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[balinsbestie]

Being pregnant with Dwalin’s child (part 2)

Dwalin being protective over your pebble 

The company’s first visit to the baby and mother 

The mountain was unusually quiet as the company tiptoed into your chambers, each dwarf trying (and failing) to stifle their excitement. Thorin led the way, his expression a careful mask of dignity, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his anticipation. Behind him, Fili and Kili practically tripped over one another, whispering loudly about who would get to hold the baby first. 

“Shh!” Balin hissed, waving a hand to quiet them. “You’ll wake the wee one!” 

“Not if we’re careful,” Kili whispered back with a grin, though his footsteps didn’t soften much. 

Dwalin stood at your side, his hand resting protectively on your shoulder as you sat in bed, cradling the tiny bundle. His ever-present scowl softened the moment he looked down at you and the baby, his rough hand brushing over your hair. “You sure you’re up for this circus, lass?” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you replied with a tired smile. 

When the company finally gathered around, their awe was palpable. 

“By Mahal,” Thorin murmured, leaning in to get a better look. “The child looks strong.” 

“Like their mother,” Balin added with a wink, making you chuckle. 

Fili was the first to speak up, his voice hushed with excitement. “What’s their name?” 

“Duraina,” Dwalin answered gruffly, though his pride was clear in his voice. “After my mother.” 

“That’s a fine name,” Thorin said, nodding in approval. 

Kili, unable to contain himself any longer, leaned in with wide eyes. “Can I hold her?” 

Dwalin narrowed his gaze, clearly debating whether to trust the younger dwarf. But at your gentle nod, he relented, grumbling, “Just don’t drop her, lad.” 

Kili carefully scooped the baby into his arms, his face lighting up as Duraina squirmed and let out a tiny yawn. “She’s so small,” he marveled, rocking her gently. 

“Small now,” Fili teased, “but wait until she’s eating more than the rest of us combined.” 

The room filled with soft laughter as each member of the company took turns holding the baby, their usual boisterousness replaced by tenderness. Even Thorin, who rarely showed such open emotion, cradled Duraina with a quiet reverence. 

When they finally left, Balin lingered by the door. “She’s lucky to have you both,” he said warmly, his gaze flicking between you and Dwalin. “And so are we.” 

Dwalin’s arm tightened around your shoulders as he watched them go, his voice soft in your ear. “They’ll be good for her,” he said. “But no one’s takin’ her from us.” 

You leaned against him, your heart full. “She’s loved, Dwalin. That’s all that matters.” 

Dwalin fussing over your sick pebble 

Duraina’s tiny cough echoed in the room, and Dwalin nearly jumped out of his skin. “She’s coughin’ again,” he muttered, pacing back and forth in front of the hearth. “That’s the third time in an hour.” 

“She’s fine, Dwalin,” you said gently, though you couldn’t hide your own worry as you rocked the little girl in your arms. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was heavier than usual, but Dis had assured you earlier that it was nothing more than a mild fever. 

“Fine?” Dwalin growled, running a hand over his bald head. “She’s burning up! She’s—she’s—” He waved his hands, lost for words, and then stormed toward the door. “I’ll get Oin.” 

“Oin was already here,” you reminded him, your voice calm despite your nerves. “He said she just needs rest and some herbs.” 

Dwalin stopped in his tracks, glaring at the door as though debating whether to drag Oin back anyway. “Rest,” he grumbled. “How’s a bairn supposed to rest when she’s coughin’ like that?” 

You sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. “Come here, Dwalin.” 

He hesitated, then approached you and the child, his rough demeanor melting away as he knelt beside the chair. His large hand came to rest on Duraina’s back, his touch impossibly gentle. 

“She’ll get through this,” you said softly, watching as his thumb brushed over her tiny shoulder. “She’s strong, just like her father.” 

Dwalin’s jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the baby’s face. “I’d give anything to take it from her,” he murmured. “Anything.” 

You reached out, cupping his cheek and guiding his gaze to yours. “She’ll be fine, Dwalin. And she’s lucky to have a father who cares so much.” 

His shoulders sagged as he exhaled, leaning his forehead against your knee. “Aye, well… it’s just—she’s so small.” 

You smiled, brushing your fingers over his stubbled cheek. “Small, but mighty. Just like her da.” 

Dwalin let out a soft laugh, his hand moving to cover yours. “She gets her might from you, lass.” 

As if on cue, Duraina stirred, her tiny hand reaching out to grasp Dwalin’s thumb. He froze, his expression softening as he watched her grip tighten around his finger. 

“She’s a fighter,” he said quietly, his voice filled with awe. 

“And she’s loved,” you added, leaning down to kiss his head. “That’s all that matters.” 

Dwalin stayed there for hours, his hand never leaving Duraina’s back, until her fever broke and her tiny coughs gave way to peaceful sleep. Only then did he allow himself to relax, pulling you both into his arms and holding you close as the three of you finally rested together. 

[hjori-kunoichi]

Dwalin my love 🩷

The Hobbit Characters' Love Languages

Just realized I did this for LoTR but I don't think I ever did it for The Hobbit, so enjoy 😉 The Five Love Languages are: Gifts, Physical Touch, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, and Acts of Service! Everyone is said to have a primary two 💖

Balin

Words of Affirmation- So many years, wars, songs, evenings spent by the fire with kindred spirits and strangers alike, have granted Balin the gift of words. Situations witnessed and life under the belt. What words offered comfort to Balin he hopes bring some healing to you. To be the one to reassure you is the greatest gift back he can ask for in exchange for those words and experiences. Clearing the clouds of your mind brings forth the shiniest light that is your smile.

Quality Time- All Balin needs from you is the guiding force of your presence, a warm hand and heart to hold. Life's rich experiences are his greatest treasures, and sharing them with you guilds them beyond all worldly value. More than your vast riches or lack thereof Balin is grateful for the constant you are in his life amidst so much strife, a little chip of beauty he could carry over his heart for all his days. Companionship was the most unexpected boon, yet every time you lie beside Balin, he feels more loved than anything!

Dwalin

Acts of Service- Warrior. Provider. These are monikers given to Dwalin again and again. Never were these words empty, though— every day of his life Dwalin rose and fought for himself and others. Those he holds dearest. His actions reveal his love; they are his love, his embodied care in all choices he makes. Not only will he hold you away from harm and jump to your defense in a fight, but Dwalin remembers everything you tell him. Allergic to something? It shall never appear in your sight again. Your favorite flower? Appears in your sight quite frequently, all lined up in a vase!

Physical Touch- Now this is one that tends to shock, but there is a reason Dwalin does not partake in much touch: it holds great meaning for him. Touch is a sign of comfort, of refuge, a feeling he relishes in alongside connection and chooses not to cheapen. Dwarves have no mind showing physical affection to close friends and family, and Dwalin saves much of this until he is certain you’re his One. From that point on, you will frequently notice a protective hand about your waist or rubbing the small of your back. The way he links his arm with yours in crowds or at any sign of competition or threat. You, now, are joined.

Thorin

Words of Affirmation- Stoic of a dwarf as he is, Thorin knows the value of a well-placed word. Does not speak affirmations not well earned. Being his One has earned you praise he thought impossible. Heartbreak just the same when you struggle to see the beauty, the strength that pierces through to his eyes stronger than any sunbeam. Thorin knows no fear in sharing this with you again and again. Even in little moments of frustration, your beloved king seems to have a key to not just your heart, but your mind, which he knows exactly how to put at ease.

Acts of Service- A natural leader, Thorin is constantly surveying his surroundings, persons included. Especially, even. Awareness is never a struggle for him, as he takes note of necessary tasks and does them, often in silence. You feel constantly surprised by his quiet acts of love upon discovering them, like little gifts of ease granted to you and you alone. To be known, they say, is to be loved, and you feel both beneath Thorin’s attentiveness.

Oin

Acts of Service- Oin knows how to take your pain away, yearns to relieve you more than anything. If your back hurts, you might find a little jar of muscle balm waiting for you. After a fight, you're the first one the healer is rushing to to bandage up unless someone's gravely wounded. It's as if Oin can feel the disturbance in the air when something happens to you the way he rushes over to you with any tools to help you, weapons to fight for you, or supplies to heal you. He is well aware how frustrating it can be if his hearing loss impacts your conversations, so if there's a sea he can cross to help you feel his love, then by Mahal, he's crossing it!

Quality Time- All Oin asks for is good music, good company, and maybe a bit of learning! Nothing is more fun than hearing a new story or the latest medical treatment alike. Beyond this, though, your choice to stay by his side through everything is more than fine companionship. It is a conscious move of acceptance despite his flaws, motion he returns wholeheartedly.

Gloin

Gifts- Physical reminders of his love make and preserve their own memories. Gloin loves to be able to decorate you with all the finest things- he knows you're his treasure, but now you look like it! The craftsmanship of his people is well worth celebrating, too, and what better way than to connect you with it in the most literal sense? Dwarven riches have never looked so beautiful. Years have sharpened Gloin's mind, his shrewd senses memorizing every little thing you love. Your favorite flowers make appearances in every bouquet, the dessert you love most ends your special days, your jewelry is always gold or silver, whatever you prefer! To Gloin, frequent gifts are tokens of how often you stroll through his thoughts.

Physical Touch- What better physical reminder of his love than a protective touch? All who witness Gloin by your side will be well aware of his feelings for you! And in private? He can’t keep his hands off you! Every part of you is sacred to him and he shall worship it to the fullest. Your bond is emotional, spiritual, physical— he carries your image in a locket everywhere he goes, gently stroking the painted curve of your cheekbones when he cannot feel the flush of your cheeks for himself, confirm you are real and before him. Much as Gloin must leave for his duties, his people, coming home to you is the highlight of it all and he will hold you in his arms day and night until you both are satisfied.

Bifur

Physical Touch- Language barriers are nothing to Bifur beyond longer strides to remain close to your heart. Physical barriers in your relationship exist only in the form of personal boundaries. The feeling of your hand in his or vice versa not only exerts a grounding force but is your communication- fear as you suddenly reach for his hand, concern as his thumb runs gently over your hand, love when you hold it tight and refuse to let go, and joy when one of you takes the other's suddenly and pulls them closer. Hand contact is everything to you both, the little taps and signs into each other's palms. Beyond that, it's those other small things like the way Bifur grips your hips to signal a steamier mood or the way he teasingly slings an arm over your shoulders that show this quiet dwarf is in his element in your presence.

Acts of Service- Especially if you do not understand Khuzdul, Bifur is unable to speak his love and reassurance to you. Frustrating as it can be, he's been a fighter for years who feels little fear, especially in fighting for you! You can expect not only a dwarf who literally fights for you, but your weapons always clean and sharp as if by magic, notes in Khuzdul that read only the sweetest things, and being given hell if you don't eat! Bifur is anything but silent in the way he loves you.

Bofur

Quality Time- It may not be a secret that Bofur loves attention, but it's a push-and-pull for him. The attention he gets energizes him and amuses others, and at the end of the day smiles are all he wants to see! Your attention fuels him, warms his heart and quiets the voices swirling deep within his mind that question if he truly is making you happy. If you love someone, in Bofur's mind, all you need to do is show them you're with them. Involved. Similarly, you'll see it in the rapt attention he pays you, the light in his eyes and soft sighs of his chest as you pour out your passions with him as your willing and unending vessel. Bofur's favorite memories are of you singing or dancing together or even just that time you laughed yourself to tears over the dumbest thing he'd ever said and he swore he could never be more head over heels.

Physical Touch- Touch with friends is casual; it may seem meaningless or universal from Bofur. Such claims crumble at the base every time his gloved hands surround yours in the cold. Whenever you’re the only lap he throws his legs over even before his brother’s. When he hugs you tightly enough to intertwine your heartbeats and clothing and breath until Bofur becomes a part of you and you him. Upon even the most minute gestures like laying a hand over yours at the fire or slinging an arm over your shoulders while you laugh lies the mantel of your rule of his heart.

Bombur

Quality Time- Good company is valued above all else to the Ur Clan, not gold or a single location or even the finest delicacies. Without loved ones, what meaning does life have? All Bombur needs is time with you, to know you are there by his side. He’s never been a fancy dwarrow. All he desires is a big family, a lot of laughs, and maybe just secretly your undivided attention! The feeling of your eyes on him, of him being the cause of your smile, feels so unreal every time and he can barely get used to it. Doesn’t mean he won’t try, though!

Acts of Service- All his life, Bombur has been a provider. To love someone is to feed them, to keep their home well and inviting, to make a difficult day a bit easier. The relief on your face when you learn he’s drawn you a warm bath, the way your eyes turn up in pleasure at the taste of your hot meal, it all feels like love to him. The warmth of his provisions, Bombur hopes, mirrors the warmth in his heart he holds for you and you alone.

Dori

Quality Time- Chatting with you over tea is Dori’s lifeblood. To see you, to hear you, to catch up on everything be it your worries or the gossip you heard or your favorite fascination for an hour on end! Much as he enjoys the finer things in life, such is nothing to feeling loved as is seeing your eyes locked within his, your reflection in the blue, building a house and a home and a life together. It’s all he wanted to have a companion, a new family outside the one he headed that was just for him. That he chose himself and has the utter privilege of seeing choose him every single day.

Words of Affirmation- Tutting and fretting over you may elicit a laugh or an eyeroll, but as time passes you realize Dori only hovers over those he fears losing. Having lost his parents, he values a vocal presence of guiding; it symbolizes a love powerful enough to drive constant thought as well as action. As much as he voices concerns, he voices his care. He voices his fears and even louder your virtues. Shares as well as he listens over tea or in the kitchen together. Dori wears his heart upon his sleeve and his—surprisingly silver—tongue.

Nori

Physical Touch- Cliché? Corny? Maybe. What else can he say but that he likes the feeling of your skin beneath his? Words were never his strong suit, rather confirmation via his actions, desire and appreciation and sometimes even reverence summoned from his fingertips. In the past, these motions were never drawn out so, but his love for you has Nori relishing in taking his time, in not just enjoying but truly discovering you. Finding the sensations that make you smile, giggle, fluster, or even turn your attention completely to him are joys unmatched. He never thought it possible to so beyond enjoy someone so much before you came along.

Gifts- Ever the sneak, Nori takes great joy in not just presenting you with endless delights, but stowing them cleverly away for you to find throughout your days. Shining as your countenance and presence are, Nori is determined to be the reason that becomes literal, sparing no effort to present you with dwarven metals and gems. Knowing your preferences, if you do not wear jewelry he will not be deterred! You'll be presented with beads or other items for your hair- anything that shows your beloved dwarf has claimed you wholeheartedly. Once Nori finally gives his heart away, he finds himself ready to give everything else away, too, if it goes to you. By his hand on your knee and his family name on your bead, there is to be no doubt of his choice.

Ori

Quality Time- Character exceeds all for Ori, who only wants a kindred soul to enjoy life with. A simple dwarf, he asks not for the greatest skills, only the biggest heart. The fact that you take the time to listen to him, to share, and see him as an equal you choose to spend your time with brings his heart to bursting! That choice makes Ori feel loved more than anything. That you always sit by his side and no one else’s, that it’s him you sit down with for a cuppa and come to first with news, good or bad. Every little moment like that deepens your bond and serves a far greater purpose in Ori’s mind than some others might think.

Gifts- While he may pay little heed to how often you gift him, Ori adores showing his love for you with the many things he makes. Something about creating or finding something that's just perfect for you feels right to him, a way to show that swirling at the back of his mind always is you. Everything you love, everything you need, it is patiently stored by Ori. Your smile, the way you light up upon being surprised, is fuel to the fire of his heart for the whole day and then some!

Fili

Acts of Service- Self-sacrifice is in his nature. Fili is no martyr, his mind simply tunes into the hearts of those around him and bleeds for the many needs he witnesses. You are no different, your every plight falling within Fili’s watchful eyes. Fili has given you the shirt off his back, carried you to safety when injured, even insisted Oin teach him every method to cure your natural aches and pains. Never does he resent your needs, though; no, your needs are his, for your happiness is shared. Difficult tasks for you might be easy for him, so why not bring you joy in the process? What good would he be if he did not make your life better than when he found it? You did the very same to his. Every move he makes reaffirms his conscious decision to make you a part of his life forever.

Words of Affirmation- The glint of the stars, brighter light than the wealth of any mountain, Fili's own heart, and every one of your names shall be all the reason you seek if you question the lengths he goes to for you. Defense of you in any confrontation comes naturally, be it your character, your purpose, or any other unfounded target being aimed upon. Fili voices his thoughts as they rise to his head, uttering wonderfully intrusive praises as he sees how beautiful you look, feels a warm rush of gratitude upon reflecting on how much you mean to him.

Kili

Words of Affirmation- Kili is swift with his words, always armed and ready to unsheathe them for any purpose. They are quick, charming, but with you, romantic. Poetic, even. Statements not just of his love for you, but touting your many qualities as if you hung the stars themselves and tossed them to him as falling meteors glittering down from space. You shine such a light into his life, his eyes, that he simply must reflect it back to you in the form of sharing exactly what he loves about you and why even what you see as your worst qualities deserve redeem. After all, you do the same for him, and you look amazing while you do it! Despite the bravado you may see, Kili gives the love he needs most, and hearing your sweet and heartfelt words has moved him to tears. With you he is no second, he is whole and reminded of your shared claim daily.

Physical Touch- The way Kili’s hands trace your form aligns with his slick words, but the way his body relaxes against yours, his hands seek yours in times of fear, is a sign of something greater. Every touch of his is a silent statement of his complete trust of you, the same trust you see when he lays his forehead against those of his family. Would that you not have provided Kili a shoulder to cry on without judgment, stories unlike none he’d ever heard, laughed at his every joke and made him bellow with his own laughter, he would not feel so safe with you as an extension of himself. A hand resting upon your hip or over yours speaks volumes from Kili.

Bilbo

Quality Time- Silence doesn’t bother Bilbo, at least not with you. From years of awkward attempts to occupy its void comes sweet, sweet relief at the knowledge of your presence with no expectations. He needn’t speak, simply hold you or sit by your side while you both embark on your quiet reading adventures or perhaps do a bit of knitting or crochet. Time has passed such as to ease Bilbo’s worries as to your inner thoughts, your words and actions contradicting any apprehension he has ever held. Unlike most, your presence fuels him rather than exhausting him. How else does he know it’s love?

Acts of Service- Meek as he claims to enjoy his life, Bilbo is a hobbit of action; sitting idly is not his hobby, but his reward. Similarly, in relationships he feels complacency is the enemy and works tirelessly to prove his love and— even as you remind him he needn’t— earn yours. Housekeeping is his everything, so you will soon be used to him sweeping up your dishes into his hands to wash, organizing your things back to the way he knows you like them, repairing torn clothing. After all, neither a Took nor a Baggins leaves their beloved wanting!

Thranduil

Gifts- Lavish is an understatement when describing the Elvenking, the majestic and elegantly adorned figure who had taken you beneath the velvet folds of his affection. The finest clothing is draped over you, gorgeous jewels of your chosen color will rest over your heart, encircle your wrists and fingers. Luxury existing beyond conspicuity, for Thranduil wishes the best in life upon you, especially if you had not been raised with it. His wealth can attain meaning if it improves your life…and marks you as his in the process.

Physical Touch- Thranduil embraces sensuality. The ecstasy of your warmth meeting his. The shivers he feels upon trailing his hands along your hips or spine bring a smile to his lips unfailingly. Beyond that, however, is the physical anchor your contact provides. Tethering him to this plane despite the ephemeral nature of his life, loves prior, connection to his subjects in a time of isolation. You hold him in the more silent moments as well as the loudest moments of love and ravishing, drying tears or simply feeling your joined heartbeats sharing a loving rhythm.

Feren

Acts of Service- Manifestations of this sort come in the form of Feren’s sheer dedication to caring for you. It is his greatest joy to restore your vitality at the end of the day, to gently guide you into a state of relaxation and have a direct hand in your beauty and happiness. Cleaning and taking care of your hair is his favorite; Feren’s hand is nothing but gentle whether he is massaging your scalp and rinsing it or performing any other upkeep like oiling your hair, applying curlers or a bonnet, or braiding or tying it. If anyone knows the feeling of a long day, it is he, and lightening your burden is not just what he would want, it is a weight off his own heart to watch the smile spread across your face.

Gifts- You compare Feren to a crow the way he collects what he sees. Nearly every day your beloved is bringing you some bounty home, be it flowers or chips of crystalline stone he found or even seeds to plant your own garden from the few points of life still glimmering deep in Mirkwood’s heart. Feren’s gifts of nature show you the heart he does not always reveal, the eyes he casts upon not only intruders but the entire woods. He considers every day a promise to you, every token a sign he kept his word to return to you and build your life together piece by beautiful piece.

Bard

Quality Time- He’s lived without money all his life; material possessions are fleeting things with little capacity to craft true joy. Nothing in the world, however, can replace the unique human souls Bard has come to know. Yours beyond included. Bard will sacrifice a few more hours’ work to see the game you’re building with his children, tell others and hold up a hand the moment they interrupt you. When many more years have passed and he goes on to be with his many fathers, Bard will grasp not for any riches, but for your hand before he awaits your joining him.

Acts of Service- It takes a real man to put himself in the place of his words, and Bard will be caught dead before he is a liar to you. Keeping promises is incredibly important to him, so you will have utmost confidence in the things he says he will do being completed. Being with a tradesman means you’ll often find things repaired before you even had a chance to ask Bard about them. Such is his way of showing you never leave his thoughts even amidst work and fatherhood— you are simply your own kind of important!

Beorn

Acts of Service- Words fail him. He speaks directly, spent years alone where words were of little use to him. Sometimes he is rendered silent in your presence, unsure what he could even say or how genuine it would seem. Second nature to him, however, is work. Effort. Effort you are well and beyond worth. A hot drink and breakfast ready for you every morning, flowers left where you'll find them. At the end of a long day, Beorn takes great pleasure in sitting you down, bathing you gently and scrubbing you hair, preparing it for your sleep whatever it needs. Words may fail him, but Beorn's every motion is an ellipse orbiting the sun you've brought to his solitary life.

Quality Time- The more space you occupy in Beorn's life, the more of a fixture you become. Altering his carefully curated routine in the best way, your presence is sheer comfort. Existing side-by-side even in silence returns his energy in a way he never thought possible. Sitting there whittling while you knit, Beorn's heart swells with a warmth of home and family that once felt beyond the realm of possibility. Domesticity is the cornerstone of all he fought and bled for, and despite his former assertions that his cottage was his and his alone, he dreads any day of returning home to it void of your presence.

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Moments with Modern Reader.

Thorin: It is deep into the night. The two of you on watch. There's the smell of woodsmoke and pipe tobacco. The sound of owls and croaking frogs. You don't say much. Listen to the steady sound of Thorin's breathing. Watch the night stars.

It's at night it hits you the hardest. With no one to speak to or distract you. The heavy pangs of homesickness. It turns your guts. Makes you worry, sick.

"Y/n?" You heard Thorin rumble from beside you. Unlike the others he's still the only one to call you by your name. No nicknames. "You are going to hurt yourself if you continue to do that." He pulls your hands apart. The skin is red on the back of your non-dominant hand. When did you?

"Your mind is heavy." You look at him. And with burning ears you look away.

"I suppose." You tell him going back to looking out in the distance. You squint your eyes. Trying to make out something in the darkness.

"There is nothing out there." Thorin tells you. You scoff. Shake your head.

"And how can you tell?" Thorin chuckles.

"Dwarves have keener eyes in the dark than man." It is then you realize Thorin has most likely seen you every time you've made a face or stuck your tongue out at him.

Thorin brushes the back of his hand against your arm. "What ails you?" You say nothing. Shrug.

"It's nothing. Honestly." You tell him. And truly were you to burden him with these thoughts?He has enough on his plate.

Thorin's staring at you. Looking at you as if he were pulling you apart piece by piece. Smoke bellows from his lips. His eyes dart. Then, once again, he separates your hands. This time holding one in his.

It's comforting. You think. A grounding warmth. It's safe.

"It is something. If the mere thought of it makes you hurt yourself Givashith*." He turns your hand. Rubs his thumb across your knuckles. "So tell me. So that I may ease your mind."

You begin to pull in on yourself. Thorin says nothing. Only watched as you pulled his hand towards you. Fiddle with his rings. Twisting them around his fingers. You take a breath. Ground yourself.

"I miss home. That's all." Still you stare at his hand. Wait for a laugh. A mock surely. You miss home. He lost his. His people. Your family is still safe and.

"Relax. You are not being judged." He pulls his hand away. Wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. He pauses. Waits to see if you'll move.

As if. It's comforting. The smell of him. Rich leather and tobacco smoke. His arm was heavy around you. You leaned closer. Resting your head on him. You felt Thorin tighten his hold around you.

Safe. It was safe here.

"I know that feeling. Missing home. You worry for your family. Your friends. It weighs on you. Pulls you down. The wondering if they are safe or not." You could feel the vibration in his chest as he speaks. Feel the tears in your eyes well. Threaten to spill.

"I would tell you not to worry if I knew it would do you good." Thorin exhaled smoke. Tamped out his pipe. "But I can assure you that you will be kept safe with us. We will find you a way home if we can. Search the ends of Middle Earth for what sent you here. To us." Thorin's head lowered and he brushed away the tears that fell.

"Until then. You will have a home always, in Erebor. Our home. You have helped my Company. I will help you. In this life and the next." The tears fell more freely. "You are apart of my Company. My people. And for as long as you remain, under my protection." He pulled you in. Held you tightly. "I do not say this nearly enough. But you are a gift sent to us. My little Khajimel*. A guiding star in these dark times. Stay. And I will give you a home."

* Givashith: Treasure that is young.

* Khajimel: Gift of all gifts.

Fili: The day had been long. Tiring. At the very least the group had gotten to bathe in the river. The cool water welcomed in the summer heat.

As you were washing you noticed the chipped paint on your nails. Most laid bare save for one or two stubborn blue blotches.

When you got back to camp you pulled your pack into your lap. Digging out a small bag stuffed with things from home you couldn't bear to part with. Out of it came your phone. Long dead. Car keys, chapstick. Mints which you stuck into your pocket. A lighter, a paper bound book and. There! Gods knew how it was still in one piece. Or how you still had it. But it was there. Half empty. But there. Your nail polish.

For the most part the group ignored you. Busy re-braiding their hair or stitching up holes in their clothes. So you left in peace to repaint your nails. A sense of normalcy you hadn't had in months.

Until it came to paint the nails of your dominant hand. You grumbled. Muttered curses.

"What are you doing?" Fili asked. Sitting across from you. You look up. Noticed most of his hair was still loose. Still damp from the river.

"Painting my nails?" More a question than an answer. You held your finished hand up. Fili took it in his. Studied your now blue nails.

"What is it?" He asked still holding your hand.

"It's nail polish? Do you not have that here?" You asked. Fili shook his head. Still holding your hand."Don't touch it!" You almost yelled. "You'll smudge it because it's not dry yet."

"Sorry." He told you. You gave a laugh and took back your hand. Picking the bottle back up to restart your other hand. Or were. Fili stopped you. Took the bottle.

"May I?" He asked. "Paint your nails. I mean." You face flushed. On one hand you didn't have to paint your other hand and mess it up. But also. Fili got to hold your hand.

Actually. That's not bad.

"Ya. Go ahead." Oh ya. Real smooth. Your voice squeaked when you said that. Fili smiles. Laughs. Blasted dwarf.

Fili took your hand in his . Pulled the brush from the bottle. His nose scrunches. "It smells weird." You shrug your shoulders.

"It goes away after the paint dries for a while." With little else to do Fili painted your nails.

It sends butterflies to your stomach. The way he was treating you. Softly. Gently. Careful not to turn your fingers too far. Made sure not to smudge the paint.

"There." He told you. All too soon it ended. "It's very pretty." His fingers brush your palm as he pulls away. "Almost as pretty as you." At that your faced burned. Feeling as if though you would combust you'd sputtered out a thank you.

For what you weren't sure.

Dwalin: You know. You were pretty sure that this was how you were gonna die.

Sure. You did have a part in The Battle of Five Armies. And maybe you did help Slayer Azog the Defiler. You certainly had the scars to show for it.

But this was Dwalin. The dwarf you were sure wanted you dead for most of the journey. It sure felt like it with all the quick lessons he would give you every time the Company rested.

He trained you as if each lesson could end in your death. In the end you learned it was because he cared for you. Worried about your safety as one the most inexperienced in the group.

It was because of his training you lived. Through Goblin Town in Mirkwood. Against the orcs and against Azog.

It was because if Dwalin you were able to keep the Durins' safe. And it was Dwalin you carried your battered body to the healers tent. It was him who stayed by your side until you woke.

It was because of that you were here now. A wooden training sword in hand. Weighted with led to mimic a real one. Dwalin across from you. Seeming like a towering giant at the end of the beanstalk.

Your breathing was heavy. Focused. You hung to every word he told you. Went through drills more familiar to you than the roads of your hometown. You knew it set his mind at ease. Always to keep you safe until he could come. It made your heart warm that he cares so deeply.

Dwalin cared for you like family. With it came an undying loyalty.

For the fifth time that day the wooden sword was knocked from your hands. For the first time you were able to move. A quick roll and a spring from your legs. An unseen pull of the short swords at your hips.

The smile in Dwalins face was nothing short of brilliant. His loud laugh and words of praise filled you with pride.

"Rest pebble." Both of you were breathing heavily. Clothing stuck to sweaty skin. "I'll go and get the water. Wait here." You did. Immediately sitting on the floor when he left as to catch your breath. A smile still at your lips. Both from success and Dwalins praise.

You found it funny he still called you pebble despite your age. An adult by the terms of man. Still a child in most dwarven eyes.

You heard the doors open and close to the training room. A group of young dwarves spilling in. Loudly to.

You stood moving away from the floor to give them space. Instead you sat on the bench that held the shedded outerwear of yours and Dwalins clothes.

You picked up the small silver circlet that marked you as the family of Durin. It was Thorins hands that made it.

It was made of a thin silver. There was only one gem and it rested on your brow. The metal wove around itself to your temples. There it stopped at two ravens on either side. Thier wings held open in flight.

It was precious to you. Not for what it was made of. But from who it came from and what it stood for.

.

You knew Dwalin was going to give you an earful later. You hadn't noticed that the same group of Dwarves came up to you.

"You're y/n. Right? The so called "Slayer of Azog "?" You cringed. Died a little bit on the inside. They laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

It wasn't even the proper title.

"Depends on why you're asking." You told them. Every warning bell your body had to offer was going off. The group numbered three and we're trying to surround you on the bench.

Your stood. Placed the circlet on your brow purely out of habbit. The redheaded dwarf. The one who asked the question, screwed his face in disgust.

"We only wish to meet the person who our King holds in such. High regard." Lord almighty. He could have just said he wanted to spill your guts with the amount of venom he spilled on those words.

Slowly you turned yourself towards the exit.

"Were friends." Family actually. But they didn't need to know that. The red head laughed. Shouldered the other two.

"We also came to see your skill. Surely you must be a fine warrior to have fought alongside the kings and Prince's." At this the others snorted.

Ya well. That was mostly luck and enough spite at life to not die on anyone's terms but your own. And the fact you were kinda pissed Thorin left you behind. Understandable but still.

"I." You shook your head. "No thanks." At that the red head smiled. It made you sick just to see it.

"There isn't a choice here. You will show us. We can't have the king with a weak "friend" can we?" He spat out the word friend as if he had personal beef with it.

They came closer. You stepped back. Still they came. You found your body moving without you telling it to. Shifting and moving into a more defensive posture.

"I have nothing to prove to you, Nidoy*" His face curled into a snarl. Clear disdain for that name. You'd call him worse but then would come the conversation from Balin on how you knew more swears than actual conversation in Khuzdul.

You'd blame Dwalin of course.

"That's sad. Really. I'd hoped you would be more willing." He gets cut off. The moment he made a move to grab you you threw an open palm. Connected the heel of your hand to his nose. Listened to his wail and the crack of bone.

He fell to his knees. Face in hand. Blood spilled from between his fingers. A string of curses left his lips. He barked out something in Khuzdul too quickly for you to fully understand.

The other two gripped your arms. Held so tightly you knew there would be bruises deep within your skin. You swallowed thickly.

When was Dwalin coming back.

Your answer was soon. Very soon.

The red head was in his feet one moment. Coming at you with a fury rivaling Smaug's.

Then he was gone. A blurr of movement in front of you. A cry that rattled your chest.

Dwalin.

The two holding you left quickly. Scrambling out the door and leaving their companion behind.

Dwalin looked murderous. Speaking rapidly in his native tongue. The dwarfs now bloodied shirt was held in one hand. His feet just brushing the floor.

Shit.

"Dwalin!" You yelled. Lord's above you were not about to break that up physically. "Dwalin!" Louder this time. More desperate. Shit please. "Dwalin!" At last he turned. Gaze softening when his eyes landed on you.

"Y/n?" He spoke. You swallowed thickly. Watched as the dwarf tried to run. Dwalin jerked at his shirt. Practically snarling for him to stay out. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head.

"No. I'm not." Dwalin sighed heavily. Shoved the now trembling dwarf.

"Go boy. Get your friends." He leaned forward. Whispered something in his ear that had the dwarfs face drain of color.

He ran. Scrambled to the door.

Dwalin came to you. Turning your head side to side. Checking your hands. Your ribs. He stopped at your arms. Large bruises already forming against your skin. Dwalin ran his fingers over it.

"I am sorry. Pebble. For not coming sooner." You shook your head. Punched his chest.

"Don't be. You can't control what they did. Or even have known it would happen." You pulled away. Looked up at him. "Dwalin. I'm safe now. Besides. I got a good hit in at least." At this Dwalin roared with laughter. Pulled you close.

"Aye. You did. You did."

"Dwalin. You're kinda squishing me."

*Nidoy: Boy

[goldrun]

Built on glass

A/N: I drabble no one asked for? You got it! Spreading some Dwalin love. Also, there’s gonna be a part two, since that’s the only way for me to keep on writing.

Taglist: @nerdbirdsworld​ @daydreamer-in-training​ @dreams-of-wander​ @bluemirkwood​

Pairing: Dwalin x Reader

Word count: 1807

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Dwalin was known as the grumpy and gruff dwarf but, beside everything he was a true fighter. He fought many battles and the scars were still visible. He may looked tough, but every warrior has a soft spot. Living in the Blue Mountains, he found himself in the forges everyday. Working hard and breaking many a sweat. Dwalin was a lonely dwarf who never wed. Not that he never wanted a wife, he just thought it wasn’t something for him. He could never picture himself with a wife and children. He was alone and he was content with it. Something Balin could never understand. But there were times Dwalin had needs as well. 

Tonight Dwalin stood in front of a brothel. Someplace he’d always promised himself to never turn to, but tonight he did. He despised himself for it. It was located in a dark alley, a secluded place far from town. In front of the entrance hung a thick red velvet curtain. He looked nervously around him, praying he wouldn’t see someone familiar. Two sparsely dressed dwarrowdams walked past by him closely, as they heard them whisper something to each other, words he wished he’d heard. The two women disappeared into another alley. Dwalin looked up to the sky, it was a full moon and the air was cold. He was attempting to sort his thoughts, but he couldn’t. He took a deep breath as he stepped towards the red curtain and pulled it away. 

He stepped into a small room, with in the back a wooden counter. There were dwarrows everywhere he could look. The usually tough and burly dwarf never felt smaller and more insecure than in this very moment.

An older dwarrow welcomed him. “Goodnight master! How may I help you?” She asked politely. 

“I-I’d like a room please.” He answered nervously. Was he really doing this? 

She looked questionable as she furrowed her eyebrows. “Very well! Tonight is not very busy, so we have enough girls to assist you.” She smiled. “Is there anyone of your liking?” 

Dwalin took a quick look around. Sure they were all beautiful but none of them really caught his eye. And then his gaze landed on you. You wore a blue robe, made of a see through linen and left almost nothing to his imagination. You made him think of a warm breeze on a summer evening or a red wine with with hints of peaches and plums. 

“Her.” He said without breaking eye contact with you. “Marvelously!” She said joyful. “Y/N will you take it from here?” 

You nodded and without saying a word you walked up the dark wooden stairs as Dwalin followed you. Walking past by three other doors you reached yours. You didn’t even had a key. When you opened the door you let Dwalin in first, you followed after. Your room was small, and only contained a bed, a couch, a wooden chair and a small cabinet for your belongings, which weren’t many. 

He sat down on the end of the bed while you stood in front of him. “What’s your name?” You asked sudden and you looked into his eyes. You heard the fire crackling in the fireplace behind you. “Dwalin.” He answered shortly as if he wanted to keep it a secret. “Well, I’m Y/N.” He hadn’t shown any reaction. “Is this your first time here?” You wondered when you turned your head sideways a little. He nodded. “Do I need to explain how this works?” You said as you stepped closer to him. Your hand reached for the buckle that kept your robe together but then you felt a large hand on your upper arm. “Don’t.” Dwalin enjoined. “I’ll pay you so you’ll be not getting in trouble.”

“W-why? Am I not what you expected?” You startled and took a step back.

“No no you are. It’s just…” He paused. “It doesn’t feel right.” He said and took a glance at you.

You felt relieved, not understanding why. You’ve done this many times. You put on your grey robe, which covered most of your body now. Dwalin sat down on the old couch and you sat down on a dark brown chair at the opposite of him.

“I have heard about you. You’re well known in the Blue Mountains.” You acknowledged. 

Dwalin chuckled softly, it sounded more like a grumble. “Positive things I hope?”

“Yes, about your battles. How many you’ve won.” You turned your face to him. “But I never expected to meet you in a place like this.”

“Me neither.” He chortled. “What about you?” He questioned.

“I have worked here ever since I was young. I really don’t know anything better than this.”

“Was it your own choice?” He questioned. You shook your head while staring at the wall.

“The lady downstairs, I assume she’s your boss. Does she treat you well?”

“She is, and she does, in her own way.” You shrugged and lied. Dwalin nodded.

“I have a ten-year* old daughter, her name is Mera.” You revealed. “I really don’t want to let her grow up in this wretched place. I hope one day we can escape this. I’m saving every coin I can.” You looked down while fiddling with the fabric of your robe.

Dwalin sighed, his heart was swelled with sympathy. He couldn’t believe he was going to ask this. “Would you like to move into my house?” He asked, glaring at you. 

“Do you really mean that? I’m not sure if I can accept such an offer.” You said surprised. Dwalin nodded. If any other man would’ve asked you this you would’ve definitely said no, you could already guess their intentions. But something about him felt…reliable.

“This is no place for a child to grow up.” He paused. “My house, it’s not big, but it’s decent.” You didn’t know what to say. “You can find a job in town and find your own place for you and your daughter when you’re able to.” He continued, sharing a glance. You could even see a twinkle in his eye.

“I don’t want to seem like as if I’m taking advantage of you.” You said. “I would love to come with you, but aren’t you afraid of what people are going to say?” 

“Couldn’t care less about what the folks may think.” 

You smiled. “Alright, I’ll just go grab my stuff.” You walked towards the drawer as you pulled out a large bag and started to gather your most important stuff. The last thing you packed was a stuffed animal, a rabbit, for Mera. 

“I’ll go fetch Mera.” You said. She was with your friend, Bronn, on the top floor, where the living space was located. “Yes, just take your time.” Dwalin said. 

You walked out of your room, heading towards the stairs and then Bronn’s room when you knocked on the door. “Amad!!” You heard a high pitched voice scream. The door flew open. “Sanûrzud!” You said lovingly as you picked her up, her little arms around you neck. “Shouldn’t you be asleep my dear?” You asked curiously. “No Bronn let me stay up!” You smiled at the chemistry they had.  “No I didn’t! She just didn’t want to sleep!” Bronn chimed in as you laughter followed. 

But then your face turned serious. “Bronn I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" She said when she sat down on her bed. Her long brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders. You sat down next to her with Mera on your lap who quietly snuggled into you.

"We're going to leave tonight." You paused shortly. "Permanently."

Bronn needed to process it all. "Where are you going?"

"I had a client tonight. We didn't do anything, he even gave me money so i wouldn't get in trouble. And he offered me to go with him." You told her.

"I understand, I would've done the same. You want the best for Mera." Bronn acknowledged. 

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm going to miss you two girls so much!" She said, hugging the both of you. “We’re going to miss you too!” You said as you embraced her. “We will meet again, I’m sure.” Bronn nodded, almost crying. 

You stood up while carrying Mera on one arm, she fit in perfectly. Bronn walked you towards the door and embraced you once more. “Take care.” She said at last.

While walking down the stairs and towards your room, you felt a relieve. None of these rooms you will ever see again. 

“We’re ready.” You said while standing on the sill and Dwalin rose  from the chair and smiled when he noticed Mera in your arms, who couldn’t fight the battle of sleep. “So this is Mera.” He said, looking delighted, mimicking your expression. You chuckled. “Yes, this is my little ball of sunshine.” His gaze softened. 

You looked around your room, as if you we’re saying goodbye.

“I’ll take your bag.” He said, when he picked it up from your bed.

“You ready?” Dwalin asked. You nodded slowly as your gaze turned to his. 

“Ready.”

Miss Vogur, your boss, looked up disapproving when she saw you walking towards her counter. “And where do you think you’re going?” She never took a liking of you, and when you became pregnant she treated you even worse. No matter how hard you tried to be nice to her, she always found something on you to pick on. “I’m leaving for a better life.”

“A better life.” She almost choked on her words. “You should be thankful to me for taking care of you all these years you ungrateful girl.” Miss Vogur said with a mocking voice. It made you shudder. 

“You were born a whore and you will always be a whore!” She spit the words in your face as you took a step back, in shock. 

“That’s enough!” Dwalin chimed in and stood in front of you protectively. “You’re nothing!” Miss Vogur was the last thing she managed to say when Dwalin led you towards the exit of the building. The sudden quietness and the cold air outside immediately calmed  you down. “What a wretched woman.” He said. “Trust me, I’ve met women worse than her.” You answered with a glance.

You looked down at Mera, who managed to sleep throughout the entire argument. This was really for the best. For the both of you.

“This way.” Dwalin said and gestured towards an alley. You let out a soft sigh as you walked next to him.

This was your way to a new life.

Translation:

Sanûrzud – perfect (true/pure) sun

*5 years old in human years

[balinsbestie]

Being pregnant with Dwalin’s child (part 1) 

Warning: difficulty getting pregnant, no specifics 

The scent of spiced tea filled the room as you poured Balin a fresh cup, your hands trembling ever so slightly. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but the elder dwarf was as sharp as ever. 

“Now, lass,” he said, settling back in his chair with a knowing smile. “You’ve been fussin’ over that teapot like it holds the Arkenstone. What’s on your mind?” 

You hesitated, your fingers gripping the handle of your own cup. The news you carried was something you’d dreamed of sharing for years, but now that the moment was here, words seemed to fail you. 

“I…” You took a deep breath, the joy bubbling up despite your nerves. “I’m with child, Balin.” 

For a moment, his expression froze, and then his entire face lit up with a grin so wide it made you laugh. “By Mahal’s beard! That’s wonderful news!” He leaned forward, his hands clasping yours. “How long have you known?” 

“Only a few days,” you admitted, a warm blush creeping into your cheeks. “I’ve been feeling different—more tired than usual—and Dis confirmed it for me.” 

“And you haven’t told Dwalin?” Balin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. 

“I don’t know how to tell him,” you confessed, biting your lip. “We’ve been trying for so long… what if he doesn’t believe me? Or—” 

“Rubbish,” Balin interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. “That brother of mine worships the ground you walk on. He’s going to be overjoyed.” 

You smiled at that, the thought of Dwalin’s reaction warming your heart. “I just want it to be perfect.” 

“Perfect, eh?” Balin stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Well, he’s off sharpening his axes just now. Why not tell him when he’s finished? A moment like this doesn’t need grand gestures, lass—it just needs you.” 

You nodded, your resolve strengthening. “Thank you, Balin.” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said with a chuckle. “You’ll have to put up with a lot of fussing from him now. Mark my words.” 

Telling Dwalin 

You found Dwalin in the armory, his broad shoulders hunched over the grindstone as he worked. The rhythmic scrape of metal against stone filled the room, and for a moment, you simply watched him. He looked so strong, so steady—yet the thought of him holding something as small and delicate as your child made your heart swell. 

“Dwalin,” you called softly, stepping into the room. 

He paused, glancing over his shoulder. The sight of you brought a rare smile to his face. “Lass,” he said, setting the axe aside. “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve got somethin’ to say.” 

Your nerves flared again, but you pushed through them, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “I do,” you admitted, taking his calloused hands in yours. “There’s something I need to tell you.” 

His brow furrowed, concern flashing in his blue eyes. “Are you all right?” 

“I’m more than all right,” you assured him, squeezing his hands. “I’m… Dwalin, I’m carrying our child.” 

For a moment, he just stared at you, his face unreadable. Then, as your words sank in, his eyes widened, and his mouth parted slightly. “You mean…?” His voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving. 

“Yes,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “We’re going to have a baby.” 

Dwalin let out a shaky breath, his hands tightening around yours as he pulled you into his arms. He held you so tightly it was as though he were afraid you might disappear. “By Mahal…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “After all this time…” 

You buried your face against his chest, his warmth and strength enveloping you. “I was so nervous to tell you,” you admitted. 

“Nervous?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression fierce but tender. “Lass, this is the greatest news I’ve ever heard.” 

His hand moved to your belly, resting there with a gentleness that seemed at odds with his rough exterior. “You’re carryin’ my child,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “Our child.” 

You smiled through your tears, covering his hand with yours. “Our child.” 

Dwalin’s grin was rare but breathtaking, and he kissed you then—deeply, reverently—as though trying to convey all the love and joy he felt in that single moment. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were bright with unshed tears. 

“I’ll protect you both with my life,” he vowed, his voice steady and unyielding. “You have my word.” 

“I know,” you said, your heart full. “I’ve always known.” 

And as he held you close, the future stretched before you—bright, beautiful, and full of promise. 

[undeadimmortality]

Dwalin X reader part two

You glanced up at Dwalin while he made his way back to camp. You were slowly, the pain in your stomach growing bigger. You regretted walking away, bringing such sadness to this man made your heart hurt. But why did he feel this way? He was a warrior and the kings right hand man. He didn’t have time for a woman, a human woman at that. You weren’t anything, not royalty, not rich by any means, you fought well and took on missions that brought in coin. But why did it feel like this was not true? Maybe he felt the same as you. You pushed the hope that rose in you, away and tried to fall asleep. After the days blurred into the other, you began to realize that Dwalin only wanted to pleasure of a woman, or so you assumed. He didn’t pay you much attention after that night and barely looked at your for the next few days. One night in particular, Thorin was starting to have to men on watch as the area was getting more dangerous every night. Tonight was you and Dwalin. After supper, you set off toward the tree Dwalin was leaning up on and sat next to him. You both sat here in silence which felt like forever until he decided to finally speak to you.

“Lass, I....I-I want to apologize for the other night.” He sputtered out.

“Sorry about what?”

“For making ye uncomfortable I suppose, when you got up and fled quickly the way ye did.”

“Dwalin, I left because you had gotten what you wanted. I’m afraid I have more feelings than just those of pleasure for you and I wanted to be rid of them as quickly as they came, I mean your a great warrior from royalty and I’m...nothing of that measure. I -I’m just saying, no need to be sorry, I’m honored you had eyes for me at all.” You rambled on, quickly regretting that you had just spoken the utter truth. You felt like a fool, expecting Dwalin to laugh at you. Instead, Dwalin reached over and picked you up and set you on his lap, your legs on either side of his. You gasped at the action that just occurred not knowing what to do next.

“Ada, you are everything to me. I fell for ya the moment you walked through that hobbits door! Yer the most beautiful lass I have ever laid my eyes upon, I can’t get enough of you, your eyes, your lips, your smell. Yer smart and a fierce warrior, you belong to the king of middle earth, lass, I’m nothing compared to ye” and with that he pulled you coward and kissed you, all his feelings that had built up, cams through in this one kiss. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer, tears pooling in your eyes. You’ve never felt so much love before, is this what it felt like? Love? You love Dwalin, you felt it in your whole body.

He pulled back catching his breath for air.

I love you, Dwalin.” You whispered and looked into his eyes. His eyes, filled with some much emotion.

“Ads, I love you more than life itself, and I want to be with ye for the rest of my life if you’ll have me.” You smiled.

“Yes” you nodded. Dealing turned you around and put you between his legs, wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close to his chest and rested his head on your shoulder, stealing a kiss on your neck every so often. You hadn’t known what happiness and joy felt like until this moment, wrapped in Dealins arms brought out so many feelings that over joyed and scared you at the same time. You couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring.

[raisedinerebor]

More than just a body

Pairing: Dwalin x Reader

Song:  Jordan Suaste - Body

Warnings: Angst. Self doubts. Alluding to smut.

AN: Sorry that its short but I do hope some of you enjoy it.

Tags: @fizzyxcustard​

Its when his hands are on my hips I feel most at home. With his lips on mine as I cry out my song to the heavens above. How do I explain to you that this is the safest I have ever felt in my life?

That my anxieties are only quelled as you whisper your love to my tired soul.

I have watched you tear men apart with those hands. Those same hands that wrap themselves so gently around my wrists and pin them to the bed above me. That it is the only way you can get me to bare my self doubt to you. Your lips lay praise along my neck and down my chest. Taking away all of my insecurities.

How many times have you laid me down like this? How many more times before had you patiently waited for me to lay down my walls? 

Oh god. How long had I wallowed in my self doubts? When I thought it mattered how I looked for someone to love me? When I thought no one would want a woman whose thighs moved as she walked. Whose stomach was rounded and soft. A woman’s whose hips bore than just the scars of growth.

I still wonder how it is you love me. How you fell for me.

You whisper it each night on your knees. Laying down prayers upon my thighs that tremble in anticipation of what is to come. You tell me that your love for me is endless. That it is as long lasting as there are stars in the sky.

You have told me time and time again that nothing could happen to me that would make you love me less. But at times I still find myself counting stars just to be sure.

What is it that you love about me. What is it that makes you come back again and again.

Is it my heart? You have told me that you love its song. That you smile each time I make room for just one more in my overfilling arms. It can’t be my voice. For I can’t carry a tune to save my life. But when you speak to me its to keep me calling out to you. It’s as if you fear going deaf and wish to hear my voice as your last song.

You have told me I am more than my body. That I do not have to seek love physically. That I don’t need to douse the burning in my soul in the arms of another. That it isn’t only my looks that should be the deciding factor of my loves worth.

“If that was the case” You had told me. “Then you should have never fallen for me.” Oh how quick I was to tell you otherwise. That any Dam would be a fool not to fall for you. You with your quick wit and to caring heart. You love with the intensity of a burning sun.  I was so worried with telling you your own worth you could only look at me with the saddest eyes.

“Lass. How is it that you are determined to tell others that their worth is more than their body. That they are more than what others decide. That you can’t preach that same love to yourself.”

It left me breathless. How can I tell you that I don’t. That I can’t seem to love myself. 

That I don’t want someone else to look into a mirror with glazed eyes trying to find one shred of self love.

Still my words stick as you press your lips to mine. And you know.

You know that I can’t find my love. So you give me yours. In hope that I can search for mine. That I can see what you see. And sometimes I do. 

In the delicate dance of my hands as I press pen to paper. In the creativity of my  mind as I draw out worlds only I can see. Its in my heart. My abused and bleeding heart as I let one more in. One more person take my love so they can love themselves.

Its when you lay with me I fell my safest. Its the only time I can tear down my walls. The only time I can speak to you my love without the fear or rejection or laughter. Its in the throws of passion that I find myself loving us a little bit more. That I find myself loving me a little bit more. For how can I not when you speak such sweet words. Words you save only for me.

That I am more than just my body.

[hjori-kunoichi]

I'm glad you're back @meganlpie ! Thank you for this lovely Dwalin fic 💕

Lost Chances

Based on this request: Could you possibly do one with Dwalin? Please. Reader and Dwalin have feelings for each other but the other is too scared to say something, and then someone reminds them that the journey they’re on might not have a happy ending and so the suck it up and confess? Please if not that’s completely fine :)

Here you are! I do apologize for the wait, but I am back now! As always, I do not own ANY The Hobbit characters. They are Tolkien's property.

Warnings: Little angst, mentions of injury, Bilbo is a Nosy Rosie. Fluff! It's a little short.

Pairings: Dwalin x reader

You watched Dwalin from across the camp. It was something you'd found yourself doing more and more as your journey continued. You couldn't seem to help it really. After all, you’d been watching his back for years now. Even more so when you realized that you were in love with him. But the journey you were on was important. There was simply no time for the distraction that was love. At least that's what you thought.

"He notices, you know," Bilbo's voice said, making you jump a little. You turned to him with a questioning look. "Dwalin," he continued, "He doesn't miss a thing and he has noticed you staring." You sighed. "And what, pray tell Mr. Baggins, am I expected to do with that information?" Bilbo smiled and shrugged. "Maybe you should tell him how you feel. I am certain he feels the same way."

An undignified snort escaped you as you laughed at his ridiculous ideas. "Very funny, Mr. Baggins." He didn't look pleased at your response, causing you to sigh again. "Look…Bilbo, I love Dwalin. I have for years now, but this journey we're on is dangerous. We have to be alert, ready for anything, at all times. I cannot afford to let my feelings get in the way."

"You can't afford not to. Yes, the journey is perilous. All the more reason to tell him. This quest may not have a happy ending for any of us. Do you really want to risk losing your life or have Dwalin risk his without him knowing how you feel about him? Would you lose your chance at happiness?" With that, Bilbo left you to your thoughts. You hated to admit it, but he was right. You could very well die on the journey and Dwalin would never know how much he meant to you. But could you really be courageous enough to tell him?

You spent the better part of three days thinking on what Bilbo had said. You were distracted and were certain everyone could tell. Especially after the goblin tunnels. You had gotten hurt because you were so focused on making certain Dwalin got out safely. Now, he was scolding you rather harshly. Fortunately he'd had the good graces to do it out of the presence of the others.

"What were ya thinkin'?!" he chided sternly. He wasn't yelling which made you feel even worse. "I was protecting you, the way I always do, Dwalin." He shook his head, his eye boring into your soul. "I never asked ya ta! I can't fight properly if I'm worried about ya. What would possess ya ta do such a thing?" His voice grew softer the longer he looked at your face.

"I-I couldn't watch you get hurt. Every time you do, it kills me. I love you too much." Dwalin's movements froze and it quickly dawned on you what you'd said. Your eyes met his again as you waited for him to respond. "I-He was right? He told me I should tell ya. That ya felt the same." You laughed a little. "Bilbo? Apparently the hobbit is something of an expert when it comes to matters of the heart. He told me the same thing and he was right. I could lose you, Dwalin. I can't take that risk without telling you how much I love you. And I do love you. Very much."

Dwalin dropped the cloth he was using to clean your wound in the dirt. You understood his surprise. It was one thing to think that someone loved you; it was another thing entirely to hear it out loud. "Ya mean that? Ya love me? I'd have thought Thorin or even one of the princes would be more yer type." You rolled your eyes.

"I'll just go to one of them then, shall I?" You moved to brush passed him, but Dwalin stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm. You suddenly found yourself being pulled close to his chest. There was a fire in his gaze as he glanced down at your lips and then back to your eyes. "No. Please," he said, his voice not matching the expression in his eyes. "I wouldn't, Dwalin. I don't love them. I love you."

"I love ya too, Y/N," he admitted softly. You smiled at him before leaning in a little at a time. You stopped just before his lips, giving him opportunity to decline you if he chose to. To say you were ecstatic when he closed the gap between you would have been an understatement. It was like nothing you'd felt before. It wasn't even the kiss itself that would be etched in your memory forever. It would be the feeling of Dwalin's hands on your cheek and lower back, the sound of your breaths mixing together, and the scent that was uniquely Dwalin. That was what you would remember when people asked you over the years what your first kiss with Dwalin was like. It was all consuming and yet not enough at the same time. This was kiss was something you would never forget.

(a/n: It's good to be back! I hope you enjoyed this!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose @lady-of-lies @esoltis280 @stories-by-shanna-p @motleymoose @dark-angel-is-back

Tolkien Tags: @jotink78 @thealbersclan @justcallmecinammon @wanderinglittlefangirl @evyiione @legolaslovely

[bettythedwarfqueen]

✨✨Beth’s Masterlist✨✨

I’m in the process of doing a major overhaul on most of my fics-- the only one I still need to update the original parts for is “Why Are You Here” past part one.

Bifur

Caught Staring (BifurXdwarf!reader)

Bilbo

*to be written later*

Bofur

About Last Night (BofurXdwarf!reader)

Bad Day (BofurXdwarf!reader)

But You Could Get Sick (BofurXreader)

Bombur

Jaybird- Part 1 (BofurXhuman!reader)

Jaybird- Part 2

Bombur’s New Stove (BomburXhuman!reader)

Dwalin

The Love of a Guard (DwalinXdwarf!reader)

Fíli

Amber Ale and uncertainties (Fíli)

Kíli

It’s Just a Song— Part 1 (KíliXhuman!reader) (I don’t like this series anymore so i’m not just redoing it)

It’s Just a Song— Part 2

Taken— Part 1 (KíliXDwarf!reader)

Taken—Part 2

Taken— END

Nori

On My Honor (NoriXhuman!reader)

Ori

Buttons (OriXdwarf!reader)

Fear the Dark —ignore this one; I'm not redoing it for Ori. (the premise was repurposed and used for Jaybird though)

Forgotten Formalities (OriXhobbit!reader)

Why Are You Here? Part 1 (OriXdwarf!reader)

Why Are You Here? Part 2

Why Are You Here? Part 3

Why Are You Here? Part 4

Why Are You Here? Part 5

Thorin

The Ones Left Behind (ThorinXhobbit!reader) -Part 1 ?

The Ones Left Behind—Part 2

[band--psycho]

Heyyyyy love, i have just seen your post about the challenge! What an amazing idea! You really deserve eveysingle one of your followers!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I was wondering, since I am need of sweetness , what about It i ask you a DwalinxReader fluff shot with the prompt "I want another baby" 🤣 so subtle i know.

Awww thank you so much!!!❤️❤️ Aha definitely subtle 🤣this is gonna be so fluffly!!

[balinsbestie]

A birthday surpise for Dwalin 

The great halls of Erebor echoed with the quiet hum of life—smiths hammering, voices chattering, and the occasional burst of laughter from distant corridors. But in one secluded corner of the mountain, you and Balin sat at a small table, your heads close together as you plotted a grand surprise. 

“Now, lass,” Balin began, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he rubbed his hands together, “if we’re going to pull this off, we’ll need to be crafty. My brother’s not exactly one for fuss.” 

“That’s putting it mildly,” you replied with a grin. “But he deserves a celebration, especially for a milestone like this.” 

Balin nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Two hundred years. Hard to believe he’s managed to live this long with the amount of fights he’s been in.” 

“Probably because he’s so stubborn,” you teased, earning a chuckle from Balin. “But that’s what makes him Dwalin.” 

The plan was simple—or at least as simple as anything involving Dwalin could be. A small gathering with close friends, a feast fit for a king (or a particularly hungry dwarf), and a gift that you hoped would show him just how much he meant to you. 

“You’re sure he won’t suspect anything?” you asked, glancing at Balin. 

The elder dwarf chuckled, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “Oh, he might grumble when he figures it out, but deep down, he’ll appreciate it. You’ve a way of softenin’ him, lass.” 

You felt your cheeks warm at that. “Let’s just hope it works.” 

The Day of the Surprise 

The dining hall was a sight to behold, with banners hung along the walls and a grand table laden with roasted meats, fresh breads, and Dwalin’s favorite ales. Thorin, Fili, Kili, and the rest of the company had all pitched in to make the evening special, though keeping it a secret from the guest of honor had been no small feat. 

“Is he coming?” you asked Balin nervously, adjusting a tray of honey cakes on the table. 

“He’s on his way,” Balin assured you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Dis lured him out of the mountain earlier to keep him busy, but he’ll be back any moment.” 

Sure enough, moments later, the heavy thud of boots echoed down the hall. The dwarves all scrambled into position, their excitement barely contained. You stood near the head of the table, your heart pounding as the door swung open. 

Dwalin stepped inside, his expression instantly suspicious as he took in the gathered crowd. “What’s this?” he growled, his eyes narrowing. 

“Surprise!” the company shouted, their voices filling the hall. 

Dwalin froze, his eyes scanning the room before finally landing on you. His usual scowl softened, replaced by a look of quiet astonishment. “You planned this?” he asked, his voice low as he approached you. 

“With some help,” you admitted, glancing at Balin, who gave you a sly wink. “We wanted to celebrate you, Dwalin. Two hundred years is something to be proud of.” 

For a moment, he said nothing, his piercing blue eyes fixed on yours. Then, to your surprise, he smiled—a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” 

“It wasn’t trouble,” you said softly. “Not for you.” 

He shook his head, clearly at a loss for words, before reaching out to pull you into a gentle hug. The company let out a chorus of cheers and whistles, causing you both to laugh. 

The Gift 

As the evening wore on, filled with laughter, food, and stories of Dwalin’s many adventures, you slipped away to retrieve your gift. When you returned, you found him standing near the hearth, a tankard of ale in hand as he listened to Thorin recount a tale of their youth. 

“Dwalin,” you called, drawing his attention. “I have something for you.” 

He set the tankard down, his brow furrowing as you handed him a carefully wrapped package. “What’s this?” 

“Open it and see,” you urged, suddenly nervous. 

He untied the string and unwrapped the cloth, revealing a beautifully crafted dagger. The blade was engraved with intricate runes, and the hilt was wrapped in leather dyed a deep green—the same shade as the ribbon you always wore in your hair. 

Dwalin stared at the weapon for a long moment, his thumb brushing over the runes. “This is… incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. 

“I had it made just for you,” you explained, your heart racing. “The runes spell out strength, loyalty, and courage—everything you are to me.” 

His gaze snapped up to meet yours, and for a moment, the room seemed to fade away. “You didn’t have to do this, lass,” he said quietly, though the gratitude in his voice was unmistakable. 

“I wanted to,” you replied, stepping closer. “You deserve it.” 

He reached out, pulling you into another embrace. “You’re too good to me,” he murmured against your hair. 

“And you’re worth it,” you whispered back, feeling his arms tighten around you. 

Later That Night 

As the party wound down and the company began to disperse, Dwalin lingered at your side, his hand resting lightly on your back. Balin passed by, his eyes twinkling as he clapped Dwalin on the shoulder. 

“Well, brother,” Balin said with a grin, “looks like you’ve had quite the celebration.” 

“Aye,” Dwalin replied, his voice gruff but warm. “Thanks to you lot. And… her.” 

Balin shot you a knowing look, leaning in to whisper, “Told you he’d appreciate it.” 

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “You were right.” 

As Balin wandered off, Dwalin turned to you, his expression softer than you’d ever seen it. “Thank you, lass,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “For all of it.” 

“You’re welcome,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection. 

And as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, you knew you’d made his 200th birthday one he’d never forget. 

[hjori-kunoichi]

Date a rugby player part 2 🥰

Forever

Summary: Questions as to why Dwalin chose you start to surface.

Pairings: Dwalin x Reader

Words: 886

Notes: Takes place a year after Date A Rugby Player.

Day 15 Of 15 Days Of Dwalin

Author’s Note: Wow! Wow! Wow! 15 Days Of Dwalin is now officially over and now it’s time for:

20 Shots Of Bofur❤️😌

I call it that because I’ve been lacking in posting a story a day so I’ll just have to make it 20 Shots instead of Days! I have counted everyone’s votes properly including those in my inbox that I haven’t answered.Thank y’all for voting and I’ll let you know when the next voting period will start❤️

Keep reading

[enter-fandom]

MASTERLIST

The Hobbit

To Seek No Comfort - ThorinxReader, General, mentions of menstruation

Give and Take - DwalinxReader, Explicit, Brat Reader, Mild BDSM  My Holy Ground - ThorinxReader, Explicit, mentions of Battle and Wounds

The Long Road - ThorinxReader, Canon Compliant Violence          Part 1 - General          Part 2 - General          Part 3 - General          Part 4 - General          Part 5 - General

  The Almighty Johnsons

Deeper Breaths - AndersxReader

          Part 1 - General, PTSD, panic attacks, abusive language, mentions of assault/character death            Part 2 - Explicit, Mild BDSM, angst, referenced panic attack, aftermath of panic attack, abusive language

Supernatural

Consider - CasxReader, General

Total Eclipse of the Heart - DeanxReader, General (alcohol use/mention) Guns ‘N’ Roses - DeanxReader , Explicit 

Read Me My Rights - DeanxReader, Explicit (Says it’s a Part 1, Part 2 was never written)

Without a Cause - CasxFormerAngel!Reader, General

Double Shot of Crown - DeanxReader, General (says Part 1, never finished Part 2)

Marvel

Last Day - Clint Barton (HawkeyxReader), General, Deaf!Hawkeye Challenges

Tangled Up In You - Being Human (UK)/Almighty Johnsons, Britchell, Explicit, Gathering FiKi Spring FRE prompt fill

Vodka and Gummy Bears - FilixMale!Reader, General, The Hobbit, Modern AU, Roommates AU, lostinaseaoffictionalbliss250followerchallenge Made of Words - Wee!Chesters, Supernatural, General, Tidbit’s Wee!Chester Challenge

Other Writing Headcanon: Thorin and Co finding out you’re Nonbinary

[joyfullynervouscreator]

On the topic of tag lists

I try to keep an organised document, but if you find yourself forgotten/wish to be tagged for specific series, drop me a line.

currently there’s tag lists for

Silver Secrets - Fílixreader romance, featuring Dad!Dwalin(you’re a warrior-dwarf with a grudge)

Potions - HP/Hobbit crossover with baby Durins; contains humour and tiny wizards!

Motorcycle Club - Modern AU Dwalin, Biker/schoolteacher romance with a large amount of smut. Prompts are welcome.

Fíli-Ficlets - this series is mostly about Fíli; also where I drop a lot of Baby Durin fics. This series also accepts prompts.

Song of Nimrodel - Everything Haldir-related goes here. Haldirxreader(you’re an elf of Galadriel’s court; her most favoured singer)

The Sleeping One - Technically completed Dwalinxreader fic, though snippets may appear. (You’re a barmaid from Ered Luin, why are you on this Quest again??)

Cuddles - Thorinxreader OR Dwalinxreader(both kinds complete), will be updated with other Dwarfxreader when inspiration strikes. (You’re the Ri-sister)

Prince of Greenwood - All the Thranduil stuff, beginning early Second Age and lasting well into Third Age; companion fic to Dwelf-’verse.

Dworin stuff - Exactly what it says on the tin, this is all about ThorinxDwalin.

Nwalin stuff - These are NorixDwalin fics, which have been written based on @asparklethatisblue‘s art; more will probably happen ;)

Pebble - a standalone piece in Dwelf-’Verse involving Thorin’s future mother; there are some childhood sequels planned for this.

Walkers - I’ve decided to discontinue this as I’m transforming the story into an original novel for nanowrimo, sorry.

[hjori-kunoichi]

I can't get enough of this! I love this custom so much ❤ plus big, buff, and tough Dwalin braiding his s/o's hair 🥰 gets me every time

How do you think the Dwarven members of the company would react to their s/o asking if they can braid their hair?

Ooh I love this

(I do not own LoTR or The Hobbit or it’s characters/ gifs not mine)

Thorin

Thorin is more than happy as long as he knows you know the meaning, hair is incredibly important and he doesn’t want to have so much of an intimate moment and not have you feel the same

He’s rather bashful when he sits down to let you braid his hair to say he’s waited and imagined how it would feel to finally become so domestically intimate with you is an understatement- he’s yearned for it

Even if you’re not skilled in the art of hairstyling Thorin loves what you did it could be a simple braid or even just running your fingers through his hair it relaxes him and the smile on his face is worth more than middle earth

Whenever Thorin gets worked up or begins to get stressed and snappy telling him to sit down so you can braid his hair never fails to lift the weight on his shoulders once you’re done Thorin will tug you into his embrace, it’s not only soothing for him but it takes away the tension between the company too

He doesn’t care if he’s too tired or miserable if you braid his hair Thorin will plead to return the favour he wants to show you his boundless love and appreciation and hair is one of the most comfortable ways he feels he can - he will steal kisses a lot while doing your hair

Fili

His heart melts when you ask to braid his hair the chances of you knowing of how incredibly intimate it is are high since it’s mostly Fili and Kili that teach you about Dwarven culture

You can pretty much do whatever you like with Fili’s hair since he’s practically putty in your hands he couldn’t care if you put a plait in it or wove it together for hours whatever you design is the most perfect thing to him

Fili will try and keep in your braids for as long as possible but inevitably they fall out and as upset as he is he knows you and him will have some quiet time together rebraiding his hair

Cuddles are a big yes during hair braiding sit in his lap and braid the sides of his hair and can’t resist kissing you and tracing shapes into your skin

Hair braiding is his favourite thing in the world, Fili can finally proclaim you’re his and he’s yours by braiding each other’s hair it’s his comfort reaching to feel the braid you gave him in any given situation

Kili

Once you ask to braid his hair you’ve entered a world you can never escape from braiding his hair is so attractive and loving he can barely sit still

Once you’ve touched his hair, Kili will constantly beg for more all day and all night he always wants you to play with his hair he loves it so much

Sometimes you’ll be walking around camp after setting up for the night and Kili will walk up, carry you to his bedroll and not let you free from his hold until you braid his hair don’t worry he pays you back in cuddles are many many kisses

Like Fili he tries to keep his braids in for as long as possible but gets stroppy and upset when they come out - fix them and he’ll love you forever he’ll practically have heart eyes

Kili will get so upset if he can’t braid your hair just be careful he’ll get addicted to that too and want to do it all the time also he will 100% lay on top of you and stare at you with adoration for hours afterwards

Dwalin

He’ll be shocked for a minute before asking “do you know what it means, lass?” If you respond with yes his smile will reach his ears

Unlike the Durin line Dwalin would only let you braid his hair in private or by a stretch in a secluded area if someone did walk in on you braiding his hair he’d be annoyed, in private it feels like just you and him not everyone needs to see

However Dwalin will wear the braids you gave him around the company he’s not ashamed of them he adores them, it’s just he’d rather have intimate moments in private

Dwalin can’t decide if he likes braiding your hair more than you braiding his both are magically relaxing there’s something about seeing you wear his braids that really gets deep within his heart

He will always redo them when they fall out no matter what’s happened, he could be fresh out of a war and he’d still do your hair if it meant you were happy

Bofur

Bofur beams when you ask to braid his hair he’s so happy you want to take a step further into the relationship and be on very intimate terms he’s so giddy

Bofur will definitely give you his hat to wear at some point each moment spent doing each other’s hair is intimate but it doesn’t have to be serious and he loves bringing humour into everything

Bofur wants to do your hair so often it’s really sweet, every other night when you’re asleep or laying together he does your hair sometimes it’s absentmindedly other times his full intent is to see your face when you wake up to fresh braids

He’s so gentle with you, your hair may tangle and knot in the wind or naturally and Bofur will ease the knots so easily and painlessly and his touch is so feather light and relaxing it can put you to sleep within minutes

Hair braiding is one of the most intimate acts you share with Bofur it’s fun, relaxing and heavily strung with meaning it means the world to both you and Bofur especially since he knows he found the person he wants to grow old with

[decadentenemyturtle]

His little princess

Based on: Imagine Dwalin letting his daughter braid his hair and beard.

Pairing: DwalinxReader

Words: 1818

There is no warnings, but I’d like to note that I’ve thought reader here as a dwarf, even I don’t mention it.

Dwalin woke for that morning in wistful mood. He turned to look at his side and saw you, his wife, still fast asleep. Then he turned to look at his other side and saw a tinier bed, where his three years old daughter was sitting and playing with her stuffed  bunny toy. When a little giggle left from her lips, a smile grew on Dwalin's lips. His daughters giggles had woken him, and would soon wake his wife too, if he wouldn't get up and take the girl out of the room. And Dwalin did want to have some alone time with his daughter.

As silently and carefully as Dwalin could, he got up and took his daughter in his arms. Girl folded her arms around Dwalin's neck, still holding her toy bunny on her other hand. After a long yawn she leaned her head against Dwalin's shoulder, who smiled and kissed girls forehead, and then he left from the room.

The house was a little chilly. The winter was starting to turn to spring, but nights were still cold and mornings chilly. Dwalin set his daughter down on the floor and went to set a fire in the fireplace. After a minutes the fire was cracking and starting to warm the room. It was still early morning, sun was still low in the sky, coloring the sky with pink and lilac.

"Adad! Adad! Feli is hungry!" Dwalin heard his daughter call. She had a weird habit to call herself in third person. Dwalin let out a little laugh and turned to see his girl sitting on Dwalin's armchair. Her lips were on purse, her hands folded on her stomach, her toy still on her grip and her eyebrows were on deep frown. She looked so much of you, her mother. Only her eyes were blueish like her fathers.

"Just wait a bit, Felicia, adad'll make us some breakfast" Dwalin said and went to the kitchen to make some porridge for them. It took him some time, but he managed to make it eatable, and with some strawberry jam it became even better. In these years when you two had been married, Dwalin's cooking skills had improved little. Even more when your daughter had born and Dwalin had started to take some of your housework's. And even now when she was older, Dwalin made you three food or mend his own clothes. It didn't hurt his pride as much as making you to do all the housework alone and watch after Felicia all day long.

Felicia sat happily on her chair and was eating happily, and messing every possible place. Her face, her hair, her clothe's, the table and even Dwalin got some porridge on him. But for some reason, Dwalin couldn't be angry for her. Table could be cleaned, and Dwalin could wash his clothes and his and his daughter's face. And hair. Dwalin sighed and ended up making a bath for this little pig, who was giggling in his arms and trying to break free.

"Adad, no, no, no bath!" she giggled and tried to once again to get free. Dwalin chuckled and got a better hold of Felicia. It was always hard to get her to bath, and when she got there, it was hard to get her leave. Same fight, every single time. When would it stop, Dwalin wondered. Finally, when water was hot enough, he mixed it with colder water. And then it was time for Felicia's bath, which she finally took without any fight. Only that she started to cry, when it was time to finish bathing.

"Feli doesen' wanna get up from bath!" she cried and big, fat tears were rolling down cheek. Dwalin sighed and shook his head. He took a towel and lifted his crying daughter from the tub, folding the towel around her small body.

"I know, sweet pea. But ye have to get up from there sometime so ye can do other stuff. Like play, or eat or grow to be adad's princess" Dwalin reasoned to his daughter, drying her. Felicia stopped her crying and was now pouting. Her lower lip was pushed up and her eyes still shone from the tears. Dwalin felt his heart melt for the sight and he hugged the girl close to his chest. Two, little hands came to rest on his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. Still a little smile on his lips, he went to get her clean clothes.

While Dwalin was still dressing his daughter, you woke up, finding the bed next to you empty. You sighed, and turned to stare the ceiling. How long had you two lived in this old house? You could manage to live in the Blue Mountains, better than living on the road. Yet you still remembered your life back in Erebor. You wished for a better life for your child, yet you were thankful for what you had. Dwalin had work and he could bring food for the family. In few years when the garden's offerings were plentiful, you had been selling vegetables and berries in the market place.

A giggle carried over the closed door, alarming you that your daughter and husband were in next room. Finally you stood up and entered to the next room, only to see Dwalin sitting on the floor, Felicia on his lap. Dwalin was braiding her hair and Felicia had big grin on her face.

"Mama! Look, ma, adad is braiding Felicia's hair" Felicia shouted and was pouncing on his father's lap. Dwalin let out a little grunt and lifted Feli up. She let out a loud scream and then she was giggling again. Then Dwalin let her back to his lap and continued to braid her hair. You felt your heart swollen in your chest at the sight, but then you stole yourself and went to do your morning chore's. You washed your face, brushed your hair and then you changes your clothes. Then you turned and were off to the kitchen.

"There's still some porridge in the pot" Dwalin informed you. You turned to him, seeing how he was still sitting on the floor and Felicia tugging Dwalin's mustache and beard.

"Oh, really? You two ate up already?" you asked, wondering how long those two had been awake.

"Aye" you heard Dwalin grunt as you walked to the kitchen. You saw a pot on the table and smiled. It felt like an luxury to have a breakfast already, thought Dwalin wasn't that good cook. He sometimes might have burnt the porridge to the pot or put too much salt in the pie. Yet you were thankful that he even tried and did something.

"I wonder if this is eatable" you mumbled, jokingly.

"Oi, I heart that!" Dwalin's voice carried over from the living room. You let out a laugh, of course he did hear it. Well, you would see how the food would taste, when it would be warm again. While you were warming the porridge, you heard Dwalin playing with Felicia and how the girl was commanding his father. She really had wrapped her father around his pinkie. Dwalin knew it too, yet at most of the times he didn't mind. He didn't mind playing with Felicia even when you had visitors. Balin and Thorin had found this very adorable. Even Dis had awwed to this more than once. And all Dwalin did was grumble and continue playing with Felicia.

After you finished eating your breakfast, which wasn't so bad, and had cleaned the kitchen and done the dishes, you returned to living room. You halted and saw how Felicia was yet again sitting on Dwalin's lap. Only that now she was braiding Dwalin's beard, a thing he never had allowed Felicia do before. He usually kept his beard open and let only you braid his hair. So, yes, you were quite surprised by hat you saw.

"My, what's this?" you asked as you approached Dwalin and Felicia. Dwalin started to smile and held out his other hand so you would sit beside him. As you sat down, Dwalin folded his arm around your shoulders.

"Felicia wanted to try braiding my beard and, well... She's old enough to learn how to do braids" Dwalin tried to explain. You smiled and let out a little chuckle. Felicia had her full focus on doing the braid she was doing on left side of Dwalin's chin. After a few minutes she finally let out a loud "YAY" after she had finished the braid.

"Felicia, dear, you finished only the other side. You must braid the other side of the beard, too" you said with a smile. The braid wasn't the perfect one, nor did it look the best one, but you didn't dare to say anything. You had had your own problems as a wee lass with braids, long ago.

Felicia was looking between the braid she had done and the open beard and then she looked up to her father. Dwalin merely lifted his other eyebrow. Then Felicia started to braid the other side of his beard, finishing it faster than the first one. Then she was off to play.

You were looking at your husband, wide smile on your lips. Dwalin was looking at you, his eyes dared you to say anything.

"You look lovely. You should let Felicia do your beard more often" you said and gave a peek to Dwalin's cheek. Dwalin grumbled, yet he smiled. And he did, every morning after this morning. In particular morning, many, many years later, all grown up Felicia was doing her last braiding for her fathers beard. For now.

"Ada, please, be careful" Felicia begged. Dwalin sighed and nodded. He tried to be careful, but he didn't know what awaited him and the others on the road.

"Aye, I'll be careful" he said, merely so loud that Felicia could hear it. She lifted her eyes from the braid to his father and pursued her lips. Her eyes were shining from the tears she was trying to hold back. Dwalin was already feeling bad about leaving her and you behind, but now he felt his heart drop to his feet.

"We'll figure out a way to kill that dragon, if it's not dead yet" Dwalin said, trying to comfort his daughter. Felicia finished the braid and then took a step back. Dwalin was all ready to go, yet he couldn't move. You appeared behind his back and were looking at the braid, melancholic smile on your lips.

"Just... don't get yourself killed, alright?" you whispered. Dwalin sighed and pulled you and Felicia in his arms, hugging both of you tightly. When loud knock sounded from the door and Balin opened the door, Dwalin kissed both of yours and Felicia's foreheads and he with a goodbye he was, to reclaim your home Erebor.