placed on your left hand.

“I want us to share a bed a-and hold each other as we lay sleeping. Then maybe have children! Have a little you or a little me running around! Unless you don’t want children then I am fine with that as well!”

“Bil-” “What I am trying to say, well what I am trying to ask is if... Is if you will marry me! Will you do me the great honor of making me the happiest Hobbit in all of Bag End? I mean ‘The Shire!’ No, no of all Middle Earth!” You find your face becoming flushed with redness. “I-I. Of course Bilbo!” You exclaim gripping what you now know as a ring in your left hand and wrapping your arms around him.

You shared many more hugs and kisses that night, but they are different now because you have a ring on your finger now.

Now you are currently helping your loving husband to bed while Balin dealt with the rest. You made it to your shared room which was slightly dusty from lack of care, but you were happy when Thorin offered you the room. You begin to get him tucked in bed when he begins to speak.

“Will you marry me?” He mumbles as he goes to reach for what you could assume was alcohol -In his eyes at least-

“We’re already married my love, Now lay down you are drunk.” You say as you reach for the pitcher.

“We are already married!” He exclaims as you begin to hand him a glass of water he turns his head away.

“Yes my love now you need to drink water.” You say but Bilbo begins to mutter to himself.

“Yes I remember you are my wife!” He exclaims and you move the glass toward him he moves his head again. “I don’t need water! What I need is a kiss and one of your best pastries.” He says suggestively as he begins to palm your ass.

You giggle since this was mostly normal when he drank to this extent, but you are proud to say that when you say no to his drunk advances he always concedes and doesn’t push any further. But that doesn’t stop him from becoming a needy little puppy dog that only wants cuddles.

“Now, now Bil. You need to get to sleep.” You say with a smile and he gives you a slight pout before taking the glass of water and gulping it down.

You walk away to get dressed in a night gown and you hear a slight whine from behind you.

“Don’t leave...” and you sigh. “I will be with you in a moment my love.” You say with a slight smile as you finish getting dressed for bed.

You walk up to him and place a kiss on his forehead before going over to your side of the bed and climbing in. Bilbo immediately cuddles closer to you and buries his head into your chest. You place another kiss into his curls. You wait for his breathing to even out before letting sleep claim you as well.

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nightfall-writer · 4 months

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I have time

Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 2k (Sorry)

Warnings: Canon Violence (Battle of the Five Armies war) The reader is pronounced dead. A bit sad, Thranduil cries. They are married, but Legolas is never mentioned. AU Thorin,Fili,Kili, and the elk live :D (please let me know if I forgot any)

A/N - Sorry for Thranduil x Reader again, I like the Character and couldn’t think of another one for the story to apply to. Also, I am not sure who is at fault for the gems in the movies, I’ve heard that the dwarves didn’t want to part and Thranduil didn’t want to pay the money, but I’m going with the first one! This may have to be 2 parts if you guys want a second part.

“War?” You asked Thranduil, “Yes, I want what belongs to me.” he replies. You know you cannot talk him out of it. It was supposed to be a gift to you but, they did not want to part with it. You understood where he was coming from but, thought all of this was a little overkill for gems. “I am assuming there's no talking you out of it?” You asked knowing if he sets his mind on something there's no likely chance of him not doing it. Although, you would be the person to convince him not to. “No, there isn’t” He starts, “I am rightfully claiming what is mine.” “I am coming with then” You reply. “Absolutely not, Meleth.” He says as he turns around to face you. “It should be done and over with rather quickly anyway, you should stay here.” He answered. “I am not letting you go alone, If you are doing this, I should come with you.” You replied. “I am not talking you out of this, am I?” He chuckled a bit. “No, you are not.” You grinned. Right before you two left, he checked again to see if you could stay behind. You being as stubborn as he was told him no and that you would be okay. You and you’re army arrived at the remains of Dale. You felt sympathy towards these people as they had to take refuge in the remains. You looked around as Thranduil and Bard chatted a bit. Afterward, You and Thranduil had decided for you to choose the spot for the tent. You would come to find him afterward. After He watched Bard try and reason with Thorin, he went to the tent and settled down a bit.

“Suited already?” Thranduil asked. “I do not like to be unprepared, you know this.” You replied while putting up your spared daggers. He slightly hums before grabbing a wine glass. “Mithrandir?” You questioned, “What are you doing here?”. Thranduil put his glass down and turned around. (Time skip a few minutes as I could not find the dialog of the talking) “Sometimes a storm is just a storm” Thranduil replies. “Not this time, armies of orcs are on the move. These are fighters who have been bred for war. Our enemy has shown his full strength” Gandalf argues. “Why show his hand now?” Thranduil replies. “Because we forced him, We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakensheild set out to reclaim the homeland,” Gandalf says before leaving, Bard follows as you grab Thranduils arm. “What if it isn’t nothing, what if it is truly a threat?” You asked. “Wizard's warnings cannot be taken so seriously, my love.” Thranduil and You walked out to meet with Bard and Gandalf who gave you a concerning look.

“Give the order, If anything moves from that mountain, Kill it,” Thranduil says. The guard walks off to give the order to the archers. You look at Gandalf who is in complete shock at Thranduil's harsh command. Thranduil turns around, “The dwarves are out of time”. Gandalf runs out to Bard, “Do you agree to this?, this gold is so important here, would you buy it with the blood of the dwarves.” Gandalf asks. “It will not come to that, This is a fight they cannot win,” Bard replies.

“That will not stop them” Bilbo states. This causes you to peek out of the tent and look at Bilbo. “You think the dwarves will surrender, they won't, they will fight to the death to defend their own,” Bilbo states. “The burglar” you whisper only loud enough for Thranduil to hear. “Is he?” Thranduil asks, “Yes, he’s the one who got the keys from the guards when they were busy being passed out.” You reply. Bard, Gandalf, and Biblo walk into the tent as you are stationed standing right next to Thranduil's makeshift throne. “If I am not mistaken.” Thranduil starts as he sits down. “This is the halfling, who stole the keys to my dungeons under the nose of my guards.” Thranduil stares at Bilbo as he says it. “Yes, sorry about that,” Bilbo replies. You smile a bit at the hobbit. “I came to give you this” Biblo says as he lays down something in a brown-ish cloth.

As he unwraps it, he reveals the Arkenstone and backs away. “The heart of the mountain” you gasp, “The king's jewel” Thranduil finishes as he can read your mind. “And worth a King's ransom... how is this yours to give?” Bard says as you all look at Bilbo. “I took it as my Fourteenth share of the treasure” Biblo answers. “Why would you do this?” You ask currently questioning the hobbit. “You owe us no loyalty,” Bard says as well.

“I'm not doing it for you. I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. They're suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners you can possibly imagine.” Bilbo starts and you cannot help but smile slightly. You find that from what you’ve read hobbits tend to be loyal and Biblo clearly shows it. “But they are also brave and kind, and loyal to a fault. I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can.” Bilbo finishes. “I do believe that he will give you what you want in exchange for this. There will be no need for war.”

You and the others arrive in front of Erebor. You watch as they exchange words and as his cousins arrive. None of what they said truly bothered you until you heard his cousin say “I’ll split his pretty head open” You quit smiling and death stared at him. “See if he’s still smirking then.” Dain finishes. “Let them advance, See how far they get” Thranduil replies. You load your bow as Dain runs back to his army. As they start fighting you release your bow along with the rest of the army and see the arrows get shredded. You watch them coming closer and then hear rumbling. You and Thranduil exchange looks before seeing the Wereworms coming out of the ground. You look at them horrified wondering what on earth they are doing here.

“I have a plan!” You say while fighting next to Thranduil as you both start heading towards the remains of Dale. “Is it a good plan?” He questions as he kills the orcs off of his elk. You pause for a second causing Thranduil to glance at you. “I have a plan.” You say, but before Thranduil can tell you not to. You make a noise with your horse slamming on the ground causing the orcs to look at you. They charge you and as you run around a building you lead them back out into a line causing them to be killed easily. You lose track of Thranduil and cannot find him. You see the war dying down a bit and see the dwarves heading to where the leader Azog is. You quickly follow them on your horse unaware Thranduil is looking the streets for you.

As you see Fili being caught by an orc, You take out your bow and shoot the orc. This causes the orc to drop Fili and you run with your horse around the dwarves and catch him. You put him down quickly and start trying to kill the other orcs. You get off your horse and see Bolg as he tries to run towards you. You start attacking him but he slings you across into the side of the hill. You groan in pain but start making your way up.

Thranduil quickly made his way up the hill after hearing from a guard that he had seen your horse making its way up there. He looks around and sees the dead Azog. As he looks around more he sees Thorin, Fili, and Kili hugging. “They went that way,” Thorin says and points. Thranduil smiles and nods a bit and starts going that way looking for you. He sees your horse and leaves his elk with it. He makes it your way and hears you groan. He pulls out his sword and fast-walks towards you.

As he makes it around the corner he sees you grab the orc by its neck and spin around it. You let your foot hit the rock and push it. As you let go and land next to the orc. You breathe heavily and before Thranduil can come closer to you, the orc grabs you. The orc brings you with him as he falls. “No!” Thranduil yells before trying to grab you. “I'm sorry” is all he hears come from you before you go over the cliff edge. He runs up to the edge and looks for any signs of you. “No, no, no, please!” He starts panicking as he looks for you.

He comes down off the mountain visibly shaken, no one says anything to him as he calls what men he has left to make it home. Gandalf comes up to him and before he can say anything Thranduil cuts him off. “Was it worth it?” Thranduil asks Gandalf, “What-” Gandalf starts. “They’ve been killed to save your dwarves.” Thranduil finishes talking and walks off before Gandalf can say anything else.

Thranduil and his army make it back to Mirkwood. He announces what happened and heads to his room. He closes the door and stands in front of his bed. He feels his eyes starting to tear up and he brings his hand up to his mouth. He starts crying and falls down to the ground. He tries to muffle his sobs with his hand as he lets it out. Before he notices he falls asleep on the ground against his bed frame.

He wakes up realizing what happened and starts tearing up again. He looks outside and realizes it's about time for a meeting. He still agrees to go to hopefully distract himself. He ignores the concerns of his noblemen to sit out a few of them. He starts getting colder towards his people and hardly leaves the castle anymore. For the first few weeks, he barely ate. Most feared they would lose him to grief but to their surprise he started eating again. Most speculated that he wasn’t sleeping well and they weren’t wrong, he’d either stay up late finishing his papers or pass out to sleep.

After the first few months, he shut everyone out and remained cold. He didn’t know if it was caused because he didn’t want to feel the hurt anymore or was trying to act as the tough King he was supposed to be. Either way, this remained how he was for the rest of the months. He hardly talked in normal conversations anymore, he was either commanding or giving his input in meetings. Some started calling him “The Cold King” or saying he didn’t care about his people anymore.

He woke up realizing that it’s been 11 months since your death. They were gonna host a ceremony to remember you in the month. He couldn’t bear it, not having you by his side. “Meleth, please tell me this is one big joke on me,” he says quietly as he starts crying again. Before he starts sobbing he stands up and starts getting ready for the day. He makes his way to the throne room and as he enters he hears people gasping. He walks quickly and freezes as he looks at the person in the middle of the throne room. “Meleth?” He says quietly, you turn around and smile. “I’m home my love,” you say as you make your way towards him. “This has to be a dream” He mumbles. You touch his cheek as he leans into it, “It is real, I'm alive” You say. He hugs you quickly and doesn’t let go. You stay like that for a few minutes before he lets you go. You motion for you two to go to his chambers. As you both walk in as you close the door. “How are you alive?” He asks as you turn around to face him. “It’s a long story” You reply, “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months.” He says. You wince a bit at what he says. “I have time,” He says.

#the hobbit #thranduil #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #lotr

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cutie4560 · 6 months

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Company of Oakensheild :

Circus AU

Thorin: Ringmaster

Bilbo: Costume Manager

Fili: Knife Throwing

Kili: Archer

Balin: Backstage Supervisor

Dwalin: Strong Man

Gloin: Ticket Salesman

Oin: Stand by Medic

Dori: Poodle Dancer

Nori: Sword Juggler

Ori: Clown in training

Bofur: Top Clown

Bifur: Retired Axe Thrower

Bombur: Circus Cook

Others

Thranduil: Tightrope Walker

Tauriel: Acrobat

Legolas: Acrobat

Bard: Head of Tent Setup

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bluebellhairpin · 7 months

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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; Together with the Company you fight the dragon Smaug. Yet you and Thorin have never felt more apart.

Warnings; Thorin has the dragon-sickness and get's physically aggressive. Depictions of nightmares/sickness. Blood and injury. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'We All Lift Together' by by Freya Catherine + Jack Victor - "Strong, united, working 'till we fall and we all lift, and we're all adrift together."

Part 11 || Part 13

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

You knew you were in deep trouble. There was nothing you could do in that moment to shake the chill that pierced straight through your heart.

“You have no idea who you are.”

That was what Smaug said, but despite the startled and frightened frown on your face, you stood tall. You spoke even though your voice betrayed you and cracked under the pressure of being so close to a dragon that you could feel its breath on your cheeks.

“I know exactly who I am,” you said, inching your hand with your sword up higher, “I am one of Thorin Oakensheild’s Company. That ought to tell you who I am, for they are my family."

“So then you have come to steal from me. I almost want to give it to you.” Smaug said, eyeing the glowing Arkenstone. Your eyes darted to the gem, before you fixed firmly on the dragon. Bilbo would sort out the stone, of that you were sure, but the dragon - you could do little, but you would make sure not to get caught off-guard. “Oakenshield will suffer for it. It would bring so much joy to watch it destroy him. For it to corrupt his heart and push you all away. To drive him mad like his grandfather before him. But,”

Smaug fixed his eyes on you and Bilbo, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You were in danger.

“I think not.” The dragon moved fast, making out to bite you both into his jaws in one fell swoop, but you’d moved away just in time. Then he reared back again, and fire grew in his chest. A burning heat starting in your own lungs, making it harder to run atop the coin under foot.

Shielding yourselves in a hall to avoid the dragon’s fire, you pushed back against the stone with fear heavy in your chest. You'd awakened the dragon, and you'd angered it. Somehow you felt you should’ve known it was going to happen - surely this was what your dreams were telling you. The fire and death and destruction - they were all a warning, one you didn’t heed because you didn’t know it was there.

And the things he said about you and your mother? That wasn't anything like you were expecting. You couldn’t remember a darkness like this in your mother. You couldn’t remember a time it could’ve taken her - perhaps not your own fault, you couldn’t remember a lot about your life before, but somehow you still knew. Even still, if the darkness took her, it didn’t matter.

You were not your mother, and you knew you never would be.

Bilbo tugged at the sleeve of your tunic, trying to usher you both away from danger. You followed, chest heaving and with sweat beading on your forehead - was it always this hot in here?

Ahead of you, Thorin appeared, and Bilbo went up to greet him. His eyes didn’t say long on the Hobbit.

“You’re alive,” he said, clarity shining in his blue eyes before it seemed to cloud again at the sight of the treasure behind you. His face turned back to Bilbo. “Did you bring the Arkenstone?” He was curt, straight to the point, and you didn't like it. He was acting towards you like the Dwarf you met all those months ago in the Shire. He wasn't your Thorin anymore - he wasn’t the person who warmed to you enough to tell you about the glory of Erebor while locked in cells of dirt and stone. “The Arkenstone. Did you find it?” he asked again, ignoring Bilbo’s talk of danger. But Bilbo said nothing, and neither did you.

“We have to get out of here.” Bilbo said, trying to step forwards past Thorin, but was stopped by a blade at his chest. Thorin moved, pushing Bilbo towards the edge of the staircase with the sharp tip of his sword. Immediately you took a step closer.

“Thorin,” you said, voice set in a tone of warning as your own grip tightened on your own sword. One look from Thorin made you stop. It told you if you moved closer he'd put the sword on you instead. He wasn’t trusting Bilbo, but right now he would still hurt you if you got in his way. It was the Hobbit or the gem.

This truly was not your Thorin.

The rattle of coins in the distance made you turn around. You spotted Smaug coming, he’d heard you, smelt you - it didn’t really matter how he knew where you were because he did.

You repeated Thorin’s name again, this time softer, more desperate and more frightened. He turned to where you were looking and from the clarity that reclaimed his eyes it was the shock he needed to regain his head.

The sword lowered, and Bilbo almost tripped over himself getting back behind Thorin. He gestured for you to do the same, to find safely behind him in the smaller halls the dragon would not fit in. Then he too backed away with you both behind him.

“We need to go.” Bilbo puffed - but you saw Thorin had not yet looked away from Smaug, a dangerous thing for now the dragon knew exactly where you were.

“You will burn!”

After that, the rest of the Company seemed to materialize out of thin air, now you all were running for your lives dodging dragon fire, and hiding from the dragon itself.

“This was a bad idea!"

"Shut up, keep running!"

You tried your best to ignore everyone and their constant complaints, but it was easier to listen to them than to spend all your brain-power worrying about the pain in your chest that made it hard to breathe. It was like someone had scratched your throat raw and then poured lemon juice down it. It made your eyes water, and your voice came out raspy whenever you spoke.

No matter what you did, where you ran, you always had to keep something between yourselves and the dragon - pillars, walls of coins, anything - but nothing stopped the dragon fire nipping at your heels. At that point your brain shut off, you were just following where the Company led and prayed to whoever was listening that you’d make it to the end of the night alive.

The Company ran into a cornered off room, with you following just behind on their tail. Thorin pulled you into the hall after him just as Smaug rounded a corner with a hot breath of fire, and used himself as your shield. You both stumbled forward, you with your mouth open - partially in shocked horror at the fact Thorin was literally on fire, and partially because your mouth felt too dry to close.

You watched as he fell to the floor and shed the flaming coat before standing and ushering everyone to the opposite side of the room where more corridors were waiting. It was like he wasn’t just on fire. You wondered how he could shake that off so fast, and if such composure was expected of you.

Despite that, the dragon seemed to have been lost. Everyone was as silent as they ever had been as you walked through the empty halls. The group came to a stop, weary of where Smaug was since he couldn’t be heard anywhere. Some thought the dragon had lost them, others - the more sensible and older ones - knew he was still close, and still searching. You knew from how your hair had yet to stop standing on end that Smaug was still hunting you. It made your stomach ache.

“Where do we go?” Bilbo asked, quietly looking at Thorin and you.

“A way out,” Thorin said, “The Western Guardroom.” He looked back at the Company after he spoke, and you saw his eyes rest on you - the crease in his brow deepened ever so slightly, yet he allowed himself to become distracted away from you.

“There’s no chance that way,” Balin said, stepping forward, “It’s too high.”

“It’s our only chance.”

"Thorin -" you started, stepping forward to protest - something was telling you Balin has sense in his words. Thorin looked at you, shaking his head.

“You know we must try.” He said. You nodded your head, shoulders slumping in defeat. The group moved, quick to leave a space so open and exposed, but you lingered, watching as others passed by. Dwalin, however, took notice, and stuck with you as you followed behind the pack.

“We all know what you’re here for,” he started quietly, intent on making this conversation one between just you two. “Whatever you need to do, whenever you need to do it, I’ll help. It will be for the best.” He took hold of your forearm as you walked, and with a smile you pet it as a signal to let go.

“Thank you, but you need to do as Thorin asks.” Dwalin looked up at you, watching your face, and spoke again.

“You are the future Queen, your voice deserves to be heard as much as Thorin’s.”

It struck you a little, as you processed Dwalin’s words, the situation you’d found yourself in over the course of this journey. You were courting Thorin, King Under the Mountain. The hair bead that beat against your shoulder as you walked proved it. Even though he was acting less than a King in that moment he was still - in all the ways you knew - yours. Just as you were his.

But, as you watched Thorin lead the Company along stone walkways and past pillars, you wondered just how exactly he felt about that now.

“I’m no Queen yet, Dwalin.” you said, and so your conversation lulled into silence, yet Dwalin didn’t leave your side.

The Company reached a bridge, and as they cautiously crossed, a coin fell. It clanged to the floor near Bilbo, and while others all looked towards the small drop of gold on the stone, you looked up. Your jaw dropped open, and your breath caught in your throat. Others followed your gaze, and you pushed Nori’s shoulder lightly to keep him moving, unknowingly mirroring Thorin who was doing the same to those further ahead.

Above you was Smaug - he looked big, you knew that, and although you’d been under him before now seemed different. You didn’t care about being found then - however now you couldn’t think of anything worse.

Luckily the guardroom was close by. Thorin led everyone inside, and they moved quickly. You loitered near the doorway - while everyone else inspected the room, you were still on edge about that dragon. You’d hate to be caught in here, so close to being able to leave. You were determined to listen as little as possible, an attempt to not add anymore reason to be anxious - however a strong hand on your upper arm pulled you away from that goal, and into the room.

Over Thorin’s head you finally caught sight of a hoard of Dwarven corpses stacked upon the place where a way out was supposed to be - remnants of a past group who sought a way out here too, and failed.

“Where is the exit?” Thorin said. He sounded upset, and you didn’t like how close he was standing to you when his eyes looked like that. As his words rang in your ear, you frowned.

“What?” you asked, voice hardly above a whisper, “Thorin you know I don’t know -”

“Tell me!” he yelled, hands holding tight to your shoulders. In front of you Thorin was staring at you intensely. Blinking, you realised this was what you’d been warned about - what he had been warned about - the dragon sickness.

Thorin wasn’t okay, and really neither were you. Across the room, every member of the Company was ready to intervene. Especially Dwalin, and even Bilbo.

“Just tell me!” He said again, and lifted your shoulders off the wall you’d backed into. With a shove, your back hit the wall with force, knocking the breath from your lungs with an unsettling uplift of dust, and a crack as your head hit a piece of decoration.

Before anyone could step in, a growl grew in the back of your throat - but the noise, rather than coming from you, echoed in from the hall outside. As if snapped out of a trance, Thorin backed off and addressed the Company. Acting like a good proper leader, acting as if you never existed in the first place.

“Head to the forges. Split up. We’re killing that dragon.” he said.

“We won’t make it,” Blain said, eyeing you as you rubbed the parts of your arms Thorin held (that hurt more than anything else, his touch seemed to burn hotter than any pain given by a stone wall).

“If this is to end in fire,” Thorin started, turning back to you, catching your eyes, “Then we all burn together.” He moved off, and you watched as Golin and Bilbo followed with a reluctant glance towards you.

“What do we do?” Ori asked, standing by your side timidly as you rolled your shoulder under your palm.

“Do as Thorin says.” you started, sounding weak as you stared off where Thorin disappeared.

“He isn’t in the right mind.” Balin said.

“No,” you said, “He still has a good head on his shoulders, but his heart isn't in the right place.”

“He hurt you -” Dwalin replied.

“He is sick, you cannot see that?” you said, gesturing towards the hall outside, before sighing deep. “Perhaps you are right, but that is not up for debate now. The dragon is a big issue, one we need to deal with. We do as Thorin says. Split up, and distract the dragon to give others enough time to light the forge.”

So, then, after word from you, the rest of the Company moved to action - some, such as Ori and Dori, only went after triple checking you were really okay. Physically you were doing fine - burning lungs aside - however the idea Thorin would lay a hand on you did shake you. But as you said, deal with the dragon first.

You split off with Dwalin and Nori, calling Smaug’s attention towards you when he became too close to Ori’s trio.

“Hey you, lizard!” Smaug turned abruptly, breathing a puff of smoke out his nose. “Yeah you, you cold-blooded coward!” you yelled again, nudging Nori so they'd move out of the way faster than the dragon approached.

As Smaug’s claw clipped at your heels, you realized what sort of mistake you’d just made - namely biting off more than you could chew in terms of mockery. You fell, and rolled to a stop beside a column.

“You think you can run?” Smaug said, red hot heat swelling in his chest once more and you felt a bead of sweat roll down your neck and under your tunic, “You think you can hide? I’ll take you one by one if I must!”

Then Smaug let out fire all over where you were standing, and you could do nothing except tuck yourself further behind the column of stone. It did nothing to protect you from the heat, it seemed to burn hotter than the very sun, but once the flames went away you weren’t hurt. Thank goodness for Dwarven stone architecture. Even so, you barely let out a breath of relief until Smaug moved away and everything went quiet.

Once you emerged from the pillar, it wasn’t just Smaug who had gone. Everyone had. There wasn’t another soul to be heard. The noise from them echoed into where you stood, telling you that the dragon marched elsewhere, and yet you were alone. Really you couldn’t really blame everyone for running while the dragon was distracted - you only hoped they realized you were still alive.

You ran across a bridge and into the adjacent tunnel, following the noise towards where it sounded like the forges were.

Then your foot slipped on a step that was too-damp, and you fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Thorin stood just outside the forges, watching and waiting.

He could feel the dragon's steps coming closer through the way the ground shook beneath him. The forges weren’t lit, they had been too cold for too long, and the best source of fire was coming straight to him.

What he didn’t expect to see, however, was you. Even through the adrenaline of a fight Thorin could tell something wasn’t quite right with you. How long had you been like that? When did you start walking with a limp? When did you carry one arm like it weighed your whole body? Since when did your chest glow, and since when were your eyes red?

He watched, frozen in shock, as the dragon emerged behind you. You seemed unbothered and didn’t flinch, but he did. Smaug walked, pacing himself just behind you, and Thorin felt his blood run cold as both your head and the dragon’s tilted in the exact same uncanny way. But then, as the dragon’s chest glowed brighter, you lurched forward - pain strict across your face with your hand clutched to your chest. The glowing there and in your eyes flickered, and faded.

Then you were on the ground, motionless, and the dragon charged at him.

Thorin did not have a chance to check on you, not even if he felt like wanting to. Instead he ran, and for a while he would completely forget what happened to his One in that hallway outside the forges of Erebor.

You stood above Thorin, and he looked across at you with eyes that were cold and determined. You opened your mouth to speak yet the voice was not yours.

“You will burn!” the voice said, but you did not want that. You weren’t against Thorin. You didn’t want him to burn. The entire reason you were here was to help him.

He then spoke, instead now standing over you, with a sword pointed right between your eyes.

“Just tell me!” But that wasn’t right either. He wasn’t against you. He loved you. He was your One. Wasn’t he?

Then it seemed like a thousand voices started speaking to you at once, all from everywhere in a black inky void.

“- The Arkenstone. -”

“- Help him! -”

“- Stop! -”

“- Thorin. -”

“- Don’t leave! -”

No, no none of that was right at all. You didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t like any of these dreams. You had enough.

You woke, jolting from your place on the cold stone to sit up. Your hand rested on your head, it ached from the sudden movement. You didn’t have to look to know that the warm liquid and partially dried flakes of blood you could feel on your head meant you knocked it on the way down.

But what was that dream? More importantly, where were you?

You shook yourself off, deciding to worry about the dream later, and body willing you’d do the same with your head. You needed to find the others.

A quick swivel on your bum showed you the blazing light of the forges - answering where you were but not how you got there. But more importantly, aside from the hum of the Dwarven machines, all other noise had stopped. How long were you out for? Was the Company all alright?

So you wandered, following your feet. They led you outside the main doors into Erebor and up a nearby hill. Under the cover of night, in the distance, you could see Laketown. Even from there, you could watch as it burnt under the dragon fire from above.

“No.” You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “This can’t be right.” You wondered what you did wrong - you wondered why seeing the town burn in your dreams still meant that nothing you did was able to stop it. The innocent people there met with horrible fates - what did you lack of ability to stop that say for what else was to come? How could you save your friends when you weren’t able to save those who mattered less?

“I thought you burned.” Nori said, turning away from the burning town to face you - someone untouched by the same flames. As he looked at you, so did a few others. Thorin was among them. His eyes stayed on yours as he walked closer.

“There is no way you couldn’t have seen this,” he said, refusing to look away even as you shifted on your feet with watery eyes. “You lead us to this.”

“What?” you snapped, “I would do no such thing -”

“I saw you.” Thorin said. He stepped past you, “I saw how it moved, and I saw how you moved. There is no way this is not what you wanted.”

You tried to speak, but your voice caught in your throat. You stepped back, wiping at the blood on your forehead with your sleeve, and took in a deep shuddering breath as you shook your head.

“Even if I knew what you were talking about, you wouldn't listen. I don’t think you ever do.” With that you took your leave, heading further up the mountain to watch Laketown burn. From here there was nothing else you could do. Even now, with much still weighing on your mind for the events to come, you barely believed to hope everything would turn out okay.

Not anymore.

#the girl who knew the end #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin x you #the hobbit x reader #tolkien x reader #the hobbit x you

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misfit-mania-the-first · 5 months

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I have a sudden MIGHTY NEED to read fanfiction of being a hobbit knitting, or Bilbo knitting, or the company of Thorin Oakensheild having a weekly knitting circle after they save erebor, or hobbit-ish patterns for knitting that are modeled after what hobbits would wear in the shire

#knitting #knitblr #the hobbit #hobbit knitting

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knifknight · 6 months

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Pissing and crying rn

They were the hands he held before he had set out towards the Lonely Mountain before he gained his scars and his ring. Bilbo was the Bilbo Baggins of old long before the old coot Gandalf badgered him into joining the Company of Thorin Oakensheild. Bilbo’s head still spinning thought of the young dwarven King. He remembered holding him in his arms. He remembered the life draining from Thorin’s eyes. Tears welled up in Bilbo's eyes as he grappled with the bittersweet mix of emotions. He was back in the peace of the Shire, back in the comfort of his hobbit hole, but he was also burdened with the memories of a life lived, a life filled with both joy and sorrow. He remembered.

Why must I make myself cry :(

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frankieecastle · 2 years

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growing up is realizing that thorin oakensheild is the hottest in the company (and then fili).

#short king #this man is so fine #lord of the rings #the hobbit #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #richard armitage #fili durin #fili and kili #kili durin

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maeofthenoldor · 1 year

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Du Brekar; A Dwarven Playlist

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells, In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught, To hide in gems on hilt of sword. On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, on twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves, And harps of gold, where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.

-far over the misty moutains; except from the hobbit

Shamukh ! This playlist is based off of Tolkien dwarves, specifically the company of Thorin Oakensheild but feel free to use it for DnD campaigns or other stories that are compatible to this!

Yazârnu sanzigil makhaha nimthurul 'abban. Mukhuh targzu nê ta'bari bashk!

[Even mithril is found among stone. May your beard never grow thin!]

#the hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #bilbo baggins #LOTR #tolkien #dwarves #gimli #playlist #silmarillion

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blueberryrock · 1 year

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reblog if you’d like one of these in your inbox

- ask me things you want to know about me: Any fun plans for the month of May?

- make me choose between two things: Join the Fellowship of the Ring, or the Company of Thorin Oakensheild?

- anything!!!!: How are you doing overall? Hope you are well!

Actually i do have a few plans! We're going up to ohio in a couple weeks for my uncle's hs graduation!! But other then that i dont have much happening 💀

UGH THAT'S SUCH A HARD CHOICE, i wanna go with the company cause they pass through mirkwood and i love me some elves, but i've got to go with the fellowship cause it's just pure nostalgia for me lmao so i've gotta go with them, plus legolas was such a bean in the fellowship

And im doing good rn! The stress and anxiety of the big trip coming up hasn't hit yet so im doing great! How are you?

#Nat answers

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budgiesunset · 1 year

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The Sorceress || Reader X The Hobbit

•Warning’s• basically the same warnings as the movies plus spoilers. Not proof read •summary• You are an old friend of Gandalf and when you Hear he’s going to help the dwarfs take back the lonely mountain you have to decide what you will do when you suddenly get an unexpected guest

AN: This is only PT.1. PT.2 is now out

•The company’s POV• ”so… Gandalf are there any other wizards?” Bilbo said riding along side Gandalf.

“Yes, there’s Radagast the brown and Saruman, oh and then there’s YN.” Gandalf replied. “Haven’t seen or heard from her in years.”

“What happened to her, to YN?” Asked bilbo

“She a powerful sorceress. Most powerful one you would ever meet. But then maybe 10 or so years ago she just disappeared said her help was no longer needed.” Gandalf said keeping his eyes forward.

“would we ever get to meet her?” Kili said adding to the conversation.

“We are heading to her house now, hopefully she’s willing to help us.” Gandalf said concern hidden in his voice.

•They have now arrived at your house• “Umm.. let me do the talking, she isn’t particularly fond of new faces.” Gandalf explained, everyone nodded. Gandalf then knocked on the door when there was no answer he knocked again he was about to knock again but from inside they heard movement. And then a voice as the sound of locks clanked together.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. No need to break my door down”

•Your POV• You where just standing next to the fire place reading a book while you waited for the water to boil so that you could make tea. When you heard a knock on the door, you tried to ignore it but when there was another knock you placed down the book and walked towards the door to unlock it. “I’m coming, I’m coming. No need to break my door down” you spoke as you opened the door to see your old friend Gandalf.

“Gandalf… wh-what are you doing here” you asked confused since you hadn’t heard from him in years.

“YN so good to see you again, I have a favor to ask of you may I come in?” He asked looking back at you. “Ummm.. sure I’m just makes some tea now.” You replied moving aside so that he could come in.

“Wait here I shouldn’t be too long.” Gandalf said turning to his friends before entering the warm cottage.

The water was done boiling so you poured it in to the pot before setting the tea pot on the dinning table and grabbing two tea cups from a cabinet. “Milk or sugar?” You asked turning to Gandalf.

“No thank you, so YN I need to ask you a favor, but you must know that it will be dangerous and I cannot promise your safety” Gandalf said as you poured him a cup of tea and placed it in front of him before pouring your self one and sitting down across from him.

“So what is it?” You asked taking a sip of your drink.

“We are taking back the lonely mountain but we need your help.” He said looking at you as you stared stunned at his question.

“Gandalf… That is a death mission, Even if you are able to make it there with out being killed and then some how kill the dragon how long do you think it will take for others to find out and come to the mountain to take it.” You took a breath taking another sip of tea bedding continuing. “You do realize the white orc has a price on Thorin Oakensheild’s head right. Your going to start a war a war that you know that you cannot win a war where Thorin Oakensheild will not survive.” You said as you looked out the window to see the group of dwarfs gathered around trying to look in.

“That’s why we need your help YN, you are the most powerful sorceress that I know please you can help us take back the mountain.” He said taking a sip of his tea.

“It’s getting late… You and your friends can stay the night, but I want you all gone by morning.” You say as you get up placing you cup on the counter before grabbing your cloak and walking out side to your horse and riding off into the forest.

•The company’s POV• “So what did she say, is she coming with us?” Balin asked watching as Gandalf came out of the house. “YN will not be joining us on this quest, but we are allowed to stay here the night.” Gandalf said looking at his friends.

“Where is she going is she going to the orcs?!” Thorin asked grabbing his sword holding it out in front of him.

“NO! You may not know her but she is one of the most trust worthy people I know and what ever she does there is a good reason” Gandalf said watching as you continued to ride deeper into the forest.

•Your POV• You kept riding until you came to a river. You dismounted your horse and tied her to a near by tree. “You walked towards the river sitting next to it you placed one of your hands in swirling the water around.

You suddenly heard a snap from behind you. You grabbed your sword holding it out in front of you. “WHOS THERE… SHOW YOURSELF!” You yelled as your eyes finally landed on a figure who emerged from behind a tree. Fear rose in you as you tried to back up hitting the rivers edge…

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Of Secrets And Quests

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by Z3PHYRR

Bilbo Baggins was a perfectly respectable hobbit that belonged to the shire. He lived in Bag-End in his late friend’s parents’ smial. He didn't leave the hill very often, if not for food. These were the observations of outsiders, ones who didn’t know. Outsiders who were ignorant to what really went on within the small, honest quiet Hobbiton. They didn’t know how truly cruel pleasant the gentlefolk of Hobbiton could be. How inhumane kind and unkind caring they could be. What horrific experiences those that differed from the rest were forced to face. No, this is not a tale of how a simple, respectable hobbit came to join a quest with 13 dwarrow to retake Erebor and slay a dragon. No, this is not such a tale. This is the tale of Bilbo Baggins, a skinshifter who came to meet the last of his kin, kill one he had considered kin and acquire a dwarven husband and nephews.

Who is Bilbo Baggins, and just what is he?

Words: 2919, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dáin Ironfoot (at some point), Thorin's Company, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Legolas Greenleaf, Dwalin/Nori (Tolkien), Balin/Dori (mentioned), Bard the Bowman/Thranduil (Mentioned), Fíli/Ori (Tolkien), Tauriel/Her Bow, Bilbo Baggins & Tauriel, Bungo Baggins/Belladonna Took, Bilbo Baggins & Bungo Baggins & Belladonna Took, Thorin Oakenshield & Thorin's Company

Additional Tags: Skin-changer Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Is an Idiot, Thorin Has No Sense Of Direction, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits, It's Always Gandalf's Fault, Bilbo is So Done, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Protective Bilbo Baggins, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, asshole hobbits, mentioned slave trade, Child slave trade, Thranduil and the stick up his ass, Oh wait thats just Bard, Bilbo Has Issues, Bilbo needs a hug, and he's gonna get one, Thorin Broodysheild, why is that not a tag?, it should be, Bilbo Baggins Has the Patience of a Saint, Bilbo and Elladan and Elrohir prank the Company, Kili and Fili meet Elladan and Elrohir, Fíli and Kíli are Idiots, mentions of Morgoth and torture, Bilbo Is Tired, Like half-dead tired, poor baby, Abuse of Khuzdul, Bilbo speaks Khuzdul and Sindarin, Bilbo has no selfpreservation, read notes for chapter warnings, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bilbo aquires Tauriel when she is an elfling, No beta we die like Thorin Oakensheild should, Canon has been taken out back and shot, We shot the canon with a cannon, Alternate Universe-Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Self-Indulgent, Bilbo Baggins - The Linguist of Middle Earth

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My Lover, My Monarch, My Friend (Thorin Oakenshield x GN Reader)

The Hobbit/LOTR Masterlist Summary: Thorin notices changes and unhealthy habits begining to form. All he can do is do his best to show you that he cares.

@robin-the-enby Requested: Hello! Is it ok if I ask for Thorin and an s/o who struggles with an ed? Preferably anorexia, but you can leave it unspecified. I would just love some comfort...If you'd need more information, I'll gladly provide it! But if this is triggering for you or you don't want to write it, that's completely fine, just let me know <3 Thank you so much!!

A/N: This is my first time writing about an ED if this is triggering or hurtful in any way Let me know and I will remove it immediately

Warnings: Slight description of an ED, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Thorin knows something is off with you, but he couldn’t pinpoint why his lover is so closed off recently. He notices you training more and more each day. You both don’t take your romantic baths together anymore. You both haven’t been intimate in a long time. Not that, that’s all he care about, he fell in love with your mind before all else. Though maybe it was your voice when you talked. The way your lips moved and how soft they looked, but still that voice would only speak when you had something brilliant to say. He hasn’t really heard your voice in a long time unless it was the small grunts and panting breath from training. You seem to be getting more and more tired recently, your stamina has been dropping and he is worried for you. You’re more pale and have been having constipation so he assumed that you were sick. He has offered his best healers and yet you refuse. Every injury you sustain on the training goes overlooked -Not by him but by you-

As of right now Thorin is in the dining hall waiting for your arrival. You both haven’t eaten any meals together in a long while. He decides to abandon his meal and grab yours before heading to your bed chambers. He neglects to knock since this is also his room. As he walks in he sees you putting on a night gown. He catches a glimpse of your body for just a moment and his brows knit together for a moment before you turn around with a gasp as the door shuts behind him.

“T-Thorin! I didn’t expect you to come to bed so soon.” You say.

Your eyes glide down to the plate in his hand before looking away. Thorin pauses for a moment before setting the plate down in a seating area in the chambers.

“Would you like to eat amrâl? (Love)” With out a second thought you shake your head.

Thorin raises a brow. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asks and you shake your head. “No my love. I was about to go to bed.” You say with a false smile.

Thorin looks at you for a moment before he shrugs. He catches you taking a breath of relief which confuses him further, but decides to leave it.

“Let us sleep them my love.” He says as he begins to strip in front of one of the many wardrobes.

He can feel your lustful gaze on him and he smirks, He doesn’t expect anything tonight but he loves the way goose bumps crawl over his skin when he feels you looking at him. Even after fifty years of being together he still gets that way. He hopes you feel the same way he does.

He is now in a pair of sleep pants but lacking the night shirt. He looks down at the scar that litters the middle of his chest. He ignores that for now as he turns to face you. Which you are in bed already facing away from his side. Thorin looks as you bundle a blanket around you despite it being in the heat of summer. Thorin needs to get to the bottom of this. He decides to let himself rest.

The next day he is in the company of Balin.

“You look like you need an ear?” Balin says concerned.

Thorin is silent for a moment. “I am worried for my lover...”

“Why?” Balin asks.

Thorin begins to explain all that has happened, from not joining him at dinner, to refusing his loving advances, whether it be a kiss, cuddle, or making love, He tells his worries of how cold you are when you both do touch, how you shiver in the dead of summer. How you refuse to talk about how you are doing. Balin sighs.

“I don’t think it is in my place to tell. I say be patient and coax them out of this pit they are in.”

“I have tried Balin. I have tri-” Balin cuts him off.

“You might not have tried everything...” He says before removing himself from the room.

Later that night Thorin walks into your shared bedroom and sees you sitting on the furs near the fireplace. He sees that you are also bundled with furs. He takes a moment to sit behind you.

“Hello my amrâl. (Love)” He says as he kisses the back of your head. He feels you lean against him.

He moves your hair away from your shoulder exposing your neck. He begins to place small kisses starting from the back of your ear to open mouth kisses to your shoulder. He begins to nibble and suck loving marks on your skin. His hands come to the front of your body. He feels you shiver against him and he can’t help but smile. He uses his left hand to turn your head toward him. He brings you into a gentle kiss. Your lips are slightly chapped but he ignore it for now as he begins to lay you down against the furs. He feels you tangle your hands in his hair as he places more open mouth kisses on your neck going toward your collar bone. He begins to lift the bottom of your gown while massaging your legs. He pauses his kisses for a moment before continuing up to your torso. As he feels along it you gasp and sit up quickly.

“I-I know what you are doing!” You exclaim and Thorin has a look of shame on his face.

“Why are you refusing to eat?” He asks and you turn away from him.

“My love...” He says in your native tongue. “Please tell me.”

“I... I feel that...Thorin, I can’t...” Thorin begins to protest but stops.

“You don’t have to tell me right now... But I want you to eat my love.” “I ca-” Yes you can. All of us will be there to help you...” Thorin says hoping that his words will get through to you.

Tears begin to collect in your eyes as he brings you into his arms.

“My love you are the most beautiful being in all of Middle Earth... If I have to tell you that and worship your body every hour of the night I will. All I ask is you eat.” He sees you hesitate for a moment before cutting in on your thoughts. “If... If it’s a weight thing that you don’t like... I will glady get you some vegetables. You know... Like what the Elves eat...” He says slowly.

“We can start with that, you can have many beans and nuts for protein.”

“Thorin you do-” He cuts you off

“I do... You are my lover, my monarch, and my friend... I will not stop until those demons inside your head have left you. Until you believe that my words are true and that you will always look ravishing in my eyes, Even now I can’t keep my hands off you.” He says with a smirk which causes you to giggle.

“Let us sleep. We will start in the morning.” You nod as you both head to bed.

It has been a few months now, and within those few months you went from a vegan diet, to a vegetarian diet and as of right now you are having your first sliver of meat. You feel yourself begin to sweat as you feel the company’s eyes on you. You stab the piece of meat with your fork and sniff it. You feel the urge to gag but your mouth is watering at the same time. You look over to Thorin who has a big smile on his face. You feel the warmth of his heart through his smile and you smile back. You end up stuffing the piece of meat in your mouth and clasping your hand over your mouth as to not spit it out. You chew, and chew, and chew before swallowing. You turn to Thorin who is waiting in anticipation. You open your mouth and lift your tongue as everyone cheers happily. Thorin leaves his seat and brings you into an embrace.

“You did wonderful my love!” He says.

“A true warrior you are my monarch!” Fili says.

“Absolutely! You are so brave your highness!” Kili exclaims.

You feel tears of happiness fill your eyes as you hide your face in his chest.

“I don’t know if I will eat meat that often... I might stay with veggies for a little while longer.” You say sounding small.

“Well this is a great first step. If you wish to stay with your original diet none will judge you. You did such a good job and you continue to make me proud every single day. I hope you always remember that.”

You let out an uncontrollable sob and hug Thorin for dear life. You hear the skidding of chairs against the stone floor before you feel multiple bodies pile on top of your and Thorin’s. You and Thorin let out a laugh as they all continue to complement and cheer for you.

“I’d...” Your voice causes to voices to stand still. “Can I have more beans? They are very good.” Thorin’s eyes and smile widen. as he cups your cheek.

“That’s my lover...” He says as he places a tender kiss on your lips

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