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okay, so— for the prompts i’m writing.

would y’all prefer me to post them on AO3, post them as a response to the request, or post them as a response and link them on AO3 so you have the choice of where you want to read them?

i’m leaning most toward the last option, but— my writing tends to get rather lengthy!

(yes, i’m still taking prompts! hannigram, anything from criminal minds or the umbrella academy, the hobbit ships, and of course bagginshield! if you have any other pairings from another show, let me know and i’ll do my best to fulfill it!)

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Might make this a series if this gets enough responses and votes.


“We can provide you with shelter for as long as you need, a warm meal every night, a place to sleep and bathe, protection from the Orcs that those Dwarves failed to get rid of. As you may know, my Guard is the best in all the lands, and no Orc filth will slip past them nor me. Now…what is your answer?” The mighty King of Mirkwood asked the girl in front of him, whom his Guard had saved from one of the last pack of Orcs leftover from the Battle of the Five Armies.

He was originally going to throw her out, she’s a human after all, but once he learned that she grew up with the Durin bloodline, he had to entice her.

“What of my friends?” The scar ridden woman asked him.

“Friends…? Oh. You mean the Dwarves-”

“I want them to know that I am here, so they can take me back to the mountain,” The Knights standing guard felt their hearts drop right into their guts. King Thranduil of Mirkwood was never a king to be coy with, nor to be cut off in conversation. This was practically means of treason!

“Do you know whom you speak to?” Thranduil sat up from his throne, the antlers worn with pride on his head as he made his way towards the human with a peeked interest.

“King Thranduil of Mirkwood, but I understand that you threatened to take away their right to reclaim the mountain. I have no respect for you,” She stated bluntly, despite being the injured and only one in the room who needed help.

“All I asked for was the gems of Starlight. A simple request,” He said with a smug smile, thinking he outwitted the girl.


“Excuse me?”

“You demanded them. But the Mountain of Erebor is not yours to claim, nor do you have any domain over it. You had no right to the gems of Starlight. You were simply greedy,” She said, making direct eye contact with him as he stood, once sure of himself and his hold over her, now completely unsure.

“Perhaps we can come to another agreement then?”

Another voice spoke up and Thrandul peeked to see his son making his way up the stairs.

“We teach you our Elven culture, all that we know and do and practice, and our reasons for disliking the Company of Oakenshield. See our perspective, and what we would do for our people. You can see why we have done what we’ve done, proving ourselves innocent in your eyes and you can advocate to Thorin Oakenshield that we are more then we seem. Be the bridge to an alliance to the Mountain and we can trade goods for the gems of Starlight,” Legolas gave a very strong speech to the human, and that’s because he too desired the gems. Yes, they were carved from the mountain, but the Dwarves had no use for them. So, why not trade goods that you can only get from Mirkwood for the gems?

And have their human friend advocate for them?

“Worthy and fair for the gems of Starlight, and I always say to listen to both sides. I shall advocate to Thorin for you, but I will need to stay if I am to learn of your way of life…and perhaps receive some treatment,” She looked at the slice along her arm.

“Of course,” He led her down the stairs, and all Thranduil could think of was how to thank his son for this plan that he never would have thought of and also…who is this human woman and why was he curious about her?

And what is the name of this intriguing maiden?

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Little Greenleaf (Thorin x Elf!Reader)


Imagine: You are Thranduil’s daughter, the one he kept hidden for so many years. One day you run away from Mirkwood but end up becoming a prisoner to Thorin and his Company. It’s been a year since they’ve reclaimed Erebor and your father and Thorin have been at each other’s throats. Thorin did give your father the white gems back, but the elves broke in and took back more than that—the arkenstone. Now Thorin has something precious of your father’s—you.

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Part 1

You finally manage to fit the blade in between the glass and the wood. The mirror on your door is going to be your way out of here! You carefully shimmy the glass out of place, then pull it in so that no noise will be made. You set the glass piece on your bed, and continue with your plan. You peek out the glass less window, then stick your arm out and unlock the door.

A sigh of relief leaves you as you hear the door click. Adrenaline fills your body as you grab your already packed bag and open the door that has kept you locked in your room ever since you were a child. You check to make sure the hallway is clear, and once you’re sure, you close the door behind you, and walk down the hallway. The way out is—

“(Y/N)? What are you doing? Are you going somewhere?” It’s your older brother, Legolas. How did he…?

“Please, Brother, you cant stop me. I’m done being father’s secret daughter—his prisoner! You get to go out and have a life, and I’m stuck here!”

“He just wants to protect you! I want to protect you!”

“I don’t need either of your protection! I’m leaving, and you can’t stop me,” you say, hoping those would be your last words. You tighten your grip on your bag and turn away from him. You continue to walk even though you hear him pull out his bow and draw an arrow.

“(Y/N). Don’t make me do this…”

You stop walking. “Just let me go. You know you can find me, at least give me a head start.” You smile as you hear his arrow retract.

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Erebor was once one of the mightiest of the Dwarven kingdoms of the Third Age, until it was plundered by Smaug, who took it as his lair for a century and a half. All this time, Thorin Brooded and planned his vengeance until, accompanied by the Burglar Baggins and in possession of the Long-lost key to the Back Door, the Dwarves reclaimed their lofty halls and deep delving.

Just a pencil work I did. The challenge for me was to use only one pencil, which happens to be the 0.7 pilot H-327. I love this character too much, can’t help it.

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Turn of Events

Chapter 6

Emmalin had no time to protest as Thorin lifted her out of her chair and started to walk towards a door. Great, where does that lead to?

“Please, I think I just want to go to bed—”

“Perfect! That’s exactly where we’re headed!”

“No, I mean my bed.”

“I can return you there tomorrow.”

“My ankle is bothering me—”

Emmalin was cut off by Fili who stopped Thorin from walking through the door. He accused his uncle of being drunk, which he clearly was, and that she needed to rest. Instead of listening to his nephew, he just became angry and walked through the door anyway.

Thorin swayed a bit as he carried her up the spiraled stairs. “I was just wondering,” Emmalin started to say.

“Aye,” Thorin urged her to continue.

“What was the celebration for?”

“Orc pack—they were too close to my kingdom and taken care of. We always hold a celebratory feast when we take those bastards out.” They continued up the stairs and Thorin still staggered all over the steps. “Where is my room? I feel like I’ve been walking in circles.”

Thorin adjusted his arms under Emmalin, with one of his hands grasping her buttocks. Emmalin’s breath hitched, but she didn’t think much of it. He was drunk, after all. “Why are you bringing me to your room?” she asked.

Before he replied, he pushed open the door he stopped in front of. He walked her in and placed her on his bed. “Tell me, Emmalin, do you not like the attention of a King? You should be honored,” he gruffly said.

Emmalin sat with her hands in her lap. She couldn’t help but watch him take off his royal clothing, layer by layer. He turned around quickly, and smiled when he caught her staring. She looks down at her fidgeting hands. She kept her eyes down at the sound of him walking over to her.

She then felt a finger under her and he lifted her head up to meet his eyes.

“Why me,” Emmalin whispered. She was lost in his strikingly blue eyes.

He smirked and replied with, “Why not you?” His calmness left in a flash as he lifted her from under her armpits and threw her to the middle of the bed. She tried to sit up and leave, but he crawled on top of her and sat on his knees. His weight was holding her down.

“Please, I beg of you! You’re drunk!”

“You come into my kingdom and being as beautiful as yourself, thought you could wander right under my nose? You didn’t think I would notice you? Come, Emmalin, relax….need I remind you that I own everything in my kingdom.” When he finished speaking, he started to undo the string on his trousers.

“I’m a virgin!” she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping that it might change the situation.

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Chapter 4

It was just Emmalin and Bilbo again. “Why is it that I have turned into a slave for all these dwarves! And you,” he said, looking up at her, “were not supposed to leave my room! How far did you think you were going to get on that ankle?”

“I want to see my family! I didn’t know I was going to run into the King!”

“Well, you did, so here we are, following Kili and Balin’s plan—” He stopped talking once he realized what he said.

“What plan?” Emmalin asked, getting suspicious.

“Nothing! It’s nothing! I guess we’re, um, moving you into Dis room now and I still have to find you a blasted dress.” Bilbo was lucky he didn’t let the whole plan of those two slip out. He could already tell Emmalin wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. What makes Kili and Balin think she’s going to fall in love with that brute of a king?

*** Emmalin got settled in her new room—the previous bedroom of Thorin’s younger sister, Dis. On the way to the room, Bilbo explained that Dis passed away a couple of years ago, so her room had been vacant for a long while. Emmalin felt bad for the princes, losing their mother and everything, along with Thorin losing his sister.

Bilbo also managed to find a dress, a sapphire blue one, that looked like it would fit pretty well on her. “Lady Dis was a little tall for being a dwarf, right around your height, really. I swear, she could have passed as a human.”

Bilbo left her and she was alone again, in a strange room, but at least it was more appealing to her. The room was decorated extraordinarily and the bed was super comfortable! She eventually found herself wandering over to the bookshelf and pulled out a book with a folded piece of parchment tucked in between the pages. She opened to the page and took the parchment out, opened it, and found two young drawn faces staring back at her. It was the princes! They were so young and adorable in the sketch!

She replaced the parchment in its spot, slid the book back in, and found another book to read before she had to be whisked away to dinner with the King and his subjects.

*** It was finally time for the celebratory feast and Emmalin was deep in the book that she picked out from earlier. There was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of her new small friend, Bilbo. “I guess I’m a servant and an escort tonight!” he shouted through the door. “I really should consider going back home. I wonder if everyone thinks I’m dead?” She heard him mutter to himself. “Anyway! Are you quite ready to head down? Just—just hold on for a moment, will you!”

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Emmalin honestly did not want to stay there for another minute. She had to find out about her family, what happened to them. If they’re alive or not. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said, expecting it to be either Balin or Bilbo, but it was one of the brothers from this morning. The blonde one.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” He asked, peeking his head in the door.

“No, you’re fine. Were you looking for Bilbo? I don’t know where exactly he went, but he was getting me a dress, I think.”

“Oh, so you are attending the feast tonight.” Why did he sound so sad about it? Was she really that much of a burden to everyone? She had to get out of there.

“No, I don’t think I will,” she said, putting her dried boots back on and picking up her bag.

“What? Why not?” Now he was sad about her not going?

“I’m leaving and going to Esgaroth, um, what was your name again?”

“Fili, nephew to King Thorin, if Bilbo hadn’t told you already.” This man, standing before her, was royalty?! Well, she acted pretty rude to him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. I don’t mean to be rude about not attending, but I need to go find my family—” She moved her foot and cried out in pain. Fili ran over to her and caught her before she could fall on her face. “It’s my ankle, I’m sorry, I didn’t step on it right.”

“Emmalin, there’s something you need to know,” Fili said, looking her in the eyes. My, how his eyes were beautiful. He set her on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her. “Your family’s alright.”

Her eyes got big. How did he know this?

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How I came to ❤ Richard Armitage…


Just like that…

I am embarrassed to admit I haven’t seen much of Richard’s work…I have a very low tolerance for bad TV, life is just too short.

I loved, loved North and South 💕💕 probably my favorite role of his after Thorin.

Tumblr is my Thorin page, for my Richard posts follow me on Instagram at: allaboutarmitage 😎

Thanks for the tag @crazytxgradstudent !

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This took me way too long to do and I still wish it hinted a little more toward Bagginshield, but what are you gonna do? Go follow my art account on Instagram @chastinecolors if you haven’t already and if you say you found me from Tumblr you can request anything you like that SFW!! I wanna do more Hobbit, more Marvel, Star Wars, and whatever else. I’m much more active there and interact more. Plus you get to see more works in progress. See you there!!!


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