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erosofthepen · 3 years

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Letters From Amad pt.2

After about five months of not knowing how to continue it, i have finished part 2!! There will be a third part, not nearly as long, and i already have most of it written, so it should be out a lot sooner lol. BUT, i hope you enjoy it, and thanks for putting up with me lol.

-Part 1

-Words: 4,898

-Warnings: blizzard/storm, injury, hypothermia, some swearing

-Tags: @grunid, @elvish-sky, @sassyscribbler, @whore4fictionalhoes11, @smaugs-guardian, @bitter-sweet-farmgirl, @jotink78, @marvel-ous-hobbit, @anjhope1, (if i forgot you, im sorry, i have trouble keeping track sometimes)

It was moments like this that reflected Thorin’s terrible decision making. In actuality, his decision to not put anymore lives at risk was very wise. But still, it was Fili who was out there. And Kili. And since Thorin would not send a search party out, it was time to take matters into your own hands.

First things first, you went back to your chambers and put on your warmest, fluffiest, most wind-resistant coat. Rabbit fur covered the insides (the hides were hunted and tanned by Fili, a courting gift to you), and thick leather made up the outside, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. Next, you pulled on your winter boots (you had actually just had them made last week, and there were three little pockets perfect for concealing knives in), as well as a hat, gloves, and a scarf, all knitted by Ori, his way to show gratitude after your help in the libraries. You then proceeded to gather up some salted meat and cram, walk down to the entrance of the mountain, and enter the stables.

You choose a faithful companion to keep you company, namely, Daisy. The Mare had a thick wooly mane, and an extreme proclivity towards sweets. This was not to be your first venture with the pony, and now you knew better to bring him anywhere within five leagues of a bakery. You had not been amused when he had eaten an entire box of pastries meant for you and the scholars, though Kili and Fili had thought it to be the most hilarious of stories. However, despite his tendency to devour pastries, Daisy was reliable and resilient, and you hardly rode any other steed.

Several stableboys tried to dissuade you from leaving in the storm, but you brushed off their remarks as you tacked up Daisy. Thankfully, they didn’t try to block your path as you left, though they did warn you to be careful. You weren’t too concerned, for the storm had grown tamer in the day, and the frost was not biting your face. Yet, that is.

You reached Dale in about an hour. It took much longer than expected, with Daisy being nearly up to his belly in the fallen snow. Dale was practically devoid of men and women, most of them having the brains to stay inside during the storm. The only exceptions were some watchmen and one or two passersby.

“Oi, it’s a bit too cold for a morning ride lady, have you lost all sense?” A guard asked as you were leaving the gate on the other side of town.

“No my good fellow, I'm just looking for my friends. Have you seen two dwarrow come this way?”

“Can’t say that I have, but Maurice said he saw a pair last night, a few hours before the snow started.”

“Did Maurice mention where they were headed?”

“To the caravan, where else? It’s about fifteen miles from here, I would guess. You’re not considering going out there, are you?”

“I’m afraid that I must. Good day to you sir,”

“And a very cold day to you, lassie. Best of travels.”

“And to you as well.”

You quickly left and mentally cursed yourself for wishing him best of travels in return. He wasn’t traveling, you idiot!

The embarrassment faded as the wind began to pick up. The blizzard was steadily getting thicker, the puffy snowflakes turning more compact and icy. The city of Dale had long disappeared behind you in the snow, and you could only hope you were headed in the right direction.

However adventurous and bold it sounds, riding bare-back on a pony in the middle of a freezing cold snow storm was not at all an easy task. Your scarf had been moved to cover most of your face, and your hood was tied tightly ‘round your head, yet the flakes still stung your flesh. You were definitely starting to rethink your whole “making sure the brothers were alright in a storm idea.” Especially since it was pointless to look for them in between the caravan and Dale, as you couldn’t even see ten feet in front of you. Your goal now was to simply make it to the caravan without frostbite.

Around noon, you tried eating a bit of the bread you had packed, only to find it frozen. As well as the cheese. And the dried meat. It wouldn’t do good to gnaw on it either, as that would just make your innards cold as well, so you just went with your stomach protesting.

It was starting to get quite dark when you finally saw what seemed to be a glow in the distance. As you drew closer, it grew apparent that it was the caravan, and you sighed in great relief.

The dwarrow on watch were very suspicious. Of course, once you explained your purpose, they grew less so.

“I come from Erebor, in search of the Princes. Prince Fili and Kili left last night with the intention to travel here, have they arrived?”

The guards started to look a bit nervous.

“No my lady, no one’s seen anything of them.”

Your heart dropped to your feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Aye, the whole group would have known.”

You might’ve cried, but your eyes felt nearly frozen. You turned your pony, with full intent to head back out into the blizzard and look for your love, when one of the watchdwarrow stopped you.

“You’ll freeze out there my lady, as will your pony. Stay and get warm.”

“Aye lass” another said, “Besides, if the Prince’s are out there, her Lady Dís should be informed.”

Ah, that’s right. Dís.

One of the guards led Daisy off to get warm with other animals, while the other led you to Her Ladyship’s tent. He announced your presence, awaited approval, and then lifted the flap of the tent, beckoning you inside before letting it fall behind you.

Dís was a truly stunning Dwarrow, even for her age, with long black raven hair and a beard to match. Some strands were turning silver, much like Thorin’s, and her blue eyes were more piercing than an orc’s. She looked incredibly confused when you walked into her tent.

“Good Mahal lass, what the hell were you doing out in that storm? You must be senseless.” She said, looking up from a book she had been reading and furrowing her brows.

“I was looking for the Prince’s. I should introduce myself, my name is (Y/N).”

Dís’s eyes widened and she stood, showing off quite an impressive height.

“Why would you be looking for my sons out in this storm, (Y/N)?”

“They… Fili left a note this morning, he and Kili were coming to the caravan to see you. The watchdwarrow said they hadn’t arrived.”

The Dwarrowdams jaw went slack for a moment, and then she cursed, banging her hand on a small table that held a bottle of whiskey.

“Foolish boys! Have they no sense? I was to be seeing them in only a few more days, but they could not wait, could they? Och, the beasts!” Dís continued her rant for a while longer, before she turned her gaze back on you.

“And you journeyed out here in the storm?”

“Aye. I could not rest well knowing that they were out in this foul weather. I will be going to head back out to look for them as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit,” you replied, very conscious of the Mother’s piercing stare. She was quiet, until she breathed a worried sigh.

“It’s no use to search out in this weather, lass. Especially at night. Rest here with me, we’ll go searching first thing on the morrow. I must talk with the guards for now, make yourself comfortable, I will return soon.”

And, just like that, Dís left the tent. Her talk was brief, and left you standing dumb in the center of the tent. For some time, you debated on whether or not to go out searching anyways, but the fire was surely inviting, and something in you knew Dís wouldn’t take kindly to you leaving against her wishes.

Your travel bag, heavy and frozen from being exposed to the elements for so long, left your shoulders as you set it down by the entrance. Next came your gloves, and then the outer coat, snow and ice caked on it making your fingers fumble whilst trying to unbutton it. Eventually, it joined your bag, as well as your boots (if you had thought the coat was difficult to get off, the frozen buckles on your boots were torture). After you had stripped the burdensome clothing off, you simply stood in the center of the room, close to the fire. There were blankets nearby, piled near a bedroll, but you dared not touch them, seeing as they belonged to Dís. It was rather awkward, simply sitting in a stranger's (of sorts) quarters, and weren’t sure what to do.

Your eyes did some exploring for you, falling first on the book that Dís had been reading. ‘The Heart of Hrund’. Huh. You recognized the title, from the Great Library, but you knew very little about it. You’d have to read it now. Your eyes then fell to the whiskey bottle. ‘Breaker’s’. Ah. Memories you shared with Kili at the beginning of the journey returned, however hazed they were due to your drunken state. Strong stuff, Breaker’s was. Bofur managed to get his hands on a few bottles from a merchant, and you and Kili had stolen one from him, much to Thorin’s disappointment and Fili’s annoyance (he was upset to be left out of the fun). Your eyes then drifted to a leather-fitted box, beautiful khuzdul runes and designs etched into it, however, before you could get a closer look, footsteps crunched through the snow outside the tent.

Dís and a young dwarrow entered, carrying stew, bread, and a plethora of blankets and pillows.

“Mahal,” Dís started, placing the tray of food down on the little table and grabbing a quilt from the other dwarrow, “Have you just been sitting here freezing? You could have taken a blanket, you know.” She said, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving you to sit down.

“I, er, I didn't want to be rude.” You replied, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dís screwed her face at you.

“Lass, it is never considered rude to take a blanket in the cold. Only exception is if someone is already using it.”

You didn’t reply, feeling very uncomfortable social-wise, despite finally starting to warm up physically. Dís grabbed the rest of the supplies from the other dwarrow and nodded at him to leave. As he left the tent, Dís set the other blankets down and started making a bedspace for you near the fire.

“I can help with that,” you said, starting to get up to help.

“Nonsense lass, you get yourself warm.” Dis stood and grabbed the food tray once more. “However, I do request that you eat.” she set the tray down in front of you, and you thanked her, feeling a bit guilty as you started on the stew.

“Uh, have you eaten yet, My Lady?”

Dís scoffed, resuming her work on your bed roll. “Don’t call me that child, call me Amad. I can hardly stand to be addressed in that way by servants, let alone my sons One. But yes, I’ve had my fill.”

Her words shocked you, having only ever heard Fili refer to you as his One. You hardly expected Dís to accept you as Fili’s lover, let alone his One.

“Alright.” You replied, once more feeling dumb and without anything to contribute. So you sat in silence, trying hard not to slurp and watching Dís make up your bed. Eventually, She moved up and away, surveying her work.

“Thank you, that was very kind.” you said. Dís sighed and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the fire. You were quiet once more, and were now re-considering going out to search for Fili and Kili, if only to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

“I hope you are only not talking because of the storm. I expected a much more chatty lass, if i’m being honest.” Dís remarked, eyeing you carefully.

Panic flashed through your eyes as you tried to think of something to say, but Dís let out a soft chuckle before you could make a fool of yourself.

“I’m only joking, child. You needn't be nervous here. Tell me, how was your journey from the mountain to here?”

“Cold,” You blurted out, shuddering as you imagined the wind biting your face. Dís smiled at your bluntness.

“Indeed, I imagine it would be, especially if you’ve been out all day. Tell me, was there any sign of them as you came over?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately no, I could hardly see past my nose once the snow grew thicker.”

“I swear, those boys will be the death of me,” she muttered.

“Just be glad you weren’t Thorin trying to deal with all three of us,” you said without thinking. Dís locked eyes with you, and then started chuckling.

“I do not envy him, based on what I've read of you three. It seems that you made it your entire purpose to create trouble for my brother dear.”

“Well, we tried to. For the first half of the journey, at least. He was much more willing to withstand our meddling before we crossed the Misty Mountains. Then came the orcs, and goblins, and Mirkwood, Laketown, the dragon… and the battle too.” Your face had fallen whilst you spoke, and Dis reached out her hand to comfort you.

“You mustn't dwell on the hardships of the past, child. It does nothing but cause trouble for the mind. Believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Dís seemed to age very quickly, and the wisdom and experience that this dwarrowdam had became clearer. You knew her story well-enough, from nights Fili had needed to find comfort in you, telling you about his childhood and family. Dís had wed Víli Heptifilissøn, and twelve years after Kili had been born, he had fallen ill from the Black Lung*, and had spent months growing weaker and weaker until he perished. Fili was able to remember the wretched coughing, and his Adad’s ragged breaths, as clearly as the day it happened. It was the reason he refused to go deep into coal mines, or else made up excuses. If those memories still hung onto Fili, you could only imagine how horrible it must have been for Dís, who had to watch her husband suffer such a death. Looking at her now, you never felt more in awe of a single person.

“You speak truly, my Lady-”

She looked at you sharply, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“-I mean, Amad.”

That satisfied her, and she relaxed her hand away. “I do indeed, child. Never has a lie crossed my lips. Except when I told Thorin that he had a mighty spider in his beard.” You chuckled at that, but it quickly turned to a yawn. Dís raised a brow.

“It’s time for sleep then,” she commented, “I’ll leave you in peace to finish eating, and then it’s straight to bed.” Dís stood and went back to her chair, and resumed her book, leaving you to scoop that last of the stew in your mouth. It was not long before you were warm and cozy in your makeshift bed, and Dís bid you goodnight before blowing out the lanterns.

You woke to shouting. In your groggy state, you couldn’t make out the words, and you blinked in the dim light of the fire.

“What new madness arises?” You heard Dís murmur, followed by the sounds of her fumbling about. The shouting grew nearer. “Are you awake, (Y/N)?”

“Only partly,” you replied, trying to untangle the covers from your legs. You shuddered as the extra warmth left, but hurried to your feet, only stumbling slightly. The noise was becoming considerably louder, and your ears could start to make out the words being yelled.

“Get a healer, lads!”

“He looks frozen stiff!”

“SHOVE OFF! WHERE IS AMAD?” Kili’s furious shout snapped you into alertness. At that moment, Dís was able to find a lantern, and finally the tent’s interior was more visible. The flap in front of the tent lifted, and Kili stumbled in, hair frozen with bits of ice and face bright red. With horror, you realized he was supporting another dwarf who was barely conscious. Fili.

You jumped to your feet and rushed towards your betrothed, supporting his other side and lifting his head. Fili’s lips were tinged blue, and his teeth were chattering bitterly, clacking together in a terrible rhythm. Dís was there not a second after you, and she helped guide you all to lay Fili down in the space you had slept just moments before.

“Strip him down,” Dís commanded, starting to work on his boots. You followed her orders without hesitation, helping Kili with Fee’s coat. It didn’t take too long for the three of you to undress him to his underclothes, and you winced when you saw his shoulder looked… definitely not normal. Dís pressed on it gently, and Fili made a weak groan that twisted at your heart.

“He fell off his pony,” Kili said.

“Of course he did. Kili, fetch a healer.” The younger prince sprang up, filled with energy even after being out in a blizzard for nearly an entire day. But he was hardly at the entrance when a grizzled old dwarrow entered, a satchel in hand and a hard look set in his features.

‘‘Hanarr,” Dís welcomed, nodding her head. The old dwarf grunted in acknowledgement before kneeling down by Fili’s shoulder, feeling along the bone. He grunted once more, before looking up at Kili.

“Hold down right here lad,” Hanarr instructed, moving Kili’s hands to rest on Fili’s other shoulder and chest. “Right, hold it firm.”

Hanarr outstretched Fili’s other arm, and began to move it towards his head. A click sounded, and Fili called out, however weakly. His shoulder looked back to normal again, and Hanarr quickly folded his arm against his chest, before searching through his medical pack and pulling out a sling.

“Sit him up, lad.” the healer instructed Kili. He propped Fili up against his side, and this time, Fili held his own head up, his gaze landing on you. Confusion flitted across his nearly-frostbitten features, and he mumbled your name despite of his state.

But Hanarr was upon him again, and soon the sling was fastened to his arm, and the Healer was moving his legs so that they were tucked against his chest. He addressed Kili once more, “Get rid of yer tunic, and stay close to yer brother” and then turned towards you, “do the same, but mind his shoulder lassie.” Without hesitation, you followed his command and soon Fili was sandwiched between yourself and Kili. Dís (with the permission of Hanarr), wrapped several blankets around the three of you, and soon set to work on making some tea. Hanarr presented her with a root of ginger, and, after seeing that all that could be done was done, decided to take his leave.

“He should be fine in a few hours, I'll come back to check on him soon. Keep him awake.” were his final words before departing.

The silence that followed his departure was intense, interrupted only by the sound of the fire, the kettle, and a knife. Dís was the first to speak.

“I would have your hides, if I was not so glad to see you again.” She said in a low voice as she shredded the ginger.

“I’m sorry Amad,” Kili said, eyeing the movement of his Amad’s knife, “Patience has never been my strong suit.” Beside you, Fili shifted and rested his forehead against your temple.

“Indeed not,” Dís replied, her voice heating like the water she was boiling, “How did you convince your brother to join you in this endeavor?” Fili moved again, this time nuzzling his face into your neck and hair, his nose startlingly cold.

“Who said it was my idea?” Kili argued. However, Dís turned her glare on him, and He flushed and murmured, “he wanted to see you too, it didn’t take much to convince him.”

“(Y/N)” Fili said, drawing the attention away from arguing. “ ‘m tired.” He let his head rest heavy against your shoulder, and you (reluctantly) moved him away.

“You must wait to sleep, Kidhuzel,” You said, bringing your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes wider, in sheer betrayal. You could have smiled, knowing Fili’s tendency to become unreasonably cross when denied sleep, but instead you kissed his cheek.

“Your Amad is making tea for you, and when you drink it, you’ll warm right up.” The blond prince’s eyes dropped once more and he tried moving back to the crook of your neck, only to be refused a second time.

“ I’d prefer Ale,” He muttered bitterly. At this, you did allow yourself to smile.

“Not a chance. Your heart might stop.” He grumbled and detached his uninjured arm from Kili, taking your hand and squeezing it with what feeble strength that had returned to his veins.

“It won’ stop as long as you’re ‘ere.”

Kili snorted, but was silenced as Dís sent him another glare, and you laughed softly, shaking your head and squeezing his hand back.

“If it worked that way, then I would gladly give you the finest Ale, however, I do believe tea would be a better option.”

When the tea was ready, you helped Fili to drink it. At first, the prince had winced at the heat, but soon he drank it gladly, becoming more alive with each sip. You sensed Dís watching you and Fili carefully, but brushed it off, telling yourself she was only concerned for Fili, not observing how you interacted. A small part of you that wouldn’t be silenced said it was both. Soon the mug was empty, and it had apparently helped Fili along much more than you anticipated, and soon he had detached himself completely from his brother and was pulling you closer.

“Careful of your shoulder,” you reminded him.

“ ‘s fine.” He replied, pressing flush against you. His skin had already warmed, thus proving the hardiness and hot blood of dwarrow. Kili scooted away, seeing that he was no longer needed, readjusted the furs covering yourself and his brother, and pulled his tunic back on. Dís immediately walked over and threw another fur across his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned just as tightly. You averted your eyes when Kili started to sniff and tremble.

“I missed you,” he said.

“And I as well, inùdoy” Mother and son stayed in once another’s embrace, until she drew away and made him drink his fill of ginger tea as well.

A half hour later, you were struggling to keep Fili’s eyes open, and Kili had already crashed on Dís’s bedroll. The dwarrowdam herself grew impatient for Hanarr’s return, and had gone out searching for him. She reentered the tent with him not ten minutes later, and Hanarr (as grumpy and irritable as he was, he was an excellent healer), inspected Fili. Truly, your prince was proof that dwarves were nothing more than portable furnaces, and his temperature was more or less back to normal. He still was a bit out of it, but it was nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix. Soon Hanarr declared that it was safe for Fili to sleep, and almost immediately, the blond sank into your bedroll and began to snore.

Diís left after Hanarr, telling you to rest and call her if need be. You didn’t question where she was going, and she did not share it with you.

However tired and exhausted you were, sleep would not come. You sat in front of the fire for hours, feeding it and stoking it, keeping your mind entertained with the images dancing in the flames.

You had just finished adding another log to the fire, when a hand lightly gripped your wrist.

“Ghivashel” Fili said faintly. Your head turned towards him, and you smiled despite all things; for while Fili’s face was still red, his hair undone, and his eyes bleary, he was alive and conscious.

“Khuzd allakhul” you scolded, bending down to lean your forehead against his, “What sort of prince are you, to go out in the snow and frighten your lover?” You kissed his lips softly before drawing away just enough to wait for his answer.

“A very foolish prince indeed,” He murmured, his hand on your wrist pulling you back towards him. “But what sort of lover are you, to worry so greatly and come after me in the snow?”

“A very devoted lover, who has half a mind to leave now that you’ve insulted my care of you.” Fili’s eyes widened and he summoned his strength to pull you down, nestled in his side.

“Forgive me, I was not thinking of insulting you, amrâlimê. I just don’t want to see you suffer for my sake. Menu Tessu.” He said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. The beads on his mustache braids still felt frozen, but his lips were warm. You smiled and took his hand, entwining your fingers together.

“All is forgiven. So long as you won’t do anything as stupid as that ever again.” you replied. Fili sighed and kissed the side of your mouth.

“I shall try my very hardest not to.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Then you must forgive me once more, for I cannot make such bold promises whilst Kili remains my brother.”

You both chuckled at this, before settling into comfortable silence. Slowly, your eyes began to drop, the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Fili’s breath making it harder and harder to evade sleep. The fact that the lion prince had begun to rub circles into your shoulder with his thumb wasn’t helping. After the third time you startled yourself awake, Fili’s voice was near your ear.

“You can sleep now, Amralime. I won’t be going anywhere.”

His words were nothing short of a spell, and in less than a minute, your eyes closed and sleep overtook you, a comforting, dreamless sleep, the best kind.

When next you woke, indeed, Fili was still right next to you, awake, but only just. He was blinking the sleep away, and you suspected that his movements had been what had woken yourself. Cold winter light was shining through the tent flaps, cutting like a blade through the warm glow that filled the inside, and a conversation was taking place.

“We left in the wee hours, m’lady, just before dawn. You can imagine the state Thorin was in when he heard that the entire future of Erebor was out in the snow.” The voice of Dwalin more than successfully brought you to awakeness, and you sat up, looking around for the source of his voice.

“Indeed, I imagine he would be weathering the floors with pacing. I expect we’ll be leaving soon, no?” Now Dís spoke, and by this point, you and Fili had turned behind you to see the pair talking over mugs of mulled wine. Kili was also there, however, he was still dreaming on Dís’s previous sleeping roll, limbs sprawled out wide and mouth hung open almost comically.

“Aye, as soon as these three are dressed and ready.” Dwalin said, turning his gaze onto you and Fili, brow raised and the slightest of smiles on his warrior face. “What a lot of worry you and your brother had us in,” he continued, addressing Fili specifically, “I swear to Mahal, you’ve no idea what sort of panic you caused. Course, when yeh come back with your shoulder like that, everyone’ll be doting on yeh. ‘The poor heir who got caught in a blizzard trying to see his Amad’, not ‘the fucking idiot who didn’t have any patience and went out in the night despite knowing there was a storm brewin’.” But all while saying this, there was humor and relief in the warrior's voice, betraying how glad he felt that the boys were not frozen under three feet of ice and snow.

“Both versions are correct,” Fili pointed out, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Aye, but only the first version will get told.” Dwalin replied, to which you laughed. He turned his focus to you now. “Don’t think you’re innocent lass, Thorin nearly had a heart-attack when we couldn’t find you. Both the heirs missin’ was bad enough, but the lady who’ll be adding to the heirs disappearing made it all worse.”

“Och, Dwalin, she had a noble cause to come out in the snow, you needn’t blame her for anything.” Dís said, coming to your aid.

“Was our cause not noble and justified?” Kili’s voice piped up. The Prince's eyes were hardly opened, but he was more than ready to defend himself from accusations.

“Not when you were to be seeing me in less than a week. If I was able to refrain myself from going out into a blizzard in the late hours, you should have been able to as well.” Dís retorted. A sour expression crossed Kili’s face, but he dared not argue with his Amad.

“Right then,” Dwalin said, “Get yourselves up an’ ready, we’ve not much daylight left to get back to Erebor.”

*Black Lung: Coal miner’s pneumonia.

Kidhuzel: Gold of Gold

Inùdoy: Son

Ghivashel: Treasure of Treasures

Khuzd allakhul: Stupid Dwarf

Menu Tessu: You mean everything to me

(part three will be out soon)

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imagineteamfreewill · 3 years

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Imagine Robbing Dean’s Cabin

Pairing: Robber!Reader x Dean

Word Count: 1,510

Warnings: None

Square Filled: Robber!Reader

Summary: The reader finds what she thinks to be the perfect hit, but it turns out to be less than perfect.

A/N: This is a submission for the 2020-2021 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo). Please let me know what you think, and enjoy!

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“Perfect,” you murmured, and you shifted on the tree branch to get a better look at the cabin. It was empty, just like it had been for the past three months, which made it the perfect hit. You’d been craving a good robbery ever since you’d gotten into town. You were supposed to be getting out of the life, but old habits die hard.

Silently, you climbed down from your perch and slipped between the shadows of the massive fir trees. The ground was blanketed with fallen pine needles and you sent up a prayer of thanks. They kept your footsteps quiet, making it easier to sneak towards your mark, not that that mattered when the cabin hadn’t been used in months.

You were halfway through the kitchen window in the back of the house—some idiot had left it unlocked—when the light flipped on. A man was standing in the doorway, and he had a gun trained on you. It had been a long time

“How do you feel about cops?” he asked, his voice low.

You inhaled sharply, frozen in place as you frantically tried to figure out the best way out of this. You could back out of the window and risk being shot while you tried to escape, or you could climb the rest of the way in and face the man head-on.

“They’re not my favorite,” you finally responded after he raised an eyebrow at you. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto the kitchen counter.

“Me neither,” he replied. He cocked the gun and you glanced towards the nearby door. It led out onto the back porch, which was a straight shot into the thickest part of the forest. If you could only make it there, you had a pretty good chance of coming out of this unscathed.

He gestured with the gun towards the plain kitchen table nearby. When you didn’t move, he took a step towards you and his upper lip curled as he growled out, “Sit.”

Your mouth grew dry and you swallowed hard as you crossed the short distance between you and the nearest chair. It creaked when you lowered yourself into it.

“What’s your name?” the man asked. When you didn’t answer, his jaw clenched and his eyes flickered dangerously. “What’s your—“

“Amy,” you murmured.

“Bullshit.”

You stared at him, pressing your lips together. Who did he think you were, an idiot? No one with any common sense would give their real name after being caught in the middle of robbing a house.

“Listen, I’m not in a good mood, so you’d better stop lying to me. I’m not a person you want to make angry,” he ground out. Though the kitchen was well illuminated, his face was still half in the shadow provided by the hallway, and you suppressed a shiver as fear slid into the back of your mind.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you or anything,” you told him. “I was just gonna take a look around, see if there was anything of value. If you let me go, I promise I won’t come back. You’ll never see me again.”

“There’s nothing valuable here.”

“Great, then let me—“

“No. Stand up,” he ordered. You stayed in your seat until he stepped closer and held the gun to your head.

“Whoa, hey!” you cried, but you got to your feet. This was not turning out the way you’d hopped and your heart was thundering in your chest as the man led you towards the living room. He turned on that light too, then prodded you towards a faded couch against the main wall. You sunk down onto the middle cushion and stared up at him, holding your breath.

“I’m not gonna hurt you if you cooperate,” he told you, and you nodded weakly, exhaling heavily. “Do you do this often? Rob people?”

You shook your head, then thought better of it and murmured, “Not recently.”

“Explain.”

Taking a deep breath, you clutched your hands together and tried to keep your voice from shaking as you told him about the man who’d first coerced you to help him rob someone, and then how it had become something of an addiction. You hadn’t been able to go more than a few days without sneaking into someone’s house or a business to find something that would give you the same adrenaline rush. After a close call that left you in the hospital and your partner six feet under, you’d moved to the tiny town of Evergreen Falls, Montana. You’d been hoping it would be the perfect place to recuperate and find a new hobby, but you’d been wrong. You’d seen this cabin and it had only worsened the itch that nothing seemed to scratch.

“So what was your plan, exactly? You’d just rob me and then go back to living your cute little life in town, and everything would be great? You wouldn’t feel the need to steal anything else ever again?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were an expert,” you scoffed. If you were being honest, that had been the plan, but when he put it the way he did, you realized that you’d been stupid. Of course you wouldn’t have been able to go back to living a normal life after robbing this place. You would’ve gotten the buzz of adrenaline back and never wanted anything else ever again. Nothing could replace it. You’d tried.

The man stared at you for another moment before the corner of his lips quirked up in a smile. Silently, he uncocked the gun, flipped on the safety, and tucked it under his shirt.

“What if I told you I had a business proposal for you?”

“I don’t typically do business with people who hold me at gunpoint,” you said, keeping your arms crossed over your chest. “And definitely not after they mock me. I know I don’t make the best life decisions, but I don’t need people making fun of me for them.”

He kept silent and stared at you intently, and you shifted uncomfortably under his steady gaze. Finally, you uncrossed your arms and got to your feet.

“Can I go or are you gonna shoot me if I try to leave?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Don’t tell me you aren’t at least curious. You rob places for the adrenaline, right? I can promise you that the rush is ten times better in my line of business, and you actually help people.”

You hesitated, glancing between him and the front door. He was right—you were curious. Quietly, you sized the man up. He was broad-shouldered and he stood tall, and the way he moved stealthily as he walked proved that he was used to sneaking around. You hadn’t even noticed his presence in the cabin until he’d announced himself, and you’d been watching the place on and off for months now. A big part of you wanted to know how he’d managed that, even if you didn’t end up doing business with him. You were an observant person and not much got past you.

“Alright,” you said. “I’ll bite. What is this business proposal?”

“I need someone to help me take something,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, or you wouldn’t be talking to the person who just tried to rob you. What exactly would you need my help with and why should I help you?”

He glanced towards the kitchen and you waited patiently. Clearly, the man was caught between telling you some sort of lie and telling you the whole truth.

“My brother and I need to break into a museum and steal a painting.”

“Is it a money thing? A kinky thing?”

His ears turned red. “What? No!”

“Then what is it? Are you thieves? Is someone paying you to bring it to them?”

He shook his head and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We have to destroy it. If we don’t, more people are going to get hurt.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest again. This guy was crazy. “Right.”

“I know it sounds bad—”

“Oh, do you? Good, I was worried you didn’t!”

He sighed again. The man looked up towards the ceiling for a long moment, mumbling to himself before finally saying, “Sit down. I’ve gotta give you the talk if you’re ever gonna take this seriously.”

“I’ve already had the talk, thanks. My parents were pretty specific when it came to the whole birds-and-the-bees thing.”

“It’s a different talk. Just sit down, alright?” He gestured to the couch behind you.

After a moment of thought, you reluctantly lowered yourself back down again. The man took a seat in a worn green chair that faced the couch and rested his elbows on his knees, leaning towards you.

“Promise me you’ll wait until I’m done to ask any questions,” he said, and you stared blankly at him in response. “Just promise?”

“Fine, I promise.”

“Okay. So my brother and I, we work together…”

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dimdiamond · 2 years

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Oh Dim…ohhhhh Dimmmm you know I’m about to put together some out of the box ones! 😆

Let’s go Bagginshield: 25+60

And Faragrin: 63+99

YOU MADMAN HERE'S A LONG POST FOR YOU TO SUFFER WITH ME

Fairytale au + poor timed confessions for Bagginshield

After all these years of friendship Bilbo should had known better than letting Thorin lead the way. But here they were, lost in Mirkwood, no food, no water and no patience from both. They needed a way out asap, especially with all the spiders ready to catch them at any moment.

Thorin's face light up when he noticed a small cabin just a few meters ahead. Triumphant he turned to Bilbo, "Told you it was the right way! Who's laughing now?"

Bilbo had a bad feeling for this, a very bad one. "Thorin, this cabin looks so close but we didn't see it a few seconds ago. I-I think we should climb on a tree for now."

The dwarf groaned clearly annoyed. "We're not elves to live on trees!"

"I don't think elves live-"

"Will you stop doubting me for one second?! But I know what irks you! It's because I and not you was right!"

Bilbo scoffed offended, surprised that his best friend even thought of that- ok, he got a point, he never liked being wrong, neither of them, and that was one of the most frequent reasons of their fightings. That and Bilbo avoiding him lately. But how could he explain to Thorin, his childhood friend, that everytime he looked at him his heart was beating faster and just thinking of him made him sweat and blush?! And let's not start with the uncomfortable dreams, thank you very much!

That's why he even agreed going to this ridiculous venture in the Mirkwood from all places! Thorin declared that if he declined his invitation one more time their friendship was over! Really what other choice did he have?

So here the young hobbit was once again following the whims of the young dwarf and entering this ominous cabin in the woods. Thorin was in front of him, ready to face any enemy and Bilbo would be touched if they weren't shocked by the view: tables full of food and candies, their favorites even, actually all the place looked like it was made of candy, and the fireplace warming the room!

Too good to be true but too hungry and tired both to care and soon they were eating with all their heart's content. However they were never full. Thorin started being suspicious as soon as he saw that Bilbo's and his empty dishes were the same amount. He could never reach Bilbo's appetite! He tried to open the door but it was locked! There wasn't even a keyhole!

"Bilbo..." The hobbit raised his head curious to the dwarf near the door nodding him to come. Thorin whispered to his ear and like any other time the ear became red as well as his cheeks. "We're locked. Someone trapped us here."

Bilbo wasn't impressed. "If this is one of your stupid pranks I swear-" Heavy steps were heard from outside and the house started to tremble. The food disappeared as well as the furnitures and the fire vanished like it was never there. Everything was an illusion and the boys fell down from the constant tremors.

Thorin hissed, "Elf's curse!" and Bilbo couldn't contain his nerves. "Will you ever stop accusing elves for everything?! This is your fault!"

"My fault?!"

"You made me come with you to this cursed place! There's a reason why it's off limits, idiot!"

"I thought you wanted to be with me but looks like I was wrong!" Thorin had a pained face and Bilbo felt a pain in his chest. He caused this pain to his most beloved person in the world.

More trembles came and part of the roof collapsed and would fall on Thorin if Bilbo didn't push him away. Thorin rushed to his side, his face reflection of his worries and fears.

"BILBO! Bilbo, answer!" A cough was heard and the smaller figure shifted a bit to stand up. Thorin couldn't contain his tears anymore as relief showered him. "Bilbo, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have spoken to you like that! I shouldn't have bring us here, no matter how desperate I was to not lose my friend! I don't blame you for not wanting being my friend anymore..."

Bilbo raised his head in time to see a bit of Thorin's crying face and he felt some tears falling too. "Thorin, no, it's not-"

Thorin covered his face with his hands hiding not only his tears but also his blush. "I'm in love with you, Bilbo! Since... I don't remember! But I never had the courage to say it... never the right time..."

Bilbo stood up more frustrated than ever. "And now it is the perfect time for this, you insufferable dwarf?!" His words harsh as always but his lips softer than Thorin ever imagined, Bilbo's light kiss on his lips enough to shock him out of his stressed state.

They hugged tightly and if they were about to die, at least they would without remaining guilt.

A loud noice heard from outside, like something was thown away, and the door smashed open by the least expected person but should have expected.

"So there you are, you troublemakers!"

"Mom?!" Bilbo stuttered as he and Thorin shared the same expression of shock, relief and fear for what it was awaiting for them back home.

A tall, blonde elf with a face sour like he just tasted lemon stared at them behind Belladonna. "What were you two doing in my forest?!"

Thorin hissed, obviously disgusted by the new face. "We were starving!"

Everybody knows/mistaken couple + magical accidents for Faragrin

Pippin hated this. It was Faramir's day off after a long time and he promised to spend it with him from all people! Merry made fun of his surprise to this while Frodo just shrugged, like Faramir wasting his free time with Pippin was the most expected thing in the world. He had enough of his older sisters calling Faramir his boyfriend, he didn't need his friends too to make this even more painful for him! At least Sam was more tactful and understanding with his suffering. Because it was suffering! Being close with someone who you had started having feelings for some time and being way out of his league.

He was indeed. The taller, more handsome man was kind, smart and knew what he will do with his life while he was shorter, strange looking, not the smartest and had no idea where he would be next weekend, even less his future. Their fields weren't close even. The one being a postgraduate student on history of magic and the other forced to at least take his studies on music seriously instead of wasting time.

Seriously why he was his friend?

And thus the day came where he could finally hang out with his dear friend but gods laughed at poor Pippin once again or better his carelessness. Gandalf, the old wizard friend of Frodo's uncles, came to visit and accidentally Pippin drank his special brew instead of his own tea. They all freaked out except Gandalf who was mad for wasting his potion on a fool of a Took.

Frodo was really concerned as well as the others while Pippin tried to make himself throw up. "What are the repercussions?" Gandalf shrugged. "It helps with my migraines, I don't know how someone brainless can be affected by this but sure he won't die. And make him stop doing that. It's too late anyway."

So they waited for some hours to see how would affect Pippin but nothing came. Gandalf sighed, "Once again your luck saved you. I should go, where is my hat?" Pippin clearly relieved got up to fetch his hat. "Here you go but you better keep an eye on it better! Last time me and Merry used it as boal for chips and you didn't even notice." Fear showered him as he realised what he just said and more specifically to whom. Slowly turned behind to see Gandalf with wide eyes, Merry already gone to save his life, Frodo on the floor laughing and Sam whistling. "What are you whistling about?! You ate too and refilled it!" Frodo was now laughing hysterically as Sam run too to hide. Gandalf clenched his too tall walking stick with a terrifyingly calm face. "At least now we know what the potion does."

And that's how Pippin ended up some time later with a mask, a scarf up on his nose, to make his voice as unhearable as possible, standing in the line in the movie theater with Faramir next to him. It was too late to cancel and he couldn't even text him since in his writings too couldn't lie. And what could he even say? That he can't meet with him because he's unable to hide the truth? Faramir would have thought that he had been lying to him all this time and blame himself again, which was something Pippin hated seeing him do it. He could ask Merry or someone else to cancel it for him but he didn't feel right with it and mostly he wanted to see him even if he couldn't talk with him.

At least it was a movie so he could avoid talking just fine. Pippin saw his ticket. It was a musical. Pippin can't shut up with musicals. Fuck.

Faramir paidd for the tickets so as usual Pippin would pay for the food (he ate the most anyway). As he ordered the biggest sizes of popcorn and cola and grabbed his wallet, he realised he didn't bring enough money. Fuck.

The cashier unfortunately noticed his reluctance. "For minors there's discount you know!" she nodded smiling and Pippin seriously was thinking of using his young appearance once more but his mouth caught him up. "I'm 21!" Fuck.

Faramir approached smirking. "Did you order alcohol too, Pip?" Pippin tried to control his words as much as possible. Not being able to talk freely to him was awful. "It would be too much!" He smiled reassuring raffling his unruly curls as he always did. "Don't worry! I don't mind carrying you again! Just notify me beforehand your place or mine!" The lady had the same face as everyone who didn't know them and winked at their direction. "There's the offer for couples too!" Pippin was about to deny it by habit (in similar occasions he playfully proposed to Faramir to play along and get the offers but he always scoffed and blushed, uncomfortable from this- he didn't blame him) but his friend was faster. "We take it!" The younger man was staring trying not to speak as he not only carried the food but paid as well. He couldn't stop staring, more than usual and Faramir noticed it and smiled. "I'm hungry today too, mind sharing?" His reply came too fast to realize. "No, I'd share everything with you!" Fuck!

The older man's eyes widen and then he tried to hide his embarrassment with cough and lead the way in. Pippin knew he lied to not make him feel bad for not having enough money to pay and because of him things became even more awkward.

"You're really too good for me." He murmured softly in his scarf, burying himself in his seat. He really was and he would do his best to offer him fun time, even if that meant not talking at all.

The movie was fun and that was clear from their cheer mood and of course Pippin couldn't resist singing his favourite parts. Faramir couldn't resist watching him either. "I'm always amazed how easily you learn songs by heart!"

The shorter man scoffed, "Please that stopped being amazing after growing up! Now it's just annoying for the others but that's why I keep doing it! It's double fun for me!" Again he spoke too much, he never could control his mouth, especially when he's with Faramir and his nervousness enhanced his blabbering.

Faramir snorted, "Why this doesn't surprise me?! You're a menace!" The scarf was once again up to his nose, to prevent him for saying something embarassing again and hide his grin. Whenever he heard his laugh, he couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, incredibly proud he was the one who caused it. "Did you have fun?" Pippin managed to nod yes. He still looked a bit anxious. "Good! M-Me too..." They kept walking for a while, ending up in the park, in silence until the one who broke it was Faramir and not Pippin for once. "Ok, can you tell what's wrong?"

Pippin looked at him and then to the trees, trying to think what would be the best lie in truths. "Was it something I did? Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Did you feel forced to come?" The man was blabbering in distress from self guilt and the other seeing that he caused what he did hate the most he finally lowered his scarf.

"It's not your fault, stupid!" Faramir startled by his voice, louder than it was all the night. Pippin wasn't able to stop now even if he wanted. "Yes, you're behaving even nicer than usual! Never uncomfortable, just anxious! No, you never forced me to anything although sometimes I wish you were more assertive so I don't have to make the first step!"

Faramir stared at him wide eyed and Pippin wanted he had some potion or trinket to make him disappear but it was too late. "Fuckfuckfuck! I drank a fucking potion from fucking Gandalf because I'm fucking stupid and now I only speak the fucking truth! I'm sorry for ruining your day! Don't make me say more before we both regret it!" He felt so miserable and he's sure Faramir would end their night here after accompanying him home, gentleman as ever, and let Pippin decide when to talk again. However, Faramir stopped his hands from pulling his hair more and held them softly with an even softer look in his eyes.

"You didn't ruin anything! You have only made my days since I met you, Pip!" As far as Pippin knew, he didn't drink any truth potion but honestly was clear in his eyes as he continued in the same soft but anxious tone. "I won't make you talk now in that state as it wouldn't be fair so let me talk more than you for once, ok? And I'll say the truth, no matter how hard it is." He took a deep breath, looking at their hands together and then at his friend's worrying eyes. "I didn't like hearing you say that earlier... That I'm too good for you...! You really don't see how great you are, how kind and clever and funny and talented you are! How beautiful you are and how lucky I am for being considered your friend!"

Pippin was sure that right now his face was redder than tomatoes or cherries and he would try to deny these compliments if Faramir didn't make him believe them, believe that at least he saw him indeed like that. Was it possible they shared the same regard, feelings even?

Faramir's cheeks became redder the longer ot took him the courage to continue. "I-I have booked a table at a nice restaurant! We still have time to go if you want to... uhm... continue our date..."

Everything clicked on now! "So it was a date?! That's why-" The taller man nodded embarrassed. "Yes! I'm sorry I'm a coward and didn't ask you! Y-You don't have to even answer now! I'll wait for your reply whenever-" A soft kiss on his knuckles made him finally shut up and look at Pippin's eyes and grin, betraying all his affection. Faramir couldn't stop himself from mirroring the same expression. "I'd like to continue our date more than anything!"

They kept walking still holding hands and if someone thought of them for a couple, it wouldn't be by mistake from now on.

#answered #sunnyrosewritesstuf #in case it wasn't clear the first is a hansel and gretel kinda au where thorin and bilbo are childhood friends and all the places are close #they're both teens and the hobbits have the same somewhat lifespan as dwarves #the second is a modern au with some magic elements here and there and they're all humans just because #hope you enjoy them #bagginshield #faragrin #my writing

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lisinfleur · 3 years

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Insecure

The Request:

Author’s Notes | I’m sorry for taking so long, babe! But I hope you enjoy it! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, requested by @lol-haha-joke for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event. Words | 1173 ⁑ Warnings: Erotic content, some explicit scenes. Mentions to wounds and blood.

It was like being smitten by one of Thor's bolts right in the middle of his head. Although it was the sexiest scene Ivar had ever laid his eyes on, it froze his body entirely.

Instead of going into the obvious arousal seeing his wife touching herself and hearing her moans were supposed to throw him in, his thoughts started swirling into his mind like a furious storm, spreading stones of insecurity and fear everywhere inside his head.

For a long moment, Ivar stood still and silent at the door of his room, watching that scene simply because his brain couldn't process the electrical impulses and decide if he should enter and stop that or leave her alone.

And leave the hallway.

The house.

Maybe her life.

His body essayed the steps in and out of the room dozens of times, indecisive, scared. Until her body shuddered over the bed, and she threatened to open her eyes.

Worse than the idea of not being able to please his own wife was the thought of being caught discovering her personal games.

Her relief.

At first, Ivar's body swirled over his braced legs, and his back touched the wall beside the bedroom's door, listening when she moaned louder, faster...

She was coming! But it was so strong...

He couldn't remember any time in which she panted for him like that.

As she started moaning lower, his body was finally able to move away from the door. His steps taking his defeated self to his living room, straight to his bar.

Ivar's hands were trembling when he placed a cup, pouring himself some pure whiskey.

His mind was moving fast through the memories of their moments. The many times she said he was amazing or ended up laughing over his chest after a long night together. All the praises...

His feelings mixed insecurity, fear, anxiety... Anger.

As always, everything in Ivar's mind would slowly turn into boiling anger, and it wasn't different this time. His hand started trembling in anxiety, but now, it was fury.

The cup, emptied in a single sip, wasn't placed but slammed against the bar. Ivar slammed his fist against the bar one, two times, trying to put that anger out against the wood.

At the third slam, however, his hand missed the place and slammed the cup, turning it into sharp shards of glass that opened a large cut in his palm, causing Ivar's voice to echo in a growl between the wrath and the raw pain.

Of course, she heard his sounds from the room and came as fast as she could. Her eyes were large when she saw his blood flowing so freely like that.

"Oh, my gods! Ivar, what happened?" she said, fully concerned.

Picking up a towel from his bar to roll his hand and hold the bleeding.

But he didn't answer.

His eyes were destroyed on her figure.

How could she lie to him for so long and yet sound so truly worried about his well-being?

How could she hide that secret for so long from his sharp eyes and blessed mind?

"Ivar? Love... Answer me..." She insisted, touching his face.

How could she be lying and still sound so real? So full of love?

With his anger lowered by the pain, all that lasted was Ivar's blues, hurt and sad into her eyes.

"Why did you lie to me for so long?"

His words and the pools of sadness in his eyes confused her completely.

"What?" she asked, dizzy.

Her steps took him back to the couch where they could sit as her fingers were quickly calling the emergency service of his health insurance.

"I saw you," he affirmed, causing his wife to cringe for a moment. "I saw you touching yourself with that toy... Why didn't you ever tell me I wasn't enough? Why did you lie to me and said it was good to be with me, Y/N?" Ivar inquired.

His voice was as full of pain as his eyes were, teary.

But his wife looked at him completely shocked.

"Wait... You... Oh, mighty Odin, Ivar! You got everything wrong, for the gods' sake!" she burst, rolling her eyes.

Igniting the anger into his as Ivar tried to keep his wounded heart protected.

"What did I get wrong, Y/N? My wife moans louder for a damn plastic piece of shit than she does to me, and yet, she lies every time we fuck, so she doesn't have to tell me I'm not good enough for her! That's what I get!"

But once again, she just sighed, looking at him.

"And here is what you got wrong, my love," she said.

Her voice sounded strangely meek into Ivar's ears, crumbling his defenses once again.

"I never lied to you, and I do not need that toy. I like to play when you're not around to make me crazy, but I could throw it away at any time, and I wouldn't miss it. I moaned louder cause that shit was on high speed, and I didn't notice when I started. When I'm with you, there is no such thing. You build my pleasure, you make me feel warm, you love me, Ivar, you don't just make me cum with raw pleasure, and nothing more."

Her words were making sense, causing Ivar to slowly start feeling himself an idiot.

"It's my fertile day, Ivar. I was warm, and I didn't know how late would you come from the company. My intentions were to start warming myself to wait for you to come home. I never wanted to exchange you for a toy or needed a toy because you're not enough. I like to have toys to prepare myself for you. And even when I'm using them, my eyes are closed because I'm remembering your touch, your hands on me, your body into me, your sounds..." she explained.

Causing Ivar's anger to become nothing and give place to a huge shame of his own stupidity.

"Shit..." he growled. "I... I'm sorry."

"No, love. I am sorry," she answered. "I should've told you I liked these games. I should've explained everything, so you wouldn't feel like this. My poor Ivar... I love you, my dear, it would never be different. You're better than any shitty plastic toy I could ever buy, uh?"

Her warm fingers slid through his jawline, tracing it in a way he always loved to feel.

"Now we'll take you to the hospital, treat this thing in your hand, and come back home, so I can replace that toy with what I really wanted in me tonight... Does it sound good, my love?"

Ivar couldn't repress a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I hope the hospital doesn't keep me for too long," he mumbled.

The smile became bigger on both of their faces.

He would have to wait to have his treat, but at least, his heart was relieved. His precious wife was his, and no toy was better than him.

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lovemesomeerabordwarves · 3 years

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You are not fine!

Warnings: blood, injured reader, fluff Note: First time writing for Fili. Hope I did justice to the character. :3

The eagles flew through the night into the early morning. They dropped us off upon a tall cliff. Thorin was badly hurt and everyone crowded around him as Gandalf laid a hand upon his brow. As our leader opened his eyes a collective sigh sound came from the company.

I took that as a good sign and moved off a ways to sit under the trees. I could here Thorin shouting at Bilbo but at the moment I didn't care. I had problems of my own. Making sure no one was looking for me I ducked behind a large pine tree and shed my coat and shirt until the only thing that kept me from exposing my chest was my chest band. I looked down at the now dried blood that covered my torso. A deep gash ran across my right side. I prodded it tentatively which caused a flare of pain to shoot up my side and I hissed. A small amount of blood began to ooze out. I knew there was nothing Oin could do right now since all of our supplies were lost. Plus it didn't look that bad. I just needed to give it time to heal.

“(Y/N)?” I heard Fili shout.

“Damn!” I whispered as I quickly threw on my shirt and jacket. Luckily when I had been hit my jacket wasn't ruined so I could still hide the blood on my shirt. After making sure I looked as normal as I could, I moved from behind the tree to see Fili and Kili only a few feet away.

“I’m here. Just needed a minute to myself.” I said smiling at the brothers. Kili returned my smile and turned to shout at the others that they had found me. Fili, however, scowled at me before coming closer.

“You need to be careful (Y/N). We don't know this area very well, no telling what’s lurking about.”

“Don't worry Fili. I kept you all within ear shot and shouting distance. I cant be always by yours and Kilis side.”

That earned me another scowl. I’d hadn't seen Fili look this serious since he and the other dwarves showed up on Bilbo's doorstep to talk about the quest.

Bilbo had been quite put out but I had enjoyed the merriment. They brothers took me under there wing when I told them I would go in place of Bilbo. Thorin hadn't been happy about have a women join the company but Gandalf stood up for just as he had Bilbo. Granted Bilbo ended up coming none the less, but the more the merrier. Fili taught me how to wield a sword and daggers, while Kili showed me how to shoot a bow.

Thorin soon barked an order for the company to head out with Gandalf in the lead. Everyone took up the march without complaint but we stopped only a few hours later. Everyone was dead on their feet but a few of us still went out to find some food. I was too sore and tired to bag anything but Dwalin had managed to spear some large fish for dinner. As soon as the last of the fish had been consumed the fire was banked and everyone found a patch of dirt and went to sleep except for Gandalf who stayed on watch.

At some point in the night we were all awoken but howling in the distance. We didn't need telling twice to move out. Just as the sun came up Bilbo was sent to look behind to see if the warg pack could yet be seen. When he returned he told us they weren't far and before he could say more a roar like nothing we had ever heard before sounded near by. Gandalf immediately took charge and led us at a run. Soon the sound of something large began to crash behind us in the trees.

My side burned as I tried to keep up with everyone but I felt blood dripping down my side. Fili turned to look behind and saw me slowing and ran back.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong we cant stop!”

I couldn't respond. A ringing was now filling my ears and the ground swayed beneath my feet. Next thing I knew I was floating. Opening my eyes I looked up to see Fili above me and forest flying by. He had picked me up. I tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held on tighter which brought a shout of pain to my lips. Fili looked down at me with a look full of worry and picked up his pace.

We had managed to make the door of a large house in a clearing before the thing chasing us burst through the tree line. A large bear stopped long enough to roar at us again, then charged. Thorin managed to unbolt the door and everyone darted inside. The beast rammed his head through the door but the others managed to closed it anyway.

Meanwhile Fili was panting very hard and looking for a place to set me down. He found a large pile of hay and set me down. As he moved his hands from under me he looked down in shock as one of them was covered in my blood.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” Fili starred at me in shock.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Just need to rest.” I mumbled

Fili pushed my jacket aside and paused only a second at the site of my blood soaked shirt before lifting it revealing my wound.

“You are not fine! Look at this wound it needs to be treated! Why didn’t you say anything?” Fili was shouting he was so furious. Balin and Thorin came over as Fili yelled. Thorin took one look and called for Oin. I wasn't comfortable having everyone look at my bloody midriff and tried to get up.

“You will stay there while Oin takes care of you.” Fili growled while gently pushing me back down. Slightly terrified of such an angry Fili I complied while Oin gave orders to find things to clean, stitch, and bandage my side with. A short time later I had thirty stitches in my side and was told to not move for the rest of the night. Oin went off to sleep with the others. I sat up and looked over the company but didn't see Fili. I heard a brief rustle from the loft above and decided to see if it was the missing dwarf prince.

I climbed the ladder without much difficulty thanks to Oin wrapping me up to tightly. I peeked over the edge and saw Fili with his back against the wall staring out a small window. I crawled over to him but he refused to look at me.

“Fili? Are you okay?” I nudged him with my elbow but he ignored me. I could tell he was upset but I wasn't sure why.

I was preparing to poke him in the side so much he’d have to look at me to yell but then the sound of the door opening caught my attention. I started to crawl back to the edge to see who it was when I was pinned to the floor by a heavy weight.

“Hey wha—” I was about to protest but was shushed as Fili knelt over me. He lifted his head to look over and I felt him stiffen but then he relaxed a second later. He stopped pinning me down but flipped me over to glare at me.

“Oh so now you’ll look at me.” I hissed.

“Why cant you listen to anyone and stay put? Oin said to not move till morning!” his whispered angrily over me.

“That’s why your upset? Because I came up here?” I tried to get up but Fili pinned my arms to my side so all I could do was wiggle around.

“I’m not just upset that you refused to listen to Oin. I’m also upset that you hid an injury like that from me! You could have died! What if that bear caught you before I turned back?”

“Then I’d be bear food and one less person for you to worry about.” I snapped.

Fili’s face hardened and he leaned in close before saying, “Don't ever talk like that.” I saw his eyes dart from mine to my mouth. Before I knew it his lips were on mine, rough and full of meaning. He pulled away when I stiffened in shock.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N)…” Fili released my arms and moved back to sit against the wall with his head in his hands. I sat up and stared at him. My heart raced and heat crept up my neck. In all the time we traveled I didn’t think Fili had feelings for me. I of course had thought him the most handsome person alive the moment I saw him. Anytime he had to adjust my grip or stance while we were training I imagined other scenarios but thought they would just stay imaginary. He was a dwarven prince what chance did I have?

I moved over to sit in front of Fili. I placed my hands on his knees and tried to get him to look at me. He just shook his head. I decided to play dirty. I took my hands from him and wrapped them around my torso and let out a small hiss of pain. He immediately looked up and reached for me. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was angry again but I had gotten him out of his sulk.

“What are you going to tease me from now on? Torture me for having feelings for you?”

“No you idiot I just needed to get you to look up.” I giggled.

Before he could respond I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He was as shocked as I had been but he quickly returned the kiss. One hand gripped my left arm as if to keep me from disappearing while the other snaked around my torso. My own hands were tangled in his golden hair. Even with his gentle touch though pain still ebbed across my side.

“Ow, that does hurt.”

“Sorry, ibine. Next time tell me when your hurt though. I don't know what I’d do if anything else happened to you.” He pressed his forehead to mine as I chuckled.

“What can I say, your stubborn ways are contagious.”

#fili x reader #fili x y/n #hobbit fanfiction

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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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Birashagammi?!

Part 1 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’. Who know how many more parts are going to follow... Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings ‘Falling Stars’

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OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count: 2,158

Warning(s): Accidental stabbing, a few swear words

Translation(s): Birashagammi: Excuse me

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"Hey, Lass, whatcha doing?" Bofur's loud call woke me from my thoughts as I tossed my dagger high up into the air and then caught it as it obeyed the call of gravity and fell. Glancing his way, I totally forgot about the dagger currently slashing through the air; silver blade gleaming in the bright sunlight.

"Nothi--OUCH!" I clenched my fists as pain ripped through my right foot. The dagger had fallen back to earth, and had stuck itself in my leather boot, the razor-sharp tip barely digging into the top of my foot.

Quickly, Bofur and Oin swept to my side, preparing to care for my accidental injury. I swore, I had the worst luck in the world, to somehow hurt myself on accident.

"What's going on?" A deep voice broke the silence that followed after my exclamation of pain, and I looked up from my throbbing foot to see Thorin striding quickly into the temporary camp we had set up, Dwalin in tow.

Oh Eru, not now...

Catching sight of me sitting with Bofur and Oin kneeling by my side, he quickened his already rushed pace, jogging towards me and elbowing his way past the two Dwarrows. Dropping onto one knee, he took a good look at the dagger impaling my boot. Lifting his head, sapphire blue eyes locked with mine. His usual frown graced his darkly bearded face as he shook his head disapprovingly.

"You seem to be the clumsiest Dwarrowdame in the world, woman." He grumbled, and I held back a sigh of exasperation. The moment I had joined this company, Thorin seemed to have a grudge against me. I could never do anything right in his eyes; I was always too slow, too clumsy, too stupid, or too loud. Never had I received a bit of praise from him--not even a smile or laugh!

And that was all just his thoughts now. Eru knew what he would say if he knew how I had been brought up... That information just might get me kicked out of the Company, no questions asked.

"I know that full well, Master Thorin." I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "Now would you mind letting me get treated for my injury?"

The stubborn, frustrating, down right idiotic Dwarrow let out a huff, grabbing the dagger as if to tug it out of my boot. But he paused, raising an eyebrow at me. "It does not go deep, does it?" He questioned, and I shook my head, holding back a wince as he suddenly yanked the dagger out of the tough leather and tossed it aside.

With that, I expected him to be off, going back to whatever important duty held his attention and leaving me to be treated by Oin. But to my utter shock and surprise, he proceeded to gently tug off my boot, peering down at the small stab wound the dangerously sharp point of my blade had created.

"Hand me the water and bandages," he ordered gruffly, and Oin passed him a flask and roll of snowy bandages.

Thorin trickled the water over my foot, cleaning it of the blood that had stained my skin. Then he wrapped up my foot with the bandages. I stared at his rough, calloused hands as they roughly, but expertly bound my wound. It was fascinating how his hands were so warm and gentle when binding a wound, but could be so deadly when handling a sword.

Clearing his throat, Thorin stood up quickly and nodded to me. "Do try to be more careful, Miss Estel. I don't want any delays in our journey." He said in a deep rumble, and I nodded solemnly, trying to ignore the ticklish feeling of the butterflies rising in my stomach at the gruff, yet melodic tones of his voice.

"Of course, Master Thorin."

With that, he turned around and strode off, back to wherever he had come from in the first place. I looked over at Bofur with a confused expression on my face. I only grew more puzzled as I took in his sly grin.

"What?" I asked, beginning to wonder what he knew that I didn't. "What's so funny?"

Bofur shrugged, avoiding my question. "Nothing, Lass. But how 'bout you do something in return for Thorin?" He suggested, winking at me.

The action only served to confuse me more. What could I do to thank the Dwarrow who I was certain didn't even want me around in the first place?

Raising my gaze from my bandaged foot, I scanned the clearing we were camped in, looking for the familiar burly figure I most certainly didn't admire so often from afar.

Finding him lingering at the other side of the clearing, his broad back to me as he talked quietly with Dwalin and Balin, I puzzled over what could be deemed as an appropriate 'thank you' gesture. My first thought was a lovely bouquet of the flowers growing wild in the forest, but then I remembered who I was currently with.

Nope. Elves might appreciate that, but Dwarves certainly wouldn't. Perhaps some sort of clothing item? No, I didn't have anything for Thorin, nor would I be able to make something.

Watching Dwalin fiddle with his dagger, a sudden idea struck me. Thorin had broken his own dagger only a few nights ago when he was trying to start a fire and the supposed 'flint' he had been using turned out to be a bit harder than his blade. Since then he had been complaining bitterly about the loss of it.

Looking over at my own dagger; one of a pair I had received from my foster mother before I set out with Gandalf to go to the Shire, I made up my mind.

Tugging my boot back on, I stood up, snagging the dagger and slipping it back into its sheath. It would be better for him to have the other, which was a bit cleaner than its mate at the moment.

Strolling past the other members of our strange company, I hesitantly approached the quiet trio. Dwalin noticed my approach first and gave Thorin a nudge, making him turn and look at me.

The blood suddenly drained from his face, and he whirled to look at Dwalin, who was smirking at him. The two seemed to have a silent argument for a moment as I grew nearer.

"Um, Master Thorin?" I spoke up hesitantly, "I'm sorry to interrupt--"

Dwalin interrupted, the smirk still very much present on his face as he looked at me. "You're not interrupting anything, Miss Estel. If you'll excuse us," he nodded to me and headed off with his brother, Balin.

That left me alone with a very nervous looking Thorin. Was my presence really that bad? The small, creeping tendrils of self-doubt began to cloud my thoughts, and I wondered if I was even doing the right thing here. "I have something for you... A-A thank you for bandaging my foot." I tried, extending the dagger I had tightly clutched within my fist.

Thorin looked down at the dagger with an unreadable expression. Then his head snapped back up to look into my eyes, his steely blue orbs scanning my face. He swallowed hard and extended a hand that seemed to be shaking. But I passed it off as my own nervousness; I sure felt like my legs were about to give out. Thorin was much too stressful to deal with.

Taking the dagger from me, Thorin looked down at it, tracing the blade carefully. His dark brown locks fell into his eyes, hiding his expression from me. Then he slowly raised his head, seeming to look at me in a new light. "Thank you, Miss Estel..." He murmured in a soft voice, and I smiled hesitantly.

"You're welcome, um, now I've got to, uh, do stuff." I fumbled out, turning around swiftly and trying not to run back to the rest of the company. It would not do to seem too eager to get away from him.

Settling beside Balin by the fire, I stared into the dancing orange flames contemplatively. "It is okay to give someone a dagger as a gift, right?" I asked Balin quietly, and he slowly turned to look at me, eyebrows raised.

"Beg your pardon, Miss?" He said in his soft voice, and I let out a long sigh, hugging my knees up close to my chest.

"Is it okay to give someone a dagger as a gift right? I mean, in special circumstances, you know?" I repeated, looking over at Balin, trying to settle the doubts in my mind.

"Who did you gift the dagger to?" He asked, orienting his body towards me as he clearly became more interested in my question.

"Thorin. He didn't seem very pleased with it though..." I mumbled, glancing over at Thorin, who was leaning back against a tree, twisting my dagger in his hands as he stared down at it with a furrowed brow.

Balin followed my gaze, and a soft laugh burst from him as he smiled. "It's quite alright, Miss Estel. Quite alright. Just give Thorin some time. I daresay you've surprised him a bit." He chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to Bombur.

I exhaled, staring deep into the fire and losing myself in my thoughts.

Long ago it seemed, when I had last seen my foster mother. Like eons had passed since I had stepped out of Lothlorien and into the wild landscapes with the grey wizard by my side. Long ago when I had first set eyes on the tall, bearded Dwarrow with a deep voice like the thunder rolling through the heavens. Long ago when I had first felt the hesitant sparks of love within my heart.

Heavy footsteps approached, and I glanced up from the fire, blinking as I caught sight of Thorin's broad figure walking towards me. Surely not. No way.

I was going to die.

Well, maybe I was being a bit dramatic, but that's what it felt like in the moment. The deep, brooding expression on Thorin's face kinda gave me that feeling. Quickly glancing away, I hoped he was going to walk right by me and go scold his nephews for something.

That was far too much to ask apparently, as he settled himself beside me, taking Balin's vacated spot... Wait, since when had Balin--and everyone else for that matter--moved to the edge of the clearing? Was that why Thorin had come over to me? Was he going to tell me off?

"I must say, you surprised me... I hadn't expected this to happen so quickly, but that was due to my own hesitance I suppose." Thorin's deep rumble interrupted my frantic thoughts. I looked over at him, swallowing hard. Just what was he talking about?

Thorin was looking straight at me, his gaze strangely gentle. I bit my lip, trying not to flush underneath that heavy weight I knew as his stare.

"Here. I know it's a bit unconventional, but it'll have to do for now until I can make you something proper." He continued, extending a hand to point a short sword at me. One that looked to be of Elvish make from the designs on the sheath and hilt. It probably had come from the Troll Hoard we had stumbled across a few days ago.

My gaze flickered from the sword to him and back again. Did I take it? Why in Eru's name was he even offering me a ruddy sword in the first place? Did he think I was really that clumsy and helpless that I needed another weapon?

By the Valar, no.

Fire suddenly filled my veins, and all my shy hesitance vanished. Bolting to my feet, I looked at Thorin as he quickly followed my lead, watching me with a worried expression.

"Excuse me?! Are you serious? I mean, I might look helpless 'cause I'm a woman, but I'm actually pretty damned good with a blade if I do say so myself! If you doubt that, I can prove it to you anytime you wish, Master Thorin. As for the blade," I shot it a sneer, "thanks but no thanks. I've got my own."

With that, I tossed my head and strode haughtily away from Thorin. How dare he insinuate that I was no good with a blade! My prowess with such was one of my highest valued qualities in my mind! I had trained with the best back in Lothlorien, and it was rare for one of the Elves there to best me in combat.

"Miss Estel, wait," Thorin called behind me, but I ignored him. It was time for me to stand up for myself. No more would I take his snide comments or remarks. Womanliness be damned, I would show him how much I contributed to this company.

#Thorin x oc #thorin #thorin oakenshield x oc #thorin oakenshield #a deep misunderstanding #the hobbit #the dwarves #the company #dwarves #gandalf #estel #fluff #angst #misunderstanding #thorin fanfic #thorin angst #fanfic #fanfiction

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raisedinerebor · 4 years

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Pull Me Out

Paring: Thorin x Reader

Song: Train wreck - James Arthur

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Dealing with depression and mild swearing.

An: This is a request that I got over on Wattpad. I’ve been compiling these stories over there. So let me know if any of you want a link or anything like that!

Tags: @fizzyxcustard

My hands tremble along silken sheets. The color so long faded it's impossible to tell what it once was. Prehaps blue. Maybe a deep green? Did it even matter?

It's been days since i've left this bed. I no longer had the energy to move about. Something as simple as geting something to eat became the most difficult of tasks. Even more so than facing Smaug.

I turn beneath the sheets and breath in deeply. Smoke clung to these forgotten halls like a scholar to their books. I don't think I could begin to tell you where this hollow feeling began to come from. It could be any number of things. Traped beneath this blasted mountain that I once dreamed of seeing. That I had glorified so much in my own mind that it tore me apart to see what she is becoming. Maybe it was Thorins compleate and utter lack of faith within our burgler. Within Bilbo. Our friend. To think the he would try to kill the one who saved his life not that long ago.

But, as I think more on it. It's probably Thorin himself. The dwarf that I once sought safety and solace from now becoming my most feared foe. He's no longer the kind hearted King I knew. The man who put the well being of others above his own. Who promised me a life of plenty.

Who promised me a life of love.

What a joke.

Somebody knocks on my door. What's even the point of answering? The door swings open, rusted hinges squealing in protest. Somebody sighs and a plate scraps across the wooden desk on the other side of the room.

"Lass?" So they sent Dwalin this time. I don't answer. Instead choosing to roll over to my side and peer at him from beneath the covers. He shakes his head and walks over to the bed. "You have to eat lassie. Please. " I snort and cover my head. It quickly grows hot beneath the blankets. The bed dips as he sits down. A large hand rests on my shoulders. Heavy and warm even through the blankets. I want to scream at him to go away and to stay at the same time.

"You're worrying us girl." He breaths heavly and shakes my shoulder. "Please. Just. Just eat." The bed shifts as he gets up. His hand with it. I hear him leave and the door slamming shut.

Dwalin comes out from that room with a million and one worries. Each one worst than the last. A shuddering sigh comes from him as he runs his hand through his beard. Balin is quick to go to his side.

"Well, brother?" Dwalin shakes his head and begins to storm off.

"That poor girl is only getting worse with each passing day. For Mahal's sake! She hasn't ate in almost a week. She hasn't left that blasted room for longer." Balin is almost running to keep up with his brothers longer strides at this point. "She isn't even speaking! Y/n might as well be a dead woman walking." His voice softens as his anger leaves him. Fear filling him as he thinks about one of the few good things The Company has coming to an end.

She had compleatly changed from the happy go lucky thing that they picked up in Hobbiton. A smile for each and every one of them. A listening ear for those who needed to spill their woes. And a steady place to rest for any of them who felt themselves falling in the world. Always ready to make room in her day to make them happy.

Even if it ment giving hers away.

It's time they returned the favour. He knew exactly who to go to, and hopefully, he would be able to pull his own head out of his ass.

Balin looked to Dwalin as they stood before the ornate wooded door. Dwalins usually steady hand shaking as it laid upon it. Waiting to be pushed open.

"Are you sure?" Dwalin grunted and shook his head.

"No. But when has that ever stoped me." With that he pushed the door open and stepped into Thorins' own bed chambers.

The first thing he noticed was how dark it was. A few candles were lit here and there. The fire lit within the hearth. But other than that there was little light to be had. Thorin was sleeping. Not even properly. Still in gilded golden armour and crown. He lay in the center of the bed his feet still firmly planted on the floor.

"Damned fool." Dwalin muttered. So far gone in his own sickness he couldn't find the time to care for himself. He stood right in front of Thorin and after checking there was no sword that he could stick him with, grabbed him by the edge of his armour and pulled him upright. Thorin woke up with a startle yelp and stumbling from the abrubt change from laying to standing.

"What's the meaning of this!" Thorin stumbled backwards. Scowling at Dwalin. Dwalin reached out and grabed his armour once again. Jerking him closer as he all but growled at Thorin.

"You're a damned fool Thorin. A fucking idiot for not seeing what's going on around you." Was he a bit harsh on throwing all the blame on him? Prehaps. Did he care? No. Not really. Not if it ment getting the old Thorin back.

"For the love of Mahal!" Thorin pulled back pulling Dwalin with him as he does so. "What are you going on about Dwalin?" He spat out and grabbed Dwalins wrist. The tattooed dwarf shook his head. The blasted fool.

"Are you so blind in your own desires that you have forgotten the ones you cared so much about?" It was the throne room all over again. Dwalin searched Thorins face for any sense of familiarity. For any sign they would have their king back. And him, his oldest friend.

Thorin shook his head. "I am blinded by nothing. Dwalin." He pulled Dwalin's hand away from his arm with little to no effort. "Now. Go." That was the moment Dwalin pulled his arm back and swung straight at Thorin. Thorin stumbled backwards his hand on his face as he glared at Dwalin. "You-!" He barely even got the one word out.

"You're a daft fucking fool if ye think i'm going to let ye get away with that." His accent thickened in his anger. Calm as it seemed to be. He never raised his voice. Didn't raise another fist as he came to stand before Thorin once again. Foreheads touching one another as he muttered.

"Uzebade*. My brother. The lass is falling apart. Your nephews are terrified and more than half of the Company thinks you to be dying. We are preparing for war, Thorin. We need you. Our king. Our friend. Our family." He pulls away and lays his hand on Thorins shoulder. Eyes glancing over the dark bruise growing along his cheek bone. "More importently though, you have to go talk to y/n. She's pratically wasting away at watching you fall apart. She hasn't eaten in a week. Hasn't left her room for two. And she doesn't speak. Not anymore. After watching what happened with Bilbo. Which, by the way. I am still going to kick your ass for."

Thorin pulled away and looked around the room. Then down to his hands.

"What has become of me, Dwalin?" His eyes fill with tears as he looks up at Dwalin. "What have I done?" Dwalin comes up and takes off the heavy crown on Thorins head.

"Nothing. As long as you pull out of it." Silence.

"Where is the Y/n? Where is my Ghivashel?"

It's the silence that scared me the most. It felt as if I could get lost in it. Be smothered to death by it. I ball the silken sheets in my hand. Got i'm so pathetic. Why can't I get up and do anything? Why can't I do what I have always done and pave my own way in this world. Why can't I just get over this!

I jump when the door bursts open. Smacking against the wall and clattering back to close.

"Y/n." A deep voice breathes out. Wait. I bolt upright on the bed, Thorin standing at the end of it. Gone is the golden gilded armour I last saw him in. Gone is the jaring crown that seemed to weigh him down. He has his furs back along with the armour that he had worn through this long journey back home. "Oh lass." I could feel my chest growing tight. That all to familar lump forming in my throat as I tried to hold back tears. He rounds the side of the bed and reaches out to me. I jerk back and watch as his face falls. His hand falling uselessly in his lap. This close I could see the bruise cradeling his jaw.

"I know that no matter what I say, that it is up to you to forgive me. To decide if I deserve your forgivness." He gets down on his knees and props his arms up on the bed. "Yet here I am. A fool of a man to begging for it. To ask you to forgive me for what I have done. To you. To the others." I sit at the edge of the bed. Right next to him. Neither of us move for what seems like an enternity.

" I was scared. You know that?" My own voice surprises me. Hoarse from the lack of use. Thorin got up and sat next to me. Hand upon my knee. "I was terrified that you were actually going to kill Bilbo. Scared that I. That we would never get you back." The tears fall slowly. One by one. Falling from my lashes and onto my clasped hands on my lap. "Thorin." I look up at him. "I was petrified that I was going to lose you. I know that you were sick. Cursed by deep in your blood. " I bring my hand up to his face. Fingers sofly trailing along his bruised cheek before cradling his face in my hands. His beard scratched at the soft palms of my hands. He seemed to melt into it. Eyes closing as he brought his own hands up to engulf mine.

"But considering that you were not all there. I find it easier to find forgivness within me. For, it any one deserves it, it is you. Thorin. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. And king under the mountain." Tears betray the smile forming on his face.

"I do not deserve it." His voice is quiet. Soft. Scared. I could feel myself shaking as I got up to wrap my arms around him. One hand going to hair the other resting at his back. Despite his words he holds me tightly. Muscled arms circling around my waist as he burries his head into the crook of my neck. I shiver as his hot breathe fans over exposed skin.

"It is up to me, Thorin, to decide if you are worth such forgivness. And you do. So, I forgive you." I squeal as im suddenly thrown backwards. My head bounceing against the matress. Thorin hovers above me. His face just above mine.

"I don't deserve it. I don't think I ever will. I have done to much and said to little. There is blood on my hands that I don't think I can ever wash off. Amarlime." His lips touch mine for but a moment before peppering along my face. At the corners of my mouth and along my jaw. They trail down my neck and onto my shoulder.

"Then let me help you. Just as how you have helped me. And we can wash it off together." We both sit up. Embraced in one anothers arms. He gives me another kiss. This one deep and full of fire. Lighting something up deep inside of me.

"Come. Lets get you some food. And then I can show you the hot springs beneath Erebor." I snort.

"Are you saying I smell?" He laughs.

"No. I'm saying I do and we both need to take care of one another. Pull each other out before we fall in to deep." He kisses me once more. "We still have a sanctum. A home. And it's not to late to build it back."

#thorin x reader #Thorin Oakenshield #The hobbit x reader #the hobbit fanfiction

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reinabell · 4 years

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Much Needed Safety (Fili x Reader)

A/N: This is pretty long compared to my other fics, it’s like 4,234 words. Normally mine are like 1,000 - 2,000. Anyways, this is my first fic in awhile, I got this idea when I was trying to go to bed, I wrote it down, then yeah. I hope you enjoy! Idk if it’s any good, I hope it is :)

Pairing: Fili x Fem!Reader (sorry)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some cursing. Mention of injury, reader has a stalker, if you are sensative to that, don’t read.

Summary/Imagine: The Reader finds out she has a stalker and she doesn’t tell anyone. She gets hurt, causing her to finally tell her Husband-To-Be, Fili, what has been going on.

(sorry, shitty summary)

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You found it really hard to accept your situation, I mean, It’s always been one of your fears since you were little, and now? Your fear became reality. It was scary as soon as you realized what was happening. You started seeing him everywhere you went, whether he was in a crowd or off alone in the distance. He just always seems to be there in the background, what made it worse is that you didn’t know how long it has been going on for, you just realized his presence recently, so how long has he really been there? At first, you decided to just play it up to your imagination, maybe you were seeing things, or it was all just a coincidence.

But then you started getting notes, you would always find them under the door to your and Fili’s chambers. The first note just seemed to be some love note, always disregarding the fact you were already courting Fili. You immediately thought of his face. You kept it in a lockbox, along with all the other notes to come. You don’t know why you kept them, you just felt like getting rid of them wouldn’t do you good. After the notes started he seemed to be getting closer, always… stalking.

You decided that it wouldn’t be any good walking alone anymore. So you made a plan, you started sleeping extra close to Fili with your limbs wrapped around his. Fili didn’t mind, he welcomed it. But when he would have to wake up for a meeting, there was no way to get untangled from your legs without waking you up. You always got up with him and started insisting you walk him to his meeting. Fili found it strange, he asked if anything was going on but you, of course, denied it. After you walked him to his meeting you would have a guard walk you to the training court, there you would meet up with anyone who was willing to train with you. You would either train all day or insist on your new friend to walk around with you for a bit. Sometimes you would help in the kitchen instead and sometimes you would meet up with Dwalin or Balin if they weren’t in the meeting, or other members of the company as well.

This became routine.

You didn’t expect this to cause you and Fili to be seeing less of each other, but it did. You see, normally you would meet up at the library after his meetings, but since you didn’t want to be alone, you stopped going. This raised alarm for Fili, he knew something was wrong and you just weren’t telling him. You would ask questions to see if he could get anything out of you, but you always found a way to dodge the questions. A few times Fili asked you straight out, but you, of course, denied anything. You know, like an idiot.

Then, it got a bit too serious. You hadn’t seen him all day, which brought relief to you. When you finally decided to go to your room to turn in for the night, when you opened the door you could have sworn that you saw something- someone dart into hiding. It brought chills to your bones, for a second you thought maybe Fili was trying to surprise you, but that’s impossible. He has a late meeting tonight. You felt your heart drop, you immediately turned around and exited the room. You quickly started walking to the room the meeting was, you needed Fili. The walking didn’t take long to turn into running. When you finally got to the room, you saw everyone was leaving, it was a relief the meeting was over. Fili saw you before you saw him, his brows furrowed in confusion. He ran over to you and lightly grabbed your arm, the sudden touch scared you dearly. You quickly pulled your arm away from the sudden contact, once you saw it was only Fili you relaxed a bit, but it didn’t stop your heart from racing.

“Amrâlimê, are you alright? Why aren’t you in bed?” His voice fell upon deaf ears, you were too lost in thought to respond.

Should you tell him? You should have told him long ago. No. You don’t want him to worry. What if it was nothing? What if it was all a coincidence? You would look like a fool! But, you can’t just keep him in the dark! He knows something is wrong, he has been asking questions. You have to tell him now, you saw someone in our room for christ’s sake! No, it was nothing. Just seeing things. God, you look like an idiot.

Fili shook your arm a little, bringing you back to reality. Thorin and Kili were now beside him, with the same concerned look on their faces.

“Y/n, what happened?” Fili spoke again.

“I- um” You couldn’t find the right words. You still didn’t want to tell him, but what choice did you have?

“Please, something has been going on. I can see it in your face, you’re scared. Please tell me, amrâlimê.” Fili was nearly begging for answers, he could only think of the worst of reasons as to why you looked so distraught.

“No, no. Nothing is wrong, I- I just… Uh, wanted to walk with you back to our chambers.” You stammered.

“Y/n, that clearly isn’t true. Tell us what is the matter so we can help” Thorin spoke up, his voice was soft but he was clearly demanding the real answers to his question. Thorin was a father figure to you, and you wanted to tell him, but…

“I- I can’t” Your voice broke, and you looked down in shame. Fili’s arms were immediately wrapped around you, holding you close while his soothed comforting circles on your back.

“Y/n-” Fili started but you cut him off.

“No, can we just go back to our room?” You asked in desperation, you felt so vulnerable, you wanted to just lay down and rest.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go back to our room, alright?” Fili’s voice was comforting. He gave Thorin a look, Kili laid a hand on your shoulder and gave you a small smile before you and Fili walked off. The walk back to our room was silent, Fili just kept a hand around your waist. When you finally reached your room you stopped a second before going inside. When you walked in, you looked all over the place for an intruder, but you didn’t catch sight of any.

“Can you please talk to me?” Fili said, quietly. You gulped before answering.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow?” Your voice has hoarse. Fili took a few seconds before finally nodding his head.

“Yeah, let’s go to bed, shall we?” He gave a smile, trying to comfort you. You nodded before you walked over to your dresser. You undressed before getting into a sleeping gown. You grabbed a dagger from your dresser and walked back to bed, setting it under your pillow, Luckily Fili didn’t see since he was also getting changed, you didn’t want to deal with his questions at the moment.

You crawled into bed, Fili right behind you. He snuffed out the candles when you got into bed. You scooted closer into him and he wrapped his arms around, holding you even closer than he has before. He kissed your forehead and mumbled into your hair.

“I love you so much” He sounded sad, it broke your heart. You had to tell him at this point, you just wanted to wait till morning. It’s been a long night.

“I love you too” You answered. It took a long time for you to fall asleep, but when you heard his soft snoring, it finally brought you to sleep.

You woke up with a jerk, you sat up quickly when you realized what happened. You felt your leg, which now had a deep cut on it. Small curses left your lips and you felt for where the knife was, finally finding it, you set it on the nightstand. You felt Fili moving and you panicked, you didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Fuck” the curse didn’t leave your lips to quietly.

“Amrâlimê, what?-”

“No, no just go back to bed. It’s fine” You got up from the bed in a hurry, you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself in. In the light, you finally saw the wound. It didn’t look good but hopefully, it was okay. You sat on the floor and began to clean the wound, but because of the blood that just wouldn’t stop, it didn’t do much help. Curses kept passing from your lips.

Fili wasted no time getting up to light a candle, and when he saw the blood on the sheets his heart dropped, then he spotted the knife on the nightstand. That raised the question as to why on earth there was a knife in the bed? Did he accidentally have one on him? He rushed to the bathroom after you.

“Y/n, are you alright?” He asked.

“I’m alright, go back to bed. I’m sorry for waking you up.” At this point, you began to cry. You tried really hard not to but it wasn’t preventable. Fili tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“Open the door, amrâlimê. Please let me help you. I- I saw the blood.. and the knife. I just, I need to see you, to know that you are okay. I- did I have a knife on me still?” Fili’s voice broke a little. You felt so bad

“No… I had, um- I had a knife under the pillow…”

“Oh, kurduwê…” A sigh left him. “Can you let me in?” He whispered. You were quiet for a moment, which made him wonder if you heard him. He was about to repeat himself, but then you spoke.

“I don’t want you to see me like this.” The fact that you where crying could clearly be heard in your voice.

“It’s part of my job to take care of you, ensure your safety, will you let me do that?” After a few seconds, Fili heard the door unlock. He quickly opened the door to see you on the floor, you were holding a blood-soaked rag to your leg, trying to stop the bleeding. You didn’t look at him. He quickly knelt down beside you, you gently grabbed your hand that was holding the rag.

“Let me see,” He whispered. I let go of the rag and he moved it over to see the wound, he winced at the sight. He tossed the blood-soaked rag to the bathtub and got a new one, he took a close look at the wound, he let out a sigh. He set the new rag on the wound and held it firmly. He grabbed your hand and placed it on the rag where his hand was.

“Hold it firmly, to slow down the bleeding.” You only nodded, you didn’t trust your voice at the moment.

“You are going to need stitches, the wound is very deep.” He said, a sigh left you and you once again nodded, still looking away from him. Fili’s hand went to hold your cheek, he turned your head to look at him, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Look at me, kurduwê.” His voice was comforting and soft. You slowly opened your eyes to look at him, tears fell when you did. The look of worry on his face made you feel bad, you didn’t want him to worry about you.

“Why did you have a knife under the pillow?” His voice was pleading.

“I… I saw…- god, where do I started?” His hand moved to that his knuckles were caressing your check. His touch calmed you and made you feel safe again.

“From the start.” So you did, you told him everything. How it started off as seeing him everywhere, to the notes, and now, how you thought you saw someone in the room tonight. He looked angry, and you immediately assumed it was because of you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Another tear fell down your cheek, and he swiped it away. He now looked confused.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, amrâlimê.” He said, his voice still quiet and soft.

“You looked angry, I just- I’m sorry.”

“Oh, darling. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at the dwarf who did this. This isn’t your fault.”

“I should have told you sooner…” You said.

“I understand why you didn’t, you were scared.” He moved his hand again so his palm was now laid on your cheek. You moved you freehand so it moved to rest on his cheek as well, you placed your lips on his, he responded quickly. The kiss was gentle and loving, he slowly pulled away with his forehead resting on yours. He then moved to pick you up bridal style.

“Hey, hey, I can walk. “ You protested.

“No, besides, I don’t want the wound to get worse. I’m taking you to the healing room.” I sighed in response but nodded anyway. Right before he left the room he stopped and looked down at you in his arms.

“Where is the box?” He questioned.

“In the drawer on the nightstand,” I responded. He nodded and kept walking to the healing room. Once we were there, he set me on a cot and went to wake up one of the nurses.

“She has a wound on her lower thigh, I need you to stitch it up, will ya?” The nurse nodded and walked over to me with a kit in hand. Fili sat to the left of me. It didn’t take long to stitch the wound, and it wasn’t too painful with the numbing gel stuff she used. Once the nurse was done she looked over to Fili.

“How did this happen, Prince Fili?” She asked him. Fili took a moment to respond,

“It’s a long story, will you go get my mother for me? Tell her I sent for her.” The nurse nodded and quickly walked off.

“Why do you need your mother?” You asked him.

“To stay with you when I leave” He responded shortly.

“Leave where?”

“To take care of this problem, I’ll get Thorin. I just don’t want to leave you alone with anyone I don’t trust.” You wanted to protest, but what he was saying was reasonable. Besides, you weren’t going to sleep anytime soon.

“You really gonna wake up Thorin for this?”

“Trust me, he’ll understand.” I simply nodded as a reply. Just the Dis walked in the room in a hurry.

“Is there an emergency?” She asked, quickly.

“Kind of, I need you to stay here with Y/n. I can’t leave her with anyone else right now. Can you do that, can you stay with her?” Fili asked

“Of course, but… what happened?” She said

“Uh, It’s kind of a long story”

“I’ll tell her Fi, you can go.” You said

“Wait, but where are you going?” Dis asked

“To get Thorin, Y/n will explain.” Fili just about walked out but he turned around and gave you a kiss, then he left.

“Y/n, my child, what’s going on?” Dis sat down next to you and placed her hand on yours. You then began to explain to her what had happened.

Fili didn’t take long getting to the King’s room. He loudly knocked on the door, waiting for his uncle to respond. He once again knocked with little patience. The door opened quickly and there stood an angry-looking Thorin, but his face relaxed just slightly when he saw it was Fili.

“Dare I ask why are you banging on my door?” Thorin sounded irritated.

“I know why Y/n has been so troubled lately. To keep it short, she has a stalker.” Thorin took a moment to process what he said, but when he did he sure wasn’t happy.

“Let me get dressed.” He closed the door but quickly came out again, fully dressed.

“Follow me, I’ll explain some more.” So Fili explained everything to Thorin while walking to his own chambers. When they got to Fili’s room they quickly walked in, Fili went to grab the box that had all the letters in it, he then handed the box to Thorin.

“I haven’t read the notes yet, but I have to get dressed” Thorin took the box and walked out, giving Fili time to get ready. Thorin opened the box and found a sketch on top of a stack of noted, he assumed it was the person that had been stalking you. Fili opened the door, and walked next to his Uncle.

“She gave me a description of him, but I don’t know his name,” Fili said

“She has a sketch of him, I know who it is,” Thorin said while holding up the sketch. Fili took it from his hand and let out a gruff noise. Thorin looked around.

“Where is Y/n now?” He asked.

“She’s in the healing room.” Fili saw the look of confusion on his face and explained further, “She was scared so she hid a knife under her pillow, it moved around and cut her thigh, she needed stitches.”

“Is she alone?”

“No, mother is with her. I don’t trust her with anyone else right now.” Fili responded. Thorin nodded his head in response.

“Well, this guy is a member of the guard. His name is Kalmec.” Thorin said. “Let’s go get him.”

With that, Fili and Thorin were on their way to Kalmec’s room, they grabbed two guards on the way there. When they reached his door, they firmly knocked. It took a few times before he opened the door, and when he did, he instantly knew why the King was there. The two guards went to either side of him and got a firm grip on his arms. Thorin didn’t have much to say except that he knew what Kalmec had been doing. Fili, on the other hand, had a lot to say. He was cursing in ways he had never before, he was tempted to just kill the dwarf right there. He didn’t want Kalmec to ever see the light of day, but Thorin stepped in before he did anything too rash. Thorin ordered Kalmec to pack up his essentials, making sure the guards kept a close eye on him. Once he was done packing Thorin stepped close to him

“You are hereby banished from Erebor and the city of Dale. If you are ever seen in any part of my Kingdom you will be killed on sight.” Thorin’s voice was firm, and it struck fear into Kalmec. He tried to rip out of the hold that the guards had on him, but he was kept in arms.

“I will personally escort you out of this kingdom, and I expect that to be the last I see of you. Am I clear?” Kalmec took a moment to reply, but when he did it was only a weak nod of the head. Thorin didn’t take too nicely to that.

“Am I clear?” He was louder this time.

“Yes, your highness.” Kalmec was quiet. With a nod, Thorin started to walk out of the room, with the guards and Kalmec right behind him. Fili ran up beside Thorin

“You should go to Y/n, I assume she is missing you.”

“No, not until I see Kalmec gone.”

“Fili-”

“It’s not a question Uncle.” Thorin sighed before nodding. Although Thorin didn’t want Fili to come along, he knew he would not rest until he saw Kalmec gone.

They got ponies and saddled up, getting ready to escort him away from the Kingdom. It took a while before they finally got far enough, and when they did they tossed Kalmec off the guards’ horse and threw him his bag. As soon Kalmec hit the ground he got on his knees

“I beg of you, my King, don’t do this.” He pleaded

“A bit late for that.” Fili basically growled.

“Walk,” Thorin told him. Kalmec’s begging soon turned to anger, he shouted at the King, telling him it was a mistake. He was trying to get a reaction, but he got none. After his tantrum, he finally picked up his bag. He started walking, looking back a few times to see them waiting for him to be far enough. Once he was out of sight, they started heading back to Erebor. Thorin handed one of the guards the sketch of Kalmec

“Make copies of this the best you can, spread word to everyone that if they see him here, either get a guard or kill him then report it,” Thorin said. The guard nodded his head and gave the paper to the other guard as well.

Meanwhile, you and Dis were waiting for them. You caught Dis up on everything, and she had a lot of questions. Mainly, why didn’t you tell anyone? And to be honest, you didn’t have a direct answer to that. She made you promise that is anything like that ever happened again, you would tell her straight away.

Dis had fallen asleep in the chair next to you, and you were about to fall asleep too. Well, before Thorin and Fili came into the room. Dis also jerked awake at the sudden sound of the door opening. She immediately got onto her feet and walked over to them.

“What took so long? Where is he?” Dis sounded a bit frantic

“The guy was Kalmec, a member of the guard. Remember him? Well, we banished him. He is no longer in the kingdom.” Thorin moved his gaze from Dis to you, “You are safe.” They all walked over to the bed you were laying on. Fili sat down next to you and put his arm around your waist, pulling you close in a protective manner. You gave him a soft smile in return.

“Y/n, dear, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Thorin asked you, you looked down a bit embarrassed, why did you stay quiet?

“I guess, I guess I just thought I could handle it on my own? I didn’t really want it to be real, so I hid it from everyone. Looking back at it, it was really stupid. I just didn’t know what to do, I suppose.” Your voice was quiet and you avoided eye contact. Thorin grabbed your hand and pulled you up, now standing. He gave you a soft hug, which was surprising. You didn’t expect a hug from him, even if he was kinder than everyone thought, you still were surprised. You, of course, hugged back. Thorin pulled away and looked at you, both his hands on your shoulders.

“If anything like that ever happens again. You tell me, alright? I can’t have you be in danger, not in my own kingdom.” Thorin said and I nodded quickly in understanding. Dis grabbed my arm and pulled me to her, also giving me a hug. And Fili right after her. After a short talk, you decided it was best if you all went to bed for some much-needed sleep.

Fili and you and were now laying down in your bed, holding each other close. You had Fili’s hand in yours, you were tracing his palm. Memorizing every curve. Fili still didn’t seem too happy though. You looked up at him and saw that he already has his eyes on you, you gave him a smile and he returned it.

“This may sound like a stupid question considering what happened, but, what is wrong, Fi?”

“Mahal, did you know he had the audacity to get angry with us? As if he has the right. He was- He was stalking you! Taking away your safety! I wish Thorin had just let me k-” Fili was cut off my you placing your hand in his. You sat up and gave him a big kiss, before you pulled away Fili pulled you even closer, only letting go when you both needed to breathe. You took his face in your hands and looked him in the eye.

“He is gone. You took care of him. It’s okay, amrâlimê.”

“No, it’s not okay!”

“Fili, that’s not what I meant. I mean-” You moved so that you were now sitting in his lap, “That I am okay. I’m safe” Fili calmed down a bit and relaxed under you, keeping his arms wrapped around you. You once again leaned down so that you could kiss him, the kiss lasted just as long as the one before. It made you feel safe again.

“Now” You yawned, “I think we both need some rest.” Fili yawned just after you, making you giggle. You both soon fell asleep after that. Thorin made sure that no one would wake you two up in the morning, he knew you two would be sleeping till noon.

Bonus:

“You guys didn’t wake me up! Are you kidding me?” Kili jokingly yelled. This caused a small roar of laughter from everyone.

“On a serious note though, I’m glad you are okay.” Kili gave you the sweetest puppy smile you’d seen. He also gave you a great bear hug after that.

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A king’s crown - Thorin x reader

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A king’s crown – Thorin x reader

Summary: The reader is just fucking adorable and makes Thorin a flowercrown every night, but our oaf doesn’t… get it.

Warnings: Fluff. Fluff. Fluff.

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Now this happened. Again!

Thorin had just opened his eyes after a long needed sleep, only to be greeted by a bright bunch of colors appearing right in front of him. He wouldn’t say that he knew everything there was to know about life, but he was sure that this object hadn’t been there when he finally had closed his eyes to rest. This was the third time in a row and he was starting to feel ridiculous.

Thorin sat upright and carefully held the flower crown that had been placed on his bedroll. He had to admit that the blossoms did smell nice and it was a pretty thing, but somehow he couldn’t shake off this feeling that someone was mocking him. And the only sensible conclusion in the valley of the Imladris, was that the pointy ears were behind it.

The king in exile huffed. If they thought that Thorin, son of Thraín, son of Thrór would play their games, they were mistaking! He’d never wear something they regarded as pretty. If one wasn’t careful enough, one might end up looking exactly like those self-righteous immortal bastards.

He quickly glanced around (no one seemed to be there, excellent!) and cast the crown into the thick bushes a few meters away from his bedroll, a place where hopefully their hosts didn’t even care to look. Then he got up and strolled in the direction of the group (or that is, the direction he guessed he had to go). Luckily Bofur’s laughter and Kíli’s excited chatters were quite distinctive, so it proved to be not a task too difficult this time.

Thorin rubbed his hands together. He really hoped that Bombur would offer something else for breakfast than the green food he had to endure yesterday during dinner, and the night before that. He wasn’t sure he could stomach more leaves.

The cooking smells were surely promising. The king followed his nose and it led him to a small clearing, where the others were enjoying a splendid breakfast. Thorin smiled faintly as his comrades greeted their leader with joyful cheers and friendly banter. Bombur grinned while handing his king a bowl filled with a variety of delicious meats.

‘Here you go, my king. I’d say this meal is a lot tastier than the elves have arranged us in days!’

‘I know it will be.’ Thorin agreed. ‘Thank you, Bombur.’

He moved throughout the group, holding his bowl carefully against him like it was some precious gem. Fíli saw him coming and shoved his brother aside to clear a spot on the bench for their favorite uncle. Kíli, who was just about to reveal the punch line of some grand joke, did not expect his brother’s move and it caused the youngest brother to fall flat on his face. The comical effect was huge and everyone was roaring with laughter, though this was hardly what the youngest Durin had aimed for in the first place.

‘Oi!’ Kíli snapped, while scrambling himself together. ‘Did you have to do that?!’

Fíli chuckled. ‘You had to make room for uncle, brother.’

The youngest Durin muttered something under his breath and disappeared in the forest.

‘Don’t be so hard on him.’ Thorin told his eldest nephew, though with a grin. ‘He still hasn’t recovered from the fact he did fancy an elven lad.’

Fíli smirked. ‘Nor have we.’

The king shook his head and turned his attention towards his meal again. His stomach churned and the smell of meat was mouthwatering. Before anyone could disturb him, Thorin quickly took a bite.

‘Good morning to you all!’ You announced yourself to the group with your usual excited chirp.

If Thorin had been paying attention, he would have noticed that your bright smile was especially directed to him, but as the king was too engrossed in his breakfast he didn’t even notice you were there anyway. He did nod vaguely in your direction, indicating that he didn’t give a rats’ arse who was there, not even if lord Elrond himself was standing before him.

Others did see your smile though- first beaming, then slowly dying away as the dwarf you cared for ignored your presence. A few in the group exchanged looks and wondered in silence how long this could go on. Thorin usually was quite perceptive, but figuring out that a lady was madly in love with him proved to be a challenge. They glanced over at their leader who was enjoying his mealtime, blissfully unaware of the things around him.

He would figure it out some day, wouldn’t he?

After breakfast, members of the company disappeared slowly, going about their business in the valley and enjoying the last of their spare time before they would leave for the road tomorrow. Before the king knew it, it was just you and him who were left.

Thorin suppressed a sigh as he watched you rummage through your bag. You, the latest addition to his company, were the cutest thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. You had all the curves in the right places, knew your way around swords and your sweet, though sassy temperament made everyone smile. Even Dwalin was delighted to have you as part of the group, and that said something.

It had begun so slowly that Thorin didn’t even notice it was there. With every day that passed, he admired you more, to the point where he had become quite attached to you as well. Though your lovely smile and your distracting backside should get some credit, it was all of you that melted his bones. You were simply the whole package, the partner he had longed for most of his life. Sometimes he even wondered what would happen if he’d ask you to be his.

But for now, you were unaware of his affections and thus the king watched you curiously as you opened your sketch book and started to work. Thorin got out his pipe and searched for tobacco in his pocket.

‘It’s in your left pocket.’ You said quietly without looking up and Thorin reached his hand in there. Huh. He furrowed his brows together when you proved to be right. How did you know that?

‘Thank you.’ He replied. ‘How did you-’

‘It’s where you last left it.’

‘You have an excellent memory.’ The king said. ‘I don’t remember putting it there.’

You merely shrugged.

‘How did you know?’ he pressed, but he was met with silence. You were hunched over your work as if you were trying to shut him out. Thorin busied himself with cleaning and filling his pipe, all while keeping an eye on you. You on the other hand made no inclination that you were aware of presence.

The king cleared his throat. This was nothing compared to the usual, joyous interactions the two of you shared and this silence didn’t sit well with him. Had he done something wrong?

‘Is something bothering you?’ he inquired while he lit his pipe.

‘Nothing special.’ Your reply was soft, but he heard you. ‘Can’t wait to be on the road again.’

‘Me too.’ He agreed. ‘I’ve had enough of elves for a few years.’

You shrugged again and continued working on your sketch. Your hands were smudged from the charcoal you liked to use. Absentmindedly, you brushed a lock of hair from your face. It left a black smear on your forehead.

Thorin stood up and with his pipe in one hand, he reached the other forward to gently brush the stain away. You did look up this time and your E/C locked with his sapphire ones. He always had known that you possessed the most beautiful eyes in the entire universe and it was easy to get lost in them, but nothing could have prepared him for the pain displayed in there. It shot straight to his heart, leaving a dull ache which surely was nothing compared to your agony. He could see you were holding back tears as best as you could.

It was not enough, but all too much. Thorin couldn’t bear to lose his composure in front of you, nor did he want to embarrass you. He broke away and shifted his attention on your sketch book instead. You were drawing flowers that were almost as breathtaking as you.

‘Love.’

The phrase gushed from his mouth before he could control himself and he clenched his hands into fists. The last thing you needed was a love confession right now. ‘I mean- Would you mind telling me what’s going on?’

You shook your head.

‘You don’t have to.’ He carefully took a seat next to you and gestured at your drawing. ‘This looks amazing.’ He breathed slowly, but his voice was still too shook for his liking. ‘It looks like a real bouquet.’

‘Thank you.’ You murmured. ‘But it’s more a-’ You hesitated and stared at your sketch instead.

‘More like a what?’ The king encouraged.

‘A crown.’ You whispered.

Silence.

‘Will you excuse me, my king?’ you said abruptly, jumping from your seat and causing the book to fall from your lap. Before Thorin could stop you, you had disappeared in the forest. The king blinked a few times before picking up the book. When he eyed the drawing a second time, it daunted on him.

Oh mahal.

He had been an idiot. A total idiot. How could he be so stupid, so oblivious to the fact that you were the one who had left him these flower crowns each morning? If he hadn’t been so obsessed with the elves’ presence, he could have seen that- Thorin groaned. No matter now. The damage had been done and there was no taking it back. A better question was: how was he going to make this up to you?

‘Good morning.’ He grunted and glanced around the group. He saved his special glare for his nephews, to warn them for the hell they would have to pay if they dared to make fun of their uncle. So far, it worked. Fíli shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked away. Though Kíli’s face was distorted in an awful grin, the lad was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

‘New attire?’ Dwalin smirked and Thorin roughly pushed him aside so he could be seated.

‘Make way for your king.’ He rebuked.

His eldest friend laughed. ‘Ye’re suddenly the king of foliage now, huh?’

‘What can I say…’ Thorin grinned. ‘A mountain isn’t enough.’

Dwalin shook his head. ‘Those pointy idiots are rubbing off on ye, I tell ye.’

‘Hello everyone!’

They both looked up and Thorin’s heart missed a beat. You were standing before the group. Your hair was still a bit frizzy from bathing, the untamed locks roaming freely over your shoulders. You were wearing his favorite breeches, the ones that supported your excellent ass. You clasped your hand over your mouth when you noticed the king’s new crown.

‘You made this?’ you said breathlessly as you made your way towards him.

‘I did my best.’ Thorin acknowledged ruefully. ‘But I can’t get it quite right like you do.’

A giggle escaped you and you reached out to inspect his work. ‘There’s leaves in it, Thorin. And… branches.’

The king heaved a sigh. ‘Guess I need your help, my lady.’

You bit your lip and held out your hand. ‘Fine, let me help you fix this mess…’

The cheers of the company followed you and the king into the forest. There, you showed him how a proper flower crown is made. Amongst other things…

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thorinthehottotty · 4 years

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Imagine fighting with Thorin at Kíli and Tauriel's wedding and it leads to him finally getting to confess...

Really long and I don't know how to do the hyperlink thing to make it short...

Warnings: Angst, NSFW, no editing, rushed ending but I might make a part two!

Length... Too long.

"Elvish weddings are nothing like this," Tauriel admits, eyes large but the smile evident on her face. Your friend all too happy to be here, dwarvishly married to her prince. The sap currently being paraided in the middle of the hall, a beaming smile on his young face.

"No? What are they like? No dancing?"

"Oh, there is dancing, but not so lively." Smiling, you both watch as everyone celebrates the groom.

"What about human weddings?" You glance over to see the King Under the Mountain with the whispers of a smile on his face. He stands behind you both.

"Nothing compares to the liveliness of the dwarves, your highness." Despite the pain of seeing him now, smiling upon you like nothing had changed, you relaxed at his smile. A rare and beautiful occurance.

You bite your lip and turn from him, fighting the tightness of your voice. Balin had mislead you enough in regards of your feelings with the king. From the very beginning he stole your heart. You were just a common human woman, not a dwarven nobel. The old damn dwarf lead you to believe you had a chance to win the king's affections all along the trip, and oh, did you try.

Ever since Beorn's home when Thorin snapped at you about acting like a silly little girl with a crush destracting him, you felt a growing bitterness. You accepted his feelings (or lack there of) and stepped back, much to the displeasure of the company. The rejection stung, but you would move on.

Yes, you thought, there was always Bard.

You flinch at the thought. He was caring and sweet and he had told you that you were beautiful tonight. A slight flirtation to his smile when he'd said it.

"There is no need for formalities between us, Y/N." The rumble of his voice loses the sound of his smile. You don't spare him a glance, feeling just the slightest twinge of guilt as you answer coldly.

"I'd prefer the formalities, your highness." You tell him, tilting your chin up. In the corner of your eye, you see Tauriel blink in surprise.

You didn't start out as cold. No, at first you were still very sweet. You understood and respected that he had his own feelings. You put aside your hurt at his tactless rejection to put the quest first. And once you were in laketown, he was anxious and happy you'd all made it so far.

The butting of heads began there, when his hard-headed self exposed them all. Of course he was protective of you when Alfrid and the Master seemed to eye you with interest, but he wasn't the only one. The whole company always had your back. And he was awfully sour when he walked in on you and Bard talking of his children. It was just him telling funny stories of them. Then he proceeded to make an ass out of himself (essentially grumbling about how you couldn't put yourself past your silly crushes).

You'd snapped at him their, causing a bigger rift.

Then came that awful dragon sickness. (You didn't even want to think of the awful things he'd done in his madness).

He'd managed to break himself out of the damn madness just in time to nearly kill himself during the massive battle. If it hadn't been for you blowing in from nowhere to drive a blade into Azog's side. It was a last ditch effort for an archer, such as yourself. But with a broken bow, you were left with only the blade on your hip. You'd gained a new scar, where you'd effectively been run through with his blade. It was low, jutting just inside your hip, knicking the bone.

The king, with a mighty roar, decapitated the pale orc and un-shishkabobed you to drape you dramatically on the ice.

"You fucking idiot," you muttered before losing consiousness. When you woke you were banadaged and warned it may have impacted your ability to birth children but it didn't matter, not when Thorin wasn't in the room. Not when he apologized for accusing you of getting cozy with Bard. Bitterness swelled in you, the more you both eased into life in Erebor.

You just couldn't stop yourself from being bitter when he hovered like his own guilty concious. Child bearing was a big deal for dwarves, and he'd rendered you without at a young age for a woman. It was getting to the point that his sappy looks just enraged you. Two years in Erebor. Two and a half since he rejected you, yet he followed you like a lost puppy.

Perhaps it was just because it reminded you that you were still in love with him.

"Thank you for hosting us for this event, your majesty." Tauriel tried to ease the tenseness filling the air.

"My pleasure, Tauriel. You look lovely." He offered and she beamed. Your hand tightened on the goblet when you heard the last part. She did. That wasn't the issue with it.

"Thank you," she smiled warmly at him.

"I believe it is time for your first dance with your husband. May I escort you?" She graces him and he leads her away. Someone else slips into the seat next to you.

You don't bother to look. "That sour face is going to ruin all my hard work." You glance over at Princess Dís, her face stern. She arches an eyebrow as you sigh.

"Sorry. I know you worked hard on it." She had slaved for several hours, making you stunning. She really was an expert when it came to hair. She had put up so many intricate braids, you'd never felt more beautiful until Thorin stalked right past you with barely a glance. Even after these years, you still desperately craved his approval. But you supposed it was better this way.

"I even picked out your dress! Perfect for dancing with anyone who wants to ask."

"No one wants to ask a barren human girl to dance." You reply, gazing down at the table cloth.

"Is that what this is about?" She hums softly, leaning closer. You meet her tender gaze. "Not every dwarrow or man wants that." You don't stop the scoff exiting your lips and you raise the wine to your lips.

"Why'd you put me in his colors?" You demand, but can't muster the same bitterness as before. She didn't know about your feelings (and Thorin's lack of them) since you'd fobidden any of the company from speaking of them. The navy dress had gold stitching and was wasted by your foul mood.

"You'd be good for him, if you could push past the bitterness you hold for him." It makes your face crumble in anger. You hold your tongue, not wanting to snap at her for not understanding.

"Forgive me, Princess. I must excuse myself from this coversation." You say tensely, pushing away from table. Good timing, too, Thorin is making his way over, again. His eyes fall over your figure. You glower.

"He's a bit trying, but he's not a bad dwarf." She offers.

"No. He's great." You hiss, standing. "But I don't want his pity love." You snap, moving toward the food. Maybe some of Bombur's sweets would help soften you.

"Y/N, would you like company?" You grit your teeth, meeting his eye with a furious expression.

"No thank you, your majesty." The dress flows behind you as you move away from the siblings, feeling the bitterness swell in you, stemming from somewhere cold.

Midmouthful of chocolate you feel a presence behind you. Turning, you find King Bard smiling warmly at you. "Good evening, Lady Y/N."

"Bard," you hum when you swallow. "Where are your kids?" You ask.

"Looking for more sweetrolls it would seem. It's been a beautiful ceremony." He offers you a gentle smile. "I'm about to step to the balacony, care to join me?" You hesitantly glance at his extended elbow.

"That... Sounds delightful you," you respond. Eyes catching the glare Thorin is throwing your way. You make your way despite the sinking in your gut. You're not doing anything wrong.

The cool winter air feels nice on your heated skin. It's calm for a long time, no words exchanged as you both gaze down on the land below the mountain. "Can I ask you something, Bard?"

A wave of emotion fills you, heartbreak always fresh. The tears are spilling down your cheeks by the time he looks at you. Concern fills his face.

"Go ahead."

"Does heartbreak ever get easier?" You ask him, voice cracking. "I'm trying to move on, but I can't."

His face crumbles into understanding. He gently places a hand on your shoulder. "Thorin, yes?" You drop your head into your hands in defeat. "I just... I don't understand why you're so cold to him now. I could see how much you loved him when I met you. He obviously cares for you."

"He feels guilty. He thinks he's torn my whole life away from me. I don't want his pity. I wanted his love, even just a bit of it." You sink down onto the bench by the wall. "Now... now I just wish I could move on so he can be free of the new guilt I've given him." Bard is quiet, even when he turns his back to the wall and leans. You miss the way he straightens quickly.

"Well, at least I know why you've been avoiding me so." You jerk up, on your feet as Thorin approaches. You glower at him.

"Eavesdropping? Really?" You gasp.

"King Bard, if you would give us a moment, I do believe your son is asking for you." Bard nods politely before slipping back inside. You try to follow but Thorin cuts you off.

"Pardon," you hiss through your teeth.

"My pity love?" He demands back, stepping closer. You're stunned by his seething. "I stole away your livelihood, I took-"

"You stole nothing from me, you prick!" You snarl back, stepping back and nearly trip onto the bench when he follow you. "You didn't force me to take that blade! It didn't used to bother me. What do I care if I don't push out babies!"

"But it bothers you now!"

"Yes, because you never stop looking at me like my life is over!" You cry loudly, shoving on his chest. "There is more to me then my ability to bare and raise children!"

He grasps your face tightly in his hands, not caring that they're wet with tears and and probably makeup. "There is so much more to you than that," he agrees, much softer now, and his eyes soften too.

"I fought hard!"

"You did."

"I gave you your space when you asked for it! When you made if very clear how you felt!"

"And moved onto Bard," he growls.

"What do you expect me to do when the one I love tells me to leave him be and not distract him with my silly girl crush? What? Did you want me throw myself at you harder!?" You nearly sob.

"I wanted you to wait!" He bellows, still holding onto you. You stiffen in his hands, him softening again when he see the shocked expression you hold. "I wanted you to wait for me," he repeats, much softer this time.

"You should have told me," you croak, pushing on his chest weakly. "You should have told me back a Beorn's. I would have respected that. I would have left it for the time being."

"I should have, yes." He tilted his forehead to yours. "And I have been trying endlessly to get you alone. Balin told me to give you time, but I couldn't and the longer I waited the more you pulled away."

"Because you look at me like I'm broken! I can't do this anymore!"

"Stay with me." He rumbles. You let out a sob. "Stay with me." You tremble against him, tears flowing steadily and you shake your head.

"I've tried to leave. So many times I've tried. I can't. I can't. I love you too much." You cry at him, gripping his dress robes tightly in your hands. "Let me go, dammit."

"No. No, never again." He snarls. "I want you by my side forever. You are my one." You collapse against him, holding him tightly. "Y/N, please forgive me for my foolishness." You just clutch him tighter to yourself and he jerks you against him aswell. "Marry me." He begs.

"No." You respond, dragging away to glare at him. He sighs, exasperated.

"If you love me as I do you, then why will you not marry me?" He demands, face turning red and veins popping out, his tell tale sign that he was incredibly frustrated.

"That's the first time you've said you loved me and you ruined it." You sigh, deflating completely. He softens, seeming to understand a bit.

"I'm being to brash, I see." He cups your face, tilting it back and stroking your cheeks to dry them. "Y/N, I love you. Until the day I die, I will. I will say it a thousand times over if it means you will marry me." He leans his mouth down, kissing you for the first time. It's sweet and gentle, soothing your flared nerves. You sink against him.

"Thst's a good place to start." You say. He frown, confused. "Say it to me a thousand times over. Don't think you won't have to put in the work for it." He blinks in surprise, then groans in annoyance.

"You jest."

"No, I mean it. I chased your kingly ass from Bag End to Erebor. You can at least have the decency to court me!" You tell him sternly. Normally, you were sweet and agreeable. "King or no, I will not marry you if you don't give me good reason to." You declare. His lips part in shock, and then he smiles, a big, beautiful smile that has the sun catching his eyes the most beautiful blue you've ever seen.

"I can give you plenty reason." Then, in a very frustrated manner he sighs and peaks at your head. "As long as you take that damn braid out. It's been the bane of my existance tonight." You gape, reaching for your hair.

"What's wrong with the braid? Dís did it." You squeak. He frowns.

"Do you not know what it means?" You dumbly shake your head. Despite living with dwarves for three years, you still hadn't quite caught on. An irate glare settles on his face. "This particular braid indicates that you are actively seeking a life partner." You're eyes widen in shock when he reaches up to gently brush a hand over it. "This one thst wraps around it, that one indicates you are feeling particularly... Famished." He offers.

"Famished?" You repeat, confused. He gives you stern look, trying to tell you something. Oh! Hungry for more than what lined the banquet tables. You gape at him, horrified. "I'm going to kill her!" You quickly dive a hand toward your hair struggling with the clasp.

How dare she! You trusted her with your hair and she went and told everyone you were feeling spring fever! For the love of the gods, you couldn't have any peace in this place.

"I take it she decided the dress too." He murmured grimmly. I froze where I was, eyeing him with anxiety.

"Oh, no. What's the hidden meaning behind the dress?" You ask, closing your eyes tightly.

"Well those are the King's colors to begin with, and while they suit you wonderfully, it's a very bold pairing with your hair. You look incredibly enticing tonight. Like a gift for the King." You flush deeply. You might as well have a sign taped to you that says 'I'm here to fuck the King'.

"I bet your sister's feeling proud of herself," you grumble.

"Probably, but I when she arrived, she was surprised to find how smitten I was with you. I would speak of you for hours." He informs you. It makes you gulp. Gently, he takes your hands, kissing you again sweetly. "Come back and actually enjoy the wedding, please."

"Yeah! You've been moping about for ages!" Kíli's voice cuts through. You both peer over at him, shocked to see practically the whole company peering in eagerly. "So? Did you say yes?" He demands.

Thorin glowers at him, but you just ease a hand over his chest from beside him, a soothing gesture he'd long since missed. "Kíli."

"No need to be shy among us. Did you say yes lass? Are you going to be our queen?" Bofur urges eagerly.

"No, I turned him down." Jaws drop in shock. "He'll have to work for it." You lean back in, delivering kiss to his fuzzy cheek. His gaze softens on you and you smile at your friends.

The rest of the night is easier. Loud music, plenty of drinking and dancing lead to you being exhausted... And a bit mischievous with the King.

The two of you had slipped to his chambers so he could pull out that braid and instead braid his own courting braid. It was intimate and gentle kisses where exchanged. The air heavy with unspoken energy hanging between us. And then it happened, one moment you were getting ready to leave for the night.

"You don't have to," he whispered against your lips, holding you in his arms tightly.

"I do, my king," you reply, smiling at his lengthening beard on his chin. He'd been growing it out, free of all shame, it seemed. "Propriety dictates-"

"Fuck propriety," he rumbles. "How dare you speak that word when you're in such a dress." You laugh when he leans you against the door.

"Blame your sister." You purr, kissing his lips fully. Neither want to pull away, too caught up in the feel of each other.

"Then leave now, or I'll keep you in here. You'll never be allowed to leave." He snarled into your mouth. You laugh and shake your head.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to, Thorin. I want to stay so bad it hurts. But we shouldn-Eek!" He had enough and gone was your dress, ripped in half easily down the middle. If it was a tradition dwarvish dress, that would be difficult. But it was a light fabric Dís had tailored for elvish design, something to compliment Tauriel's heritage.

"I warned you." He rumbled and then there was the chain reaction. The world blurred as you tore at each others clothes until you were being rocked against the walls, gasping for breath and moaning loud enough for anyone walking by to hear. I was not dissappointed, to say the least.

(I'm debating making a part 2 but its late and I've got work in 8 hours.)

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 4 years

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So I was tagged by @ahufflepuffhobbit for WIP Wednesday, but since I’ve been working on things today, it’s going to be WIP Thursday! I just got done tagging people so I’m not going to do it again. Feel free to do it if you want and tag me so I can see your lovely WIPs!

This is from Guardian of Kings, but I’m going to give you a glimpse of Thorin’s POV. 😉 There was a lot about this fic that I didn’t feel like I would get to sum up in the 5 chapters from Bilbo’s POV. So I was toying around with tacking on Thorin’s POV as a bonus at the end, and working on it helps me see what I need to do with Bilbo’s POV. So this is the first chapter basically retold. Please enjoy!

Thorin was still seething as he left the Company’s dinner. He was mad at Bofur for telling that ridiculous story...again. He was mad at Bilbo for not recognizing how stupid it was. And a small part of him was mad at himself. The kernel of truth in the ushmar uzbâd stories was...humbling to say the least. Shameful and humiliating in many other ways. Still he would not deny his hobbit the praise he rightfully deserves. He just wished it wasn’t at the expense of his own dignity.

He had barely barreled his way into his rooms before there was his sister walking in as if she owned the place. Which he supposed as a Princess of Erebor, in a lot of ways she did. Didn’t make it any more pleasant to have to deal with her. Especially after what a disaster the evening had been.

“You’re back early. I thought tonight was the night?” She immediately teased with a raised eyebrow.

Thorin’s hand unconsciously traced the present in his pocket as he shot her a glare.

“Plans change.”

“CâCbain. What did you do?” She sighed as she draped herself over the settee.

“I did nothing.” He emphasized. “Bofur had to tell that damned story again…”

“Mahal above! Please tell me you didn’t just go off on the hobbit you’ve been pining over and planning on proposing courtship! Because of a rumor.”

Thorin shifted his weight. “I didn’t go off…” He tried to defend before Dis cut him off.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You didn’t hear what he said…!”

“You’re still an idiot.”

Thorin rolled his eyes as he pushed her feet off so he could have a place to sit down. She didn’t say another word. Just stared at him with that infuriating knowing look. Thorin fiddled with the ear cuff a little more before pulling it out to stare at it by the firelight. It truly was some of his best work. It may have cost him two pounds of gold and hours of frustration trying to get all the tiny flowers to line up just right, but in the end it was worth it. Well, he hoped it would be worth it.

“The thing is...there’s really not much I can do to dispute the claim. Bilbo by all accounts is ushmar uzbâd. What right do I have to court him?” He sighed placing the small trinket back in his pocket.

“You are the king.” Dis pointed out.

“And as King’s Champion, he is above me.” Thorin returned.

Dis placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as she leaned her face against his arm. He leaned his head over hers and wrapped an arm around her waist. It was a familiar gesture for the siblings after all the heartache they had to face together.

“Namad?” She mumbled into his sleeve.

“Hmm.” He hummed enjoying the moment.

“Please believe me this time when I say...you’re an idiot.”

Thorin groaned as he pushed her away and covered his face with his hands.

“I guarantee that no one in this kingdom has put enough stock into those stories to hold them to courting procedures. Talk. To. The hobbit.”

***

It was not a terrible suggestion. Fairly simple and certainly something Thorin was capable of performing. When he considered the fact that their last encounter had been a fight, it was probably the least he could do to ease Bilbo’s concerns. He didn’t even have to speak of courtship. Just a simple apology would ease the gap growing between them. However, it had been days, and he still hadn’t talked to the hobbit.

His family had been banned from his rooms. There was only so much of his sister’s grumblings he could put up with after all. Especially when it was all directed at his stubborn streak. The desire to make amends was not the problem. It was the words he should use that escaped him every time he saw Bilbo’s miserable face. So rather than face that head on, he decided to avoid it until it was something he had an answer for. A coward’s way out, but he was still trying to run a kingdom. It wasn’t like he had a plethora of free time to think up solutions to his love life.

Of course that changed on the day of open court when Heor approached once more. His respect for the former soldier could only go so far before he decided to pummel the other dwarf. Heor had always been a bastard, but until recently he had at least been a likeable bastard. Thorin found he spent most of his time with the other daydreaming of ways he could get him thrown in the dungeon for a couple of weeks.

“Fall back to the OLD WAYS?! YOU WILL HAVE US FALL TO RUIN ONCE MORE! MENU SHIRUMUND (YOU ARE BEARDLESS)!”

Today, Heor seemed especially vicious, and Thorin had to bite back a small satisfied smirk when Heor offered him insult. It seemed he was going to get his wish and be free of the dwarf for a fortnight. He was fully prepared to order Dwalin to take him away, when it happened. He didn’t know if all hobbits were capable of flooring him or if it was just his particular hobbit. Needless to say, he was stunned when Bilbo Baggins stepped out of the line in his defense.

“Bilbo!” Thorin called not realizing he had stood up and was halfway down the steps until Balin gave a sharp but subtle tug on his cloak.

He couldn’t even bring himself to glare at his advisor as his heart seemed to freeze at the sight of Heor standing over Bilbo’s unwavering but significantly smaller form. Why wasn’t someone doing something? Why wasn’t he doing something? Heor was within range to hurt the hobbit, and Thorin would rather be in Goblin Town again than see that. Then Heor issued the challenge, and the very breath was stolen from Thorin’s body. It was like nothing existed in the room as he became hyper aware of every little detail of Bilbo’s counter.

The hobbit’s eyebrows tugged just slightly in confusion at the wording. His eyes took on a faraway gaze as he bit his bottom lip. However, the miniscule moment of doubt was replaced by a fire that blazed brilliantly as confidence oozed from every pore on the hobbit’s body. Thorin would dare say his hazel eyes danced as he uttered probably the most horrifying syllable Thorin could ever expect. And what’s worse. Thorin knew it. He knew he was going to say it, and there had been nothing he could do to stop him.

“Am I to take it that you speak for the king’s character?”

“Yes.”

#WIP #guardianofkings #thorin's POV #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin is so in love...and dumb #Dis is literally me as a sister

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d3-iseefire · 4 years

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Writing Wednesday

Prompt idea from @strictlynofrills asking for a “It’s A Wonderful Life” style idea where Bilba is feeling down and gets shown what would have happened had she not gone on the quest. I decided to take it in a biiiiit of a different direction but I think it’s still the same idea! :D

Extra Note: I got the idea for this version of Mahal from my beta Drenagon’s story “History Teaches Us” found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1127568/chapters/2273724. I highly recommend it if you want a really good fic where Thorin is sent back to try again and get it right! :D

Bilba stood at the edge of a broken path, darkness stretching away beneath her feet, and slumped in defeat. Rain from the earlier storm pattered on her head, sending cold rivulets sliding down the collar of her dress.

Her entire body felt like ice, but not enough to numb the pain in her feet because she hadn’t considered they might not be designed to trek through mountains full of sharp rock and bitterly cold ice.

She was miserable and now she was stuck out here being rained on because she was too stupid to remember the path was gone.

Seriously, it had been like a half hour ago, and she’d been there. She’d watched the stone giants fighting, had nearly been killed by them for Yavanna’s sake and yet, here she was, like an idiot thinking the path was going to just miraculously put itself back so she could trek down it.

Words ran through her mind, as biting in memory as they had been when she’d heard them out loud.

“She’s been lost ever since she left home. You should never have come. You have no place among us.”

Bilba flinched and clenched her jaw as pressure built between her eyes. Wouldn’t that just be wonderful, if they were to come out and see her weeping in the rain?

What had she been thinking? That she was off on a lark? That she’d skip along picking flowers and stopping for picnics along the way? For Yavanna’s sake, she’d worn a dress. No wonder Thorin thought so little of her. She’d given him more than enough cause.

Kili’s face floated through her mind and she closed her eyes and bit back a groan. She could still remember her excitement running out the door of Bag Eng, fantasies of love and adventure filling her head.

She’d had visions of riding next to Kili and entertaining him with witty dialogue during the day and impressing him with her cooking in the evening. She’d catch him watching her out of the corner of her eye and would smile coyly and then pretend to be interested in the way ahead while all the while sneaking peeks back at him.

That had been her fantasy. In reality, she’d given no thought to the fact that she’d never ridden a horse in her life, or that the Company hadn’t hired her as a cook, because they already had one.

She’d also never given any thought to the fact that Kili might give her no particular notice.

At all.

As far as he was concerned, she might as well not have existed.

At least until tonight when he couldn’t have helped but her hear his uncle’s scathing dismissal of her.

She was pretty sure the entire mountain had heard.

She opened her eyes and curled her hands into fists. There was no way, just no way she was letting them come out and find her out here. There was no way she was going back either, to face the long months ahead as an outcast, unwanted, unneeded.

Unnecessary.

She took a deep breath and then, carefully, started to shuffle toward the wall of the mountain. There was a small shelf of rock still there, barely a strip of jagged, uneven stone jutting out from the mountain.

She reached where it started, and felt her stomach curdle inside her.

At its thickest point, the path was probably little wider than her foot, and that was being generous.

For the briefest of seconds, she considered giving it up. Returning in defeat to the cave and putting up with their disregard and disgust until they got to a point where she could somehow find her own way back.

She shook her head at the thought almost immediately. Just the thought of alone made her want to die of humiliation, there was simply no way she could suffer through it in reality.

She steadied her nerves, and took a step out onto the ledge. She pressed her body against the wall, fingers splayed against the rock, and tried to keep her eyes focused on the far side of the path.

Don’t look down, she told herself firmly. Just focus on the other side.

Something boomed over her head and she froze. Please be thunder, she thought desperately. Please be thunder.

The mountain, thankfully, stayed where it was and she tried to relax. She started to slide her foot out another step, stomach turning flips as loose rock and shale slid out from under her toes.

She edged her foot out just a little more...and the shelf crumbled away from under her.

She froze, and her brain locked, paralyzed with terror. In almost slow motion she felt her body slip backwards from the rock. As if watching from somewhere else she saw her fingers scrabble to find purchase against stone she was no longer touching.

Her stomach dropped.

Distantly, she thought she heard someone scream her name but the sound was lost to the roar of the wind past her ears.

And then she was falling.

***

She was falling.

And then she wasn’t.

Bilba stood in blank confusion, eyes so wide it almost hurt, breaths coming in short, harsh pants. Her heart was racing so fast she feared it would give out, and she was trembling violently.

She was standing in a small grove of trees she didn’t remember being at the base of the mountains. The trees were in bloom, light pink flowers dusted in snow. A bright sun shone down from a brilliant blue sky, lighting fat flakes of snow swirling about her. Most snow mounded under the trees and beneath her feet. Her breath frosted when she breathed, but she didn’t feel cold.

Bilba crossed her arms nervously. Was this it? Had she died and this was what came after?

Her lips pursed and she swallowed thickly.

She hadn’t wanted to die.

She’d wanted to go home, sit in her chair again and forget she’d ever tried to go on an adventure where no one wanted her around. She could just imagine the disgust on their faces when they realized she’d gone and managed to get herself killed like an idiot. Especially Thorin. He’d probably --

“Greetings, daughter of Earth.”

Bilba shrieked, not only because the voice came from behind her without warning, but also because it sounded very much like Thorin’s.

It would be just her luck that she’d get herself killed and somehow end up in an afterlife populated by doubles of Thorin Oakenshield.

She whirled around, and let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of a Man standing behind her. He was tall, as Men tended to be, with long dark hair and a powerful build. In those areas he did remind her of dwarves, but not that dwarf thankfully, and also not the one she’d been foolishly pining for, which was also nice.

Suddenly realizing that she was simply staring at him, Bilba shook herself out of her own thoughts, and forced a smile. “Greetings. Could you possibly tell me where I am?”

Please don’t say the afterlife, she thought. Please don’t say the afterlife.

The man’s eyes narrowed and his mouth quirked as if in some private amusement. “Where do you think you are?”

“I really can’t say,” Bilba confessed. She was beginning to calm down as she spoke to him, her heart slowing and and her shivering easing. There was something strangely non-threatening about the Man, in spite of him being a complete stranger.

She looked up, planning to show him where she’d fallen from, only to freeze in shock.

There was no mountain.

Over her head all she could see was the tops of trees and blue sky, stretching for miles in every direction.

“Is there a problem?” the man asked, voice casual.

Heart back to to thundering in his chest, Bilba turned her attention back to him. “I’m dead, aren’t I?” she asked. A sick feeling settled in her gut, along with renewed despair.

She really hadn’t been able to do anything right, had she?

“Are you?” the man asked. “Do you feel dead?”

Bilba frowned at him. “I don’t -- I’ve never been dead before. I wouldn’t know how it felt.” She hesitated. “It would seem I’m not where I was before, though, and that doesn’t seem very encouraging.”

“Hmmm,” the man looked around himself, taking in their surroundings. “I would say this is a far cry better than where you were a moment ago, wouldn’t you, Bilba Baggins?” With the last he turned to look her directly in the eyes and Bilba felt her heart stutter in her chest.

“How do you know my --” Her eyes widened and she dropped to her knees immediately, head down. “My apologies, my Lord. I didn’t recognize you.”

She still didn’t recognize him to be honest. There were multiple male Valar and she couldn’t remember enough about them to know them on sight. She’d always been more concerned with Yavanna, and why in the world wasn’t she there?

Perhaps, Bilba thought, because she was so useless that not even Yavanna wanted to see her and instead had foisted the task on...her...husband?

Mahal?

“Rise, child,” the Valar said, amused. “And, worry not. My wife isn’t here because you are, in fact, not dead. At least not yet.”

BIlba’s head jerked up and hope rushed through her. “Really?”

“Really,” Mahal said dryly. He indicated and Bilba quickly scrambled to her feet, dusting the snow off her skirts in an attempt to look at least a little presentable.

She looked at him expectantly, but he merely raised an eyebrow in return. After the silence stretched for several long, awkward minutes, she cleared her throat and timidly asked, “So, um, can I ask what’s going on?”

“What do you think is going on?”

Oh, great, Bilba thought, it was worse than trying to talk to Gandalf. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but here they were.

“I don’t know.” She tried to sound polite, she really did. “I fell off a cliff on my way back home and --” she swept out her arms to indicate their current surroundings. “And you say I’m not dead--” yet, he had said yet but she decided to overlook that part, “so I’m not really sure what’s going on.”

Mahal nodded his head to the side. “Walk with me, child.”

He started off without waiting and Bilba hustled forward to fall in alongside him.

“Why were you returning home?” Mahal asked without preamble.

Bilba’s shoulders sagged and she clasped her hands in front of her. “Because I’m useless,” she said softly, “and no one even wanted me there.”

“Is that so?” Mahal mused. “And if I were to tell you that, without your presence to distract the trolls, three of your number would have been killed before Olorin arrived?”

Bilba’s eyebrows drew together. “Olorin?”

“Gandalf,” he clarified.

“Oh.” Bilba focused on her feet where they were scuffing through the snow. “In that case, I’m glad I could help, but it doesn’t mean I was of any real use overall, or that I would be. Thorin was right. I shouldn’t have come.”

Mahal sighed. “Thorin tends to be one of my more stubborn children, but he carries much upon his shoulders. His people starve while he tries to secure their future.”

“I didn’t know that.” Bilba felt a rush of sympathy for the surly dwarf.

“And still he tries, even after those who owe him their loyalty refuse to help.” Mahal’s eyes turned hard, and Bilba felt a bite to the air for the first time. “Their actions will not be forgotten.”

Bilba was suddenly very glad she wasn’t one of the dwarven lords who’d refused to help Thorin in his quest. “I didn’t realize it was so very important,” she confessed quietly. “I’m happy I was able to help with the trolls, but I’m sure my leaving now is for the best. I’d have only been a burden, and they can’t have that on a quest this important.”

“Is that so?” Mahal frowned, eyes fixed on some empty spot in the distance. “Would you like to see how things will happen without you there?”

Bilba was taken aback. “Would things change that much? I can’t have been very important.”

“So you say,” Mahal countered, “and yet I have just told you what would have happened if you’d been absent during the encounter with the trolls.”

“Sure,” Bilba said nervously, “but that was just a lucky thing. Being useful once doesn’t mean I’d be useful again. I doubt they’d even notice if I was gone.”

Her mind went back to Kili again and the way he’d stared after the female elves in Rivendell. He’d never looked at her that way. She might as well have been a fellow male for all he took notice of her, no matter how much effort she tried to take in her appearance.

“Would they?” Mahal asked quietly.

He waved a hand, and the landscape in front of them simply...melted away as if it had never been there.

Instead she found herself staring into the foyer of Bag End as her past self, ran to answer the front door.

It hadn’t been all that long ago, but it felt like another lifetime. Almost as if the young woman she was watching was someone else entirely.

Her past self jerked the door open to reveal Fili and Kili standing on the other side. Bilba remembered his part very well. She’d been dazzled by Kili almost immediately and had started stammering and acting like an idiot, struggling to look both cute and alluring at the same time.

She’d thought, at the time, she’d done a good job. Now, looking at it from the outside, she could see she looked awkward and silly. Kili appeared to take no particular notice, breezing past her as if she weren’t even there.

Fili took the time to stop and talk to her, and Bilba mentally cringed at how dismissive she was toward him, eyes instead following Kili as he wandered off toward the kitchens.

The scene shifted to the next day when she’d run after the Company and Fili and Kili helped her into a saddle. She’d been enamored with the fact that Kili had touched her, however so briefly, and had simply stared at the spot on her arm, trying to convince herself that it meant something.

Yet again, as she watched from the outside, she saw something she hadn’t seen the first time. Fili trying to speak to her, only to give up when it became clear she wasn’t listening.

After this the images sped up, scene after scene of Fili ensuring she got food before he did, helping her on her pony, riding beside her and keeping her company, and then quietly backing away any time Kili approached.

Bilba flinched, remembering their time in Rivendell when Fili had invited her on a walk and they’d spent a pleasant afternoon seeing all the sights in the area. It was only now, with the scenes stitched together, that she realized he’d only invited her after she’d expressed excitement over being there and a desire to see everything.

Bilba had been aware of Fili during their time on the quest. He was a friend, someone easy to talk to and fun to spend time with. Watching the scenes as Mahal was showing her, revealed another level she hadn’t even been aware of.

Fili had been interested in her.

At least at first. He’d been trying to approach her, court her.

And she, in turn, had spent all her time fawning over Kili who hadn’t given her the time of day. Fili had clearly caught on, and had politely dropped back to not just being a friend, but to actively trying to help and encourage her when it came to her infatuation with his brother.

And she’d never even noticed.

“It would seem at least one would have noticed,” Mahal mused.

“So it would appear,” Bilba agreed in a low whisper.

Guilt assailed her for how often she’d simply dismissed or outright ignored him the second Kili had shown up. She’d treated him as an afterthought, and he’d taken it all with quiet grace and continued to treat her as a dear friend.

Her mother would have been ashamed of her behavior.

The scenes faded, Fili along with it, and left her simply standing back in the snow lit woods.

Bilba wasn’t sure how to feel. On the one hand, it was nice to realize at least one dwarf would have missed her.

Bofur’s face as he’d said good-bye to her flashed through her mind and she flinched again.

Two. Two would have missed her.

“And perhaps more,” Mahal said in a low voice next to her. “Only one was cruel to you and, though there is no excuse for bad behavior, I have found mortals are apt to speak rashly in moments of high stress.”

Bilba grimaced, moments when she’d spoken without thought coming easily to mind. It didn’t mean she felt Thorin was justified, or that he didn’t owe her an apology, but it did help her understand a little more at least.

They were both mortal, and sometimes they said things they shouldn’t. Thorin certainly didn’t want her there, but if she were being honest, he had cause. She wasn’t prepared for any of this, had no idea why Gandalf had chosen her of all people to join.

“I was running away,” she whispered, focused on her hands where they were clasped in front of her. “It’s been so much harder than I thought it would be.”

“And yet you’ve already come so far,” Mahal responded. “You’ve done splendidly, and managed to save three of their lives, whether they know it or not.”

BIlba gave a weak smile as the words sent a warm feeling through her.

That feeling was dispelled a moment later when Mahal’s expression turned grave. “Would you like to know how things will go without you?”

Bilba felt uneasy, but nodded. “Okay.”

It couldn’t be that bad, after all, could it? How much difference could one, small hobbit make? Thorin was a capable warrior in his own right, and had an entire contingent behind him. Perhaps she’d been wrong about her absence going unnoticed, but that didn’t mean her presence would make any sort of actual difference to the quest.

Really, Gandalf had claimed they needed a burglar when they already had Nori who actually knew what he was doing. Why in the world Gandalf had seen fit to add someone else, and someone like her who was wildly ill equipped for anything that didn’t involve her garden, kitchen or library was beyond her.

Mahal nodded...and her mind shattered.

Images, and sensations flooded her, overwhelming over.

Bitter cold.

A single, lonely peak silhouetted against an empty sky.

A massive, baleful eye.

Fire.

The roar of an army flooding across a plain.

The sharp gasp of a last breath.

Screams.

“Go back to your books, and your armchair. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people valued home above gold ... this world would be a merrier place."

Her own gut wrenching sobs.

Silent forms laid out on slabs.

Death.

Bilba staggered and fell to her knees. Her breath was ragged, and her throat burned as if she’d been screaming.

She lifted a trembling hand to her face and felt the wetness of tears streaming down. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her head pounded with a truly spectacular headache.

Mahal knelt in front of her and Bilba looked up at him in shock. “They die? All three of them?” And that was only part of it. Yavanna, the fire on the lake, and the army...so much death. She shook her head. “You can’t possibly be suggesting I can change any of that?”

“Why not?” Mahal asked. “Even the smallest person can change the course of the world. Many of the heroes you read about in your books were but one person, set out on a great adventure.”

Bilba scrubbed her hands aggressively over her face. She settled back on her heels and took a shuddering breath. “What do you want me to do?”

Mahal put a hand on her shoulder. “The question, my dear, is what do you want to do?”

Bilba pushed to her feet. “Are you saying I could still go home?”

“If you wish.” Mahal had stood to face her. “If you so desire, you can be back in Bag End, safe and warm and surrounded by your books.”

Bilba crossed her arms. Right then, the stench of blood in her nostrils and the echo of screams in her ears, going home sounded exactly like what she wanted to do.

Just...go home and crawl into her bed, hide under the covers and go to sleep. Then, maybe, tomorrow she’d brew herself a nice pot of tea, find a good book and go out to the bench outside her backdoor.

She’d sit down, and open her book...and spend the rest of the day feeling the heat of fire as it scorched through buildings. Feel the tremor under her as thousands of feet marched upon the earth. Picture the Durins marching to their deaths.

Sweet, kind Fili.

Exuberant, funny Kili.

Even Thorin for all his stubbornness and irritation still commanded her respect in other ways. His love for his nephews. The loyalty he’d so clearly earned from those following him. His desire to regain Erebor for his people.

She didn’t want to see them die.

She shut her eyes and tightened her arms until she was hugging herself. “I can save them? All of them?”

“Perhaps,” Mahal said, his voice toneless. “Is that your choice then? To try and save them?”

Bilba took a deep breath and then opened her eyes. Fear curdled low in her gut, but there was a fire in her eyes and her voice was steady when she spoke. “Yes. Please, send me--”

***

The shelf crumbled away from under her..

Her body froze, and her brain locked, paralyzed with terror. In almost slow motion she felt her body slip backwards from the rock. As if watching from somewhere else she saw her fingers scrabble to find purchase against stone she was no longer touching.

Her stomach dropped as she began to fall away.

A hand grabbed the edge of her skirt and yanked, hard. Her body flew to the side, and an arm wrapped around her waist and wrenched her back.

She landed, not on hard rock but a firm body, arms closed tightly around her waist.

She twisted enough to look up and found herself looking at Fili who, in turn, had his head back and his eyes heavenward while he tried to catch his breath. As if sensing her gaze, his eyes flicked to hers. “Are you all right?”

Bilba nodded shakily. Fili let out a sigh of relief and then began to struggle to a seated position. They were pretty well tangled together and, at one point, Bilba found herself quite firmly seated on his lap with her face mere inches from his.

His eyes widened and he flushed. “Sorry,” he said quickly, putting his hands to her waist to move her off. “I’m --”

The last bit was cut off in an “oof” as Bilba lunged forward and threw her arms around him, hugging him. The images Mahal had shown her -- the look in his eyes as a blade was driven through him, the grief that had washed over her at the sight of him laid out on a slab -- ran through her mind and she hugged him tighter.

“Hey,” he said softly, completely misunderstanding the reason for her upset, “it’s okay.” He hugged her back just as tightly. “You’re all right.”

Bilba buried her face in her arms, and against his neck. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have left. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Fili urged her back and took her face in his hands. “It’s fine. I just wish you’d have said something. If you’d wanted to go home, I’d have been happy to take you.” His mouth quirked into a self-deprecating smile. “Or perhaps I could have convinced Kili.”

“I don’t want your brother to take me,” Bilba muttered. “I’m not interested in him anymore.” She laughed quietly. “He made it pretty clear he isn’t interested. I just wasn’t listening.”

Fili went still. “Is that so. Decided to give up on romantic entanglements?”

Bilba smiled at the clumsy attempt to ask her a question without actually asking her a question. She met his eyes, and was mildly surprised at the flutter that ran through her stomach. Perhaps she hadn’t been as immune to him as she’d once thought. Perhaps she just hadn’t been paying attention. “I don’t know yet,” she said shyly, “but I’m open to possibilities.”

Fili grinned broadly. He gently moved her off his lap, got up and helped her to her feet. It was still raining, and Bilba didn’t resist as he took her hand to lead her back to the cave. The rock was wet and slippery and she didn’t relish the thought of falling for a second time.

Besides, she thought as she put her shoulders back and lifted her chin. She couldn’t fall.

People needed her.

She wouldn’t let them down.

***

In midair, invisible to the mortal eye, Aule stood and watched as one of his children led the young hobbit back to the temporary safety of the cave.

A figure stepped beside him and he nodded his head respectfully. “Father.”

“You might be surprised,” Eru started without preamble, “to learn that the pattern has changed and the line of Durin is no longer fated to end at Ravenshill.”

“Is that so?” Aule asked innocently.

Eru gave him a look of pure exasperation. “You were meant to show her what would happen if she went home, not what would happen either way.”

“I did show her what would happen if she wasn’t there,” Aule explained. “In that battle she would have been knocked unconscious early on, hence, not there.” Eru gave him a look that was decidedly not amused and Aule held his arms out helplessly. “It was that or listen to Durin endlessly complain about the end of his line.”

“How is it,” Eru asked, “that he even found out?”

“He may have overhead me discussing it with my wife.” Aule gave an unrepentant grin and Eru shook his head.

“You’re fortunate you did not change things for the worse,” he said with affection.

“I should have changed them for the better,” Aule said hopefully. “The ring will be far closer to Mordor when the time comes, and Frodo Baggins and his friends will be untouched by Sauron’s evil.”

Eru was silent, contemplating. Aule had no doubt that not every change would be positive, and he hoped Eru would be willing to adjust things to get the desired results, and not simply insist it all be put back to the way it had been.

After a second, Eru sighed. “I’m far too lenient with you.”

Aule grinned brilliantly, and then he was alone. He stayed where he was a few minutes later, watching as the hobbit reached the cave with her young dwarf. Idly, he wondered how long it would take for them to learn they were each other’s Ones.

Or that the relationship was a gift, meant to strengthen her for the trials to come.

“Stay strong, little hobbit,” he whispered after her as she vanished from sight. “You will need it for the days ahead.”

Then he was gone, and all that was left was the wind howling through the crevices, and the patter of rain upon the rocks.

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writingfromkitchenator · 5 years

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Smile

Thorin x OC

Based on an imagine found here by @imaginexhobbit

Words: 1,275

Warnings: Slight hints of depression, but otherwise fluff

The first time it happened, I hadn't been overly prepared for it, I'd been so used to our surly leader that I wasn't even entirely sure that he was capable of smiling.

But there I was, staring like an idiot, as he gave a soft smile at one of Kili's jokes, shaking his head.

I would've liked to say that moment lasted forever, that it was at that time I started to realise I had feelings for the dwarf king, but just as quickly as it happened, he was drawn back into a deep conversation with Gandalf, his expression once again turning grim.

For those few moments it was like seeing who Thorin was meant to be, rather than who he was allowing himself to show.

It made me pay closer attention to the dwarf king.

He smiled exactly three other times before we reached Rivendell, once at a comment from Dwalin, again at Fili and Kili over something they did, and then the third time at me as I made a comment under my breath at the wizard for refusing to stop the terrible bout of weather we'd been having, even earning a small chuckle.

In Rivendell it was clear he was on edge, out of his comfort zone, and his thoughts weighing heavily on him. I decided that it wasn't the best time to start asking questions, so I left him be, exploring a little on my own and trying to push my own thoughts of Thorin aside, although still not really understanding what they meant.

“Looking for someone?”

His voice made me start and turn around, heat rising to my cheeks as I found Thorin watching me, puffing away on his pipe. “No, just exploring.” I couldn't myself. “Enjoying the peace a bit more than you let on I see.”

His eyes crinkled a little, as if he wanted to smile. “I have space to think, but that is all I'll let on in this place.”

I tilt my head a little and wondered exactly how far I could push this. “And the fact that they've helped us, especially with information, doesn't change your notion at all?”

Thorin's gaze doesn't leave mine. “No.”

I nod, knowing I should believe him and leave it at that, but, seeing as he'd given me the opportunity, to also try and pull him away a little from his act.

It seems I wasn't going to get the chance though. “You've been watching me.”

I looked at him, surprised, being completely unaware that he'd even noticed. “No I haven't.”

Thorin looked at me, amused. “No? You answered that rather quickly.”

“Well, I don't like being accused of things I didn't do.” I said just as quickly, breaking away from his more than amused gaze again. “And I was just exploring before, as I said.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Thorin gave several thoughtful puffs on his pipe, my own line of questioning gone.

“Well, I suppose if neither is going to get what we're after, you might as well keep exploring.”

“What?” I asked it quickly with a frown, quickly noticing the slight turn away so I couldn't quite see his expression.

My eyes narrowed on him. “Were you waiting for me Thorin?”

Even from where I stood and the angle he was now sitting, I could still see the slight pink creeping into his cheeks. “No.”

I folded my arms, staring at him. “Uh huh.”

Thorin glanced at me and quickly turned back. “I was smoking and you were exploring, there is nothing else to it.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of us, a test really, to see who would break first. It didn't take long before we both started to laugh.

The laughter made such a change in him, that had I not been laughing too, I would've been admiring it, the way the joy lit up his features, making him look a lot younger, at the sparkle it brought to his eyes.

Something that remained as he smiled. “I knew you were out exploring, it's true, but it was not my intention to be found here, I thought I would simply observe should you walk past.”

“Oh, and you accuse me of watching you?” I said. “Well now Thorin, look who's-"

“You have been watching me Avery,” Thorin said flatly. “I would be daft not to notice.”

The heat returned to my cheeks. “Well…I was simply curious.”

He turns to look at me properly. “About?”

“Why you don't smile more.” I said it before I could rethink of going back into the game again. “You have a nice smile Thorin, it's been bugging me that you don't.”

I almost regretted my words, watching his smile turn sad. I realised just what a burden this was on him and that maybe making such a rash statement was a bad idea.

Colour bloomed a little on Thorin's cheeks though. “It would be nice to, but a lot has happened in my life, it makes those moments precious and far between.”

“I didn't mean any offence Thorin.”

“I know, and I'm not taking any,” His smile was soft. “I'm simply stating that, if times were different, if what we went through and what we are going through weren't so dire, then it would make it easier to enjoy the smaller things.”

I stared at him, at the heavy burden his shoulders were carrying. I hesitated, only for a moment, wondering if I was about to go to far with the king. “Thorin…aren't the good moments enough to weigh out the bad? Wouldn't being more…acceptable of that happiness just make the burden a little easier to carry?”

Thorin watches me and I wonder whether it was just a little too much. “Perhaps, but it doesn't mean the burden is still not heavy on my mind. No matter how I want to feel, it doesn't stop the way I do feel.”

It sunk in then and I found all I could do was stare at him, unable to really voice what I wanted to and suddenly scared that I would have the wrong reaction if I did. It wasn't pity, but understanding, I knew those emotions and thoughts well, maybe no where near to the same extent, but enough to know it was hard to talk about.

He puts out his pipe and walks over to me, that soft smile still there as he reaches up and tucks a lose strand of hair behind my ear, myself standing completely frozen as he did. “Come, I think I will join you in your exploration. I will admit that I am a little curious.”

It took a moment for his words to catch up, still both stunned by my realisation and his actions. “So I was right then?”

He smiles back at me. “I would never give you the satisfaction of knowing that Avery.”

I laughed, quickly falling into step beside him, making a silent promise to myself that I would help him through whatever he needed. “I'll take that bet and gladly see you being wrong.”

Thorin smiled at me, making my heart soar at the sight, feeling that this was something special, something only for me. “And the wager?”

I grinned. “When you lose, I think it only fitting that you get to decide what your own loss is.”

Chuckling, our shoulders brush as we walk, and I knew, just being there for him when he needed it, it would make his days just a bit easier, and maybe I'd get to see that smile just a little bit more.

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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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Ikhrêkh Gabalî

Part 2 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’. Who know how many more parts are going to follow... Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings ‘Falling Stars’

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OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count: 1,442

Warning(s): Swear words, someone thinking they are getting called rude names.

Translation(s): Ikhrêkh Gabalî: Painful Words

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Things were going south far too fast for me. Already, we were being pursued by Orcs mounted upon Wargs.

Of course, I wasn't idiotic enough to not expect trouble on a quest such as this, but I had figured we'd run into Wargs a bit closer to Erebor perhaps. Not within the first two weeks of our journey.

"Run faster!" Thorin bellowed at me as we sprinted along, and I would have yelled some choice words back at him, but I was too out of breath to do so. Honestly, he was just doing this to be snippy.

I was in the lead as we sprinted through the grass; he was at the back. Who was the better runner? Obviously me. I hadn't been raised by Elves for nothing....

Finally, we reached a boulder and hid behind it for a moment, trying to catch our breaths. Where had that blasted wizard run off to now? Wasn't he supposed to be helping us get out of this mess in the first place?

Thorin must have shared my unspoken thoughts as he grumbled something about stupid wizards underneath his breath. Glancing over at him, I noticed the way his tangled dark brown hair tumbled messily down onto his shoulders. His mouth was opened as he panted lightly, steely blue eyes darting around as he scanned the horizon for more Orcs. I would be lying if I said that the sight didn't send a convoy of butterflies through my stomach.

Why wouldn't my heart just forget about him? He obviously didn't want me around the first place; he'd certainly made that clear.

"Over here!" Our heads snapped up to look around at the source of the voice. Gandalf stood by a rock, waving at us with his staff. "This way!"

I bolted towards him, deciding to put my trust in Gandalf. Eru knew Thorin didn't know where the Mordor he was going.

I stepped lightly through the dry grass of the meadow, feeling it slash at my trouser legs as I darted through. I just knew it would be torn by the end of this. Believe it or not, grass was sharp.

But then I tripped over something and found myself flat on my stomach; all the breath knocked clear out of my lungs. I gasped like a fish out of water, unable to move until I could force oxygen into my body.

Bodies flashed by me on either sides as dwarves passed me, running towards Gandalf.

Glad to know they cared about me.

I resigned myself to my fate of being eaten by the Warg I just knew was probably pursuing them when burly arms snagged me and lifted me into the air, tossing me over a furry shoulder.

An arm grasped tightly around my lower waist, and I prayed they wouldn't adjust their grip any lower. That would be awkward.

But then my mind registered just who was carrying me, and things suddenly became much more awkward anyways.

Why was the Dwarf who complained about me the most the one saving me?

Next thing I knew, my jostling ride stopped as Thorin entered a dark cavern, and slowed to a walk. I expected to be put down, but he instead kept me slung over his shoulder as Gandalf began to lead us through a series of cracks within the ground.

"Thorin, put me down right now." I said, fisting his fur coat in my hands in an attempt to not fall face-first off his shoulder as the path angled sharply upwards.

"No. You're just going to slow us down again." He grumbled, and I rolled my eyes. How would I slow them down? We were walking.

"I can assure you, I can keep up with you all just fine." I said, wriggling in his grasp in an attempt to get him to release me, but he just tightened his grip around my waist.

Curses.

"Somehow, I doubt that after your performance, Miss Estel." He said, and I could have almost sworn that there was just the slightest hint of mischief in his gruff voice.

"Uncle just wants to have an excuse to--" Kili's cheeky voice pipped up suddenly from somewhere ahead of Thorin, but his uncle quickly cut him off.

"Kili, be quiet." He ordered severely, and Kili obeyed quickly. I didn't blame the lad. If I had an uncle like Thorin, I would have done the same.

But still, Kili's words wouldn't leave me. What did Thorin want an excuse for? Did it have something to do with me, and why was Thorin so touchy about whatever it was?

At last, we reached what I recognized to be Rivendell, and Thorin finally set me down as he realized just where in Middle Earth we were. The company and him formed a protective circle around me and Bilbo as a sudden commotion emerged.

Peering over the hairy heads of the Dwarrows, I caught sight of Lord Elrond and a few soldiers as they returned in full armor that gleamed in the bright rays of the sun.

Gandalf persuaded Thorin to let us stay here in Rivendell for a few days to regain our strength, which gladdened me more than I would admit to Thorin. I had sorely missed the company of intellectuals.

Also, it would be a nice change to converse with others in Elvish once more. I didn't dare speak a word in it in front of any of the Dwarves for fear they would figure out my past and Thorin would throw me out of the Company.

But first I had to get away from a suddenly clingy Thorin. It was strange, he didn't outright stand beside me. He just, hovered around me.

As we began to settle in to our new quarters, he suddenly approached me, and I took in a deep breath, wondering what in Eru's name he needed. Vaguely, I could see everyone else pause in their activities to watch us.

Weird.

Thorin's brow was furrowed as he walked up to me, his gaze scanning me up and down, taking in my torn trousers and skinned up palms. Then his gaze landed on the small scratches and cuts I had gained on my face from landing face down in the grass, a frown appearing on his face.

Great, now was he going to say that I was ugly now too?

"Are you alright, Amrâlimê?" He asked suddenly, and I puzzled over the unfamiliar word he used when referring to me.

I could hear the titters coming from the group around us, and Thorin's cheeks suddenly gained a faint dusting of pink.

"That'll show her, Uncle!" Kili's voice carried over the unintelligible mutterings of everyone else, and I began to gain an inkling of just what the unfamiliar word meant.

And that realization hurt.

"Didn't think he'd ever work up the courage to say that..." Bofur's voice met my ears next, and I quickly made up my mind. Obviously, the word was an insult of some type and I was not going to stand to be treated like this.

I shot a hurt look at Thorin, grabbing the bedroll I had started to unpack and beginning to repack it. I would sleep somewhere else tonight. Somewhere far away from this Dwarf that disliked my company so much.

"I'm fine, thank you." I muttered through clenched teeth, looking at Thorin with a fake smile on my face. "I suppose you think it's funny to insult other people in a language they can't understand, huh? But I'm not going to take that from you. It just shows how much of a stupid, insensitive arse you are." I said, blinking away the tears that rose in my eyes. No matter how much I could try to pretend otherwise, it hurt to be called names.

The mutters suddenly died as I spoke, and Thorin's eyes widened. "Miss Estel--" he started, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.

"I don't want to hear another word out of your filthy mouth. I'm going to sleep somewhere else tonight so you don't have to deal with my obviously intolerable presence." I said and hurried off before I could burst into tears, leaving a stunned silence behind me.

Maybe this would teach them not to speak badly about other people in their presence. I mean, if you couldn't say the word straight out in Common to the person's face, then perhaps you shouldn't say it at all. That's what my foster mother had taught me.

But these were crude, cowardly Dwarves. What did they know about other people's feelings?

Nothing, it appeared.

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