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-Best of Intentions- scene addition for 2nd draft- Mistlynn/Rosalyn shenanigans 😅** not edited**

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Mistlynn breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down the last bracer. She placed her hands on her hips and gazed down at her work with satisfaction. She had finally finished Kili’s bracers, and the princes could now collect their completed pieces of light melee armor created with her own unique design. She had studied their iron armor closely and wanted to incorporate the runes of their house into the design so that no one doubted who their wearers were. She inlaid the perfectly oiled and polished leather with a dark indigo ink, giving the pieces a striking appearance.

 Even with the embarrassment she felt coupled with the strong tinges of irritation with the fact they took Luna from her, it didn’t deviate her from her original plans for the armor. They had every reason to be cross with her, and the fact that Luna seemed content to stay with the princes without fighting her way out to find her told her all she needed to know.

 They were her friends. No, they were as dear to her as own brothers.

 Her heart twinged at that. Brothers. The pain of losing Argos. Of hating Valinn. But what she felt for Fili and Kili existed on that plane, she could comfortably compare her endearment to them directly alongside Argos. Argos was no longer with her, he was gone. He had given his life so that she could live. And she had to honor that.

 She belonged here. And Luna sensed that.

 Erebor was now her home.

 And Thorin was her One. She had family once more.

 She took in a deep breath as she let those thoughts settle within her. The initial desire to run was still there, nagging her in the back of her mind. But she had promised. And she knew that Dis had been right. She had been looking for an excuse. The depths of her feelings for the Dwarf King had taken her completely by surprise. It had happened all at once, apparently, somewhere between bantering with him at the dinner table, fighting massive dwarf eating spiders and arguing with him over how he didn’t have to defend her honor.

 She blinked rapidly as her thoughts raced. The house of Durin. Soon to be her house, if the courting went well. She shivered. It seemed so surreal. But this is what Argos would have wanted for her. To be loved. He was the only one who had loved her truly, who had wished for her to have something more than just a cold empty tent with only Luna to sleep by.

Thorin was giving her so much more than she had ever dreamed of having.

 That fact was still terrifying, but she wanted it, more than anything in this world.

 She nodded to herself, a smile pulling at her mouth as she straightened her shoulders, resolve gleaming in her bright eyes. She began to put away her tools and tidy up her workstation.

 

She was due to meet Rosalyn, so that they could go and practice dancing. She was determined to not make a fool of herself at the ball. She didn’t want Thorin to regret his decision to publicly announce their courtship.

 She would make him proud to call her his One. She would not fail him.

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 Mistlynn had snuck back into her room to change into a fresh pair of her leather trousers and freshly laundered billowy white shirt. Her hair was braided tightly down her back, stray curls already escaping to frame her face.

 She was excited, yet nervous as they made their way to the distillery. They could hear the cheery patrons as they walked down the vast hall, the sounds of raucous laughter and clanking tankards letting them know that it was indeed a busy night.

 Rosalyn beamed at Mistlynn as they reached the main door, her friend just as excited to have a fun night without any worries other than enjoying a good drink and to practice some dancing. As they walked in, they saw a lot of soldiers were there, in armor Mistlynn didn’t recognize.

 “They are soldiers that accompanied Lord Dain and his family from the Iron Hills. Thorin's cousin.” Rosalyn had to shout over the roaring sound of over a hundred voices yelling over one another.

 “Ah.” Mistlynn nodded in understanding as her eyes scanned the crowd. There didn’t seem to be a lot of room for dancing, but Rosalyn didn’t seem deterred, so she decided to trust and follow her lead. Rosalyn grabbed ahold of her arm and led her towards the end of the bar that was brimming with Dwarrows and Dams alike.

 “2 ales please.” Rosalyn grinned as soon as she caught the eye of the barkeep. Mistlynn grimaced as the frothy beverage was set in front of her.

 “Drink up!” Rosalyn grinned as she tapped her tankard to Mistlynns before taking a big gulp. Mistlynn took a deep breath before raising her drink to her lips.

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An hour later…

 

“Sounds like its rowdier than normal.” Fili mused aloud as they made their way to the distillery bar.

 “Ya know its because of Dain’s bunch.” Bofur grinned as he rubbed his hands together eagerly. “I’m looking forward to the card games. They always have the best loot they bet.’

 “Oh, a jig!” Kili laughed as he heard the lively tempo of the band starting up. “I didn’t realize we were missing out this early in the night.”

 “If they dont hurry all the fun may be had.” Nori jiggled his coin purse jovially in his pockets. “I know Dain was most eager to get down here.”

 “Uncle was trying to find Mistlynn so he could introduce her to Dain and Sindri. But they couldn’t find her or her friend.” Fili commented offhandedly.

 Bofur had walked ahead of the group, and stopped right at the entrance, completely still as he watched the scene before him unfold.

“Well, I have good news then.” He looked over his shoulder at his friends, a broad grin stretched from ear to ear. “I found Mistlynn, and her bonnie baker friend.”

 “What?!” Kili laughed as he ran up next to Bofur, Fili and Nori close behind him.

 The sight that greeted them made their mouths drop open in surprise.

 “Oh no.” Fili groaned.

 “Ooohhh yes.” Nori crooned as he and Bofur began to elbow each other as they began to laugh.

 There were a lot of dams in the room, being spun about by their partners in time to the lively music that the band was playing.

However, in the middle of the room where a bigger rectangle table sat, there were two dams, one dressed in flowing white and blue skirts, the other in tight leather trousers, spinning each other around with linked arms, their outstretched hands holding their tankards of ale that were splashing out around them.

 There were dwarrows seated in the chairs drinking their own ales as they looked up at the two dams, highly amused at the impromptu dancing lesson the jovial strawberry blonde was trying to teach her friend.

 “Aule’s beard.” Fili ground out as he began to push through the crowd of merry dwarves. “Quick we must get them down before Uncle and Dwalin get here!” He shouted over his shoulder to his brother and friends, who were now laughing at the sight before them.

 Kili ran after his brother, still laughing. “Oh, they are just having some good fun, Fili. Dont ruin it for them.”

 “THEY are dancing on a table surrounded by Dwarrows. How do you think Uncle and Dwalin are going to respond to that?”

 “I dont know? Laugh? They aren’t doing anything wrong for Mahal’s sake. Lighten up a bit.” Kili clapped his brothers shoulder jovially. “Let’s not ruin their fun, alright? Mistlynn has had a rough week. We will get them down, but we got to let them think it’s their idea.”

 Fili growled. “Fine. But they are getting no more ale! Help me get them down!”

 “Say no more.” Kili grinned. They both looked up to see both dams stumbling out of a spin, giggling so hard they were breathless.

 “No, you did it wrong. I’m the Dwarrow, I’m supposed to spin you!” Rosalyn gestured wildly with her hand that held her tankard, sloshing out the majority of her drink.

 “I thought I was the Dwarrow, I’m the one wearing the trousers!” Mistlynn snorted as she gestured down to her pants before taking another swig of her drink, promptly finishing off the rest of it.  “Rosa! Darling. I need more ale!”

 “Say no more lass!” One of Dain’s soldiers holds out another overflowing tankard, replacing it with her empty one before handing another one towards Rosalyn.

 “Such service!” Rosalyn giggled as she took the full tankard. “Thank you, my dear fellow. I must teach her how to dance like a dam! It simply won’t do, spinning the King. He must spin you!”

 “He is probably better than I am at spinning. I’m not good at spinning. I get too dizzy.” Mistlynn sobered momentarily before taking another big drink of her ale.

 “That’s because you’re drinking too much! That’s why your dizzy, for Mahal’s sake Mist!” Fili pushed his way towards the table, so that he was looking up at swaying Mistlynn. Rosalyn snorted in her drink at the sight of the two princes before she began to giggle hysterically.

 Mistlynn placed her hand on her hip as she popped it out to the side, leveling him with a challenging look. “Oh, so now you’re talking to me. Hello Fili.”

 “Hello, Mistlynn.” Kili was grinning broadly. “You look like your having fun.”

 “I am.”

 “Why are you standing on the table?” Fili sighed. “Can you please get down?”

 “I am learning to dance, so no, I won’t be getting down.” Mistlynn replied flippantly as she looked away from Fili, taking another big gulp of her drink.

 “Dance down here, on the floor!” Fili pointed to the ground, his tone pleading.

 “No, I quite like it up here. Don’t we, Rosa?”

 “We do!” Rosalyn chirped as she skipped up to Mistlynn, grinning. “Another spin, shall we?”

 “Yes!” Mistlynn cheered. “Another song to spin to if you please!” Mistlynn called loudly over the crowd, pointing over to the band.

The musicians cheered in response before they led into an even quicker jaunt.  Mistlynn beamed as she threw her one free hand in the air, and the room erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

 Kili was laughing so hard he had to place his hands on his knees. “Oh Mahal. I can’t breathe.” He wheezed. “She even has the band at her beck and call.”

 Fili let out an exasperated breath as he watched Mistlynn attempt to curtsy while very tipsy. “You're not helping.”

 “Aye, we are helping.” Bofur cheerfully appeared next to him, his own tankard in hand. “We will keep a watchful eye on her, let her and Miss Rosie have their fun.”

 “She’s on a bloody table Bofur.” Fili huffed out in exasperation.

 “She’s with her friend dancin, not being touched by a single dwarrow. She is quite safe. No one would dare touch either one of them.”

 “Bofur is right brother.” Kili wiped the tears from his eyes as he was finally able to catch his breath. “We will … stand guard. Let the ladies dance.”

 “Fine.” Fili grumbled. “But no more ale, for either one of them.”

 “Another won’t hurt, the damage is already done.” Nori snickered as he walked up, his own drink in hand. “They won’t remember a moment of this tomorrow, mark me.”

They watched as Rosalyn attempted to lead Mistlynn into a fast paced dance, but Mistlynn was struggling with the steps. They watched her step back in frustration.

“I dont get this dance, Rosa!” She threw back the rest of her ale, downing it in one gulp before throwing her hands up in the air. “I say we just dance! No partners! Who needs partners!”

 Rosalyn began to laugh hysterically as Mistlynn reached back and pulled her hair free from the messy braid. Her wild curls fell down the entire length of her back, stopping right at the curve of her waist. She tossed her head from side to side, and a thunderous cheer rose from the rest of the patrons.

 Rosalyn followed suit, pulling her hair down from its elegant bun and began to move her body in time with the music as Mistlynn was. Mistlynn raised her arms in the air and began to spin, laughing joyously with her feet in step to the lively tune.

 Fili covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a groan. “Oh, great Yavanna, no.”

 Another damn carrying two tankards of ale waltzed up to the table and held her arm out towards Mistlynn. “Mind if I join ye?” she called. “I brought ye another drink!” 

 Mistlynn grinned, her eyes gleaming. She helped the dam up onto the tabletop and took the drink that was offered her. “The more the merrier!” She beamed.

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 Some time later…

 “Oh, no! No no no! They dont need any more give me those!” Fili grabbed the brimming tankards from the dwarrow that was bringing another round for Mistlynn and Rosalyn.

 “I am sorry my Lord, they said they were thirsty.” The dwarrow bowed his head at Fili, his voice contrite.

 “For water!” Fili tried to contain the hiccup that felt like it was stuck at the base of his throat. He looked at the ale in his hand with dread. “They need water.”

 The dwarrow nodded “Of course my Lord.” 

 Fili turned toward Kili, who was laughing merrily at something Bofur whispered to him. “Here, drink up.”

 Kili groaned as he took the tankard. “Not another one.”

 Fili belched, grimacing as he rubbed chest. “I’m so drunk. I can’t drink anymore.”

 “Nonsense! You're not drunk, your fine!” Nori clapped the blonde prince on the back, making him stumble forward to knock into Kili.

 “You drink it then.” Fili grumbled. “I’ve intercepted every other drink that has been brought to them. Mahal, how are they still standing?’

 Kili took and chugged the ale halfway, before giving up. He let out a loud burp as he passed it off to Bofur. “Here. For the future Queen.”

 “Bottoms up lads!” Bofur cheered.

 Fili finished the tankard, stumbling back slightly. He fell into something solid. A firm hand settled on his shoulder to steady him. He looked back before letting out a nervous chuckle. “Uncle. You're here.”

 “Steady on there, lad.” Dain chuckled as he stood next to Thorin, who was looking up at the table with a disbelieving yet humored look on his face.

 “Uncle! Dwalin! We found them. Fret not, we kept them safe.” Kili grinned as he swayed on his feet.

 “By my beard, what is goin on?” Dwalin groused, his eyebrows raised as high as they would go. “Why is their hair down? Why are they on the table?”

 “All good questions my friend.” Bofur chortled from his seat next to the table. “They were practicing their dancing; I wager for tomorrow night.”

 “On the bloody table? Who gave them ale?” Dwalin pressed, his voice low.

 ���Everyone.” Fili hiccupped. “Everyone has been giving them ale. We have been drinking as much of it as we could before it got to them.” The blonde prince slurred slightly as he grabbed ahold of Thorin’s arm. “Sorry, the room keeps moving.”

 Dain threw his head back and laughed jovially. The redheaded warrior leaned over to look at Dwalin, who was eyeing Rosalyn with concern evident in his eyes. “That’s yer Rosie, I take it?”

 Rosalyn was giggling joyously, her strawberry locks bouncing with each step as she spun around. She hadn’t noticed the newcomers.

“Aye.” Dwalin’s throat bobbed as he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

 Dain nodded approvingly. “She’s a bonnie lass, to be sure.”

 Thorin’s eyes were scanning through the group of laughing dams that were having the time of their lives dancing on the table. After a moment a flash of platinum broke through the mass of blonde, brunette, black and red locks of hair that were teeming together in rhythm.

He saw her throw up her hands, her arms curling and twisting in the air as she swayed in time to the sound of the instruments. Her head was thrown back, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright as she laughed. Her curls were fanned out, catching the golden light of the room.

 He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her dance, entirely enraptured in her own world as she moved in a way that was all her own. Her walls were completely down, as if they had never existed. He already knew that he was in love her and had been for a while. But it was at this moment, that he knew he was irrevocably lost to her in every sense of his being. In this moment, he saw no one else but her.

 After a moment, she caught sight of him. Her eyes brightened even more as she grinned at him. He felt his heart skip a beat as he returned her gaze, his own smile growing. She gave a surprisingly graceful curtsy, her wild hair sweeping the top of the table before she righted herself and tossed the mass of platinum curls over her shoulders. She walked forward and jumped off the table, landing perfectly without issue, despite her healthy intake of ale.

 “My king.” She purred with a catlike grin as she approached him with an extra sway to her step, her eyes glassy with drink.

 “M’eudail.” He greeted, amused at her very flirtatious attitude. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

 “I’ve been here this whole time; I wasn’t trying to hide.” she teased.

 Dain’s laugh was loud as he clapped Thorin on the back. “This is her then?” Dain wiggled his brows at Thorin, who still hadn’t removed his gaze from saucy female in front of them.

 Thorin clicked his tongue behind his teeth in amusement, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he smirked back. “The one and only.”

 Dain inclined his head to her as he bowed deeply. “It is truly an honor lass. He hasn’t stopped talking about you since I set foot in Erebor.”

 “All good things I hope?”

 “He has only sung your praises.” Dain grinned.

 Mistlynn giggled. “He lied to you. I’m nothing but trouble. Just ask Master Dwalin.”

 The crowd within earshot of them all erupted with laughter, but Dain’s was the loudest by far. Dwalin grumbled under his breath as tried to get Rosalyn’s attention so that he could help her off the table.

 “I thought you didn’t like ale.” Thorin quirked an eyebrow at her. “Fili was just telling me how much you both have had.”

 Mistlynn swayed on her feet as she giggled. She stepped closer to him so that she could place a finger against his lips. “Sshhh dont worry your beautiful, bearded face about me. The ale here is so much better than in Dale.”

 Thorin’s eyes widened incredulously as everyone burst out laughing at her words. Not even Dwalin could help the snort that left him. “My beautiful, bearded face?” he repeated, his words shushed as he tried to talk around her finger that was still pressed to his lips.

 Mistlynn giggled again as she swayed into his chest, so that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Her hand trailed down from his lips to stop at the middle of his chest. “Dance with me? I’ve been practicing.”

 “I saw that.” He chuckled as he brought a hand up to cover hers, trapping her against him. “But I think it might be best if I escort you to your room.”

 Mistlynn gasped, affronted at the idea of leaving. “I am not ready to leave, the night is still young.”

 “Lass after my own heart!” Dain chuckled as he watched the exchange between Thorin and Mistlynn. “Why dont we go get some more drinks lads?” he winked at Thorin, “Let our King give his lady a twirl around the room.”

 “Mistlynn wouldn’t let me spin her!” Rosalyn shouted out boisterously, once she realized that Mistlynn was no longer dancing with her on the table and was instead flirting with her One. “She needs to be spinned!”

 “Ibine, please come down from there.” Dwalin held his hand out as he tried to coax her down.

 Rosalyn giggled, covering her mouth with both hands as an adorable snort escaped mid giggle. “You called me your gem.”

 Dwalin sighed. “Yes. I did. Please take my hand.”

 “Will you spin me?”

 “I dont think that would be wise.”

 “No, I shall stay up here. My friends will spin me.”

 “Oh, for Yavanna’s sake.” Dwalin ground out as he shot Thorin a helpless look.  “Dont make me come up there and fetch ye.”

 Mistlynn giggled. “Oh no. Dont throw her over your shoulder.” She called out, before leaning closer to Thorin again and whispering, albeit loudly. “We actually like being thrown over a broad muscley shoulder. But we dont you Dwarrows to know that. It’s a secret.”

 Thorin leaned down slightly. “Is that so?”

 Mistlynn bit her bottom lip as she nodded. “Especially if that shoulder is connected to a beautifully bearded face.”

 Thorin chuckled. “You seem to be fond of that term.”

 “I’ve always thought it, just never aloud.” She whisper shouted as her hands grabbed onto his jacket, trying to shake him as if using that to emphasis the validity of her confession.

 “There are so many beautifully bearded faces in this mountain, whoever are you talking about?” He grinned teasingly, enjoying how her mouth opened into a big ‘O’ as her eyes grew comically wide. “Any other dwarrows tossing you over their shoulder when you’re being a brat?”

She tried to smack his shoulder but stumbled further against him. “Your stupidly handsome face is the only one I would call beautifully bearded.”

 Thorin’s shoulders shook as tried to contain his laughter. Her nose was wrinkled up adorably as she scowled at him. He fought the urge to lean down and kiss her, to kiss that scowl right off her face. “And that is exactly why I should take you back to your room. You wouldn’t be telling me any of this if you were clear headed.”

 “Maybe I would. If you would stop distracting me.”

 An excitable squeal interrupted them. Thorin looked over at Dwalin, who had just caught Rosalyn in his arms as she spun herself right off the tabletop. “Oops.” Rosalyn giggled

 “Alright. Now that’s done. Off we go now.” Dwalin announced, shooting a pointed look at Thorin before turning and walking towards the exit.

 “Wait!” Rosalyn shouted as she peered over Dwalin’s shoulder. “We weren’t done yet.”

 “Och yer done. Both of ye, dont fret.”

 Thorin grinned as he looked back down at Mistlynn, who now had a pout on her lips. “We weren’t done dancing yet. I wanted to practice before the ball.” Her voice grew quiet. “I didn’t want to embarrass you, Because I have never danced before this. This was my first time; Rosalyn was teaching me.”

 His expression softened as he listened to her unguarded confession. The flush of her already pink cheeks deepened to scarlet as she looked down at his chest, where her fingers were fiddling with the embroidery on the edges of his jacket.

 “I’m surprised to hear that.” He chuckled warmly as he placed a finger under her chin, coaxing her to look back up at him. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

 Her eyes widened at his statement. His thumb caressed over the dip between her bottom lip and chin. “You won’t embarrass me.”  He left no room for her to disagree. She gave him a shy smile as she allowed her body to relax.

 “You make me feel like I swallowed a bunch of butterflies.” She whispered again before giving him another unburdened smile. “That’s why I was always so irritated with you.”

 “Giving away all your secrets now?’ Thorin scanned the room quickly to see Dwalin standing by the exit with Rosalyn who was waving her arms eagerly to gain Mistlynn’s attention. Dwalin jerked his head back, obvious he was urging them to join them. Apparently, Rosalyn didn’t want to leave without her friend.

 “It wasn’t a secret.” She sighed dreamily. “It was so frustratingly obvious.”

 “Ok let’s get you back to your room. You have a big day tomorrow.” He chuckled as he tried to turn her around to lead her out of the room.

 “But I’m not done dancing.” Mistlynn whined petulantly. “Just a little while longer.”

 “Let’s get you some tea and maybe some of Bombur’s rolls and stew? I know that’s a favorite of yours.”

 “I’m not hungry. I ate before coming here.” She dug her heels into the floor as he tried to coax her forward.

“Why are you trying to get rid of me?” she asked suspiciously.

 He sighed exasperatedly. “Mahal Mist, I am not! You have had too much ale.”

 Mistlynn giggled. “You haven’t had enough ale. You need to catch up.” She spun back around quickly, taking him by surprise. “You should come get another drink with me, and we can dance.”

 “I dont need to have a drink to dance with you.” He took her hand in his and proceeded to spin her out away from him. She gasped in surprise as he pulled her back, twirling her skillfully under his arm before catching her and promptly dipping her back.

One leg went up into the air as he dipped her all the way down, her hair sweeping the ground before lifting her back up. A squeak escaped her as he spun her around quickly again once she was back on her feet, and before she could react, his arm went behind her knees and he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

 She blinked as she tried to stop the room from spinning as cheers erupted around them. Thorin was grinning broadly as he looked down at her. She could feel the chuckle rumbling in his chest as she stared at him with her mouth open in shock. “Less ale for you if you want to dance with me. I want you to be able to keep up.”

 “Way to sweep her off her feet Uncle.” Kili smirks as he and Fili walked up, still slightly inebriated themselves.

 “We are coming back with you. I need something with bread.” Fili groaned.

 “I didn’t realize you were such a light weight.” Thorin chuckled as he began to walk towards the exit, where Dwalin was impatiently waiting with a swaying Rosalyn.

 “I am not and you know it!” Fili cried in outrage. “I kept her from getting blacked out drunk on the table. Everyone thought it would be good fun to give the ladies all the drinks they could want. She was just throwing them back like a hobbit during a midsummer eve’s feast!” He took a deep steadying breath. “I’m shocked both of them are still capable of speech.” He grumbled.

 “I can still walk thank you very much, wolf stealer.” Mistlynn growled as she wiggled in Thorin’s grip.

 “Ha, and capable of biting too.” Kili laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows tauntingly at Mistlynn, who just glowered at the two princes.

 “Enough of that.” Thorin set Mistlynn on her feet, giving her a moment to rediscover her balance.

 Rosalyn giggled at the sight of Mistlynn. “There you are, I didn’t know where you went.” She stumbled toward Mistlynn and wrapped her in a tight hug.

 “Alright ladies, lets go.” Thorin shared a look with Dwalin, who just shook his head in response.

 “Aule help us.”  Dwalin grumbled as he eyed the dams with suspicion.

 In a blink of an eye, Mistlynn and Rosalyn joined hands and began to dash forward, laughing and giggling as they ran.

 “Mahal has a sense of humor, that is for certain.” Thorin huffed out a laugh as Dwalin groaned before they started to run after the two dams.

 Fili just shook his head, as Kili threw his head back and laughed. “I’m not running after them.”

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Thank you my babes @fizzyxcustard for reading through this making sure I’m not crazy for writing this scene. It was a lot of fun. 😅 these add ins to the story have been so much fun and the character development just in these little additions is just insane for me to see as I write them.

I felt like the rough draft was severely lacking. All these additions will be in my final draft 🙌🏻

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lil consort!bilbo warmup thang...

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Pre Game Plot

As this game is technically an everyone lives AU, here is a simply story to help you understand what happened to get us here!

Warning: a small amount of fantasy war.

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Thorin fell to the icy ground with a grunt, the pale orc bringing his blade down from above him aimed at his chest. His reaction was that of instinct and the clang of steel hitting steel filled the air as the dwarven king used the last of his strength to hold back the foul creatures attack with Orcrist. His arms shook and his body burned but the vision of a honey curled hobbit stood in the back of his mind, forcing him to keep going, to survive. Though as the snow began to fall around them and his dwarven strength weakened, his will was slowly crumbling down to the earth with it. He could hear Dwalin somewhere in the battle behind him and the sharp voice of his hobbit a few levels down the narrow cliffs, but alone he stood against his enemy. Or so he thought.

The arrow hit before its whistle met Thorin’s ears, the sharp steel imbedding itself into the orcs flesh. The beast stumbled, its focus lost and not gained quick enough to dodge the glittering steel that cut through its throat. Thorin’s vision was blinded with the splatter of black blood as the beast’s head come off only returning to the sight of a pair of two worried eyes watching him from above. One a deep hazel, the other bluer that the depth of the ocean.

“Fili? Kili?” he questioned with a quiver in his voice.

The young dwarrow only grinned in return, bringing their uncle towards them in a desperate embrace.

And just like that, the battle was won.

The orcs fled, the races of men and elf were met with honor and aid for their allyship, the dwarves retuned to the mountain, and soon things began to heal. Soldiers healed their wounds and minds. Food healed hungry bellies. The mountain healed her stone and hallways. All things seemed well in the world once again. All things but one. The charcoaled earth that surrounded the mighty dwarven mountain, scorched by the hatred and hunger of the fire drake refused to bear life once more. Thorin took note of the way his husband’s eyes would skim over the lifeless dirt with anguish (and how the distributions of food grew smaller with each delivery, Erebor’s and Dale’s dependency on the elves supplies slowly wearing thin) and an idea began to form in his mind. So when Bilbo returned to the shire to collect what belongings he deemed worthy of bringing back to the Lonely Mountain, the small hobbit returned with not only a crate of old toby he had lost in a bet with Nori, but with three other hobbits, all wide eyed and open to wondrous possibilities. Though he had asked for three dozen, only three were willing to leave the cozy life of the Shire to help regrow the life around Erebor. But three would be enough, for Thorin had long ago learnt you should never underestimate a hobbit.

[introverting-rn]

battle of five armies fix-it where bilbo steps forward and tells dain of thorin’s gold sickness before the dwarves and elves can begin to fight, and therefore:

- they have time before the were-worms arrive to discuss things slightly more peacefully, creating a more efficient battle plan

- they don’t start the war having already been dealt casualties, and the armies trust each other, therefore collaborating with more ease

- dain shouts something encouraging and probably explicit at the company, prompting them to aid the fight as much as they can from the battlements, shooting enemies, using their position to warn dain of advances, etc

- dain’s speech, rather than dwalin’s confrontation, prompts thorin to seek solace in the gold, so their advance happens earlier, with more dwarves still alive to help them get to azog

- plus, azog gets less time to set up his trap

- everyone is more careful to protect thorin; the iron foot army in canon was wary of him, but seeing dain’s heartbreak when he hears of thorin’s sickness makes them determined to keep him alive. a few of them even grab goats and follow thorin to ravenhill, allowing dwalin to get to thorin and prevent azog from fatally wounding him

- dain instantly adopts bilbo as his favourite. this doesn’t affect the outcome of the war, i just love dain

please, just. we know how much one small thing can change the course of a whole war, and we know how often that small thing turns out to be a hobbit, and i need this, okay?

[ronidrakaina]

I posted the first chapter finally!!! Battle of the Five Armies Time Loop Fix It ! 🏔️⚔️💎

me when i think about how thorin was the most affectionate towards bilbo when he was under the goldsickness. the greed disease made him greedy and it was the only time he let himself not only want him but actively show his love when before? thorin would never. because he knew bilbo had a life to go back to, because he knew that most wouldn’t be supportive/understanding of their relationship, because he knew he couldn’t keep him

but thorin was being greedy.

[plussizefantasia]

Hey! Can I get a Thorin x f!reader where the company doesn’t believe in her because of her size and the fact that she’s a woman and then she totally kicks ass and doesn’t care what they think. And he totally regrets ever doubting her? Fluff ending if you can please!!

You Saved Me

Thorin x Warrior!reader

WC: ~3k

warnings: violence, death, it's essentially a botfa re-write so...

a/n: thank you for the request, this was entirely written in a burst of passion at midnight so if they're are any typos I'm sorry, let me know and I'll fix them <3

You were a feared warrior, one with skills you’d been honing since you could walk. Your parents had been killed by an orc pack when you were but a baby and you were taken in by the rangers who found you crying by the bodies of your loved ones. Almost a year ago you were sent a letter by that blasted grey wizard, an invitation, or maybe a plea you weren't sure anymore. Join a company of dwarves on their quest, and keep them safe. That is all he asked of you.

You had tried, you really had tried to keep them safe but when those blasted dwarves took one look at you and decided that there wasn't any possible way you knew anything about fighting, it became difficult. You had several moments where all you wanted to do was clobber them over the head, but you refrained. 

The whole journey was wrought with their endless need to remind you that you were a woman, a bigger one at that. They must’ve thought you hadn’t noticed or something of that nature, for surely they wouldn’t keep bringing it up if not to hurt you on purpose. They never forgot to tell you how much they thought you were soft, incapable, fragile. 

You’d shown them time and time again that this wasn't the case, incapacitating two of the trolls when they were all tied up in sacks ready to be cooked for dinner. You were defending  Ori when you were discovered by the warg scouts before your arrival at Rivendell. You were the first to join ranks and fend off the hundreds of bloodthirsty goblins in Goblin-town. Not to mention how you risked your life for Thorin’s when Azog attacked. You had run in with no weapon, just pure adrenaline and a need to save your leader.Not that you would ever tell him that. Tell any of them that.

Thorin was certainly one of a kind. He was undoubtedly cold, it was his nature, he had lost too much in too short a time to be willing to open himself up to others. Especially when the ‘others’ consisted of a woman ranger he hadn’t wanted on the quest in the first place. You understood though, you too had lost too much.

You wouldn't say that he warmed up to you, but it didn’t seem like he hated you as much as he did in the beginning. You had even caught him smiling once or twice when you cuffed Fili and Kili over the head at their cheeky remarks about your size.

 Over and over again you’ve defended these idiotic men, and yet nothing changed, they still had no faith. Most of them treated you horribly not that you think they noticed. It was hard to ignore their callousness when it came to you, especially compared to the warmth they shared with one another. There were several nights when their words became too much and you had to stray from camp in order to let the tears fall out of sight. But you had promised Gandalf that you would protect them, and if that meant staying even when it was obvious you weren't wanted, then that is what you’d do.

It wasn’t until Thorin, overtaken with his dragon sickness had cast you out that you had finally decided you were done. Done with dwarves, done with being underestimated and belittled at every moment.

“You will never be good enough, you are a burden to all those around you, a burden I no longer wish to be saddled with!” He had yelled from his position on the ramparts as you descended from the same rope that the hobbit had used just moments before. 

Thorin had never been cruel, aloof maybe, but never cruel. You knew deep down that it was his addled mind that allowed this cruelty to spew from his mouth. Thorin may not have known you loved him, but you had thought the two of you had reached a sort of understanding, a mutual bond forged by the danger you’d overcome together. Apparently not.

You joined Gandalf’s side as he spoke to Thorin. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from yelling back at the King Under the Mountain. It wasn't until you heard Thorin’s reply that you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“I will have war!” He yelled.

“You will have death!” You had screamed back “You will have death for you and your kin if you do not stop this foolishness Oakenshield!” With that, you turned and headed back towards the gates of Dale. If there really was to be a war you would be needed, to protect those who could not protect themselves.

You heard the horns of war in the distance and shook your head. Foolish dwarves doing foolish things. You kept running towards Dale hoping to be of some use. 

Arriving at the old armory, you pulled out an old steel sword, one dating back to before the fall of the city. It wasn’t as good as the eleven blades that the elves of Mirkwood confiscated when you were captured, but it was well-balanced. The hilt was wrapped in old black leather, well worn and rough against your skin. 

You didn’t have time to sift for a better weapon, so you took the sword and ran. Bursting out onto the street your eyes scanned for danger. You took in all the rubble, some new and some old from the dragon attack years ago. The screaming of a group of people made you cease your reminiscing and run towards them. 

Taking down several enemies as you run, you finally round the corner into the main square. Landing your sight on Bain, Sigrid, and Tilda. Bain doing his very best to defend his sisters. You run forward without hesitation and trade blows with the monster in front of you, taking him down in no time at all.

“Are you all alright?” You ask rushing towards the girls and helping them down from the cart they had used as a hiding spot.

“We’re fine ma’am” Tilda responds in a shaky voice

“You all were very brave, but now it's time to head to the hall where everyone else is. Take cover, the battlefield is not safe for children I assure you.”

“But-” Bain had cut in.

“No, Bain, I know what your Da has asked of you but I’m telling you to take cover.”

He hesitated but nodded and took his sisters towards the main hall where the rest of the women and children were hiding.

You continue to take down the orcs and their armies as you run toward the main battlefield. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” You hear your name being called, rotating quickly your eyes fall on the hobbit who had become very dear to you over the course of the Journey.

“Bilbo, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You rushed out

“No. No, I’m fine it’s Thorin.”

“Thorin? What’s happened with Thorin where is he?” Your questioning picked up in intensity.

“The Pale Orc is atop Ravenhill, and Thorin, Dwalin, Fili, and Kili have all gone to kill him.” The Hobbit responded just as rushed.

Without another word, you grab the back of the Hobbit’s coat and drag him behind you. Your eyes quickly scan the horizon, taking inventory of anything that could get you to the top of the Mountain quickly. You spot Lord Dain, on his royal ram, and make a plan in your head.

Hobbit still in your grasp you sprint across the field towards the Dwarf Lord,

“Lord Dain! I need your ram.”

“W-What?!” He sputters.

“I am not asking.” You huff out a frustrated breath and use the hand not currently gripping your friend to shove the dwarf off of his steed, quickly taking his place and beginning your trek to the mountain. Sending a quick prayer to whatever being there might be to keep your love safe. Just long enough for you to kill him yourself.

Once you are sure he won’t fall off you let go of your hold on Bilbo and scan the ground flying past you for any more weapons you could use.

Seeing a discarded elven bow and quiver ahead of you, you steer the ram towards it and scoop it off the ground and into your grasp. Five Arrows, you’ll have to use them wisely, but it’s better than nothing.

You look towards Ravenhill, watching as the dwarves you have reluctantly come to care for dismount their own steed. Pushing your heels into the sides of your own ram you pray to any gods out there that you’ll make it in time. 

You meet a few obstacles on your journey, the occasional orc arrow to be deflected, and even a troll who had fallen right in front of you. Nevertheless, in no time at all you reach the peak and search for the men you came to aid. 

You only see Thorin and Dwalin as they fight their way through hordes of creatures of the dark. You leap into the fray and call out to the two warriors

“Where are the princes?” 

“They’ve gone to search the structure.”

A yell coming from the tower quickly puts that thought to rest. You slash down the last monster before you quickly shift to see a sight that you’ll have a hard time forgetting. The pale orc holds Fili in his grasp. You immediately grasp your bow and nock an arrow. 

The pale orc is too absorbed in his victory speech to notice you pulling back the string. With a deep breath, you let an arrow loose and send a quick prayer that it hits its target. Not a second later you hear a deep grunt and see that your aim is true. The arrow lodged itself deep into the meat of the arm holding the dwarf prince. He drops Fili in surprise and your eyes widen in fear. However, it is short-lived as Fili pulls a dagger out of nowhere and wedges into the stone of the tower, slowing his descent.

Four arrows left. 

Azog staggers back and he catches himself on the wall behind him. His eyes find yours and you try not to shudder at the rage within him. This is a benefit you tell yourself. An angry enemy is a distracted enemy. His rage will be his downfall, you’ll make sure of it.

Fili lets go of the dagger and drops the rest of the distance, landing on his feet and quickly running to your side. Moments later, Kili runs from the tower and practically lunges for his brother. 

“You idiot Fee.” The brother's embrace is hard and you’re a little worried they’ll suffocate each other. Eventually, Kili lets go and turns to you, “Thank you. And I’m sorry.” 

“No need for apologies Kili. Gandalf asked me to protect you, and that’s what I’ve done.”

“Still, I underestimated you, I won’t do it again.” You nod at the prince and clap a hand on his shoulder. 

“I have to go help your uncle, don’t follow me, and whatever you do don’t split up. You’re stronger together.”

“Aye.” They both reply and send a single nod your way.

You clutch your bow and scan your surroundings, a trail of black blood and a broken arrow stem point the way to the Pale Orc’s location. 

“Fili, you wouldn’t happen to have an extra dagger would you?” You turn and ask. He smirks and opens his coat. 

“Take your pick Lass.”

After grabbing two matching daggers from Fili you begin jogging towards the frozen waterfall. You are single-minded in your task, ignoring the shouts of battle from below and the wails of the dying. You cannot let yourself get distracted. Distraction means death and you can’t help anyone when you’re dead.

You come upon a scene that you’d only ever had nightmares about. Thorin and Azog facing off on a barren plane. Neither is holding back and you force yourself to push past the terror that grips your heart. As you run towards your king you begin releasing arrows one after the other. 

Four. Three. Two. One. None.

Each arrow pierces the flesh of the monster pushing him back and back. Blow after blow sends him staggering and gives Thorin the advantage. He swings his sword and slashes at the beast.  But Azog does not fall. 

He yells. He stands and he starts returning blows. They are sloppy, his mace has no aim. It doesn’t need to, the force he puts behind it means he really only has to land one blow. 

You can’t run fast enough to cover the distance, especially not on the ice. Nevertheless, you keep pushing. Your legs burn and so do your lungs but you keep going. You race against time and fate to reach the dwarf you love. 

Thorin falls. The orc closes in. You run.

And run, and run, and run. 

You don’t notice the battle cry that rips from your body, but the orc does. 

He looks up and a sneer crosses his face. 

You get closer.

You pull your daggers.

The orc stands. 

You take a running jump.

Azog runs. 

You smile.

This is foolish. You understand that, not even you as skilled as you are could take down a beast such as this. But you’ll try because you made two promises. One to Gandalf, that you would keep the company safe. And another to yourself, that if you survived this you would stop being afraid, you would tell Thorin you love him and… 

Your daggers land in the Pale Orc’s shoulder blades. You hold on for dear life. His roar of pain nearly deafens you but you hold on still. Ripping one blade from his body you jab it at his neck. He grabs the back of your coat and pulls you away, you scratch him but nothing more. He lifts you into the air and looks into your eyes. The rage is still there, along with smugness, bloodlust, curiosity, and then - shock. His grip loosens and you fall to the ground. 

You scramble away from him, grasping the ice with shaking hands. You stand and turn. Azog is still, frozen in time. Except now, there is a sword piercing his chest. Right where his heart should be, protrudes a sword you know very well. 

Azog grips the blade and looks at you, then falls. He doesn’t get up.

Behind him stands Thorin, looking mightier than you’ve ever seen him. His hair is a mess and there is blood on his face and hands. Yet he’s never looked better. You run towards him and throw yourself into his arms. A laugh escapes you and you let yourself feel for a moment. Feel grateful, and scared and everything you’ve been holding back for the past few days. 

Thorin’s grip on you is strong and you can feel the tremor in his hands as he guides them up and down your back.

“You saved me.” His deep timber pulls you from your thoughts. “Why?”

“I made a promise to Gan-”

“No, you fulfilled your pledge to the Wizard the moment we made it to the mountain, yet you stayed. Why?” Thorin pulls his chest away from yours and attempts to catch your gaze with his.

“Is this really the time?” You ask. 

“When else?” He cocks his head to the side.

“Perhaps after the battle is over?” You fully pull away from him then. 

Thorin pauses, perhaps like you, he had briefly forgotten the battle warring on below you in a moment of joy. But he nods to you and walks back toward the lifeless body of your foe. He rips his sword out of the body. He flips Azog onto his back so his lifeless eyes gaze emptily at the sky. Thorin turns to you, “Perhaps you should look away.” he addresses you.

You simply raise an eyebrow at him. He nods and grasps the sword firmly. From one moment to the next Thorin separates Azog’s head from his body. He takes hold of it and walks towards the edge of the frozen lake, which looks out onto the field below. 

He lets out a mighty shout and hoists the fallen orc’s head into the air. Shrieks echo from below and the enemy begins to retreat. 

You’ve won.

Thorin drops his head and turns to face you, a rare smile graces his face and for the first time since you met him, it truly seems like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders, for at least a moment.

It takes you three seconds to get in front of him, one second to grab ahold of his head, and another to kiss him. Five seconds, five seconds of bravery that you will probably never be able to muster again.

Thorin kisses you back with fervor, gripping you as through he thought you might fade away. Eventually, the need for air separates you. 

“That is why I saved you,” you whisper into the space between you, “because a life without you in it is one I do not wish to bear.”

“You’ll never have to.” is his reply before his mouth is on you again. Where the first kiss was full of passion, a burst of adrenaline between two people. This one is slow, like Thorin is savoring the moment like he is trying to memorize what it is like to have you. The moment is bliss, it's everything you wanted and thought you couldn’t have. 

And then it is ruined. A sharp whistle and laugh from across the lake separates the two of you once more. You turn and see Fili and Kili, holding each other and worse for wear but alive and smiling which you’ll take as a win.

The boys make their way towards you, Thorin never releases his hold on your waist.

“Is it over?” Fili asks.

‘It is now.” Thorin responds.

“Now what?” Kili pops up. Scanning the area around him.

‘We live.” Is your simple reply. Like Kili, you take a moment to look around you. And you really like what you see.

[shantismurf]

Bagginshield Fic Search Assistance, please! (FOUND)

Clever image by @notgilderoylockhart thank you!

I have been beating my head against the search filters for some time to no avail, trying to find what I think must be just a specific part of a larger quest redo or fix-it. As part of post-BotFA Erebor reclamation Bilbo is adopted by each family of the Company one at a time.

It was much like amethystviolist and xkingevelynx's Of Kin and Courtships, but it was published long before that one and it was all of the Company rather than just the Ris and Urs arguing over him.

I believe Dwalin and Balin ended up adopting him first. I feel like the dwarves from Ered Luin were already in the mountain bcs Gimli and Gloin's wife were there, I think? I could be wrong on that.

They had adoption contracts and gifts, and they spaced out the adoptions a few days or weeks so Bilbo could live with each family for a bit. It is possible that it was Fem!Bilbo, but I don't think it was 🤔 It's not An Eye for Quality by Linelen, either, although the whole Company eventually adopts Bilbo in that too, but Fili and Kili were first.

Thank you!

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Edit: This lovely scene is in the fem!Bilbo work Wear a Flower in Your Hair (You're Beautiful) by JackQuaker, which I highly recommend!

[enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog]

The Best of Intentions — snippet #3- character development- confrontations/ misunderstandings- continued -

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She held her head high as she walked down from the royal suites, keeping her eyes transfixed ahead. She tried not to think too long or hard on who and what she was about to leave behind. She knew Rosalyn was going to be devastated, but she didn’t think she could bring herself to actually leave if she stopped to say her goodbyes.

She only hoped that Dis and Rosalyn would continue to be friends, and that she would find happiness with Dwalin if he ever worked up the courage to court her.

 She felt on edge as she drew closer to the main gates. She knew she drew attention to herself dressed in her Frost drake armor, Luna keeping stride at her side. She knew she was free to leave, unless Thorin wanted to make her pay for her the role she played in the disruption of his sparring session.

 She hoped he didn’t. That he would just let her go, like she asked for him to when he held her close to him that last time.

 Her heart and chest felt like it was bruised purple with the blows she had taken in the matter of just an hour. Each twist of her stomach or stutter of her heart made her body ache, so much more than she had ever felt before. Even with the sudden passing of Argos. That had hurt her, changed her no doubt.

But this betrayal, this death of a dream she had slowly been coming around to envisioning for herself, a happiness she never thought she would ever find for herself, was excruciating. She felt the bruising far beyond her heart, she felt it in the very marrow of her bones.

 

As she approached the gate, she saw the normal guards on duty. Nothing seemed amiss, no one was yelling for her name or telling her to halt. She was both relieved and disappointed at the realization she would be able to walk out freely, with no reason to stop and look back.

She drew her shoulders back tighter as she walked towards the guards with a cool confidence.

 

It was at the very last moment that their axes crossed down in front of her and Luna, their faces as rigid and emotionless as stone.  She breathed in sharply, her heart stopping in dread.

 “Let me pass.” She tilted her chin challengingly as she stared down the guard closest to her unblinkingly.

 “You are not permitted to leave without an escort my Lady.” The guard stated sternly. He didn’t even seem phased as Luna stood over Mistlynn’s shoulder, her tongue lolling in the summer heat so that her sharp canines were on full display.

 “On whose authority?” she demanded coldly, hoping against all odds it wasn’t who she thought it was.

 “Mine.” A deep voice rumbled from the left of them, in the shadowed guard room she hadn’t even noticed right under the top turret.  Her stomach twisted painfully, an invisible fist squeezing her lungs as she allowed her eyes to flutter closed for a brief moment. She heard the familiar, heavy footsteps approach, causing a faint curse to hiss out under her breath. She steeled herself as she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

 

She was surprised to see him dressed so casually, as if he had changed from his sparring gear in a hurry. He was in black trousers and boots with a blue tunic that was so dark it nearly looked black until the sunlight gave away its true depth of color. His black jacket was unbuttoned, allowing her to see the full details that were engraved on the silver buckles and designs on his black leather belt.

 She swallowed nervously, forcing her eyes back up to his face after her quick perusal of his unusual attire. She had never seen him so disheveled. She felt a stab of guilt twist and meld into her already aching chest. She then reminded herself of Briela’s courting necklace, and who it was who was courting her. The reminder did nothing.

 “Are you keeping me against my will? Throwing me in the dungeons?” She fought to keep her voice steady as she arched an eyebrow in challenge.

 His lips quirked up into a smirk, although the storm raging in his eyes spoke of a different emotion he was fighting to contain. It rattled her, and for the first time since she met him, she felt a sliver of fear lance through her.

 Maybe this time she pushed him too far.

 

He looked over her head and gestured with a head tilt, giving someone a silent command he had planned out before her arrival. She turned her head quickly to see who he was gesturing too, and saw Fili and Kili walking towards them, their faces serious.

They approached Luna, greeting only her with smiles. Fili pulled out some jerky from his jacket pocket and fed an eager Luna, who was unconcerned with the current turn of events.

 She felt her jaw drop in outrage as she watched Luna’s tail begin to wag as Fili and Kili began to lead her away.

 “Wait one moment! Where are you taking her?” Mistlynn demanded.

 “Back to your room.” Kili shot back over his shoulder as Fili looked back at her before shrugging as he scratched underneath Luna’s ears while feeding her more jerky.

 “Traitor.” Mistlynn grumbled, still shocked that Luna left her side with not even a whine or whimper.

She turned back to face Thorin, only to see that Dwalin was now standing alongside him, with a look on his face that would make any seasoned warrior tremble under that scowl.

 She felt her anger spike as it began to sink in what had just occurred. “You can’t do this. You can’t stop me from leaving.” She hissed.

“Funny. I just did.” Thorin grinned tauntingly at her. “Imagine my surprise when Kili told me you were running away. They caught you right before you were about to walk out your door. Fully packed. With no intentions of telling anyone.”

 Dwalin scoffed as he shook his head. “Abysmal manners, that.” He stated gruffly.

 “I’ve outstayed my welcome.” Mistlynn bit out, her rising temper making her voice shake as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides.

 “I don’t recall telling you that.” Thorin raised a brow, unimpressed with her reasoning.

 “Considering what has occurred, I figured it was a given consensus.” She shot back, her cheeks now a lovely shade of crimson.

 “She’s still all fired up. “Dwalin observed to Thorin directly, uncaring that Mistlynn was shooting him a murderous glare. 

 “SHE is not amused.” Mistlynn hissed.

 The burly Captain began to chuckle as he waggled his eyebrows at Thorin. “Aye, SHE may not be, But I certainly am. And ye want me in a good mood.”

He gave Mistlynn a pointed look as he gestured towards her swords and bow. “I think it would be wise to let me take those off your hands in the meantime.”

 “You want me to surrender my weapons now?” She scoffed as she fought to hide the panic that was threatening to seize ahold of her.

“No, not seize. Just for safe keeping while you two have your talk.” Dwalin reiterated. The fingers in his outstretched hand wiggled, as if trying to coax her in handing them over without making a scene. “Dont make me take them by force Lass.”

 Mistlynn’s molars ground together painfully as she took a moment to observe that they were beginning to attract an audience. Thorin didn’t seemed bothered in the least, his eyes solely on her as he waited for her to yield her weapons to Dwalin. She scanned the gathering, curious crowd before turning her head to look at the guards, who were watching her closely.

 She breathed shakily through her nose as she trembled with embarrassment and anger. She tilted her head back haughtily as she glared at Thorin, the golden flecks in her green eyes alight like drops of the sun. “I hate you.” She hissed as she ripped her bow over her head and practically threw it at Dwalin, who caught it unphased by her outburst.

 “Now the swords, lass.”

Thorin’s brow raised at her venomous words. The muscle in his jaw ticked as returned her glare unflinchingly. “The swords, Mistlynn.” He growled.

 He watched her nostrils flare as she breathed in deeply at his command. Her jaw was set stubbornly as she reached behind her pulled her swords free from their sheaths, not once breaking eye contact with him. She held them out to Dwalin for him to take, her lips twisting into a scowl as she heard the Captain chuckle as he took her swords from her grasp.

 “May Aule preserve your jewels.” Dwalin clapped his free hand on Thorin’s shoulder before shaking his head in amusement before walking away.

 “I fail to see why this is so humorous for all of your men.” Mistlynn clicked her tongue behind her front teeth as she shot daggers at Dwalin’s retreating back.

 “Do you see me laughing?” Thorin grit his teeth into a sarcastic smile. He took a step closer to her, so that she was forced to tilt her head back to look up at him. “Are you going to come with me willingly? Or are you going to fight me?”

 “Do I have any other choice?” she spat, eyes flashing with a gut-wrenching fear mixed with anger.

 “Either you follow me, or I throw you over my shoulder.” The taunting threat made his lips upturn into a dangerous grin, prompting his one dimple to show. He watched her body shake in fury as she caught sight of it.

 He knew her answer before she could even spit it at him.

 “I’m going nowhere with you. I demand you let me leave. NOW. I am NOT your PLAYTHING, Your Royal Highness.” She seethed, eyes flashing ocher against the vivid green, bright with rapidly gathering tears. She was burning from the inside out.

 And he was done watching her burn alive with the self-destruction.

 “Very well. Do not say I didn’t give you a more dignified option.”

 She scowled briefly in confusion before her eyes grew wide in shock as he lurched forward, wrapping a strong arm behind her thighs before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She gasped loudly as her stomach contacted against his broad shoulder.

 He turned quickly on his heel and began stalking towards the room that he had been standing concealed in the doorway.

 “Let me down! This instant! Y-You…You brute!” She shrieked as she tried to kick her feet, her fists hitting him on his back.

 He didn’t even flinch as he walked, the only indication that he acknowledged her struggling was how his arm flexed tighter against the back of her thighs. Her breath stuttered in her chest as she squirmed.

 

He kicked the door open with a bang as he trudged in, quickly kicking it closed behind him. The door rattled loudly as it slammed shut.

 She hit his back again with a renewed fury. “LET ME GO!” she shrieked.  

 He crossed the room quickly than came to an abrupt stop. She felt him lean forward as the sound of shattering pottery, clashing metal, and rustling paper filled the room. Her heart was now beating rapidly in her chest as she continued to struggle in vain against his grip.

A surprised cry left her as she felt him lift her up off his shoulder and deposited her directly on top of some sort of desk.

 She blinked in surprise as her chest heaved. He stepped up, closing her in with his arms and chest. His right hand wrapped around her back, grasping the base of her skull with his fingers tangled into the strands of her loose braid.

She gasped as she was forced to look up at him, his grasp firm as his arm became an unyielding support against her back.

A pleasurable burn from her scalp made her pant at the onslaught of emotions that raced through her. Fear, outrage, attraction intermingled with lust. Her heart raced with it all as she was forced to look up into his stormy gaze as his eyes roved her face. “Are you quite finished? Or shall I let you get a few more punches out?” he ground out.

 “You're a foul bastard.” She huffed as she fought to get her breathing under control as her blood ran hot under her feverish skin.

 “I get a trifle cranky when I have been accosted repeatedly by a dam I was under the impression I had an understanding with. “

 “Must be a rather common occurrence with you, dealing so adeptly with your upset toys.”

 Mistlynn’s throbbing heart fluttered as his eyes narrowed at her words. He pulled her closer to him so that at their faces were mere inches apart.

 “There it is again. Toy.” He tsked. “Interesting choice of words.”  He tilted his head slightly as he scanned her face. She knew he could feel her trembling as she fought to not let his closeness melt away her anger. She cursed her female heart, afraid that it was about to betray her once more.

 “Are you going to tell me what happened?” He breathed, his voice surprisingly steady.

 She shook her head as much as she could with his hand still holding the back of her head.  He chuckled darkly at the movement, as if he couldn’t help his amusement despite the situation.

 “My savage M’eudail.” He whispered, his tone turning reverent, making her breath hitch as she blinked at him, shocked at the change.

 “Dori came to me, right after you left me in that sparring ring. He told me about Lady Briela and what she told you. He told me EVERYTHING.”

He watched her closely as her chest stop moving as she held her breath, her throat bobbing as her eyes grew wide at his words.

“Now, I want you to listen to me. And to actually put that temper of yours to rest and HEAR me.” His gaze burned her with its intensity. “Can you do that for me?”

 She bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling as she felt her eyes began to burn once more. She nodded again.

 He let out a heavy sigh as the grip of his hand relented its hold on her neck. He cupped the side of her face, his thumb gently brushing against the soft skin of her jawbone.

 “I am sorry she said those things to you. Every single thing that left that viper’s mouth was a LIE.”  He watched her blink rapidly.

 “First of all. I did not give her that accursed necklace. It was a form of payment I gave her Adad for his services to Erebor. I offered to pay him with gold or any of the jewels in the treasury.” He paused to studying her reaction before continuing.

“I LOATHE gold.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “I would never give my One any piece of that accursed dragons gold. No matter how much Gandalf cleansed it, the blood of my family and my people slain by that bloody firedrake has been soaked into every accursed piece of my Gamul’Adad treasure hoard. He valued it above all else, including his family. His People. I refuse to touch it.”

 Mistlynn’s eyes widened at the intensity of abhorrence in his words. She had never seen him, or any of the Durin family wear gold. She didn’t think anything of it until that very moment. He never wore jewelry, except for his hair beads, ear cuff and his signet rings.

 “W-why would she lie about that?” Her question was shaky and hushed. She felt his thumb pause its movement against her cheekbone.

 A muscle in his jaw ticked as he looked at her. “She must of heard that I was going to give you YOUR courting gift in a few days’ time. I have several of my men helping me work on it as we speak. It’s not a secret to anyone what it is. Briela and her family have been scheming for years to try to force my hand into a marriage contract with her. “

 Her stomach plummeted as she stared at him in shock. The butterflies that had been haunting her for months sprang to life once more, swirling like a whirlwind within her at his blatant declaration.

 “Your gift is not a necklace, or anything like that.” He continued. “I know we spoke about taking this slow, but I am afraid the meddling nobles in this kingdom are forcing my hand quicker than I would like. I am not very good at hiding what you are to me, and they are preying on that.” He grumbled the last part, his tone a little self-depreciating as he studied her face closely.

 “T-Thorin, I-I…” she stammered, fear prickling across her limbs as the weight of his words hit her.

 “You are MINE, M’eudail. You are the other half of my soul, made for me by Mahal himself. And I am YOURS. You are the only one for me, there will never be anyone else. We can no longer deny that. I know you feel it. You would not have attacked me if it were otherwise.” He brought his forehead to rest against hers. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt both his hands cup her wet cheeks. She gasped at his tender touch, his thumbs rubbing away the trails of her tears from her cheeks. 

“I dont want to fight it anymore.” He murmured, his breath tickling her face.

 “I am scared.” She breathed, her voice choked as her vulnerability glistened in her eyes.

 “That is ok.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “Because you terrify me like no one else ever has M’eudail.”

 “There is still so much you dont know about me. We-We can’t…” she was silenced as he brought his hand down to her chin, lifting it up so that he could take her lips with his. She gasped into the kiss, a sound somewhere between pain and relief escaping her as she gave in to him, eyes fluttering closed, releasing the captured tears on her lashes to cascade down her cheeks to splatter on his fingers.  Her hands grasped onto his jacket in desperation, holding onto him as if her life depended on it.

 She felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to the edge of the table, prompting her to open her legs so that he could step in between them. He could feel her heart racing by the way her pulse beat rapidly against the palm of his hand as he cradled her head. He pulled back from her slightly. “Do you still hate me?” he whispered with a faint chuckle against her lips.

 She groaned. She could feel the way his lips curved up, teasing her lips with his. She brought a hand up from his coat to reach around his neck so that her hand could delve into his thick dark mane.

“It would be easier if I did.” She forced her eyes to open, so that she could return his gaze. “I wanted you to feel some of the pain I was feeling.”

Thorin kissed the corner of her mouth before placing another kiss on her jaw as he sighed. “I’ll hold her accountable for this.”

 Mistlynn pulled her head back farther, putting space between them. “Please. Don’t.”  she pleaded. “It will only show them I can’t handle anything on my own. I should have spoken with you instead of reacting the way I did.” She swallowed thickly. “I did not handle it well…”

 “I suppose I can forgive you this once.” Thorin gave her a soft smile as he pulled her back towards him, making her giggle before pulled her into another kiss.

She sighed against his lips, allowing him to soothe all the aches and cracks that had been threatening to rip her to shreds just mere moments before. She let herself go, pushing her fear to the side, allowing herself to feel every little sensation he summoned in that moment that was just theirs. He was breathing life into her, and that anger, that darkness that always seemed to lurk deep within her like a starving predator was chased away by every touch of his hand, every caress of his lips against hers as they kissed languidly.

 

This kiss was different from their first. She could feel it from the tips of her fingers to her toes. And for the first time since she could remember that hollow void of darkness within was absent. He had filled it, and she hadn’t realized that until she thought he had been taken from her, just as her Amad and Argos had been taken. Swiftly. Suddenly. Without any warning.

 She pulled back as that thought came to her. She bit her bottom lip again as she tried take a deep breath. “I-I lose all sense of myself when I’m with you. I can’t think straight.”

 “Do you expect me to apologize for that? Because I’m not.” He chuckled warmly. “You take up every waking moment of my day, and every dream I’ve had since the moment I looked into your eyes.”

 Mistlynn’s mouth twisted up into a shy smile. “I couldn’t escape you either.” She whispered. “You have made me question everything I thought I knew. And that is …terrifying.”

 “I do not want you to be frightened of this Mistlynn.” His baritone voice was soothing. She savored the feeling of his calloused thumb tracing the soft skin under her jaw and ear. But it was all happening so fast, so much had changed in just the time span of a week.

 “I just need a little more time. Can we keep this to ourselves for just a little while longer?” her voice shook with nervousness. “I…I made a fool of myself today. I need to get my emotions in check before we can pursue this any further.”

 

His answering sigh was heavy with disappointment. But he didn’t remove his hand from her jaw or his arm that was still wrapped behind her. “You dont need to worry about what others think of your reaction. It was a very grievous thing Briela accused me of.” A flash of anger colored his eyes. “Why would you think I would choose her over you? Especially after last night?”

 Her stomach recoiled in discomfort. She didn’t want to revisit that feeling. But it was a feeling that was far from her thoughts. The idea that she wasn’t good enough. She never had been, not even for her own Adad. It was her turn to sigh. “She is beautiful, smart, and graceful. As every Queen should be. I am neither of those things.” She gestured down at her armor. “I’ve never been a fine lady. I am a warrior. Trained since I was young to take orders and follow them without question. I’ve never owned a dress, let alone fine slippers. Or worn makeup, unless its kohl.”

She allowed her eyes to cast downward, fixated on the leather trousers that covered her thighs. “I will only embarrass you, and your people, Thorin.”

The room grew silent and still. The only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat and his steady breathing. She forced herself to look back up at him. He was staring at her with a determined glint shining in his eyes. “She may be all that you say she is, in theory. But she is as shallow as a puddle. She would make for a very cruel and vain Queen.”

 Her heart felt like it was beating at the very base of her throat as his reverent words consumed her. “You are exquisite, in every sense that truly matters and more. You have the heart and soul of a magnificent Queen. You are kind, loyal, and selfless. You think of others and do not put yourself above anyone, even when you were born to shine brighter than the those stars you love so much.”  

He leaned down, placing a tender kiss to her forehead before continuing. “Even if you were not my One, I would choose you over her. Every. Time.“ His lips twisted into a playful smile as he pulled back to make eye contact with her again. “Try talking to me next time? Before you try removing my head from my body?”

 Mistlynn snorted. “You jest. You swatted my blows away like I was an annoying little gnat.”

 Thorin couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him. “Mahal Mist.” He shook his head as he chuckled. “That is not even close to what came to mind when I was fighting you off.” He nudged her forehead with his. “Stop belittling yourself every chance you get.”  He raised an eyebrow at her, as if daring her to challenge him.

 She seemed at a loss for words as she stared at him.

 “What is it?”

 “N-nothing. I just thought you would be more upset with what I did.”

 “No. What upsets me is that you tried to run from me. I would rather you try to challenge and fight me than run away.”  He leaned down, stealing another kiss from her before pulling back. “Promise me you won’t run away again.”

 She swallowed thickly before nodding. “Okay.”

 Thorin straightened to his full height as he forced himself to pull away from her. She swallowed thickly as the cool air around her settled in from the absence of his body against hers, making her shiver slightly as she blinked rapidly in attempt to pull herself out of the daze he put her in with his soul consuming kisses.  

 “I shall do as you ask. I’ll let you have the next few days to sort through your … thoughts before I give you your courting gift. At the night of the ball I will announce to Erebor that you are my One, and that our courtship has officially begun. My cousin Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills, is coming with his family. It will be the perfect time to announce it.”

 She gulped as her eyes grew wide. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in his words. He was telling her all of this as if was already engraved in stone.

 He raised a dark brow as he looked at her expectantly. “Do you agree to this?”

She nodded mutely. She was warring with herself, but she was also tired of this internal fight. Now was the time to make her choice and stick with it.

 A short breath escaped him as he allowed a smile to appear on his lips. He was relieved. “I would like to hear you consent with actual words. Do you accept my courtship?”

 “Y-Yes, Thorin. I accept your courtship.” She breathed as her heart felt like it was hammering at the base of her throat. Her grip tightened on the edge of the desk.

 She wouldn’t run. She promised him.

 His smile brightened as he nodded. “Very well. I will see you in a couple days.” He turned towards the door to leave.

 “Wait! What about my bow and my swords?” She called out, suddenly remembering the fact that Dwalin still had her weapons. Her eyes became wide in surprise as she watched his shoulders begin to shake. When he turned to look back at her, she couldn’t help the flare of irritation that ran through her when she realized he was actually laughing at her.

 He was actually laughing. He sighed contentedly as he shot her a mischievous grin. “You're going to have to talk to Dwalin about that.”  

 Mistlynn felt her jaw drop as she stared at him. “Excuse me? He said he wasn’t seizing them!”

 Thorin shrugged nonchalantly. “He is the Captain of my Guard. And you did engage in sparring with me without warning. So, he is just doing his job. I’m sure he will give them back to you once you ask him … nicely.”

 “You’ve got to be joking.” She scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You said you forgave me for that.”

 Thorin grinned wolfishly at her as he began to chuckle again. “I forgave you. Doesn’t mean anyone else has. You haven’t asked for their forgiveness yet.” His hand grabbed the doorhandle and pulled it ajar. “So, I would get started if I were you.”

 Mistlynn grumbled under her breath as she glared at him. He dared to shoot her a wink, making her ire flare even more as her stomach fluttered at it. He stepped out of the door and shut it behind him, leaving her alone in the empty room as her thoughts began to scream at her

*unedited and unbeta’d-

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Taglist:

@fizzyxcustard @mrsdurin @dustie-faerie @exhausted-humxn-being @lathalea

My apologies if I forgot anyone else who wanted to be tagged. Let me know if you want to be added and I’ll update my list ❤️ thank you all for your support on this crazy journey of mine.

[messandahalf10]

Just rewatched the hobbit trilogy again and damn… the parallels of Bilbo and Thorin and Tauriel and Kili in BOTFA. The extended edition scene of the company saying goodbye to the three fallen ones and Bilbo being sad about Fili and Kili and openly crying over Thorin.

I need to read some Bagginshield fix it fics now 😭😭😭

[princess-oakenshield]

Let Me Love You - Chapter 100 An Unexpected Return

FilixOC, with side KilixOC and ThorinxOC. SPOILERS FOR BOTFA! After the three die, they wake up and find themselves in modern day NYC. They are taken in by three sisters.

The path to Bag End wound gently up the hill, shaded by willows and lined with warm brick walls and ivy. The familiar green door loomed at the top, round and solid, framed by flowering vines and the same polished brass knob at its center.

Erika’s breath caught at the sight—not in surprise, but in awe. The home made her feel in a way few things had since they arrived in Middle-earth. Tangible. Rooted.

“Is that it?” Jasmine asked quietly.

Kili nodded. “That’s Bag End.”

“The door’s still green,” Fili added, almost wistfully. “Same as ever.”

Thorin’s face was unreadable. His steps slowed as they reached the stoop, the others pausing behind him. For a long moment, he stared at the door—perhaps at the place where, so long ago, yet not long at all, a wizard had scratched a mark that started it all. Then, slowly, he raised a fist and knocked.

A sharp, familiar voice called from inside.

“Lobelia, for the last time, I am, in fact, alive and well, thank you very much! If it’s you again, I swear I’ll—!”

The door yanked open mid-sentence.

Bilbo Baggins stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed, mouth already forming another protest—until he saw them.

He froze. For a long, terrible moment, no one moved.

Thorin stood at the front, taller than the hobbit by more than a head, cloaked in deep blue. Behind him stood Fili and Kili, worn from travel but unmistakable, and behind them—three strangers, unfamiliar and clearly not hobbits.

Bilbo blinked once. Then again. His mouth opened slightly.

Kili stepped forward, grinning. “Hullo, Bilbo,” he said, almost sheepishly. “We’re—”

Bilbo’s eyes rolled back in his head. And with a soft, almost graceful collapse, he crumpled right there on the threshold.

“Bilbo!” Thorin exclaimed, rushing to the Hobbit’s side.

“Okay, not the reaction I was hoping for,” Kili muttered.

“Oh my god, is he breathing?” Mattea asked, leaning around to see.

“Put him inside, quick,” Erika said, already moving forward.

Fili swung the door open fully as Thorin lifted Bilbo carried him inside.

“Well,” Jasmine murmured, “that went well.”

Bag End swallowed them in warm light and the scent of tea leaves—and with the door shut behind them, the past and present finally collided.

———

The first time Bilbo woke, he opened one eye, spotted Thorin leaning over him, and immediately passed out again.

The second time, he saw Kili waving tentatively and whispering “Hi again”—then promptly slumped back with a faint wheeze.

The third time, Fili had the misfortune of being in direct line of sight.

“Oh no—”

Thump.

By the fourth time, it was clear that something had to change.

“Okay,” Erika said, stepping forward, hands raised like a negotiator at a hostage scene. “Everyone out. All of you. Go take a walk.”

“But—” Kili started.

“Go,” she repeated firmly, pointing toward the door. “Give him some space. You can circle the gardens, or… just find something to do. Come back in two hours.”

Thorin hesitated.

“Two full hours,” Erika added, fixing him with a look.

There was a beat of silence.

Then Fili clapped Kili on the shoulder, muttering, “Come on, brother.”

One by one, they filed out. Mattea shot Erika a thumbs-up on her way past. Jasmine, with a knowing smirk, mouthed “good luck.”

Thorin was the last to leave. At the threshold, he turned back briefly. Erika had knelt beside the sofa where Bilbo lay, folding a damp cloth and gently pressing it to his forehead. Her face was calm, focused, kind. She moved with care, like someone who had done this before.

Thorin watched her for a long moment. Something ached in his chest. He said nothing. But as he turned and stepped through the round green door, he carried the image of her with him like a weight he didn’t want to set down.

Inside, the hobbit-hole had gone still again. Erika rose and made her way into the tidy little kitchen, filling a kettle and setting it on to boil. She found tea in the cupboard—chamomile and elderflower, something light and calming—and began preparing it without needing to ask where anything was.

Behind her, on the couch, Bilbo stirred faintly. He gave a small groan and blinked one eye open. This time, he didn’t faint.

Not yet, at least.

[thorin]

we started watching fellowship of the ring but she realized the movies scared her a lil too much (she's a very anxious person!) so we made it 2h into the movie but she went to bed now! this was still so fun :') but i need someone to marathon all the movies with fr!!!

infodumping the hobbit lore on my sister while we watch the movies hell yea best birthday ever

[mithrilandstarlight]

About Me

Hi! I'm Ella, and this is my LotR/The Hobbit sideblog because I am currently rewatching The Hobbit movies and have decided I need a place to gush about it. I'm 28, a Leo and a severe procrastinator. Also an avid reader, geek and hopeless romantic. I write fics, and sometimes do art.

What you can expect to find here...

So I watched BotfA and realized how much I loved the trilogy. I had Thoughts™ and also realized I have always had a soft spot for Kíli and Fíli. So I'll be posting mostly about Kíli, Kili and Tauriel, and here and there other characters from these movies. You can expect meta and the occasional essay bc I wax eloquent about my ships and enjoy analyzing every little detail of things. Am I going to write fics? Probably but right now I have little to no time so until then, chucking all those ideas in my Docs.

I'll reblog fanart, gifs and other stuff like that.

Favorite Characters

Kíli- He's a silly. He's gone for Tauriel, and I love that. Someday I will write a BotfA fix-it for those two. I've always loved him, but just recently watching BotfA, I realized just how much.

Fíli - I think I loved him first iirc. He's an icon and fabulous.

Bilbo - He's so real for the way he reacts to 13 dwarves pillaging his pantry. He's just so brave and loyal. I've always loved him. I also think Martin Freeman was fantastically cast there.

Thorin - Of course, he's the king. I loved his character arc throughout.

Thranduil - So sort of love/hate relationship with him. I want to strangle him sometimes but on the other hand, I loved watching him being so dramatic and regal as king.

Ships

Kiliel

.....and more to come?

Tags

#my fics - I will tag fics posted here as #my fics: [insert name of fic]

If you're interested in checking out my writing, you can find me here on AO3 (but I don't have anything LotR related yet!)

#kiliel - pretty much anything with Kíli and Tauriel

#Queue under the Mountain - my queue tag

#ella yaps - My nonsense posts about Kiliel and related stuff

So I'm going to be honest here. I really started thinking about this stuff because of the "Amrâlimê" scene in BotfA and that scene in DoS when Kíli is mumbling about Tauriel in his fever. I just asked myself about their relationship and that's what got me back into all of this.

I haven't read the books except for beginning the Silmarilion but that was ages ago. I find the whole universe so very interesting and would love to chat with anybody about all of this. Come say hi!

Also, if you get a follow from inastarlesssky, that's me! It's my main blog where I follow from.

If you've come all the way to the end here, then you're fabulous and an amazing person. C:

[heart-select]

i want a farming sim of post Botfa where u just try n help fix things up after the war

[menelvagor]

Closed starter for @gildinbainas. Muses: Thranduil & Bard. Post-Botfa.

Bard, exhausted, sweating through his patched shirt, and certainly somewhat sleep-deprived, threw himself down finally onto the chair of his new study, in one of the grandest buildings of Dale, with most of it still standing. The people that had survived both the attack by the dragon on Lake-town and the Battle of the Five Armies, now entrusted leadership to him. Which meant many new responsibilities and requests of help.

He leaned back in his chair, propped his dirtied boots up onto the top of his desk - a mess to be attended to later - and allowed his eyes to fall closed as he was able to now relax after a long day of helping his people rebuild.

Yet, he would not be allowed such for long. A knock sounded on the door and he blinked one eye open as it creaked on the hinges and there stood Percy, who was serving as a messenger of sorts, seeking out their chosen leader when he was not to be seen. He was here on a mission.

"Bard!" he greeted quickly, staring at the bowman's boots for a moment. He cleared his throat and announced, "You have a visitor. King Thranduil of Mirkwood has come to see you."

Bard's feet then slammed down to the floor, hastily pushed off. The elvenking? Here? Now? He wished he looked more presentable, but supposed he would understand. They had been terribly busy these past few months. Yet, it still bothered him as it seemed Thranduil always appeared perfectly put-together. Meanwhile, he was dirty and weary, with half-heartedly fixed clothing, and probably smelled of something ghastly.

"Bring him in," he said, secretly glad at the prospect to see him again despite the current circumstances.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Okay, so I've decided to do Fic Rec Fridays at the end of the month now that I've been keeping a fanfic reading log. Guys. I've read A LOT of fic this month. 😅 Okay so I think the best thing is to organize this by rating and then word count. Please note that this is a pure reading log so I'm just listing fic, author, and small "what it's about".

For August I Read:

397,333 Words

20 Fics

17 Authors

Rating G:

AU-gust Mashups by @ahufflepuffhobbit- Short BOTFA fix-it with an ill-timed confession. Let's face it, this is how we all wanted to see BOTFA end.

Love Makes You Blind by thorinsbeard- Small little oneshot where Bilbo thinks Thorin is blind and can't stop staring. It had me rolling when Thorin told Bilbo he's an underwear model.

Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities by @nocompromise-noregrets- Oneshot from Frodo's POV as famous food critic, Thorin Oakeshield, arrives as his uncle's restaurant. All the interactions between the characters were fun as well as seeing Bagginshield through Frodo's eyes.

Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah- Multi-chapter story with refugee Thorin struggling through English, but he meets Bilbo who accepts him as he is. Honestly, super fluffy fic with lots of family moments that I really wish there was a sequel, but accept it as is.

Rating T:

Drawn by thorinsbeard- Oneshot where Bilbo stumbles upon some NSFW versions of himself in another cafe patron's sketchbook (in an uncreepy way). Will hope and anticipate a smutty sequel.

Prize Enough for Me by StrivingArtist- Two-shot with Bilbo chasing after Azog after believing he killed Thorin to enact his revenge. I'm always here for some BAMF Bilbo.

When Darkness Shines Brightest by @lordoftherazzles- Multi-chapter Hades/Persephone take. The introspection of Thorin's character blows me away in this fic.

Rating M:

How to Beat Gold Sickness by Epoxide- Cute oneshot where Fili and Kili decide that announcing that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's child will shake the gold sickness. Now I just need the sequel where Bilbo says that it's actually true.

Dating Blind by badskippy- Jealous waiter Thorin does sabotages Bilbo's blind dates. This was just perfect, and yes, Thorin does make up for it.

Sparks & Gardens by @fantasyinallforms- Down on his luck Thorin manages to get the best deal of his life when he becomes gentleman Bilbo Baggins handyman. Look, regency is normally not my taste, but this fic does such a good job of just making that the setting and not necessarily the theme (if that makes sense).

The Kitchen Thief by @mordellestories- Multi-chapter Tolkien AU (?) where Thorin still has dwarven blood but can get by with appearing as a human baker in a time where anyone else is treated with discrimination. I will forever be laughing at Bilbo's "oh no, it's the nutty baker" comment.

Stranded by @tickles-ivory- Multi-chapter AU where Thorin and Bilbo live in separate universes but find each other. Honestly, super cute concept and execution with fun "slice of life" chapters at the end.

My Love's a Noble Madness by silverneko9lives0- Bilbo works at an insane asylum where Thorin is a patient who thinks he's in love with him. Okay, I have to say that the tags on this had me scared for A LONG time, but there's actually 0 non-con after Thorin gets medicated and you find out the fucked up situation they find themselves in the beginning is all Azog/Sauron/Melkor's fault.

Rating E:

Look At You by thorinsbeard- Bilbo uses the ring to sneak into Thorin's room, accidentally witnessing the dwarf king masturbating. This fic is so hot and honestly another that I would 100% read a sequel for.

Evening Interlude by paranoid_fridge- Bilbo and Thorin have an evening to themselves for bondage fun. Seriously though, if you're wanting a fic with some heavy bondage kinks, this is the perfect fic.

If You Lend a King a Hand by Cranbear- Bilbo assists Thorin out in the woods, and they have come to an understanding regarding future engagements. Look, I just know this fic is going to checkmark some kinks for me and dom!Bilbo is just an added bonus.

Through the mist (I find you) by @consultingpacha- Thorin has developed amnesia after the events of BOTFA, and Bilbo returns to discover this as well as the fact that he's engaged. Guilty smut and angsty feelios galore (though we are promised a happy ending)!

Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles- Thorin and Bilbo accidently got married in Bree after one drunken mistake and have now ended up as next door neighbors. This is the type of romcom shenanigans that I am 100% here for, featuring Roac tormenting Lobelia in this newest chapter!

Unrated:

the legend by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)- Bilbo thinks he's still banished and the Company thinks he's dead, and once this misunderstanding comes to light, Bilbo decides to travel with the returning caravan from Ered Luin. Bilbo probably dragged this out longer than necessary, but we're finally to the point where he reveals himself, and I need to know what happens next.