#reader is a dwarf

[faeriichaii]

hii!!

i was wondering if you could write kili x gn!reader where the reader wants to braid kili’s hair and they have no idea what that means to dwarves and kili lets them braid his hair. later the other dwarves notice and tease kili about it cause he’s clearly in love with the reader.

thank you sm<33

Braiding Lessons ~ Kili x Reader

A/N: Omg Kili request!!! I love him and I am such a sucker for this plot!! so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do omg!! Also funfact but I almost deleted everything that I wrote during my roadtrip cause I was so unsatisfied with it ;-; Which is probably why it took me so long to actually publish it yikes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.0k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋAmrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You always knew dwarves had various beautiful braids, but how come Kili doesn't? So one night you decide to change that and help him out.

You tilted your head to the side, as you let your eyes skim over the various dwarves, whom you were accompanying on their journey. Being the only human, surrounded by one hobbit and several dwarves definitely let you notice a few differences about their culture to your own. For example, they could eat almost double their size almost as if they have two stomachs. They also tend to not care much about their appearance. Except of course their beards and hair in general. They take care of it almost as if their life depended on it. One detail that definitely stood out to you were the different braids that decorated each of them. You remember once staring at Fili, while he undid his small beard braids just to redo them.

“How come dwarves always have braids in their hair?” You once asked him. He smiled at you and continued weaving his fingers through his hair. “Braids are very important to us dwarves. Which is why we rarely let others touch our hair.”

Ever since that day you have noticed the intriguing designs and ways each of the dwarves intertwined their strands. Except for one. Kili was the only dwarf who seemed to be lacking any kind of braid and you have been wondering why that is. You also once asked Fili about it but he wouldn’t answer you. Maybe he doesn’t know how to braid? And he is too embarrassed to ask others for help? Observing Kili, who was laughing along his brother to some jokes, you quickly let that thought settle in your mind. He doesn’t know how to braid and you were determined to change that.

So later that afternoon you bribed Fili to change his night shift with yours (which cost you a few of your travel snacks), in order to spend some time with Kili. You wanted to teach him how to braid and due to the fact that it is quite a sensitive topic to dwarves you wanted to make sure that nobody else would notice the two of you. So as soon as the sun set and the snores of your companions filled your ears, you made your way to Kili. He was perched upon a log which was behind the campfire that slowly burned down. His hands were carefully crafting something delicate, which you didn’t quite see in the dark. “What are you working on?” You asked him, taking a seat beside him. His gaze swerved from the item between his fingers to you. A smile graced his lips.

“It’s a surprise.” He quickly put the item into a small pouch that was secured to his pants. “I thought Fili was supposed to be my night-watch-partner?” “He was but I wanted to switch with him.” A smirk formed on his lips, before he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Well, in that case I will make sure that this will be the best night of your life.” Blushing at the double meaning behind his words, you tried to separate your body from his. Of course, not because you didn’t enjoy him being so close to you, but because you were in desperate need of some cold air to cool you down and sort through your thoughts.

“I just wanted to ask you if I could braid your hair.” A dumbfounded expression accompanied by a gentle blush fell over his face. “I know you probably were just embarrassed to ask any of the others for help when it comes to braiding your hair and knowing that you don’t know how to I just-“ His laugh interrupted your rambling. “You think I can’t braid my hair?” You nod. “(Y/N), that is one thing we dwarves get born with. No dwarf in this world knows how not to braid hair.” “But why do you never braid yours? Fili told me they were incredibly sacred and important in your culture.” A blush dusted his cheeks as he stared into the campfire.

“Simple. Nobody has asked to braid my hair before.” Your hand moved to his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “But I just asked to braid your hair. So please, let me take care of you.” He smiled at you and moved one leg over the log so his whole body was facing yours. You let your fingers comb through his soft hair a few times, before taking a strand and dividing it into three sections. Weaving your fingers through the wafts, you made sure to be gentle while also ensuring that there won’t be any bumps or strands sticking out of your small braid. After you have reached the end of his hair, you took out one of your slim leather straps and tied it at the end. Your gaze wandered from the braid to Kilis eyes and you realized how close the two of you have been this whole time. “Thank you Amrâlimé. You have no idea how much this means to me.” You let your gaze wander to your hands in your lap while a shy smile graced your face. “Of course. I am glad you like it.” Kili put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. A bright smile framed his face. “Now it is your turn.”

The next morning the company as well as you quickly packed up their belongings to get back on their journey. While talking with Balin about some of the dwarvens history, you suddenly heard a gasp from behind you. “You never told me about this Kili!” Fili held up a braid between them both. “When did this happen?” “Last night while you-“ “What is going on back there?” Thorin asked, slowly approaching the princes. “Kili finally got his braid! Probably by someone he seems enamoured with.” Fili teases, while letting go of his brother’s hair. A blush dusted Kilis cheeks, as well as your own as the words settled in.

“Was about time they tied the knot.” Dwalin let out a boisterous laugh at Balins words. Tilting your head to the side, you moved your attention to Kili. “What does he mean by that?” “(Y/N) doesn’t even know? You didn’t even explain it?” Fili asked, flabbergasted at the newfound information. “I hadn’t had the time yet.” Kili turned towards you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. “But I will explain it to you when the time is right.” His radiant smile was enough reassurance for you. You will wait, until he is ready to explain the meaning behind the dwarvish braiding custom.

[celeste-clearwater-06]

okay, there's a trend that came and went on tiktok a while ago of people reading their lists of modern day things they think characters would have loved if it were in their time. i will never EVER get tired of watching them and those vids heavily inspired this post 😭 (ALSO FIRST WRITING SINCE IVE BEEN BACK LETS GOOOO)

so without further ado...

rip thorin's company, you would have loved... (pt. 1)

thorin

r.i.p. thorin, you would have loved lord huron

rick grimes from the walking dead

wet brushes

google maps

making a secret thirst trap account on tiktok

bilbo

r.i.p. bilbo, you would have loved trader joes

ring doorbells

facebook neighborhood watch

swiffer wet jet

keeping up with the kardashians

gandalf

r.i.p. gandalf you would have loved life360

caines chicken

st. louis city museum

grammarly

child harnesses

fìli

r.i.p. fìli, you would have loved Instagram reels

sad older sibling tiktoks

caseoh

0.5x pictures

hello kitty/sanrio girls

kìli

r.i.p. kìli you would have loved mewing

native hair wash

tiktok

snapchat streaks

photodumping on instagram

dwalin

r.i.p. dwalin you would have loved planet fitness

to catch a predator with jim hansen

the will smith slap drama

dude wipes

teenage mutant ninja turtles

balin

r.i.p.balin you would have loved ibuprofen

turbotax

eBay

low quality inspirational quotes on facebook

air fryers

bofur

r.i.p. bofur you would have loved impractical jokers

the superbowl

cringey minion memes

andy bernard from the office

snoop dog

ori

r.i.p. ori you would have loved minecraft

selling stuff on etsy

aesthetic pinterest boards

the perks of being a wallflower

spotify premium

dori

r.i.p. dori you would have loved five minute crafts

the pioneer woman cookbook

abba

hgtv

temu

(i forgot there's a 10 image limit😞)

lemme know if you guys want a part 2 !! it feels great getting to write whatever i want again!! love you guys so much!! also please send me requests cause i need to get these creative juices back into the flow of things 😭🙏 thank you! 🩷💘💞🌷🌸🌺

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[mountkennedie]

I always see posts about elves having sensitive ears. BUT WHAT ABOUT DWARVES??? their ears are big as FUCK and you're gonna tell me they're normal? no thank you

Anyways here are my Kili headcanons

Race wise, you are literally anything but a dwarf (bc its more fun that way)

It all begins when you are simply trying to help him out

You saw a long strand of hair in his face and did the sweet thing of putting it behind his ear

What you didn’t expect was to hear his breath hitch with you doing so

He looked up at you with a bewildered look before smirking 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you really not know?” His smile grew of course

“Know what?” 

He got closer and whispered “how sensitive dwarf ears are”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Like anyone EVER you wanted to play with this knowledge

A while later you came back up to him

He was practicing his shooting so you snuck up behind him

You pulled all the hair that had fallen in-front of his ear, behind them

You let the tips of your fingers graze the top of his ear

His breath unsettled again and he shut his eyes

The arrow shot out of his hand and far off from his target on the wall

“What are you doing to me amrâlimê”

He threw the quiver off his shoulder and his bow down

He turned to you and placed his hands on your waist

“Are they really that sensitive?”

“You have no idea.”

He pressed his lips to yours passionately

You smiled into the kiss and reached back up

You cupped his head

Your fingers found the shell of his ears again

This time he freely moaned into your mouth

WHY DIDN’T HE SAY SOMETHING SOONER

ok lol this is all I have

just a thought yk

[minasvalentine]

Look at him, my dwarf sweetheart 🤭💋

[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober Day 2: Wrapped in a Fuzzy Blanket

Fili x Hobbit!reader

wc: 0.8k

warnings: none

a/n: this is written in 3rd person which I haven't really done in my fics before. I really like how it turned out though, maybe not for an all the time kinda thing but I think it works really well here

Dwarves are sturdy. There is no doubt about that, they can go days without eating (though they will complain the whole time) they can fight long battles without getting tired and they can weather the cold with little struggle. 

Hobbits are not sturdy, they are a gentle folk who enjoy the comforts of home and hearth and there is nothing wrong with that. It just means that on nights like these, where fifteen people crowd around one fire, they can get cold.

Fili hears her teeth chattering from across the camp, he notices the shake of her hands and the soft almost unconscious way her eyelids flutter against her ever reddening cheeks. He would find it deeply endearing if he weren’t so worried that she would freeze. 

He swiftly cast a glance over to Bilbo, to see if the gentleman Hobbit was just as affected by the night chill as she was. A quick look told Fee that Bilbo was not cold, at least not noticeably. Although that could have something to do with the large fur coat draped around his shoulders. One with a royal blue lining that Fili recognized but would not dare to mention. At least not in his Uncle's presence. 

Fili scans the camp in search of something, eyes landing on his own pack. Within it holds a handmade blanket his Amad had made him when he had told her he would be setting off on the journey. 

“The mountains get cold Fili, even for Durin’s folk.” She had chastised him when he had tried to tell her that he wouldn't need it, that such frivolities would only weigh his pack down.

He makes a mental note to apologize the next time he sees her, she was right, he would need it. Just looking at the shivering lass was making his own bones feel cold. Without a word he grasps the soft cloth and tugs it out from his pack, it still smells faintly of home. An old comfort that he cherished more than the warmth the garment could provide. 

He tries to be disappointed that the smell will be replaced by hers but deep down, he can’t even convince himself. It would be a gift from Mahal for her sweetness to seep into the fabric, for her scent to coat the inside of his pack. He represses a shiver of his own just thinking about it.

Standing swiftly he makes his way over to the lass, she doesn’t make a move to acknowledge his presence, just stares steadily into the burning flames as if the warmth would invade her through sight alone. 

He wishes, with all he is that he could know what she was thinking. Just once he would like a glimpse into the beautiful creation that is her mind. Are her thoughts consumed with the songs he so often finds her humming under her breath? Does she tell herself stories of the world around her, like the ones she weaves for Ori when he pleads with her? Or does she think of someone in particular, of a love she holds dear? Perhaps it is a Hobbit from back home, perhaps someone else? What he wouldn’t give for just a single moment in her mind.

He settles for taking care of her body instead, fluffing the blanket in the air and watching it float down on top of her shoulders. He wraps it around her and catches her gaze when she snaps her eyes towards his. 

“Thank you, Fee,” Her voice is soft, just like the rest of her. It floats gently on the wind into his mind, carving out a space in his memory. Not before long that is all his memory will be; brief moments of her. He can’t bring himself to care.

He says nothing to her, just smiles and nods and hopes that she understands. Understands that a blanket is nothing; that he would do so much more if only she asked. He would capture the sun in a bottle if it would keep her warm. 

He catches the moment she brings the blanket to her nose, inhaling deeply. He watches with deep satisfaction as her shoulders loosen. The tension she had been holding all day melts from her bones. 

Fili wonders not for the first time why she decided to come along with this rowdy group of dwarves in the first place. The reason she consistently gave was that she needed to watch out for her dear friend Bilbo, that she simply would not let him adventure without her. But Fili thought that it might have a little more to do with that look of longing he sometimes caught in her eye. With the fire that he sees raging within her soul. 

Fili really would give anything for just a moment in her head.

[ambitiouspotions]

COURTING | THORIN OAKENSHIELD | HEADCANONS

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thorin would be very standoffish of you at first and very annoyed that he found any attraction towards you in the first place

he wouldn’t want to be outwardly rude to you only direct and firm when speaking

he would keep his distance and keep his words to a minimum, but he would be intent on listening when you speak

when he finally convinced himself that he could speak to you without intentionally being rude he offered to take your night watches for you and offer an extra cloak so you could sleep more comfortably

he would “accidentally” kick his nephews while walking to keep them quiet due to their quips about you

it is hard to change his mind once he is set on a decision, so the moment he let his mind agree with his heart he was eager to express his feelings to you with gestures like grooming your pony, toting your heavier items, and sharpening your blades

he is quick to draw his sword in battle for you; and throws his arm in front of you so he can take any initial hit

any cut, scrape, or bruise you would acquire would cause him to curse himself for letting it occur in the first place

the moment he said “i love you” would be the moment there wouldn’t be a day without it going unsaid

with his stubbornness, any arguments that occurred would end with him settling himself and then coming back and holding your hand to his lips while apologizing

he takes you into his private chambers to sing softly to you while playing his golden harp

due to having long hair of his own, he can style yours with braids

thinks back to his dragon-sickness and frequently apologizes for his behavior; he never wanted to be cruel or rude to you so knowing he did causes him grief

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pictures found on pinterest, edits made by AMBITIOUSPOTIONS are mushed together on canva

[im-tired-404]

Yall holy shit Patrick Hockstetter would be the perfect Snow White

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[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Does anyone still write for/take requests for Fili, Kili, and Bofur? I miss them sooooooo much!!!!

[filithedurin]

"We’ll be right behind you. If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl."

[kilithedurin]

“I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight OUR BATTLES FOR US! It is not in my blood, Thorin.”

[iamthemain-character]

Hi, I saw that you were taking request so I was wondering if you were were open too writing Fili husband/father headcanons as I loved the one you wrote about Thorin and am curious as to what your view is on the crown prince. <3

AHHHHHH okay so 1) thank you for the request sorry i literally have been nonexistent the last year and 2) I LOVE FILI he is actually my favorite dwarf so i was very thrilled to do these

Husband/Father Fili Durinson

fili durinson x reader

gender neutral pronouns (reader is pregnant in the second half)

TW: pregnancy, a child lol

also set in a much happier post BotFA AU

hobbit/lotr masterlist

Husband Fili

After settling in at Erebor and being crown prince, Fili decided that he was ready to lock in and settle down

He’s already known it’s you he wants

And even though it’s kind of obvious to everyone that you feel the same way he is a little delusional and thinks he has to like make a grand gesture

So he has you come move visit your future home him and erebor

He gives you little tours and is constantly showering you with gifts and compliments

He doesn’t really care about being a crown prince but for you he will use his rank to get what you want

It’s not until you’ve been there for a while that he finally opens up and tells you how he’s feeling and asking if you could be happy in erebor, if you could love him, etc.

He’s dumbfounded when you are like “of course” because he genuinely was not expecting you to be so willing

"But...I had a whole speech..."

Of course you let him profess his love, and he presents the wedding bead he has had crafted for you

You can see the amount of detail he put into it for you, the intricate carvings reminiscent of your favorite plants

You two are married soon after, though not quite as soon as Fili would have liked

He would have married you in a totally private moment with just the two of you and Balin, but Kili the other dwarves insisted on a proper celebration

The two of you manage to keep it to a minimum, though the ceremony is still beautiful

Fili cannot stop looking at you, openly crying as he says his vows to you, promise his heart and his love

Kili is ecstatic to have another sibling, and Dis welcomes you with a warmth that rivals the forges of Erebor. Even the stoic Thorin gives the two of you a kind word, though his approval is seen in the celebration he throws

After the wedding, Fili takes you away for a very long honeymoon, keeping you all to himself to love and adore in every possible way

Your actual marriage continues to be as beautiful and sweet

Fili cares for you, and he makes sure to show it through both words and actions

He's actually great at communication, encouraging you to be open and honest about your feelings

His feelings never fade, every day he is just as madly in love with you as before

He loves bringing you into court, showing you off as a princess/prince

Isn't crass, but also isn't afraid to be affectionate in public

Always needs to be touching you in someway, whether that be hand holding, his hand on your back, etc.

Unashamed to kiss you whenever the opportunity arises, and he prides himself on his ability to give innocent kisses that convey a warmth and a depth that leave you wanting more

In private...... whoa boy

That man is on you

Whether that be sexy time or cuddling, it doesn't matter, he needs you as physically close as possible

Loves holding you against his chest, murmuring sweet things in your ear

Always wants you to be as special and as loved as a spouse should be

Father Fili

Considering that Fili is a very passionate man, its no surprise when you become pregnant

Its something you both had been open about wanting, and when a healer confirms your symptoms, Fili is overjoyed

He keeps careful track of the pregnancy with you, loving to know how large the baby is, what kind of development is occurring, etc.

Trusts you to know your limits, though he's never too far to give a helping hand or to offer a gentle reminder to take it easy

Spends hours pouring over baby names with you, setting up the baby's room, discussing every little detail he can think of

He thought he couldn't be any happier, already being married to you, but when the baby arrives, he realizes just how much more room he has in his heart

He struggles making sure you get enough time with the baby, because he just never wants to put them down

After helping raise Kili, Fili feels like the father role is very natural for him.

Lots of soft Fili, gently rocking the baby as he walks around the room, his voice low as he sings to them

Loves watching your child grow up, making sure he's as active in the child's life as you are

Celebrates every milestone, loves talking about you and the child (he would be the kind of dad to show everyone the hundred photos he takes every day)

This man truly never tires of just being married and a father, making it clear that his role as prince comes after his family

[faeriichaii]

My Sweet Valentine ~ Kili x Human!Reader

A/N: So yesterday I asked who shall receive a lil love on this day and Kili won!! So here ya go it is literally just a tiny little short one shot but its smth :)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 424 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: No :) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You spent your morning hours with the wonderful dwarf prince Kili

Soft fingers stroked your cheek gently, making you stir awake from your slumber. You see Kilis brown eyes fill with warmth, as you woke up beside him. After the two of you decided to court, you were basically inseparable. You even shared a bedroom with the prince, which of course he doesn’t mind.

“Good morning Amrâlimé. Did you sleep well?” A smile graced your lips, as his groggy morning voice filled your ears. “How could I ever sleep bad beside you my love?” Your arms snaked tighter around him. Head on his chest you listened to his heartbeat. Chuckling at your words, he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Well if we consider yesterday-“ Your hand slapped at his chest playfully to stop him from finishing his sentence. Yesterday was another one of the infamous festivities that are celebrated in Erebor. And of course you attended them with Kili by your side. So one thing led to the other and now you were waking up beside him, completely bare.”You are such a tease.” You say while hiding the blush on your face by cuddling further into his chest.

One of his hands moved from your back to your head. His fingers nimbly brushed through your hair to get rid of knots while you hummed contently. You loved it when he played with your hair. And so did he. One of your favourite past time activities is braiding each other’s hair. Sometimes you sing during these times. And sometimes Kili plays a few soft notes on the flute while you add cute accessories into his braid.

You remember the first time you braided his hair. You were on your journey to win Erebor back when you found beautiful wildflowers which you thought would look stunning in Kilis hair. So you asked him if you could do so. Which resulted in him suddenly getting really quiet and blushing a bit while nodding. After you have finished his braid he asked you if you knew what it meant to braid a dwarfs hair. And so he explained the customs of courting to you. Which in return coloured your cheeks red. He even offered you a courting bead.

The sudden kiss on your lips takes you back to your reality. Smiling softly you let your hands brush over his stubble. “I love you Kili.” You gave him another soft peck. A sigh left his lips, as he pulled you closer. “Let me show you how much I love you Amrâlimé.”

[frost-queen]

Braiding affairs (Elf!Reader x Kili)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

Summary: You are both not familiar with each customs. So it leaves confusion and panic with both Kili and you when he braids his hair with yours. For a dwarf it means a marking, for an elf it is preserved for only loved ones.

It was quite the sight. Dwarves stepping on Elvish ground. If it wasn’t for Gandalf, they might have never set foot for a thousand years more. Now there were not one, but twelve dwarves at Rivendell. Roaming and stomping their lump feet around. It needn’t be obvious to anyone that both parties disliked this situation.

The Elves wanted them gone as soon as possible and the dwarves wanted away before they took another breath. Shuffling after each other like clumsy fools, nudging each other with each step to move on. Elves pulling up their noses in their presence. A common agreement that no one liked the other party. Too deep of a wedge between the two folks.

“To believe we must even host a diner for them.” – an Elf spoke, glaring at the dwarf folk heading for the table. Another elf joined his side, leaning in.  – “I’d say we only give them vegetables, serves them right.” – chuckling afterwards at his own playfulness. The other elf began to snicker as well. – “Nónena lle nísë?” – you said making the two Elf men turn their heads abruptly. – “Only you would defend the weaker foe.” – one of them stated with a pulled up nose.

You glared softly back at him. – “Do you think they would be kind to you?” – the other one asked. – “If one does not show kindness, it cannot expect kindness in return.” – you replied in a soft tone. Moving between them with a bowl. Both of the scoffed, making you turn back to them. – “If not for them,  then for Mithrandir.” – gesturing with your chin in the direction of the grey wizard. Standing by Lord Elrond’s side.

 Both of them swallowed. Gasping when they saw Mithrandir’s gaze head up in their direction. Seeing a seriousness in them, they could never understand. The elves started to panic. Nearly knocking each other over. Turning the other way around, one snatched the bowl from your hands. Making you blink surprised as he went down the steps to the table.

The other one had taken a chalice to pour out water. Chuckling soft, you couldn’t help but laugh. Eyes meeting up Mithrandir up ahead with Elrond. His gaze settling on you for a moment, before throwing you a wink. In return you bowed your head to him. Going down the steps, you wanted to see the dwarves from up close. For it would be the first time you would look upon such folk. By the end of the stairs, you were being held back. Two swords crossing each other to block your path.

“Na-mel, I just want to see for a moment.” – begging them to let you pass. Even if it was for a moment. Both of them shook their heads. – “Na-mel, Y/n. Return to your chambers.” - Faelar spoke with pleading eyes. Hinting to you to return inside with the other lady elves. Lowering your gaze, you gave in. Returning back up the steps. It was unfair, but you could understand.

No Elvish women was allowed near them. Not wanting them to lay their eyes upon their Elven ladies. For they feared they would steal them. Picking the hem of your dress, you ran back inwards. Yet, you agreed to not meet them, you didn’t say anything about watching from afar. Scurrying between passing Elves, you couldn’t stop chuckling with excitement. Running to a remote place where you had the best kind of view on them. Climbing up, you reached a railing. Sitting down to glance down at them from between the bars.

Looking down upon the dwarven table. Silently counting them. Eleven of them at the table. Furrowing your brows, you wondered where the twelfth dwarf was. Not far from the table sat a man from a folk you were not familiar with. Smaller than dwarves. Listening in you tried to catch glimpses of their conversation.

“Where’s the meat?” – the bald one grunted out. Hand scooping in the bowl of lettuce with annoyance. – “Maybe… they don’t eat it?” – another one spoke sitting across from him. His voice made you drawn to him. Settling yourself better to look at him. He appeared to be younger than most of them. Perhaps it was the lack of  long beard that made him appear so. He laughed making you blink bashful.

Wondering how this dwarf wasn’t as ugly as you were told. He seemed almost out of place between the other rugged dwarves. Each with beards and faces that could tell stories. His was different.

Intrigued, you leaning in more, if only it wasn’t for these bars making it impossible. He laughed again, falling back in his chair. Stomach shuddering with pleasure. His laughter made you snicker softly against the back of your hand. The moment he started to lean back forwards, his gaze went in your direction. 

Needing to do a double-take to be certain he was seeing someone. Eyes widening, you gasped loud, turning yourself around. Back resting against the railing. Panting loud, chest rising and falling with swiftness. Lowering your hand, you dared to look once more. Slowly turning your body back to the front once more. You needn’t search for him for he was still looking.

Gazing with a gawk. Startled you jumped up. Fully revealing yourself. His eyes slightly widened with a fondness. A silly smile appearing on his lips. Shocked, you went back down, out of sight. – “Where are you looking at Kili?” – you heard one of them ask with loudness in their voice. – “Nowhere.” – Kili mumbled in return, lowering his gaze. He kept looking down at his own plate, until he dared to glance one more time.

Only to be met up with disappointment as you were no longer there. Having rushed down, panting loud once you were out of sight. Hand pressed against your chest. Unsure what this dwarven man was doing to your heart for it to beat so fast. For it was something no Elven man had succeeded in doing so. Was this the dwarven charm before they kidnapped girls? Shaking your head, you rejoined the crowd once more. Needing distractions from the thoughts swirling in your head.

Fili quirked his eyebrow up when he noticed his brother holding onto his knife a bit too tightly. – “What are you doing?” – he asked leaning in with a hushed tone. Kili clenched his hand harder on the knives handle. – “Nothing.” – he replied. Fili kept giving his brother a strange look. Uncertain of his intentions for he didn’t understand them.

Fili wanted to take the knife from him, but he wouldn’t let him. – “Kili?!” – he called out with confusion. Kili inhaled deeply, expression tensed. His gaze hardening on the Elven men. Hand trembling. – “Enough!” – Fili moved his hand down to his wrist. Kili reacted by moving his hand up.

Grabbing a piece of his hair and cutting it off. – “Brother?!” – Fili panicked, taking the knife from him. Kili stared at his own hand with the pluck of hair in it. Panting softly at what he had done. – “What have you done?” – Fili questioned. Kili stared with shock back at his brother. – “I…I…I don’t know… I just did.”- voice panicking a bit.

“Why would you cut your hair?” – Fili asked. Wanting to know what was going on in that head of his brother. – “I…I…I did it for her.” – he let out, staring back at the pluck of hair in his hand. – “For who?” – Fili spoke with confusion. – “I…I…” – he his gaze going towards the Elven men. Glaring at them with jealousy.

“I must find her.” – he spoke, shoving his chair back. – “Find who?” – Fili said, unable to reach his brother for he took off. – “Where is your brother off to?” – Balin asked. Fili simply shrugged his shoulders. Shaking his head at his brother’s foolishness. Kili started to search around. Ignoring the Elves, telling each one another lie as to why he was going around.

Turning his head every way to not miss a face in the crowd. Reaching a railing, he grabbed onto it. Panting softly as his gaze went downwards. Widening at the sight of the Elven girl from before by a graceful tree. Looking around, he searched for a way down. Hurrying over as quick as his feet could carry him.

Reaching the graceful tree, out of breath. – “Pl… please.” – he panted out, hand pressed on his chest to steady his breathing. The sudden voice made you startle. Jump up from your position and leap back. – “It’s you.” – you pointed out. He curled up a smile, still trying to steady his breathing. – “You aren’t supposed to be here. Return to your Dwarven kin.” – you insisted upon.

Kili finally managed to steady his breathing. Moving his hands behind his back. – “I came here to see… you.” – he said with curiosity. Tilting his head a bit, approaching you nonchalantly. You blinked startled with a soft swallow. – “I’m Kili.” – he introduced himself.

Awaiting for your name with a silly smile. – “Y/n.” – you replied in return with a brief curtsy. His face lit up by the hearing of your name. – “You are quite tall for a dwarf.” – you stated with a curious glimmer in your eyes. Kili chuckled upon that remark. – “It is my flaw.” – he responded. – “It is not?” – you gasped out, intrigued by him.

Kili chuckled once more. – “It is.” – ending his sentence with a smile. You came sitting down as Kili began his story. A story of when he was younger and clearly taller than any other dwarf. How they ridiculed him for it and made jokes. You listened in with great eagerness. Captivated by his story and voice.

You laughed at his silly jokes which only made him smile even more. Kili had come sitting down as well after a while. Listening to a story of yours now. Gazing with nothing but wonder at you. Whilst speaking, you couldn’t stop smiling bashful that he kept staring at you with such wonderous eyes. – “May I give you a present Y/n?” – he asked after a while. It made you blink surprised but nodded at his request. –“You must close your eyes for it.” – he said.

So you did, closing your eyes to the world in front of you. Kili got up to his feet. Going behind you. – “Tell me more about your world.” – he asked, taking out a small lint. Taking a strand of your hair. You began to speak, barely noticing him working through your hair. Braiding the stray of hair of his own in yours with a lint. – “This will mark you as mine…” – he whispered under his breath.

“Done.” – he said making you stop your tale. Open your eyes, expecting there to be a present. Furrowing your brows confused when Kili came from behind you. Turning your head, you felt the sudden heaviness in your hair. Making you grab for it.

Feeling the newly laid braid. – “What did you do?” – you questioned with a shocked expression. – “Nothing.” – he replied, pulling his shoulders up. – “Did you braid my hair?” – asking him in a panic. His smile faltered, seeing the panic in your eyes. – “Did… did I do something wrong with it?” – he wanted to know. You kept staring at him with shock in your eyes.

“This is only reserved for mellyn enni.” – your Elvish tongue slipping through. – “For what?” – Kili asked confused – “I…I…I…I didn’t know that… I was just marking you.” – he went on. – “Marking me? For whom?” – Fluttering surprised with your eyelashes. – “I…It’s a dwarven custom.”  - he reassured you.

“What you just did is a Elven custom.” – you called back. His eyes went wide with a panic. Getting back up, heading to go behind you once more. – “I’ll… I’ll take it out then… I don’t mean to offend your ways.” – he uttered nervously. – “No!” – you shrieked out, keeping a hand on the braid. Kili stared at you, confused.

“You… you don’t want me to untangle it?” – questioning your intentions with furrowed brows. – “I…I…I’m not sure…” – you replied lowering your hand. Kili came back to your front. – “I still have to decide…” – you told him as he came sitting on his knees in front of you. Smiling bashful that you let it in… for now.

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This Is For You

Kili x reader

Summary: a quiet, easy night

warnings: none

A.N. this takes place after Erebor is reclaimed. everyone lives :). also, this is another short one. Sorryyyy

You were laid on your shared bed. Your husband strewn on top of you. You were both dressed simply. You in a soft night gown, and him in some comfortable pants. For the past few minutes, you had been tracing the tattoos that adorn his back. They were accomplishments in training, but also recently what they awarded him after helping reclaim Erebor.

He had been in and out of sleep due to your ministrations. Whenever you stopped, he awoke.

This time, when your hands stopped, you heard and felt him hum against you. Signaling you to keep going, but instead, your hands slip up into his soft locs. "You have such beautiful hair, my love." He smiled at the human term of endearment. And to the hands now stroking his head. "Just gorgeous," you finished. You knew how much hair meant to dwarves and you loved to egg on how much you loved Kili's.

You felt his face get warmer and warmer, and he chuckled at the compliments. The dwarrow placed a kiss on your stomach. "Thank you, ibinê," he muttered into your gown. The arms he had around your waist squeezed you a bit, then released.

You let your fingers gently massage his head. Your hands grazed the cuff of his ear, and he stiffened. His eyes opened and looked up at you. He had a small smirk on his face as he made eye contact. You giggled a little to yourself and whispered, "Sorry... forgot."

He winked, and you held his chin up. He blinked at you, and you just placed a kiss on his forehead. "Sweet face, too." You pulled him up and kissed one cheek then the other. His laughter only grew as you continued kissing all over his face. When you pulled back, he had the goofiest grin plastered on his face.

He had blushed nearly the shade of a tomato. It spread from his face down his neck. You thought it was the cutest thing in the world. "What have I done to be worshiped tonight?" He asked.

"Oh nothing," you started, "I just love the dwarrow I married. That's all."

"Well, let me try to return the favor," he leaned in, kissing you deeply. He pressed you back into the soft pillows. You threw your arms around his neck and nearly gave in to what he wanted.

But you pulled back, "Nice try. Tonight is about you," you gave him a tight smile. He winked again and then got back down to his original place. Kili nuzzles his head a little on you as he gets comfortable again, then pulls one hand out from under you and grabs yours. He places right back in his hair and then returns to his comfortable position.

"You are ridiculous," you muttered as you finger combed some of his locs. He hummed a little 'mhm hm' in response. You gave him a few braids. And when you finished, this time, he didn't wake up. Instead, the sound of small snores filled the room.

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A.N. I had to include ear sensitivity again. HAD TO.

[bonnie-the-accursed]

Drunk shirtless Bofur for the masses

[plussizefantasia]

Hiiii! I just discovered your blog and I LOVE ITTT and can I request either Thorins company or just Fíli x reader where reader is the one to kill Azog and then almost dies and loses consiousness for a while??

LMAO why does that sound like such a pick me scenario now that I actually typed it out😭😭 well anyway, I hope youre doing well :)))

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long but between my Internship, actual school work, and my job I don't have much time to write. I hope this is what you wanted because I enjoyed writing it!

Fili x Reader

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Violence and battle, almost dying, follows the request pretty closely

There was too much going on around you for any one thing to stick in your mind. The past hours, days, weeks hell even months were a blur of exciting moments to exciting moments where you escaped certain death more times than you could count on your fingers. It was overwhelming to sit and think about, so you didn’t.

You didn’t have time to think, you had to fight. You had to fight the elves who threatened your kingdom’s door, you had to fight the men who aided the Elves and then suddenly you had to fight the monstrous creatures who burst through the very earth in front of you. 

If anyone were to ask why you fight, the answer you’d give them would be ‘for my kingdom’, there is a duty and honor in fighting for your king and the mountain he is destined to rule. But that answer wouldn’t be entirely true, sure you fought for the king, but not because he was the king. You fought for Thorin because fighting for Thorin was fighting for Fili, the heir and the dwarf who stole your heart. 

You aided the throne, and it helped that the dwarves who sat upon it were like family. You would die for the line of Durin, you’d kill for them. 

So when you saw those idiot men, full charge on the back of a ram up to Ravenhill and directly into danger you pushed yourself harder than you ever had to get to them in time. You ran up the incline, slashing at any foe in your way. Your mind clear of all except your goal, to get to him, to protect him, to hold him in your arms.

The number of enemies thins out as you reach the top, only a few orcs stay near to the tower and they are taken out easily. You push yourself harder.

Finally, with shaking hands and cuts on your fingers from the jagged rocky edge, you rise above the summit and haul yourself into a standing position, quickly spinning and taking stock of what awaited you.

Thorin, Dwalin, Kili, and Fili are standing in a huddle near the center of the ice. Thorin gives commands and the others nod before splitting off.

Splitting off?! What kind of daft idea is that? You shake your head and scoff under your breath before once again launching into a run to meet up with your beloved and his brother. 

Quietly you slip into the stone structure behind them following the princes as they make their way up the semi-exposed stairway.

You only speak up when Fili utters his ridiculous plan about splitting up even further, you tell him as such.

“That is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard you say out loud, amralime.” Both princes make their best impressions of spinning tops and snap their gaze to your slightly amused one. “Three is better than one in all scenarios, we shall go together and give ourselves a fighting chance.” Your tone left no room for discussion and you motioned for the boys to continue onwards. 

The princes in all their chivalry sandwiched you, Fili in front of you, and Kili behind, all three of your heads were on a swivel. It wasn’t until you almost reached the top that you motioned for your little party to stop and listen.

You didn’t understand black speech but you knew what it sounded like, and though it was soft you could hear a conversation occurring on the other side of the wall you were hiding behind. 

You shift slightly, going to whisper the plan to your companions but before you can the brothers have managed to have what you can only assume was an idiotic silent conversation sealed with a singular nod at each other.

Because one moment, they are crouched behind the wall with you, and the next they are letting out a battle cry and rushing over the wall and directly into unknown danger. You’d take the time to roll your eyes and bang your head against the rock if you had the time. However, you need to jump into action, so you do.

Launching yourself over the wall only moments after the brothers, your eyes lock onto their fight immediately. Four or five orcs, all armored and armed to the tooth tower over the dwarf princes and slash at them from all angles. 

You run through the empty space whenever you see it slashing the sides that the orcs leave open and decapitating them whenever given the chance. Together you take down three before you hear a shout from Kili and the movement around you freezes.

You also freeze when your eyes land on the sight of your lover and future husband in the grasp of Azog the Defilier. He dangles Fili over the edge and speaks loudly down to whoever is standing below. 

You do not hesitate before acting, taking too long lunges and readying your sword you launch yourself at the back of the pale orc, fully sheathing your sword into the space where his heart should be and pushing both of you off the side of the wall face. 

If you had given this plan any thought at all you would’ve deemed it as idiotic as the plans the men had made, but all you saw in that moment was the life of the dwarf you loved, in danger. You acted swiftly and without thought and it could very well cost you your own life. 

You watch as Azog’s grip on Fili loosens and the dwarf is released from his grasp, falling oolong side you and into the snow piled at the bottom of the wall. A fall that will surely bruise him but he would survive and that is all that matters.

Nobody tells you how it feels to fall to your death, it must only take seconds, and yet it feels like a lifetime. An entire lifetime rushing past you, the wind blowing through your hair, and the view blurring out of focus. Eventually, like all things that fall you reach the ground.

You are not fortunate like Fili to land in a snowbank, instead, you land atop the body of an Orc, your head crashing against the ice as you try to roll off of him. 

The orc is unmoving next to you as you stare into the sky above you, your breathing is labored and your vision is growing dim. 

Is this what it feels like to die?

You see Fili’s concerned face hover above your own before everything goes dark, you think you smile but you can’t be too sure.

Your vision is restored all at once, and the first thing you clock is that the view is different. Where you last looked upon the bright sky, with your lover’s face gazing down on you, now you only see dark stone and wooden beams, caressed by the flickering light that indicated a fire nearby.

You hear the cracking of wood and nothing else. You take a moment to do a mental scan of your body. There is a slight pain in all of your limbs and you’re reminded of a knife wound you took to the thigh. The most prominent is the dull but persistent ache radiating from the back of your head. 

You try to sit up to get a clearer picture of what is happening, moving makes the pain worse but it is still not the worst you have felt so you push on. Groaning under your breath you make yourself stand. 

You get a better look at your surroundings, the room your in is decidedly dwarvish, the intricate carvings in the wall, and the build of the fireplace enough to give that away. You were in a room inside the mountain, presumably, one in the furthest reach of the east wings, where the dragon damage was less severe. 

While you stand and gaze around the space you find yourself in, the door to the room opens slowly, and in walks a blond dwarf with a braid matching your own. He carries a tray of food in his arms and doesn’t look up immediately.

When he does he freezes, looking your body up and down and up once more. He blinks twice and a smile with the brightness of the Arkenstone itself radiates from his face. The tray is cast aside onto the table in the center of the room and he takes quick strides to get to you.

He wastes no time pulling you into his arms and burying his face in your hair. 

“You are awake.” He mutters into your locks.

“I think so.” You reply.

“You have been asleep for a week, I carried you down from Ravenhill myself. You were looked at by both Oin and an elvish healer. It was terrifying.”

“More terrifying than fighting a dragon?” You try to tease. It doesn’t land.

“Yes.” Is his serious reply. “You did not hear the sound of your head hitting the ice, nor did you feel the panic I felt when you wouldn’t open your eyes again.” His words are fierce and full of fire, contrasting with the almost delicate hold he has on your body.

“I am sorry.” You whisper. “I did not think, I just saw you in danger and the rest was instinct.” 

“I understand, but I am still not happy.” Fili pulls back slightly and looks into your eyes as he speaks.

You match his gaze, “I can live with that.” You place a singular delicate kiss on his lips, smiling at the feel of his mustache braids on your face. The coolness of the beads makes you feel alive. And you are glad for it.

“Thorin wishes to see you. I promised I would tell him when you woke.”

“Why does he want to see me?” You ask.

“Maybe because you saved his heir and killed the orc that had been hunting us for nearly half a year?” Fili cocks his head to the side and smirks at you. 

“It is bad to say that I wish to spend a little more time with you before being unleashed into the grasp of the rest of the Company?”

“Only if it is also bad that I wish the same thing,” is his easy reply. “How about we just eat for now and then we can decide what to do next after that, hmm?” His voice is soothing and his idea favorable. You nod and he smiles again.

So you two spend the rest of that evening together, talking, eating and hodling onto one another. 

Both of you are sure that this is not the last battle you will face together, but this one ended well and you will cherish the moments of peace in each others company.

The rest of the world can wait.