#tale teller’s plot bunny challenge 2019

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Shards of a forgotten past *part 9*

Afternoon darlings, here is part 9 for you! Hope you enjoy it! 

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Word count 1,184

Running through the forest Thennith stopped and lifted her head up trying to hear anything, when she heard the shout of Fili for his brother, turning to the right she ran towards the shouts and her eyes landed on the company fight off the spiders, taken a breath Thennith was about to charge forward when something caught her eyes in the top of the trees, looking up she saw the flash of blonde hair, and she knew it belonged to her nephew Legolas, hiding around the tree Thennith slow climbed up and watched the scene unfold below her. 

“Do not think I won’t kill you, Dwarf. It would be my pleasure” Legolas barked at the company, making Thennith roll her eyes at the tone.

“Search them!” Legolas ordered as Thennith looked around and saw Bilbo hiding behind a tree looking around until his eyes landed on her, given a hand signal to stay put, as one of the other elves took Thorin’s sword and handed it to Legolas.

“This is an ancient Elvish blade, it was forged by my kin” Legolas spoke as he twisted orcrist around “where did you get this?” He asked while giving Thorin a dirty look.

“It was given to me” Thorin proclaimed remembering the day when Thennith handed it over to him saying it was made by her kin and it would serve him well. 

Pointing orcrist at him Legolas wet his lips “not just a thief, but a liar as well” he hissed before telling the elves to lead them towards Mirkwood as the company was pushed past Thorin until Balin reached his side and they walked together. 

Waiting until everyone was out of sight Thennith climbed down the tree and met with Bilbo in the clearing, she could see the hobbit was anxious and unsure at what they could do “Bilbo everything will be fine” Thennith spoke trying to claim the hobbit. 

“How can you say that? We’re lost in a forest, Thorin has been taken to Mirkwood and I doubt they would be happy if we walk up to the door and knock on it asking for our friends back” Bilbo huffed. 

“My dear Bilbo, all is not lost” Thennith started but stopped she was still unsure if she should say anything but when Bilbo turned to face her with tears slowly started to pool behind his eyes, her walls crumbled “I Thennith, daughter of Oropher, Twin and younger sister to King Thranduil, Princess of the woodland realm, promise you we will get our friends back.”

Staring at her Bilbo felt his mouth drop open as he searched for anything to say to her when he finally spoke he was sure she didn’t hear him “You are the lost princess?” 

“Lost and thought dead for 60 years” Thennith said as she raised her hand and placed it on Bilbo’s shoulder “Thorin doesn't know, Balin and Gandalf do, but you must keep my secret and I will keep yours” she added. 

“I don’t have any” Bilbo said sharcting his head. 

“Hobbits can go unseen by many folk, but to disappear entirely, you have a rare gift Mr. Baggains” Thennith smiled at him. 

“Oh, yeah so erm I won't tell if you don’t” Bilbo muttered. 

“I’m counting on it” Thennith laughed, “Right I have an idea and if we pull this off we should be in Laketown by tonight, so listen closely” She added before explaining her plan to the hobbit.

….

In the cells of Mirkwood, all the company was throwing themselves against the doors trying to open them to break free, but nothing was working.

“Leave it, there is no way out of here, this is no Orc dungeon! These are the Halls of the Woodland Realm and that means no one leaves here, but, by the King’s consent” Balin shouted from his cell to the others.

Standing in the middle of the throne room Thorin watched as Thranduil started to descend the stairs from the Thorne “Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand, a Quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon” Thranduil spoke as he reached the bottom of the stairs, “I myself, suspect a more prosaic motive, attempted burglary, or something of that ilk” He added while staring down at Thorin.

Taken closely look at the King, Thorin was confused he was sure he was looking at Thennith, but he hadn’t seen her since she climbed the tree at the bridge within the forest.

Tilting his head Thranduil wet his lips and continued speaking at Thorin, rather then to him “you have found a way in, you seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule, a King’s jewel, the Arkenstone, It is precious to you beyond measure, I understand that there are gems in the mountain that I too desire, white gems of pure starlight, I offer you my help” he finished with a bow of his head.

“I am listening” Thorin said holding a sarcastic smile.

“I will let you go if you but return what is mine” Thranduil demanded.

“A favour for a favour” Thorin spat.

“You have my word, One King to another” Thranduil spat back.

Smirking to himself Thorin lowered his head before looking back up to Thranduil “I would not trust, Thranduil, the great King, to only his word, till the end of all days be upon us! You lack all honor! I have seen how you treat your friends! We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back, You, turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! May you die in dragon fire!” Thorin shouted at Thranduil.

“Do not talk to me of dragon fire! I know its wrath and ruin, I have faced the great serpents of the North” Thranduil shouted back as he got in Thorin’s face, letting the illusion drop and showing his burned scared face, before stepping away from the dwarf and pulling his shield back up “I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen, You are just like him” Thranduil mocked as he turned and walked back towards his throne motioning to his guards with a head tight as they grabbed a hold of Thorin as started to drag him away “Stay here if you will, and rot a hundred years is a mere blink in a life of an Elf, I’m patient, I can wait” Thranduil hissed with venom as Thorin was dragged out of his sight.

Balin watched as the guards dragged Thorin down the stairs and threw him into the cell, after they walked away he asked “Did he offer you a deal?”

“He did, I told him he could go ishkh khakfe andu null, him and all his kin!” Thorin shouted making Balin roll his eyes.

“Well, that’s that then, The deal was our only hope” Balin muttered as he sat against the wall.

“It’s not our only hope” Thorin whispered hoping Thennith and Bilbo were nearby and not in a different cell. 

*Part 10 coming soon*

[stars-for-thought]

Head over Heels

Title: Head Over Heels Pt. 1

Prompt-Plot Bunny #24: Using the line from Thor, the Dark World. “Congratulations, you just decapitated your grandfather.” Set during the reconstruction of Erebor with Fili and Kili.

Pairing: Fíli/Oc/Kíli

For: @sdavid09’s Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

Tags: @blankdblank @deepestfirefun @fizzyxcustard @fountainsofsilver @immawriteyouthings @princessofthefandomrealm @xxdragonagequeenxx

Authors Note: Ngl, I struggled so much to write this (but that’s normal. I have a hard time writing even though I love it.) but I had fun doing it. This is part from a series I’ve got ideas for. So if I get some decent feedback (and can actually write more) I’ll write and post the series from the beginning. The hard part was I got ideas. And then they expanded and changed. Then I would write but then Fred (my brain) would want more or to change stuff. I finally got it down to a short little thing that can be expanded on into a series in the future. Hope you all enjoy it and thank you @sdavid09 for the bunny!

And also thank you @blankdblank and @fountainsofsilver for your encouragement, suggestions, and listening to me whine as I attempted to write this! You both are the best.

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Head Over Heels

“Ya know lass, teasing them like that is bound to backfire in someway.”

Mallory turns and gives Dwalin a bright smile and flutters her eyelashes at him. “Why, whatever do you mean Master Dwalin?”

Dwalin raises his eyebrows and looks pointedly at her outfit.

She’s wearing a pair of short denim shorts, a tight tank top, a tool belt with a variety of tools on it, and her special made dwarven boots (one of many wonderful gifts from company). If her clothes happen to cling to her body and accentuate certain aspects of it, or show off her greatly admired tattoos (dwarves do so appreciate their art) then that is merely a happy accident. And no one really cares if her long dark red hair is pulled back in a high ponytail that sways as she walks, or that her tools smack against her thighs. She’s absolutely not trying to get anyone’s attention or rile them up.

Mallory grins down unrepentantly at the burly dwarf, “We’ve been working in the forges and the furnaces are up and running. So it’s hot. I’m merely dressed for the weather.”

Dwalin makes a noise of disbelief. “Of course you are.” He smirks and nods at her. “And the fact that you’re wearing the several pairs of earrings that Fíli and Kíli made you are also just coincidences too I take it?”

“Well of course not. Subtle doesn’t work with you Durins, so I may as well go all out.” She answers with an eye roll and a huff of exasperation.

Dwalin snorts in amusement and turns back to his work with a chuckle. “Just be careful there lassie, you may not like what happens when they snap.”

“Or I may love what happens when they finally do.” She replies cheekily.

Dwalin gives a bark of laughter and yells to her retreating back. “That you may lassie!”

Mallory chuckles as she walks towards the Forges and Great Hall. She passes many dwarrow and dams who nod or holler a greeting to her (which she heartily returns) as she passed by their work stations.

It’s only been a few months since the Battle of the Five Armies and yet so much progress had been made on restoring the mountain. (Never let it be said that dwarves weren’t stubborn, efficient, and hard working beings) The Great Forges in the mountains center, the entrances and exits, the Royal wings, the kitchens, and main sleeping areas were the first things repaired. It made it easier to repair and fix things with instead of having to send out to the Iron Hills, it also prepared the mountain for the coming winter months.

As things settled and time passed, (and the wounded healed) it was easier for the dwarrows to set up groups for repairing specific areas of the mountains, catalog recovered items, beginning repairs and working in the mines, and many other things.

Everyone was put to work. From Thorin who helped repair things in the forges (once he was healed enough), to Bilbo and Balin helping with alliances and securing food and things they need to last the winter.

Mallory herself had been busy as soon as she was healed enough from the battle. Her skills and knowledge as an Architect and Engineer had become a boon to the dwarves.

While she was on bed rest, many hours had been spent discussing and teaching what she knew to the Master Architects. It was eventually decided that she would be taken on as an apprentice to learn the Dwarven way of building and constructing, and she in turn would take on her own apprentices and teach them and the Masters what she knew.

While there were many who did not like a human being given such acceptance and distinction, and that she was taught their ways (from language to culture), there were even more who had come to appreciate and adore Mallory. And between them all, no one could deny that she hadn’t earned her home and place among the Company and Ereborian dwarves with all her help and accomplishments.

She had earned several titles and a position in Erebor. Throughout the journey and after all the events that had taken place, she had been honored with receiving several dwarven braids that marked her. One distinguishing and claiming her as a friend of dwarves, her Master and Apprentice braids, and a warrior braid. (She hoped that she would soon finally be able to also add courting, lovers, and family braids to her hair)

Mallory slows and warily eyes the bridges she must cross. The bridges that have no railings.

“Well there’s a lovely sight if I ever saw one!”

Mallory grins and loops her arm around Bofur’s shoulders as he comes up beside her “And hello to you Bofur.” She greets “have you come to escort me across these death traps you lot call walkways?”

“Why certainly! I’d never turn down the opportunity to have such a beautiful lass in my arms!” The dwarf cheerfully exclaims as he wraps and arm around her waist.

“Off to the Great Hall I take it?” He asks as they hurry along the walkways.

“Yes. We’re almost done with repairs there. All that’s left are some of the statues and a few superficial cracks that need mending.” She answers, focusing on him and not the high drop below her. “So I’m off there to check up on things before moving on.

“By check up, you mean find and tease the Princes don’t you?” He asks cheekily.

Mallory laughs and gives the dwarf a wink. “Care to help me Bofur?”

“Aye! We all could use some entertainment, and the lads reacting to you is certainly entertaining.”

They part ways at the Great Hall in good moods. Bofur goes off towards the last two statues that are being repaired. Mallory can easily make out Fíli and Kíli hard at work. Tunics are discarded (like many of the other dwarrows) and muscles bulging as they lift the heavy stone. The heat of the Furnaces is intense and no one is spared from the heat and sweat that comes with it.

Mallory grins impishly and hurries towards Masters Gefir and Mefir, who are overseeing the final repairs. Both greet her jovially, Gefir grins in amusement at her and her less than subtle outfit, while Mefir unrepentantly ogles and admires her.

They both quickly fill her in on everything as the three get to work clearing the last of the tools and rubble and directing the other working dwarrow.

——

Bofur is a simple dwarrow. He likes to see the good in things, he likes to laugh and be merry.

He can be serious when he needs to be though.

Right now is not one of those times though.

Having left Mallory’s side, he quickly makes his way towards the Princes and other workers. He’s determined to be in the best spot possible for when everything happens.

He can tell the exact moment that Kíli and Fíli spot Mallory. They both do double takes and then freeze, blatantly staring at the lass. And he doesn’t blame them one bit. (She’s a beautiful dam, eye catching green eyes, deep but vibrant long curly red hair, freckles everywhere and tanned skin, Incredible tattooed art, a head taller than them, toned and built, and wonderful assets.)

He watches as she bends down to pick something up and snorts as the brothers jaws drop and they unashamedly ogle her ass.

While watching them gape like fish and obviously ogle her is hilarious, they are in the middle of working and should really be paying attention to what they’re doing.

“Lads! Pay attention!”

The shout, while meant well, startles the two princes violently. Unfortunately this causes their holds on the ropes they have in their hands to slacken and like a domino affect, several things happen.

The ropes slip, which causes the stone piece that they’re hoisting up to fall, it’s caught but the action causes it to swing and smash into a pillar.

Which falls. Into a walkway. Which slices through the statue in front of it.

The crash and falling stone is loud and dusty. When it all calms and settles it’s easy to see the damage.

In the dead silence, Bofur sidles up to the brothers and claps them on the back with a loud laugh. “Congratulations! you just decapitated your grandfather.”

“Shut up Bofur.” Fíli hisses, his face the picture of horror.

The hatted dwarf is silent for a moment but then grins widely with merriment dancing in his eyes.

“That’s what you get for staring at the lass and ogling her ass instead of paying attention to what you’re doing lads.”

“Shut up Bofur!” Both princes bark, faces darkening into a deep crimson that is not from exertion and all the work they’ve been doing.

Bofur laughs loud and dodges the swipes they take at him. Out of the corner of his eye he notes the crowd growing around the broken statue. But he’s more focused on Dwalin scooping a horrified but amused Mallory up and giving her to Gloin who rushes away with her in his arms.

Cheers and exclamations go out as those gathered around the rubble start pulling out precious gems that were buried in the stone and would never have been found had the statute not been broken.

“Oh well, it’s not like we can’t make a new statue.” Someone comments happily.

Bofur snorts and turns back to the boys, ready to calm them and perhaps usher them away before they can be accosted, only to pause as he sees Dwalin barking at them and dragging them off the same way Gloin and Mallory has gone shortly before.

“Looks like Nori owes me.” Bofur murmurs gleefully, “Dwalin seems to have snapped first and is finally doing something about those three.”

Bofur grins and whistles happily, heading off to find the thief and demand his pay.

The hatted dwarf later learns that Dwalin, locked the trio in their rooms and told them to figure things out before they destroyed the mountain and that he wouldn’t let them out until things were settled between them.

No one saw them for a week after that.

[squirrelnotsam]

Ghost Rider

Ship: Reader X OMC; Reader X Dean?

Characters: Reader, William (OMC), Dean, Baby

Warnings: I don’t know TV show violence, cheating, let me know if I forget something

Summary: Your boyfriend, trying to get into your pants, buys you a ‘67 Chevy Impala. Little did he know the past owner; Dean Winchester’s soul is attached to it.

Word Count: Approximately 3,290

Created for @sdavid09 #Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

A/N: I have this recurring dream of Dean’s ghost leaning against Baby just waiting for me. When I read the plot bunny, I just had to use it. As I was writing this piece, I realized all the different possibilities the story could have gone in. I am not happy with the ending it’s not the one I envisioned for this piece. I am making do due to time constraints. I would appreciate any kind of feedback both positive and negative.

Image lifted from Super-Wiki

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

Chuck Shurley once said, “This 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car…no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe.” That is why it is such a shame to find it on a used car lot in Phoenix, Arizona.  William crawled around under the Impala, checking hoses and clamps. He opened the hood and checked the fluids. The engine compartment appeared clean. “How many owners did it have?”

“Two has far as we can tell,” the salesman replied, “originally from Kansas.” He shoved his hands into his plaid trousers and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“It looks clean, but the mileage is high. How much were you asking for this again?”

“Fifteen thousand. It’s a classic. Don’t find to many like this anymore.”

William ran his hand over his buzz cut hair. “I don’t know man. It’s more than what I wanted to spend on the little lady. Would you take ten for it?”

“Let me run it by my manager and see what he thinks,” the salesman ran into the trailer that was being used as an office leaving William out by the car.

He hoped she would put out after all the money he was spending on her. So far, she was nothing but a wet blanket. He wined and dined her. Bought her clothes and jewelry but still she kept blocking his advances.

Buzz, Buzz the sound pulled him from his thoughts. Buzz, buzz he pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at it. Abitch displayed on the screen. If it wasn’t the little lady. The salesman came out of the office waving him over just as he was going to accept the call. Instead he swiped decline sending her to voicemail. William slipped the phone back into his pocket and ran up to the salesman.

“I can go as low as thirteen. Just need you to fill out some paperwork and we will get you on your way and to show there’s no hard feelings I’m throwing in a few coupons for a free steak dinner.” William shook his hand and followed him into the trailer.

They sat down at a small table with a laptop on it. “Just need a copy of your driver’s license.” William pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. Opened it and slid his driver’s license over to the salesman. The lights started flickering, “that’s been happening a lot lately,” the salesman smirked, “hope the power doesn’t go out before we finish the paperwork.”

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

Y/N heard a rumble coming down the road. When it stopped in front of her house, she looked out the window and saw a gorgeous black car. She let out a groan when William stepped out of the vehicle. He was starting to get on her nerves. She had tried calling him earlier to cancel their date tonight, but he never returned her call. After the crappy day she had she didn’t want to put up with his unwanted advances. She was seriously considering breaking up with him, but her parents had their entire retirement riding on the business deal with his parents. If she broke up with him now the deal falls through and their retirement is gone.

The doorbell chimed as she was trudging down the stairs. She plastered on a fake smile before opening the door. “William, so nice to see you.”

He looked her up and down, then frowned. “You’re not ready.”

“You didn’t return my call earlier today. I’m really not feeling that well.”

“I got stuck in a meeting. We can always stay in tonight. Cuddle up with some movies.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

She looked around him to the driveway. “Did you get a new car?” Her eyes going wide.

“You want to go for a ride?”

“Give me a minute,” she said aloud. What are you doing Y/N thought to herself? You were just trying to cancel a date with the sleaze ball and now you’re going for a ride with him. Remember your parents. “It’s all about the parents.”

“What was that?”

Oops that wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. She was having problems keeping thoughts in her head tonight. “How are your parents?” She quickly covered as she finished slipping her shoes on and grabbed her wallet and keys.

“They’re doing good. There is some charity event coming up. They would like us to attend,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes as she locked the door. Y/N turned around and walked over to the car. She ran her finger across the hood and along the side following the contour of the automobile. “Hello, baby.”

William looked at her from across the top of the car. “Did you just call her baby?”

“Yeah, that’s her name.” She shrugged

“You name your cars?” He gave an incredulous expression. Y/N open the passenger side door and sat down on the bench seat. She rubbed her hand across the worn leather and caressed the dash.

“Doesn’t everyone? Who wouldn’t name their trusty steed?”

“You know it’s a car not living thing?” He scoffed. Starting the car up the engine roared to life. The vibration of the engine sending waves of pleasure through Y/N’s bones.

Y/N reached over and turned on the radio AC/DC’s Back In Black playing through the speakers. She starts headbanging to the beat of the song fingers tapping out the rhythm as she sings along. “You like this crap?” He questions as he changes the station.

“Let me guess you like Jazz music?” She looks over at him. His eyes stay on the road.

“Actually, I prefer Hip Hop.” The radio starts changing again and stops on Highway to Hell.

“Y/N would you please stop that,” he said irritated.

“That wasn’t me.”

“My hands are on the steering wheel and the only person in the car is you.” Y/N shivered. She turned on the heater. “What did you do that for?”

“It’s cold in here,” She said rubbing her arms.

The lights started flickering on and off in the car. “What the hell? I can’t believe that sleaze ball would sell me this piece of crap.” The car stalled in the middle of the road. William started banging on the steering wheel. Y/N opened the door. “Where are you going?” He growled.

She got out of the car and opened the hood. She started wiggling the wires around on the battery terminal. It all looked good. “You know I checked all of that before I bought the dumb thing,” he said. “There was a store a couple of miles back. I’m going to see if I can get some help.”

“Yeah you do that,” Y/N mumbled. Something was off and she was bound and determined to figure it out. “I haven’t spent most of my life learning about cars just to be stuck on the side of the road.” She opened the trunk up to see if there were any tools she could use.

She wasn’t expecting to find anything useful and was shocked to find a false bottom. When she lifted it up it was full of weapons. She began to wonder about William and if he was really a mass murderer. She was so lost in thought she never heard the footsteps coming up behind her.

“Where’s Winchester?” A voice snarled. Y/N turned around at the voice. A willowy man approached her.

“Who?” She questioned. Everything within her was telling her to run away.

“Dean Winchester, that’s his car.” He kept approaching her.

She looked confused. “Who is Dean Winchester?” She gulped as he stopped inches from her.

“Oh, this is sweet.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “You’re driving his car and you don’t know who he is?” He sneered at her. His gaze vacant and dead. Her eyes darted around looking for a way out of the situation. The air around her cooled. “Don’t even think about running, hun.” There’s nowhere to go and there are more creatures like me out in the woods.”

“Cr-crea-creatures like you?”

“I was just going to end this quickly, but perhaps I’ll keep you around. You’re fun to play with.” This time when he smiled, she could see his fangs. The vampire went flying against a nearby tree as Y/N’s body shuddered.

She doesn’t know how it happened, she couldn’t control her body. It was moving on its own. She grabbed a machete out of the trunk then stomped over to the vampire slicing his head off. She poured gasoline on his body and lit a match. “Adios bitch,” her voice was deep and gravely.

She put everything back in the trunk of the Impala got in the driver's seat and drove off into the night. She drove for sixteen hours straight and didn’t stop until she got to Lebanon, KS. She pulled up to a large building, its entrance was rather small and nondescript. It was located near the road but was almost below ground level. She opened the door and entered the room standing on a balcony.

Y/N was blown away by what she saw. There was a room filled with old electronic equipment. A table with the map of the world on it that glowed. The room adjacent to all the computer equipment contained a library and was decorated in lavish style. The walls were covered with bookcases and filing cabinets. At the end was a very large telescope. The central area featured a long wooden table and much of the furniture and decor were from decades past. She sat down in a comfortable looking chair and fell asleep.

“What happened?” Y/N groaned as she woke up. “And where the hell am I?” She looked around at her surroundings. The lights flickered and the air in the room chilled.

“Sorry about that,” a gravelly voice said. She looked to the source of the sound and saw a tall bow-legged man materialize out of thin air.

“What the…,” she said as her eyes grew wide. “Please don’t hurt me!” She yelled.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said raising his hands up in a placating gesture.

“You’re...you’re...you’re a gho...ghost,” she stuttered.

“Yeah, I wish you didn’t have to find out like this.” His face looked sad. “But all the things that go bump in the night. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they’re all real.”

“Werewolves? Is that what...”

“No that was a vampire. My name’s Dean by the way.” He placed his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, Dean, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out to shake his hand. He grinned and shook his head to indicate no.

“I’ve used too much energy as it is now. If I tried to shake your hand I would just phase through.”

“Oh,” she replied. “No offense but where am I?” She glanced around the room.

Dean got a gleam in his eye. “I like to call it the Batcave, but really it’s a Men of Letters bunker. The safest place in the world.”

“The men of who?”

“Men of letters. It’s Illuminati for the supernatural. I want to show you something.” Dean flickered.

Y/N stood up and followed him down a hallway he stopped in front of a door with an Aquarian star with the number 11 in the middle of it. “It should be in here,” he said. Dean phased through the door. She turned the doorknob and entered the room.

There was a bed along with a desk and reading light, against it was a photograph of a blonde-haired woman. The room was decorated with guns and weapons. On the back wall hung an axe like weapon with a bone handle fastened to a long obsidian blade with a piece of leather. “Wow,” she said.

“In the desk drawer is my journal.” She could now see through Dean. He was fading fast. “It should answer…” He was gone.

“What have I gotten myself into?” she mumbled aloud. She went over to the desk and opened the drawer. Inside she found a leather-bound journal. Sitting on the bed she flipped through the pages she realized it was all about different types of monsters and how to kill them. Before Y/N realized it, she was fast asleep on the memory foam mattress.

The sound of the Imperial March from Star Wars woke her up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the palm of her hands and pulled her cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen. She missed a call from William and just like always he didn’t bother to leave her a message. Y/N rummaged around in the dresser and found a pair of sweats and an AC/DC tee-shirt that she changed into.

Feeling a little more presentable she found her way to the kitchen and surprisingly it was stalked with canned and dry goods. She placed some coffee grounds into the coffee maker added some water and flipped the switch to on. Coldness wrapped around her.

“You look good in my clothes.” The whisper in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes wishing she could see the handsome ghost with the pretty green eyes again. “Did you read the journal?” She heard.

Y/N turned around and slowly opened her eyes. Dean stood in front of her she noticed the freckles on his face. “I did,” she replied.

“So, you sacrifice yourself to save the world, thank you by the way. What happened to your brother?”

“Sam? I’m not sure. Thought he would be here.” The Imperial March started playing again. Y/N rolled her eyes and declined the call. “Shouldn’t you answer that?”

“He can’t bother to answer my calls I’m not going to answer his.”

“Won’t he worry about you?” Dean asked concerned.

“I figure it’s been roughly three days since the night with the vampire.”

“About that yeah,” Dean agreed.

“And he is just now calling me after leaving me stranded on the side of the road. What the hell kind of douche is that?”

“You can do so much better than him.” Dean smirked.

“Tell that to my parents. They’re the reason I’m with him to begin with. Some sort of business arrangement with his parents.”

“We should get you back to Phoenix, sweetheart. To your family and friends.” He pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. She sighed at the gesture. We can stop at a diner in town for some food.” He tossed her the keys to the car. “You can drive. Don’t scratch my baby.”

“So, I was right, about her name.”

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

It was late as Y/N passed the welcome to Phoenix sign. The windows were rolled down and the radio turned up loud. Dean kept her company on the trip sharing stories and singing aloud to classic music on the radio. She turned down the radio as she turned down the residential street and pulled up to William’s house. She turned off the car and faced Dean. “It was a pleasure meeting you Dean. Will we see each other again?”

“I’m attached to the car. I have to go where the car goes?”

“And the car belongs to William,” she sighed. Dean leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the coldness of him along with something tingly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay Dean. I wanted it also. I really should go and return the keys to him.”

Y/N walked up to the door. Her mouth went dry, so she licked her lips and swallowed down a gulp of air. She knocked on the door.

“Y/N/N, sweetheart,” she could hear Dean’s voice in her ear, “you should really just take the car and leave.”

“What’s going on Dean?”

“Trust me, the guy's a douche.” She rang the doorbell then knocked on the door as loud as she could.

“William!” She frantically kept pounding on the door. “Answer the door!” She rang the doorbell a few more times for good measure.

“Who’s trying to break down the door?” She heard a female voice say.

“William are you in there?” Y/N said. She heard a click as a lock was undone and a tall, thin woman with blonde hair appeared as the door cracked open.

“What do you want?” She was wearing a button-down shirt that barely covered her ass. Her legs were bare and no underwear on. Y/N took in her appearance and the disheveled look of her hair.

“I want to talk to my boyfriend,” Y/N said pushing the door open and walking into the house. “Where is the bastard?” She walked past the woman to the master bedroom. “What the hell she yelled?”

“Y/N what are you doing here?” William looked at you, confusion on his face. “Thank goodness you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I can see that,” Y/N said. “How long have you been fucking her?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking.”

“The blonde slut that answered the door.”

“Oh, that,” William replied.

“I’m not a slut,” the other woman said.

“Can it!” Y/N glared at her. “You might as well go home nothing here for you anymore.”

“This is my home,” she mumbled.

“What did you say? Oh, that is just...Ugh! I just can’t right now.” The lights flickered. A small smile spread across Y/N face as she thought about Dean. “You know what you can keep the no-good low life son of a bitch. Slick Willie just answer this one question, did you even bother to go back for me, or did you leave me for dead?”

“I had to get it from somewhere. You weren’t putting out frozen queen that you are.” Willie snarled.

“I only came by to return your car, but I think I’ve changed my mind.” She twirled the keys around her finger listening to them jingle.

“You go ahead and keep that piece of shit.” The lights flickered again. This time she could smell leather, gunpowder, and mint in the room.

“I know Dean. You know you really shouldn’t talk about Baby like that,” Y/N said.

“Who the hell is Dean? There is no one else here except for us three.” Y/N glanced at the blonde and shrugged.

“He’s the former owner of the car that’s going to haunt your ass if you don’t behave.”

Willie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You know there is no such things as ghosts, right? You have definitely lost your damn mind.”

“Boo!” Dean said as he flickered next to Willie. Willie jumped and the blonde’s eyes got wide with fright and she ran out of the room crying.

“I don’t even want to know how you pulled that trick but keep the car. You’ll be crawling back before too long.” Y/N turned and left the room.

She saw the blonde in the living room sitting on the couch. “Sorry I scared you. Won’t happen again,” Y/N said as she walked out the door slamming it shut behind her. She got into the Impala and drove away into the night blaring AC/DC’s Shoot To Thrill.

𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲 𝒲

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Discretion

Characters: The Company x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1482

Notes: Finally finished! Plot Bunny #58! @sdavid09 I'm glad to be a part of the Plot Bunny challenge, this was a lot of fun! I started to go a little overboard and had to rein myself in, lol. Fíli x reader if you’d like, it’s pretty open-ended :) This had very little editing, sorry for any mistakes!

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“Promise you won’t tell?”

Y/N suppressed a sigh as she pulled Kíli’s sleeve down, over the neatly-wrapped bandages on his forearms. She offered a gentle smile to counter the worried gaze that kept flitting over her face.

“Kíli. Have I ever told?”

He chewed on his lip. “No.”

She gripped his hand for a moment in an effort to calm his nerves. “And I won’t start now. Maybe ask your wife to use something a little softer than old fish-rope, next time, though, hm?”

The blush that he’d come into her clinic with returned with a vengeance, and he ducked his head. “I will.”

She stepped back to allow him the space to stand from the stool she’d put him on. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll redress it. That salve should all but fix it overnight, so long as it stays put. I’ll be here all day.”

“Alright. Thank you, Y/N.” He took her hand for a moment and spoke genuinely before turning to leave.

She watched him go and shot him another smile as he glanced back at her and shut her front door. Once she was alone, she took down his name in her logbook with a sigh. Even though the newly refurbished Erebor had plenty of healers to spare, she could always count on finding one of the Original Company lingering at her doorway -- either at her clinic or her quarters, it didn’t seem to matter -- at all hours. She had plenty of secrets to go around, but they all knew very well that she was tight-lipped.

Unfortunately, boys will be boys, and her boys were no exception. (Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Bilbo, ever the picture of politeness, always behaved himself.) There wasn’t a week gone by that she didn’t have to deflect one of the bloody dwarves trying to weasel information out of her about any of the others’ visits. Despite the fact they had all --Thorin included, but she’d never admit that-- come to her with their more delicate matters, none of them seemed to possess any respect of privacy. When one travels with a group for as long as they had, she supposed, in the conditions they had, boundaries became a little blurry.

They had treated her with more delicacy through the Quest, though that was probably because of her prized status as female. Despite being only half-dwarrow, she was still considered a treasure, and they had behaved as such. Her sex was also what had almost kept her from joining at all, but thankfully Oín had been able to convince Thorin to take her along as insurance. He wasn’t as young as he once was, and Mahal knew what could happen to any of them, so it was better to have another capable healer along, just in case.

She did prove useful, and ended up becoming their go-to for most things. In their own time, each had learned that she never judged them for their mishaps, no matter how strange they seemed. She’d seen plenty of accidents-- once, Kíli had dared Bofur to do as many push-ups as he could on one hand, with both of Dwalin’s axes stacked on his back. He got through a surprisingly number, but had dislocated his shoulder on the last one. He’d refused to admit to any pain after she’d reset it, but she noticed how strained he looked after a full day of hauling his pack over his shoulders. After everyone else had fallen asleep, she’d sat with him, quietly, and massaged a generous amount numbing salve into the muscles. They’d all had similar situations.

She’d stitched fingers, packed down bandages so they’d be inconspicuous under clothing, pulled out splinters from all manner of places, medicated anxieties, insomnia, and odd bruises. She never asked what happened, and only offered a gentle smile and advice to speed up their healing, whether or not they told.

They all thanked her, too, in their own way. Ori made her a whole new pair of mittens when her old ones began to wear too far to be of use, Dori picked and dried any tea-worthy leaves he could find for her, Bofur made sure she always had a scarf if the wind picked up, and the princes regularly lifted items from her pack to make her journey lighter. Dwalin made sure her modest sword was always razor-sharp. Bombur let her have first pick of whatever they’d managed to scrounge up for meals. Thorin had called her khazush once.

After the Battle to reclaim the Mountain, absolutely no one in the Company would suffer any other healers seeing to the barely-alive Thorin, or his nephews, beyond those assistants she’d chosen personally. Since then, she’d been officially named as the Royal Physician, alongside an aging Oín, but the Durin line was healthy, now. The boys were young and resilient, and only Thorin presented a slight limp where his foot had been pierced through. Most of her time was spent tending to the other twelve dwarves, (and, again, Bilbo, but she had nothing poor to say on his part), and offering advice to the regrowing city of Dale.

Today, she recalled as her gaze traveled over her desk to land on her shopping list, was Sunday, and the colorful market would be taking place in the Hall of Kings. At some point, she should make it down there -- there were a few supplies to gather for the tinctures that needed making. She always enjoyed the markets-- it was wonderful to see such lively activity in a space that seemed so hollow and gloomy.

Her trip was long, as she chatted with at least a dozen vendors, but was otherwise relatively uneventful. Her mind wandered away from her on the trip back, as it usually did, and her feet took her back to her office on their own accord. She only came back to herself when a presence beside her halted her, and suddenly, there was a sweet smell under her nose. She started, drawing back as a golden tart came into focus. Just beyond it was an equally golden moustache, framing a wily smile.

“I swiped two of tonight’s desserts,” Fíli said conspiratorially. “Thought you might appreciate one.”

She reached for the tart he was offering, thanking him with a smile. “You’re very considerate, Fíli.”

“Ah-ah.” he pulled back out of her reach, quirking a brow. “I’m afraid today’s raid has come at a price.”

Y/N frowned, and waited, becoming increasingly suspicious as his grin turned more mischievous.

Sure enough, he continued, “I know Kíli saw you this morning, but he brushed me off so fast I was nearly blown backwards. You’ll get a tart if you tell me why.”

She narrowed her eyes and pushed open the door to her clinic.

“Fíli, you sly devil.”

His devious grin widened. “Getting cold,” he sang, following her to keep the treat in her sights.

She turned up her nose and set her basket down on a workspace. “You know I won’t tell you. Unless you want me to spill all of your secrets to him.”

“Ah, but, I don’t have any secrets.” He propped his hip against her table as she arranged her fresh ingredients. “I’m an open book. All I’ve come to you for are splinters and stubbed toes.”

Y/N picked up the notebook with today’s recipes and turned to her shelving to gather the last couple items, pulling jars down as she spoke. “Do I need to remind you of the first time you came to me with more than just your toe stubbed? Or when you nearly severed your thumb trying to impress that dam when we were passing through Bree?”

This drew a hot blush to not only his cheeks, but all the way up his ears and down his throat. He sputtered, “ah- um, well, that’s -- that was--” and descended into coughs.

Y/N chuckled as she set her bottled down and selected one set to the side, quickly securing a note to the neck. She turned to Fíli, snatched the tart from his hand before he could stop her, and replaced it with the large vial.

“Here. Take this to Balin, it’s for Bard when he visits next. There are ingredients on the note, he can come see me if he has ny questions.“ She tugged on one of his mustache braids and leveled him with a playful glare as he schooled his breath. “Now, go on.”

For the second time that day, a Durin was scurrying out of her clinic with a blush. Again, she sighed as the door closed, and sank into a chair. This time, though, a fond laugh bubbled in her chest as she bit into Fíli’s pastry. Even if they could be ridiculous, at least they gave her life color.

Indeed, boys would be boys, but they were her boys.

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khazush: sister

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The Greatest Distance (Final)

CHAPTER 10

FIRST | PREVIOUS

Plot Bunny #59: What happens when the company of Thorin Oakenshield ends up in our world? How will you cope?

The company of Thorin Oakenshield falls into a modern world, and meets Piper Morgan and her son Riordan. They must face the challenges of modern life, until they can return to their own world. In the meantime one particular dwarf finds himself falling in love with this modern woman. But will it spell disaster when they must return? By his hat, he will give it his best though!

Tag List: @sdavid09 @walking-potter-davinci-games, @sherala007

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Adopted Plot Bunny #36: OC was Smaug’s dragon rider. He was kind before the attack. And he only attacked because Thrain threw her out of the kingdom when she asked for shelter and medicine. She almost died as a result, if it wasn’t for Smaug’s magic, she would have. So Smaug attacked and put a sleeping spell on her. Gandalf breaks it when they find her. She now must cope with everything that has happened, and Thorin (wanting to make up for what his grandfather did) wants to help.

I have decided to make this a reader insert since that is my speciality. Also, this ended up being way longer then I thought and so, this is only part 1 of what I am planning to be a 2 (maybe 3) part story. (In my writing there are no rules concerning the naming of the Dwarrow race AAAAAHHHHH).

@sdavid09 Thank you for the adoption. Sorry for the late entry. Hope this is okay.

Context:

The line of Durin survives battle of five armies with injuries. Reader is found about a week/two weeks after the battle by some dwarrow tasked with finding out where the gold ends/damages Smaug had wrought. They find a glowing woman in an alcove and, justifiably, freak out and call Gandalf.

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 The wind churned against mighty wingbeats. Like a hurricane stirring to rise. The great fire drake Smaug soared through the air. Red-gold scales shining in the sunlight. A young dragon by all accounts. Subconsciously drawn to gold like his kin, but this did not completely rule his thoughts. He was mostly free of it, for now, for he had a conscious desire to protect that which was dear to him. For hidden between the spikes trawling down his spine, sat a young dragon rider. His dragon rider.

Descendant of those blessed by the Valar; after they tamed one of Morgoth’s famed dragons for their own, mortal creations of the union of all the free peoples of Middle Earth. Thwarting his dark powers through self-sacrifice, freely giving their light to free the great serpents from darkness.

In appearance, she seemed closer to a young human woman than an elf, barely out of childhood. But there was a hidden strength under her skin and a fire in her chest. At least, there should have been. For now, she clung listlessly to Smaug’s back.

They had met, this dragon and rider, in the withered heath. Like all dragon riders, (Y/n) was tasked with travelling to this dangerous valley to prove themselves. Which they did, marvellously. Packing and planning, (they were pretty meticulous after all), and finally arriving. They sought their dragon. A dragon marked for them as they were marked for it. A dragon of similar age and mind. (Y/n) found this dragon in Smaug. Beating him in single combat and winning his heart through song. (A process that would kill anyone else who didn’t carry the blessings of the Valar…well…probably kill). Also, after this great battle, she sang to him regularly; since song is the greatest expression of the Valar’s power after all, it helped keep him in the light.

When they flew together, their minds were as one. Nigh unbeatable in combat. A dragon rider and their mount were among the most feared forces in the world. Especially if they survived against all attacks by the forces of darkness to reach maturity.

(Y/n) and Smaug were unbothered by this though. Smaug’s pride and (Y/n) headstrong nature meaning they failed to see the danger before it was too late. (Y/n) had presented herself before her father. He had had wished her well and she had set out to fulfil her role in protecting the peoples of Middle Earth. She decided they would eventually venture North into the frozen wastes, but not until they were stronger and Smaug could survive the colder regions. So, they travelled South. Deciding to visit Rivendell. Her family still knew of a bloodline living there, closely connected to theirs.  But before they crossed the Misty Mountains, she had a stop Smaug was happy to indulge her for. Being curious as to the customs of Dwarves and having heard of their skill. She wished to visit Erebor and see the great forges for herself. She also promised to buy Smaug some golden trinket to help ease his lust for it.

But disaster struck just as they left the shadow of the Grey Mountains. Ambushed by Goblins. The tricky creatures had decided that, no creature as powerful as a dragon would look up, they weren’t wrong, so they positioned archers on the peaks and shot at his rider. (Y/n) was able to stop nearly all of them, twirling their staff at lighting speed, but not all. An arrow to the calf is a big enough problem on its own but add poison to the mix and you’re in trouble.

Their stop at Erebor suddenly gained an urgency it didn’t have before. (Y/n)’s pride, an equal match for her dragon’s, would not suffer to go home in disgrace, so they sought treatment elsewhere.

“I am a dragon rider, I will not be felled by a goblins arrow.” (Y/n)’s promise to Smaug was as much a comfort for her as it was for him. They journeyed over green valleys and scattered groves. Stopping in promising spots so (Y/n) could gather the necessary herbs to craft a poultice for her wound. Singing and crushing herbs she was able to almost create her own cure. It didn’t get rid of the poison, but it cleaned the wound and slowed the infection down.

Two days later, they landed in a valley. Almost in the shadow of the lonely mountain but guarded from sight by a wall of trees. A vast forest stretched all around on one side of the mountain.

 (Y/n) pov:

 “Smaug, I need you to wait here please.” When I had told him that he had protested. ‘Not wanting his rider to go too far from him with her injury, I completely understand’.

But even so, I argued with him. Citing the rivalry between dragons and dwarves. Noting that Dwarves only barely tolerated dragon riders due to the old alliance they had. I warned him of some recent news my father had received from the elves, of a dwarven king succumbing to gold sickness. Smaug winced at that. I sighed, telling him that if I showed up with him in tow it might send the Dwarves into a panic. After convincing him to stay put, I rebandaged my leg and set off for the gates of Erebor. Giving Smaug a quick hug before I go.

Leaving just as the sun was setting, I ended up walking all night. Skirting the edge of the trees, eventually coming to a road just as the sun was rising. I collapsed by the side of the road, I need to take a little rest. ‘Where are you now.’ ‘I’m almost there, be calm.’

The sound of clopping hooves echoed in the distance. I pulled a sandwich out of my bag and started Sullenly eating. The hoof beats got louder. Looking up, I saw a group of Dwarrow on ponies come trotting up the road. They stopped and looked at me.

“Who are you miss? Where are you bound?” I greeted them and responded that I was bound for Erebor. They just squinted at me. ‘No I’m not an elven envoy. Let’s just opt for a smile.’ I repeated the age-old greetings. They looked hesitant but agreed to lead me to the gates at least.

Two of the dwarves breaks off from the group, one to trot beside me and the other gallops back to Erebor; the rest continue their patrol down the road. I lean on my staff but otherwise walk tall and proud. My leg keeps throbbing. ‘I can’t afford to show weaknesses’.

After an age, we finally exit the treeline. I pause a moment to catch my breath, covering it by pretending to regard the lines of people and Dwarrow eagerly awaiting entry to Erebor. Returning Dwarrow are welcomed quickly, visitors for family next and the merchants last. Sighing I follow the guard’s pony, fully expecting to join the final queue. This resignation turns to pleasant surprise when this is not the case. Instead, I am led straight to the gate.

In the shadows, a burly looking dwarf was waiting. Intricately braided beard, (as was customary), spilling over his crossed arms. “What do you want in Erebor.” Judging by his armour, this was probably the captain of the guard. Once again, I repeated the greetings and asked for shelter and medicine. Reaching down, ignoring the jumpy dwarf beside me, I showed him my bandaged leg. He looked thoughtful, but not as harsh as before. Suddenly, he turns and asks me to follow him, leading me through one of the side doors in the gate.

Once inside, I have to take another breather, eyes darting about. Looking around in wonder at just the entry hall to Erebor. Emeralds were embedded high in the walls, banners of woven gold swaying inside small alcoves. Dwarves and selected humans bustled around, bartering for goods at the various stalls.

He looked at me and the crowd before holding out his hand, I allowed him to lead me through the throng. Even when we left the hall behind and had travelled past three subsequent markets, the sounds did not diminish. Voices echoing on stone in a low hum that refused to fade. I shifted my weight between my feet. Following the dwarf, I started to wonder just how far we would still have to go. ‘Just how big is Erebor.’

Finally, we arrived at a gilded door. My guide knocked and stepped back. Another dwarf eventually opened the door. His clothes had more jewels than my guides, black beard bearing a bead with the royal crest. My guide gestured between us.

“This is prince Thorin. Your highness, this one claims to be a dragon rider.”

“Thank you Dwalin. I can take it from here.” Dwalin bowed his head and marched a little ways away. Standing in a arch nearby. ‘Huh, do I look that dangerous.’

I turned to Thorin and bowed my head. “It is an honour Prince Thorin. I greet you gladly under the old ways.” He bowed his back and gestured that I follow him. Dwalin trailing behind us.

I followed, a limp attempting to show. ‘No! No limping.’

“You will be presented to the king. He will hear you.  I smiled and gestured lightly with my staff.

“Lead the way your highness.”

He pushed through a set of even larger ornate doors and I almost stopped at the vastness of the hall before me. A narrow bridge being the only access point for visitors to approach the grand throne.

I followed Thorin as swiftly as possible. He strode up to the old dwarf sat on the throne and whispered in his ear. Before stepping back to stand another dwarf stood beside the throne.

“His majesty, King Thror of Erebor.” A herald nearby announced.

I bowed my head and stood to my full height. “I am (Y/n) (L/n) of the line of Drakón.” My eyes were drawn to the glowing light hovering just above his head. The Arkenstone. I had heard of it. I could almost hear a soft song coming from within its jewelled depths. I didn’t even notice or feel the fain heat rising in my eyes as they flashed in response to it.

“What is it you need.” Thror glared at me, suspicion all over his face.

I refocused on the dwarven king, doing my best to put on a friendly face. My heartbeat loud in my ears. “I need food and medicine, shelter too if it can be spared. We were attacked by goblins on the way down from the Grey mountains and...”

“We?” Thror interrupted, looking at me sternly.

I sighed and shifted, face morphing into a grimace as a flash of pain ran up my leg. I tried to smile. “Yes. We, being me and my dragon.”

Thror sniffed. “So, where is this dragon.”

“He is waiting for me just beyond the forest, in…”

“Stop!” Thror had leaped to his feet. “You dare bring a dragon within our borders. Do you know of their lust for gold.”

I froze. ‘What is he talking about. Dragon’s with a rider are fine around…’

I cleared my throat. “Yes. As dictated in the old treaty, I haven’t brought him any closer than…”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear any more. Leave.”

I looked at him in disbelief. My gaze finding Thorin’s who looked at me sadly. He turned to look at his Grandfather with a sorrowful gaze.

I looked at Thror. “I’m injured. You can’t just turn me away.”

Thror drew himself up. “I will hear no more of this. Take them.” The guards stepped forward.

“Please follow us.” The guard nearest to me gestured and I gritted my teeth. Turning to walk back the way we had come. It was at that moment, the worst possible moment, that the anaesthetics completely wore off. I collapsed, Dwalin moving to catch me, only just catching myself on my good leg and staff. “Ahh.” I hissed. “I can walk.” I pulled myself up and walked away, leaning heavily on my staff. Just before we left the room, I looked back. Thorin seemed to be whispering something to Thror, who raised a hand and bushed him off. I didn’t bother watching any longer.

I was led outside Erebor and sent on my way. Under the shadow of the gat, the dwarf known as Dwalin apologised to me.

‘I don’t know what he’s apologising for. His King’s a jerk, it’s not his fault.’ I don’t tell him that though. I heard Dwarrow can get particularly techy if you insult their royalty. I limped away.

Just get to Smaug as quick as possible. No need to waste time with them. If we hurry, we might be able to get to make Rivendell. I would go to Greenwood, but their king supposedly has a really big grudge against us at the moment. No need for a repeat of this disaster.

I walked away, only allowing myself the luxury of a limp once I was sure I was out of eyeshot of the gate. The woodland paths seem so much longer the second time round. The world keeps pulsing in strange colours.

I can’t feel my leg anymore. Which would be a bonus due to the absence of pain, but I can’t put any significant weight on it either. Also, there is pain, it’s just higher on my leg now.

Why can I hear my heartbeat. That doesn’t feel normal.

Almost there.

Almost.

Finally. There he is.

“Hey Smaug.”

My voice sounds so far-away. Am I shouting? I can’t tell.

Why does Smaug look so concerned, we can just leave.

When did I kneel? No wait, I’m on the floor.

It’s getting so dark. Cold.

No…wait. There’s warmth and light. It’s coming from that rumbling. It’s tuneful. Is Smaug singing?

Everything’s gone black.

Something’s puling on me. I can feel my legs again. It hurts, but that fades too. Soon I feel nothing.

I can’t see anything beyond this blank void. I can’t feel anything beyond my own flesh.

Have I been sent beyond the world for my pride? Please let me not have followed that accursed path.

I can hear distant screams. The wind, it’s so far away.

What is happening?

Everything has gone calm. The rumbling is back.

Smaug? Is that you?

It is warm.

.

.

.

I’ve been here so long. Drifting. It has been silent for such a long time.  Even that distant beat has faded.

After it all went silent. I could feel a prickling on my back. Am I lying on something. I can’t be. Not floating in this endless dark.

I waited. Where is Smaug?

What happened?

I remember…walking, through endless trees. And Dwarrow. The one who hides his kindness, the one who turned me away and the one who did not speak for me. I remember.

But I have been here so long. How long has it been? They could be dead for all I know…

What’s that? A light. A sound.

I can hear…screaming? There’s a red light. I can hear the wind, it’s been so long since we’ve flown.

Ah. What is this…pain!

It hurts!

My heart!

It hurts!

Make it stop.

Make it stop!

.

.

.

I’m so cold. The warmth is gone. Where? What happened?

Smaug? Smaug!

Can you hear me?

There’s no response. No heat.

I can’t feel anything.

.

.

.

“It is time to wake up.”

I know that voice.

There’s a light. The world around me shifts. The light rushes over me.

I can feel the unforgiving stone beneath my skin. My vision has gone red. Wait, it’s flickering…is there light?

I can feel.

I open my eyes.

Ahh. That hurts. My hands fly up to shield my face.

Wait?

Hands!

I bring them down slowly. There is a face hovering just above mine. I recognise them.

Mithrandir?

Oh no what is he doing here?

Actually, where am I? Where is Smaug?

“Mithrandir?”

My throat hurts. Did I just speak?

“Mithrandir? Where am I?”

That doesn’t sound like my voice. It’s so dusty and creaky; like an old oak tree on the point of death, held up only by the resilience of its stubborn roots.

“Glad to see you awake.”

I look up at Mithrandir in confusion. The distant sounds of voices reach us. Something thick and heavy is placed around my shoulders. Hands pull on my arms and I sit up. The world is dark and misty. Wait…no, I’m inside. All around the walls are stone and dust swirls in the air. Dark, except for the golden glow spilling from an archway and all around us. A dwarf stands besides Mithrandir. He had an honest and open face. Innocent. I like the look of him. He is nervously looking anywhere but me; whilst, holding a bundle of blankets and a water skin.

“Gandalf! Thorin’s awake. Wait…who is that?”

Another small hairless dwarf? No, a halfling, runs into the room. They know Mithrandir as Gandalf; is that his name in common tongue? The halfling looks at me before immediately covering his eyes. Is there something wrong?

I look down. My clothes are in terrible condition. Barely hanging on. I would be completely indecent if not for this cloak/blanket/carpet thing the honest dwarf had placed on me.

I struggle of the stone bench I was on. Drawing the blanket, I’m going to call it a blanket, around me. Looking down, there was a thick layer of dust on the bench. Clearly marking my own outline. I appeared clean enough, so how come there was that much dust. My staff was stood in a crevice beside me. I pulled it out and leant on it.

Mithrandir, or Gandalf as he seems to be known here, asked me to follow him.

“I promise, all will be explained.”

Deciding to trust him, I followed. I had to walk slowly. My body felt loose. Like when you sit in a strange position and you lose all feeling in your legs. Like that but all over. Then came the tingling. And then came the prickly pain, racing up and down my skin with abandon. The innocent looking dwarf had left.

We walked, for what felt like ages. Dark stone and blinding gold. I pad carefully, scales raising on my feet to protect against the sharp edges of gemstones and coins digging into my soles. From time to time we would see a single dwarf roaming the halls. Then two. Then three. It got busier and busier the more gold we passed. A cacophony of sounds began to swell; many voices running together, the clacking of stone on stone, the creak of worn timber.

As we walked, more feeling returned to me. Eventually, all feeling in my body had been restored. Except for the smallest tugging in my chest. Faint and unsteady. Barely there. Like the fluttering heart of a new-born chick, or a man’s last dying breath. ‘Smaug?’ There was no answer. For now, I can do nothing about it, but see where Gandalf leads me.

We soon passed out of the halls of gold. A soft breeze caressing my cheek. The smell of blood and rotting flesh conflicting with the sweet scent of pine leaves carried on the breeze. We must be nearing the outside. But what is that smell. Has there been a battle?

More and more Dwarrow were here now, many humans and a few elves too. Was that one veering the mark of Greenwood? It was lighter too, sunbeams reflecting of gemstones embedded high in the walls. Gandalf darted into an alcove, a side corridor flanked by two dwarvish guards presenting itself to us. I recognised one of them.

“Gandalf. Bilbo. He’s doing better.”

The dwarves’ voice was just as I remembered. I attempted a smile as we passed. Dwalin’s eyes widened upon recognition, hand tightening on his weapon, but he said nothing. Following the wizard, we followed the snaking corridor downwards again. It opened into various rooms, makeshift cots lining the walls and healers walking between them. Some of these healers were armed, daggers hanging openly from their belts.

We passed through, ever journeying. Until finally we reached a set of doors. An elf was arguing with dwarf outside it about’ the proper treatments’. However, upon noticing us they hurriedly stepped out the way, allowing Gandalf and the halfling to push open the doors.

Inside was a tented dome. Curtains separated three cots from each other, only three of the twelve around the room were filled, upon which lay three dwarves. Two of them were unknown to me, but the last one. I remembered him. The dark-haired princeling who couldn’t stand up to his own family. Am I bitter…maybe. I wasn’t back then, but spending an age suspended in darkness does that to you.

Gandalf turned to an elven healer. “Could we prepare a cot for her…” I didn’t hear the rest as I wandered over to the prince’s bedside. He looked terrible, one foot and his ribs were covered in bandages. Bruises and cuts littered his skin. The ugly edge of a line of stitches poked out from the bandages around his chest. And he looked older. Streaks of grey in his hair and stress lines creeping over his face.

Okay, I’ll admit, he looks worse than me. For now, he didn’t seem conscious. I debated whether he would wake up if I pulled his hair into a different arrangement. That stray lock was bothering me. And just who are the other two. This appears to be a royal wing, so they must be important. Looking over the bed, Gandalf was laying a hand on the blond-haired dwarf in one of the other beds and muttering under his breath.

A healer walked up to me. “Follow me please, your bed is here.” I looked at her with a frown.

“Wait, Gandalf?”

“Yes, my dear.” He turned to look at me in that patronising way old people do. Smiling as I was marched to a bed and sat down. My staff propped up besides the pillow.

“Why do I need to see a healer?” Admittedly, asking the question was a fruitless endeavour since the healer had already begun to check my bones for breaks. He chuckled.

“You have been asleep for 60 years my dear. They’re just checking to make sure you’re alright.”

My mouth fell open at that. How long?! “What!? How?”

“It appears your dragon placed a sleeping spell on you.”

“Why.”

“I daresay. You will be able to acquire those answers from Thorin Oakenshield when he wakes.”

“Now Gandalf…wait!”

But he was already gone. The halfling received a diagnosis from one of the healers and then left as well. The Dwarrowdam had finished checking me over and asked me to rest, absentmindedly redoing a stray braid in her beard as the Elleth came over with some Athalas.

Placing it in a bowl and lighting it, soon the sweet, calming fragrance began to fill the infirmary. The two unknown dwarves softly stirred in their sleep before sighing and growing still. I looked to the prince’s bed. He grumbled and opened his eyes. The Dwarrow healer assured him as to his injuries healing and then left to fetch some food. He glanced around, huffing fondly at the sight of the other two heavily bandaged dwarves before looking my way.

He stiffened. Eyes blown wide in shock. I sat on my cot and watched him. Neither breaking eye contact until he whispered. “Are you real or some imaginary shade?” His voice was course but strong. I leaned forward.

“I wake up in Erebor, to find it in ruins and the prince crowned King, confused beyond belief, injuries gone, my dragon nowhere to be found, and you can’t come up with something a little more imaginative then to ask me if I’m real. Of course I’m real. I’m not dead.”

Thorin gaped at my sarcastic hiss. He searched for his words, biting his lips nervously before his face hardens. “If you are alive...then why did your dragon attack us?”

“Uh…” I didn’t have an answer for that. “That’s actually news to me.”

Thorin looked sceptical. “News…to you. I am not a fool Drake-ascen (taken from fire-drake (dragon) and the Latin ascensor for rider/charioteer), so do not take me for one.”

I bristled, skin prickling. “I speak the truth. I do not know what has happened to your home or Smaug.”

A hot burning grew in my eyes and I could feel the tears welling. Upon noticing this he seemed to soften slightly. “Smaug attacked the mountain and drew my people out. We wandered for years in poverty. Then when we reclaimed the mountain an army of orcs arrived, but we killed them. And that brings us up to now.”

I could almost feel the pain in those memories. Remembering the ruins we had come through, it made sense that something as powerful as Smaug had attacked. But there was a heavy feeling in my heart.

“But you have reclaimed the mountain now. After I left Erebor, I remember succumbing to my wounds and then darkness. Which is why I’m asking you, now, what has happened. What happened to my dragon? Where is Smaug? Maybe we can settle things peacefully. You drove him out somehow, so where did he go.”

Thorin looked grim. “He fled to Laketown…where he was shot down with a black arrow by the new king of Dale.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Winded. I couldn’t breathe. ‘Smaug? Smaug! Answer me dammit.’ I glared at Thorin with as much anger as I could muster. Before bursting into tears. I stood up, grabbed my staff and marched over to his bedside. He looked at me blankly.

“How can you just…he can’t be dead. Why would you kill him!”  I raised my staff, fire collecting on the end of it. He glanced at the flames fearfully. The healer left in the room with us screamed and ran to get the guard.

“He attacked us after you left.” My mind was so jumbled. I was trying to make sense of it all before really looking at the fire on my staff. Wait, I reached out to the flames, they were cold. These shouldn’t be cold, they are connected too... No…it can’t be. I collapsed to my knees. Tears falling so fast I couldn’t see anything but the blurred outline of the one who told me MY dragon was DEAD.

Please no.

I felt a hand gently grip my shoulder. I wiped my tears and looked up into the dwarf’s eyes. A streak of blue sadness fell from his gaze. “I am truly sorry we didn’t help you back then. But I can promise you this.” I moved his hand from my shoulder, but he gripped my hand in his and rolled over on creaking ribs to confront me, “I will do everything in my power to make sure you are cared for this time. Anything you need, just ask.”

I drew myself up, tapping my staff on the ground to send a shower of sparks racing across the floor and walls; a thunder of scarlet flew around us. Thorin pushed himself to sit up, with equal parts fear and awe in his eyes. The doors flew open and Dwalin, both healers, some other Dwarrow, and an Elf I have only ever seen an old portrait of, run inside, freezing upon seeing the flowing light surrounding the room.

“Thorin Oakenshield, if you truly mean to repay me for my loss, I will do more than ask…I command you, do what you have promised, and…permit me to aid in repairing the damages Smaug has wrought.”

I offered my hand. An odd respect flowed behind his eyes as he took it. The light swirled faster before retreating into my staff. I sat down on my own cot and looked to our stricken audience. The elf King Thranduil regarded me curiously, while the Dwarrow looked to their King for instruction. His hands flickered and they all relaxed leaving the room.

“That was quite a performance Drake-ascen.” He looked about to say something but the elleth seemed to have recovered her wits and so both healers turned on him. Bustling the elven king out of the room and rushing to check on the two who had remained oblivious to the whole event.

“My nephews.” I looked to Thorin curiously and smiled. “I can’t wait to meet them properly.” Feeling tired, I lay down. Why am I tired if I’ve been asleep for so long? Closing my eyes, I focused on the tiny tug in my chest.

‘Come on Smaug…where are you?’

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Silver Heart - Part 1

Summary:  When Dean and Sam are enter an abandoned house to clean out a vampire den, they find a girl with no memory and only a silver heart necklace to tie her to her past.  Against Dean's better judgment, Sam agrees to help her figure out what happened to her and what she needs in order to move on.

Word Count: 831

A/N:  This was a idea offered by @sdavid09 for a Plot Bunny Challenge.  I am going to make this a three part series and this is the first chapter.  Thank you for a wonderful idea and I hope you all enjoy reading it.

“Sam! Look out!”  A voice cried out behind him and Sam spun around just in time to take the head of a vampire moments before she took his.  Sam jumps a bit at the sound of the silver necklace she wore as it lands across the room, her head resting at his feet.  He huffs and looks around suspiciously, ready for his next kill, the bloody blade resting comfortably in his fist.

“Who said that?  Where are you?”  He demanded, but only empty silence answers him.

“Who are you talking to?”  Dean asked, stepping into the room, wearing the results of a fight of his own down the hall. 

“I don’t know.  I heard a voice.”  Sam started to answer, but stopped when Dean smirked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“You sure you didn’t whack your head in that fight, little brother?”  Dean teased and Sam glared at him.

“I’m not crazy!”  He insisted, his words lost as Dean threw up his hands and took a step away, chuckling silently.  Sam rolled his eyes and turned away from his brother, hoping to avoid an argument but stopped as a nearly transparent figure appeared in front of him a few feet away.  “Uh….Dean?”  Sam said, his eyes frozen on the apparition.

Dean aggressively grabbed for the iron fireplace poker next to the door as soon as he saw the ghost standing only a few feet away from Sam.  He reared back, ignoring Sam’s shouts for him to stop.  He pushed past his little brother, but the figure flickered and then disappeared right before his eyes.

“Show yourself!”  Dean commanded, ready to wield the poker like a baseball bat.

“Dean!”  Sam yelled, trying again to get his attention.

“What?”  Dean snapped.

“Please, just wait a minute.  She’s not here to hurt us.  She just saved me from that vamp.”  Sam pleaded, gesturing to the body lying on the floor.  Dean rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Fine.”

Sam sighed with relief as he watched his brother storm out of the room, knowing that Dean wouldn’t go too far just in case he was right and this blew up in Sam’s face.

“You can come out.  We aren’t going to hurt you.”  Sam promised, his tone soft.  “Please…”  He added when a few moments passed.

Sam waited patiently until the figure of a young girl appeared once again, this time keeping a significant distance between herself and Sam.  “I’m not going to try and hurt you either.”  She said, delicately.

“I believe that.”  Sam said.  “What’s your name?”

“I don’t remember.”  She answered, looking away.  Sam could hear the disappointment in her voice and his heart broke a little at the sadness he felt fill the room. 

Sam guessed her to be in her early twenties with dark hair, but nothing about her physically gave away how long ago she might have died.  “Do you remember how you…..”  Sam started, but stopped when it occurred to him that she might not even realize she was dead.

“How I died?”  She finished and Sam smiled, nodding.  “I don’t.” 

“Did you die in this house?”  Sam asked, trying to help jog her memory.  She shook her head confidently.

“No, I remember coming here with them.”  She answered, venom in her voice at the reference to the vampire den. 

“The vampires?”  Sam asked and she nodded.  “Why would you be connected to them?” He muttered aloud.

“I didn’t want to, but the last one you killed stole something from me and I couldn’t let it go.”  She answered.  Sam thought for an instant before the image of a silver necklace flying across the room flashed into his mind.  He stood and walked over to the far wall and moving a dresser to be able to reach the chain behind it.

He lifted up the necklace, a silver engraved heart locket swinging in the air.  Before he could react, the ghostly figure stood by his side, tears glistening in her eyes as she focused on the jewelry dangling from his fingers.

“This is what is holding you here.”  He stated and the spirit bowed her head.  He looked for something that he could use to identify the owner but the clamp was frozen shut and the writing on the back was illegible in the dim light from the window.

“I feel like the reason is right on the tip of my mind, but I can’t reach it.  All I know is I feel drawn to that necklace and no matter what I try to do, I can’t be farther than a few feet from it.”  She explained.

“I have an idea.  What if I took it so you could come with us?  I want to help you figure all of this out.”  Sam offered.

“What about your brother?”  She asked, nervously.  Sam glanced over his shoulder to see Dean leaning stiffly against the door frame watching the entire exchange.

“He’ll adjust.”  Sam answered, more to Dean than the ghost.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Hamfast Gamgee, Original Hobbit Character(s), Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Otho Sackville-Baggins Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Gardens & Gardening, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Bag End, Hobbits, Hobbit Culture & Customs, Hobbit Courting, Between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, Post-Hobbit, Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Slow Build Summary:

Hamfast Gamgee, loyal gardener of one Bilbo Baggins, does what he can to keep Lobelia Sackville-Baggins out of Bag End while Bilbo is off on his adventure. -WIP-

This is an adopted plot bunny from  @sdavid09 ’s Plot Bunny Adoption Challenge. Plot Bunny #46: Bilbo returns to the Shire to stay (everyone lives) to find a woman living in his house, claiming to be his wife. Turns out, after rumors that Lobelia spread that he was dead and should claim his home, Hamfast, his best friend and gardener, worked to put a plan in place. They forged documents and lied about their secret marriage to save Bilbo’s things from Lobelia. But now that he is back…what do they do?

@sdavid09 Here’s the first chapter. <3 I’m sure you had intended this to focus on the “what happens now that he is back”, but I could not resist writing the what happened while he was on his adventure part of it. Naturally that means Bilbo isn’t in the first chapter (or even in the first few...). ^_^;;

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Shards of a forgotten past *Part 8*

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Walking to the table Thennith noticed all the company seem to be in good spirits as Beorn handed out the cooked breakfast, as she leaned on the pillar she noticed how Bilbo and couldn’t keep his eyes off the crafts around Beorn wrists. 

“So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me, why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?” Beorn asked as he poured Thorin his drink.

“You know of Azog? How?” Thorin asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“My people were the first to live in the mountains before the Orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved. Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skin-changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him” Beorn said as he played with the handcuffs around his wrists as Thennith looked around the room and saw everyone lower their eyes. 

“There are others like you?” Bilbo asked making everyone turn to Beron, who seemed not wanting to answer. 

“Once there were many” Beorn said before walking back to the stove, taking the kettle off for Gandalf’s tea.

“And now?” Bilbo asked.

“Now there’s only one. You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn” Beorn said hoping to change the subject, Thennith knew the loss of his family hurt him more than anything in the world, and how he could still show kindness to strangers was something she never knew how he did.  

“Before Durin’s Day falls, yes” Gandalf muttered as all the dwarves nodded along.

“You are running out of time” Beorn said as he turned and looked out of the window towards the changing trees.

“Which is why we must go through Mirkwood” Gandalf admitted to the company who all groned.

“A darkness lies upon that forest, fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria and The Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there, except in great need” Beorn said to the wizard and turned to Thennith with a worried look.

“We will take the Elven Road, their path is still safe” Gandalf spoke while puffing his chest in pride about knowing all the secret and safe ways in Middle Earth.

“Safe? The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not” Beorn muttered. 

Staring at her old friend Thennith felt a bit of pain in her heart, did he really think that about her? About her kin? Pushing herself off the pillar she wet her lips “Are you going to help us or not?” She snapped, as everyone turned to her in shock at her outburst. 

“I will lend you ponies to get you to the Elven gate but you must return them to me” Beorn said to the company and slightly bowed his head to Thennith who bowed her head as a silent thank you.

….

“The Elven Gate” Gandalf said to the company as they all climbed down and off the ponies that Beorn had leant to them, remaining on his horse Gandalf wet his lips “I have another mission that needs my attention, but you have Thennith here, she can guide you through the forest, I’ll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor, Thorin keep the key and map safe, and do not enter that mountain without me” Gandalf ordered before he turned his horse and rode off in the other direction.

“Stay close to me, there is a sickness upon the forest and it will slowly sink into your minds, I must warn you to stay on the path, if any of you leave it, you will never find it again” Thennith spoke as she pulled the rope out of her bag handing it to Bilbo who was clinging to her side like a lost child, “Take the rope and bind yourselves together” Thennith ordered as she turned to look at her home again before stepping passed the elven gate and feeling the sickness around her home, turning to look at the company she saw they all looked anxious and she couldn’t blame them, this didn’t feel like her home, but she knew she had to get them through it and fast before the patrol and her brother learned of them being here.  

….

Hours had passed and Thennith noticed that the sickness was still taken a hold of everyone in the company, she needed to get them out of here as soon as she could, the only problem was the bridge across the water, it had been smashed apart, she could easily jump it due to being an elf, but dwarfs and a hobbit she wasn’t sure, turning around she blinked a few times the company wasn’t behind her, until she heard Kili shout about sending Bilbo first, turning to her left she saw them trying to climb over the river on the vines, shaking her head she walked down away from the bridge before turning and running leaping over it and getting to the other side as Bilbo jumped off the vine and landing by her feet “Go and stand near the bridge and stay there!” Thennith order every single one of them as the got off the vines.

“Stay here, I need to check something” Thennith said as she walked away from the bridge she felt something was approaching friend or foe she didn’t know yet but something wasn’t right, calling to Bilbo she watched as the Hobbit ran up to her “Climb that tree while I climb the other one we need to look ahead” Thennith said as she watched Bilbo run over to the tree she pointed at and started to climb it while she did the same to the other tree.

“We’re lost” Balin muttered. 

“Air…I need air” Bofur complained.

“My head, it’s spinning! What’s happening?” Oin mumbled.

“What hour is it?” Thorin asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t even know what day it is” Dwalin answered.

“Is there no end to this accursed forest!” Thorin shouted and Thennith shook her head as she climbed the tree higher and higher. 

Breaking out into the canopy Thennith looked around and saw Bilbo head popping out on the other tree she watched carefully as he took in a deep breath and she saw the sickness slowly leave him, as Bilbo got excited by seeing the Lonely Mountain, shouting down to the group Bilbo looked down and disappeared before coming back and looking at Thennith “They can’t hear me” Bilbo shouted over to her making her look down and not seeing them. 

“Climb down, and we will find them” Thennith shouted back as they both started to descend the tree, but only Thennith made it back down to the bridge, looking up for Bilbo Thennith saw the webs and she knew this meant trouble, pulling her weapons out of her bag she ran off the path and towards the screams of the giant spiders that had the company captive.

Part 9 

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Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

Hey everyone! This is the Master Post for the Tale Teller’s 2019 Plot Bunny Adoption Challenge! So many amazing authors and so many amazing stories! I had so much fun hosting this challenge and enjoyed reading every single story! I hope you do as well!

Each author below adopted a specific plot bunny and made it their own! I didn’t post what the plot bunny was, because who likes spoilers?! You will just have to dive in and take a look to see what amazing stories we have! Enjoy! 

To the Writers:

Thank you so much for participating in this challenge! I hope you had fun and I hope to see you when my next challenge sign-ups start (mid-March/early-April). You are all so talented and I loved each story written! Keep up the AMAZING WORK! 

Supernatural:

Feelings (Plot Bunny #1) by @valkyriemax24

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Ghost Rider (Plot Bunny #3) by @squirrelnotsam

Silver Heart (Plot Bunny #4) @a-winchester-fairytale​

Baby Winchester (Plot Bunny #9) by @coallivesmatter

Didn’t See That Coming (Plot Bunny #10) by @anatheweirdo

Harry Potter:

His (Plot Bunny #11) by @specialagentlokitty

Hobbit:

Dwalin One Night Stand by @thorinanddwalinsdwarrowdam

In Wiskey, Wisdom (Plot Bunny #17) by @joyfullynervouscreator

Imagine (Plot Bunny #22) by @clarencejc 

Head Over Heels (Plot Bunny #24) by @c-s-stars

Chapter 1

Protection (Plot Bunny #26) by @life-is-righteous

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Shards of a Forgotten Past (Plot Bunny #30) by @theincaprincess

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Soul of the Arkenstone (Plot Bunny #33) by @deepestfirefun

Love and War (Plot Bunny #34) by @leah-halliwell92

Chapter 1

Plot Bunny #36 by @dragongirl642

Plot Bunny #37 by @scarsfanfictiontrash

A Dragon’s Heart (Plot Bunny #38) by @deepestfirefun

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Heart of the Mountain (Plot Bunny #39) by @foxrun-fluffery

Plot Bunny #41 by @slowlyyoungangel

Undying Love (Plot Bunny #42) by @decadentenemyturtle

Enchantress (Plot Bunny #44) by @deepestfirefun

An Unexpected Return (Plot Bunny #46) by @fountainsofsilver

Chapter 1 

Holding My Last Breath (Plot Bunny #54) by @deepestfirefun

The Greatest Distance (Plot Bunny #59) by @foxrun-fluffery

[clarencejc]

Imagine being approached to join a relationship with Thorin. . .and Dwalin

Plot Bunny Challenge: Plot 22

Warnings: None | Word Count: 3505

Pairings: Dwalin x Thorin x Reader

Plot Bunny 22: Imagine being approached to join in a relationship with Thorin…and Dwalin.

          You had been in Erebor for some time now, the entire city bustling with builders and with the caravans of dwarves that never stopped arriving. You decided to continue on with selling your baked goods that you had sold previously in the Blue Mountains except for the only difference this time is the king. He comes to your stand every few days and when he does he gives you a look like he would rather devour you than the pastries. It makes your heart pound and a vicious blush rise to your cheeks when he gives you a knowing half smirk. What’s more, you’ve noticed that when you look away from King Thorin’s intimidating gaze you end up meeting another’s. Dwalin, the king’s guard, always has his eyes locked on you when his king approaches the stall. At first, you thought it was because he must be watching for a threat but then you noticed the way he was gazing at you instead of watching his king. He gazes at every inch of you visible, working his way up and down your body and then finally stopping at your eyes. Today is no different as the king and his guard come up to the stand. ‘The both of them?’ you think in surprise.

          “Good mornin’ lass,” Dwalin speaks first, his voice low and rumbly. He’s far more intimidating up close with all of this scars and tattoos highly visible and with a fearsome sword hanging at his side, and all of that combined makes your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy. You steady yourself by wiping your clammy palms on your apron.

          “Good morning Mister Dwalin, King Thorin,” you squeak. You give a small curtsy to the pair of them quickly and try to calm your heart rate before asking, “The regular then?” You turn prematurely to bustle towards the muffins but a hot hand on your shoulder makes your heart skip a beat. You turn to see Thorin with a smirk on his face.

          “Is everything alright miss Y/N? You seem awfully flustered today,” he asks; the smirk still very present on his face and his pupils blown wide. “And very flushed as well,” he brushes his rough fingers against your lightly bearded cheek. Your head becomes fuzzy as you realize what an intimate gesture he’s done. ‘No one has ever touched my beard before’ you think with a little shutter. 

           A blush rises on your cheeks as you look back at his large hand on your shoulder and you give another shudder at its warmth. ‘Everything is perfectly fine with your hands on me’ you want to say but your mother would have your tongue for your impropriety so you simply nod your head in silence.

          Dwalin chuckles lowly giving you goosebumps. “You got nothin’ to be nervous about with us,” he assures you but his words do little to calm your racing heart. “We got more reason to be nervous around a pretty lass like yourself,” he adds with a wink and another good-natured chuckle. 

           A smile crawls on your face and with words of doubt hanging on your tongue about to be poured from your lips, you look into his eyes but don’t see any hint of a joke. He reads of complete sincerity and the amount of adoration, ‘and is that doubt?’, play in his eyes.

          “Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say,” you mutter shyly and turn to grab their muffins. You hand the sweets to them and put their coins into a drawer of your stand.

          “It is the truth,” Thorin tells you with a small smile of his own. The air is thick with tension as they look at you and you observe both of them. Your hands become clammy again and you feel the need to pace, but you hold their gaze and stare into those deep blues of your king’s and the deep brown of his guard’s. Their thick locks braided complexly and clasped with beautiful beads, their fine clothes, their searching eyes that takes your breath away, their lips. . .’NO!’ you shout at yourself suddenly. 

          “H-h-have a good day both of you,” you suddenly bid them with a nervous little laugh. This is the most they’ve ever talked to you before and this was more than enough excitement for one day. 

            The two dwarves seem to take the hint as they leave you with a nod of their heads, letting you finally breathe out heavily and lean against the post of the stand in relief. ‘Is this what it’s really like to be noticed?’ you wonder as you place a hand on your chest to feel the erratic beat of your heart and let out a shaky laugh to yourself. ‘He noticed me. The king noticed me.’ You mind races as you close up the stand for the day. ‘They- he- doesn’t like me’ you think shaking your head. ‘I’m no one’ you tell yourself and finish packing the pastries with ease.

        The next day Dwalin comes just as you’re closing the stand, packaging up the unwanted pastries, and collecting all of the money from the day. “Hello Mister Dwalin,” you tell him and start to curtsy, out of habit, but stop when he holds his hand up.

        “Please don’t curtsey to me, my lady,” he chuckles to you with a wink but you shake your head in disagreement.

        “Please call me Y/N,” you say back to him. Dwalin smiles at that and your heart jumps.

        “That is a beautiful name lass. I’ll only honor that if you call me Dwalin. None of that formal stuff with me,” he drawls. “Which one of those is your favorite?” he motions to the leftover pastries. You look at the leftovers and bite your lip in thought, trying not to blush.

         “Well we already sold out of them but I enjoy the berry scones when we make them. They’re going to go out of season soon with the fall coming and all,” you trail off as you look at his face. He’s looking at you so intensely with all of his attention and it this time it does make you blush.

       “Well make sure that you take some for yourself before the season is up. With the work you do, it looks like you deserve it,” he winks again. He gives you a coin for a nut filled cookie so you add that to your small purse. “I hope I’ll see you again Y/N. I do enjoy my time talking with you if only I weren’t so busy. . .” he trails off looking around for a moment. Your heart jumps at the thought of him spending more time with you.

         “Thank you,” you say and he looks shocked for a moment. “I mean thank you for being so kind. I enjoy speaking with you as well,” you amend. His eyes soften and a gentle grin appears on his face at your compliment.

         “I’ll see you at another time then. Y/N,” he nods his head and gives you one last grin before heading off to do whatever the guards do, leaving you with a belly full of butterflies and thinking of the next time you’ll see him.

          The next day there is no sign of your favorite guard but are pleasantly surprised with a visit by your king. You’re packaging up an order for later and as you turn to get more parchment to wrap it, there he is making you jump in shock.

          “King Thorin you scared me,” you chuckle holding a hand over your chest. He looks at it for a moment before chuckling with you lightly. It reminds you of the way thunder sounds rolling over the hills.

          “Please call me Thorin instead,” he insists and you gape at his request. ‘Calling a king by his first name?’ you wonder silently. ‘Mother would scold me for sure.’

          “I-I-I couldn’t,” you start to stammer but he holds his hand up for a moment and shakes his head.

        “You can,” he tosses back and you can’t help but laugh at his little joke. “Please, I insist.” You open your mouth only to have no sound come out and as you close it you think to yourself of the strangeness of the situation. You hardly notice the smile that creeps onto your face and a light blush as you nod yes.

        “Alright then, Thorin,” you test out and he gives you another warm smile. “Um. . . what can I get for you?” you ask him, realizing that you haven’t even gotten an order from him yet.

        “What would you recommend for me?” Your heart thumps heavily in your chest as you try to think of something unique enough for him to be surprised by but not unwilling to try. You mull it over, looking at your selection of pastries and know exactly what you should offer.

         “I would recommend the honey sweet rolls with blueberries,” you offer and watch his face for a reaction. He does make a little face, his brow pinching together and his eyes squinting a little, and you think that it may have been a little too over adventurous for what plain pastries he usually gets.

         “I would love to try them,” he tells you after a moment and you sigh in relief. You package up two of them and put his coins into the small counter, but when you look up he’s gazing at you again. Blue eyes clash with your own and you could dive right into his. Your eyes take a moment to flit around his face, across his strong hairline, his sharp nose, and lands on his lips with a longing that takes you by surprise. You clear your throat to snap yourself out of your latest reverie and turn back around to finish the last fold of your package and when you turn to Thorin you could swear he was a second ago smirking.

        “I hope you enjoy them,” you try to say but your voice comes out lower and rougher than you’d like. ‘All of this attention is certainly not good for my health at this rate’ you berate yourself.

        “I’m certain I will. Thank you again for these Y/N.” You shudder at the way he says your name and you hope it passes his attention. “I appreciate the time that you give me, or well more accurately us. Dwalin and I,” he clarifies and you give him a smile.

        “Well it’s not really work when I see either one of you at the stand so I don’t mind,” you laugh a little and he nods his head. Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said but Thorin doesn’t seem phased by it. If anything he seems happy about it.

         “I have to be going but I hope to stop by again and save you from this work,” he jokes and you nod your head in agreement. As he leaves, you turn away from the passing people and slap your hand to your chest as your thoughts run wild. ‘I have to calm down about this. He likes my pastries and I’m nice to him. That’s all’ you try to tell yourself and keep your hands, and mind, busy by going back to work.

          Over the next two weeks their visits grow more infrequent and you start to worry a little until you get a summons from a messenger to see the king. ‘What?’ you panic. ‘What did I do?’ You try to wrack your brain but can’t come up with anything that you could have done to be rewarded, or punished with, a summons to see the king.

          “Right this way miss,” the messenger directs you and you don’t quite understand where you are. You vaguely know the direction of the throne room but this is different. There are tapestries streaming down the ceiling and the rugs are ornate with fine fabrics, and you realize with a start where you are: the royal wing. “Through this door please,” he directs you and all you feel is panic eating away at your stomach.

          “But what is-,” you start as you walk into the room finding the fire to be well stoked, the bed pristine, and the king waiting for you. You’re still wearing your clothes from the bakery, covered in flour, crumbs, flecks of fruit filling, and patches of cinnamon. Your mouth runs dry at the sight of him sitting on one of the fancy couches wearing a simple tunic and trousers, most likely waiting for you. Your eyes drink in the sight of him before the sense of uneasiness tugs at you again. “What is this King Thorin?” you whisper. His lips lift in a small smile before his face smooths over again like he’s trying to contain himself.

          “What happened to ‘call me Thorin’?” he chuckles but then pauses after taking in your nervous demeanor. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable miss Y/N. I was hoping that we could talk for a little while somewhere quieter than the market. I have scones if you’d like some,” he adds. “I mean they are your scones. Dwalin informed me that you enjoy the berry ones so I got them for you,” Thorin says quietly, maybe a little nervously. “Of course if you want them,” he adds quickly.

          “Is Dwalin here?” you ask him just as quietly, afraid that the tension of the quiet room will break if you talk too loudly.

          “He’ll be here soon,” he comforts you, knowing you must be nervous to be with him in the royal wing. “Please sit,” he offers, gesturing to one of the fine chairs. You tentatively sit on the couch as he offers you one of your scones. You smile as you feel how warm it is in your hands, realizing that he must have heated it for you.

          “What am I doing here? I don’t wish to be rude but I-,” you stop midsentence as the door starts to open revealing a sheepish looking Dwalin still wearing his guard clothes. He places his sword near the door, unclasping his weapons belt for the comfort of the conversation.

          “I apologize for being late Y/N, Thorin,” he nods his head to you with a smile. You smile in return, feeling those butterflies start to come alive in your belly at the sight of him. You forget about the scone as you focus on the two men.

          Thorin nods his head as well. “It’s quite alright friend,” he speaks up with a smile on his face. His smile causes you to smile as the joy is nearly infectious.

          You shake your head but this time in annoyance at their refusal to answer your questions. “Tell me why I’m here right now or I-I-I’ll leave.” Well, that worked. They snap their heads towards you so quickly you nearly regret the drastic choice. After all, it’s obvious that they’ve tried to make you comfortable here with them.

          Thorin speaks up first. “Please don’t.” His facial expression tells you that you must have hit a nerve because it’s slightly crumpled in concern, his mouth parted and the corners turned down. “Please,” he whispers. ‘He says please so freely. I’ve never heard him say it anywhere else’ you realize with a start.

          “Lass, we wanted you here because,” Dwalin sighs heavily and pauses for a moment, “because we enjoy spending time with you and we want to know you better.” Now it’s your turn to have your mouth hang open like a fool. ‘Oh’ you think in shock. ‘That’s a surprise.’

          “Oh,” you say dumbly. “You do?” you ask again and they nod their heads in tandem. The crackling of the fire fills the room along with the silence that weaves between the gaps. You can tell they’re both nervous, but so are you with their attention focused solely on you.

          “Aye, we do. We-,” Dwalin breaks off as he looks back at his friend for help and then turns back to you with a confused face. “I’m not that good with words lass but you’re the finest, most charming woman I’ve seen in a long while and I-,” he breaks again and this time looks down at his feet for a moment, wringing his hands. The gesture and the silence raises you to your feet to sit next to him and carefully grasp his large hands in your own smaller ones. The tanned, inked skin of his hands are quite the contrast against your own and he looks up from his shyness to look into your eyes. “I think that you’re quite the lass,” he tells you quietly as if it were a long kept secret.

          “I feel the same way about you Y/N,” Thorin voices from the side and your eyes widen. Your breathing picks up and you’d guess that’s it’s like second-hand nerves from the two warriors. ‘I thought warriors were never scared’ you wonder but guess there must be a first for everything.

          “But I-I-I can’t choose-,” you start to say, looking between the two frantically, but Dwalin squeezes your hands lightly in his.

          “What we’re doing a right poor job of sayin’ is that we don’t want you to,” he says to you tenderly.

          “We wouldn’t want you to,” Thorin adds in. You turn to look at him and his eyes are just as sincere. “We are doing a poor job of this,” he mutters and looks down for a moment before taking a deep breath. “We want to court you. The both of us. If you’ll have us of course.” Your mind is blank. The white noise piles over everything else as his words sink in even further until another squeeze to your hands brings you back to reality. “I understand if you’re overwhelmed by this-,” Thorin starts but you shake your head.

          “No,” you say to his question but watch as his face falls instantly at what must be the miscommunication of your answer. “Well yes!” you amend quickly, “I am a little overwhelmed but I. . . I like it. I like the idea. Yes,” you answer, biting your lower lip between your teeth as you blush and smile all at the same time. It’s a whirlwind of emotions that swallows you up as you watch both of their faces light up like this is their first time courting someone. 

         Both men smile hugely at your answer and Dwalin is the first to pull you into a large, warm hug before placing his forehead gently against yours. As soon as you’re released from his grasp Thorin sweeps you up and presses his forehead to yours as well and places his hand on the back of your neck.

          “I was worried for a moment there but you’ve simply made my day brighter than the sun,” Dwalin says through a smile and you smile back only to yawn hugely. You open your mouth to apologize when Thorin dismisses it completely. 

         “We’ve kept you too long then,” he assumes and you try to protest but he chuckles at you getting worked up. “We don’t have to rush this. We have so much time to get to know one another better.” He looks at you with understanding and you nod your head.

          “What do you think others will say though? It will be different,” you worry but Dwalin cups your cheek carefully, running his thumb across your cheekbone and looking into your eyes.

          “Don’t you worry about what anyone else thinks of us. This is between the three of us,” he murmurs. His brown eyes are soft as they look into yours.

          “They would only be jealous anyways,” Thorin adds behind you, kissing the crown of your head for a moment while Dwalin holds you close. You yawn again and they crack toothy grins at your state.

          “Yeah, it’s been a tiring day,” you tell them and you receive a warm and heavy hand on your back as another one finds its way back to your own.

          “Why don’t you go back home and sleep. We can see you in the morning,” Dwalin chuckles. You turn your head to mock glare at him as if he had said something scandalous.

          “It’s like you both think you’ll know right where to find me, hm?” you joke and both of them release small laughs. The sound and attention makes your heart soar even higher than before making you relax into them.

          “I don’t think that we could ever stay away,” Thorin says quietly. He places the back of your hand against his lips and gives it a small but tender kiss before pulling you off of the couch. You say your goodbyes and then head out of the large doors back down to your home, all the while thinking of your two dwarves and how truly lucky you must be.

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[leah-halliwell92]

Love and War

Chapter 1:

Summary: Adopted plot bunny from sdavid09: After Battle of the Five Armies (No one dies). It is decided that an arranged marriage will take place between Thorin and a lady fo Dale/Laketown to make for this transgression. The first choice is Sigurd, but when OC/Reader finds out, she offers herself up, even though she is from our world and traveled with the company. To save the young girl from an arranged marriage. Besides Thorin and her are good enough friends right...?

It’s been close to three years since the battle against Azog and his army. Three long years since both mountain and city began their cautiously steady journey of healing and rebuilding. In the beginning, the winter that came after the end of the battle. It had not been easy due to the dead that needed to be sorted through from dwarrow to men to elves, not to mention the orcs and goblins that were littered all throughout the fields.

After sorting the bodies, there came the unanimous decision between the dwarrow of Erebor and the men of Laketown to one by one cremate the bodies so their respective families can hold funerals for them. The choice while not widely popular, was better than working through rock hard winter soil to bury them. And the dwarrow were in no shape to send the Ironhill soldiers back to their homeland unscathed. Dain came to understand the decision after Balin nearly broke a (rather large and heavy) stool on him for being, “The most stubborn Durin to walk Middle Earth.”

Following these events man and dwarrow worked as one to clear away the rubble created by Smaug enough to house all as comfortably as they could to start working on rebuilding. While in the mountain, now Kings Bard and Thorin worked side by side clearing away both rubble and...uh...other things...uh, “Dragon shit Thorin!” Dwalin called out to his long time friend as Thorin dictated to Ori to write down for their records. Men and dwarrow laughed thankful for the moment of normalcy that came with the laugh.

It took a long stretch of the winter time but the furnaces were unearthed and looked over thoroughly before being turned on to the relief of all living within the mountain. Parties would be sent to Dale to not only examine the damage that was done but to catalogue the gold present to keep it apart for the people of Dale to store when rebuilding would be finished. Following this, dwarrow and man in small bursts began to sort through the rubble that lay beneath snow to prepare for the coming rebuild of the once flourishing city.

No actual building was started in Dale due to the after effects of melting snow on soil. However an estimate of the materials that would be needed to build a secure foundation for the first two building structures were set aside, The King’s Halls and Armory. Once winter broke, Bard ordered for home construction to be the main priority. The King’s Hall could wait. The ground though still hard from winter was pounded through and brick by brick the foundation for the first five homes was set.

Winter that first year proved to be as stubborn as any dwarrow present because it just didn’t want to release them from its cold grasp. Not long after that break a wild snow storm caught the mountain and it’s inhabitants by surprise putting a full stop on the building. Their prayers of it being the last of hurrah of the winter came true as the sun came out more and more proving to them that spring had indeed sprung allowing them to continue with the building of homes and apartments. A steady rhythm was set and bit by bit the town’s homes were completed.

As soon as a truly warm spring day greeted the races the people of Laketown, now people of Dale once again, slowly trickled  from the mountain and to their new homes. My name is Noemí Vazquez or Kess as I call myself here and I was one of the few allowed dual citizenship for my aid on the dwarrow’s quest but in helping those in Laketown despite Thorin being in the throws of the goldsickness.

Let me start at the beginning.

I am originally from the 21st century...fan of this world to the nines with favorite characters all through out the books. Imagine my surprise at waking up in Middle Earth after taking a rather nasty spill over the stairs. Someone must have wanted me safe because not long after I woke I was found by the rangers of the Last Homely House.

Forever Tag List: @sdavid09, @fizzyxcustard, @patanghill17, @fandomgalcentral, @imagines-for-multiple-fandoms, @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor, @disneymarina, @thegreyberet, @red608, @evyiione,  @arwenaminmaeleth, @deepestfirefun, @inkededucatednnerdy 

Love and War Tag List: @hails270105

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Head Over Heels

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2KFa3cD

by C_S_Stars

Plot Bunny #24: Using the line from Thor, the Dark World. “Congratulations, you just decapitated your grandfather.” -Set during the reconstruction of Erebor

Tale Tellers Plot Bunny Adoption Challenge 2019. My attempt at sdavid09’s plot bunny that I adopted. May eventually expand into a multi chapter series.

Words: 1710, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Original Female Character(s), OFC, Bofur (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Fili/Kili/Original Female Character, fili/kili/ofc, Fili/Kili/OC

Additional Tags: dwarves are stubborn, and dense as a box of rocks at times, its all fun and games, durin denseness, Tale tellers plot bunny adoption challenge 2019, adoption challenge, Post-Battle of Five Armies, Battle of Five Armies - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fuck Canon

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2KFa3cD

[foxrun-fluffery]

The Greatest Distance

My attempt entry into @sdavid09​‘s wild Plot Bunny Challenge! I adopted Plot Bunny #59!  

What happens when the company of Thorin Oakenshield ends up in our world? How will you cope?

Considering I can’t write first person to save my damn life, I’ve added an OC... who had a lot of inspiration based on a certain someone (and those who realize who can just shut up). 

Without further ado, here we go...

                                         CHAPTER ONE

NEXT CHAPTER

“How is it possible for people and places to change so entirely that they lose any connection with what they used to be? Can a man adapt to new things and new places without losing a part of himself?”

—Abdelrahman Munif

“Oi, Nori, put that down!” Dori barked at his brother, his hands still swatting Ori’s away from the stack of foreign books. He felt doubly frazzled, having to keep an eye on his troublesome brothers, on top of all that had happened.

While that was going on, Bombur had sneaked a peek into a cupboard in the adjacent room, and licked his lips when he spotted a box of brightly colored pastries.

“Uh-uh!” Bofur interjected, reaching past his brother to shut the cupboard door. “Ye were tol’ t’ leave tha’ alone!” He grumbled, shaking his head. “Ye jus’ ate!” And he waved his hand to the emptied boxes of food on the table. “Eh yeah, what was tha’ called again?” His eyes scanned the crowded room for their hostess, but she and their leader still hadn’t returned yet. Whatever it was, he sure wished he could get the recipe for his brother. Bombur was a master at recreating dishes.

Meanwhile Fíli and Kíli were pushing one another about beside the hallway mirror, trying on hats from the top of the coat rack. “Here, here, try this one! Haha!” They laughed over each oddly shaped and strangely colored headwear, modeling them in the mirror.

“No way! It makes my hair stick out weird! You try it!” Fíli pulled the hat his younger brother had crammed onto his head back off and returned the favor, shoving it on top of his brothers darker locks. “Aye, there.”

Oin was seated on the sofa, watching everything going on, only heading half of it. “Bats? Nah, lads no bats in here. Too bright!”

Hearing his brother, Gloin rolled his eyes and went on with his grumbling about their misfortune. “Who doesn’a use gold coin! It’s no’ natural!” Harrumphing again, he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Don’t trust folk who don’t use good coin!”

Bifur was, of course, the quietest of the bunch. He was sitting to the side of all the commotion, curiously inspecting a little toy, a bright red cart-like gizmo, with a ladder on the back. When he pressed a square button on it, the ladder would shoot out, telescoping out from the back of the cart. He could only see half of the mechanism, and was horribly curious about it. Maybe… maybe if he took it apart, he could see how it worked, and he would most definitely have it fixed up right proper before anyone was the wiser. With a light of glee in his eyes, he went off to fetch his tools from his pack.

Dwalin, ever the stoic, stood with a scowl on his face, watching all of their company and the antics they were getting up to. He rolled his eyes at more than a few, and kept a sharp watch on a few others. “Nori,” he growled after Dori had left the middle Ri brother to help the younger, “Put that back.”

Nori slipped a little figurine back onto the shelf beside him and ducked his head with a sheepish grin.

Then there was Bilbo. Poor, sweet, horribly discomfited Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. He had seen this all before, back when he had been the unwitting victim of Dwarvish drop-ins. Of course that was all before, before they had left Middle Earth.

That very thought sent shivers down to his curly haired toes. They had left Middle Earth. He didn’t even know that was possible. He didn’t even know there were other worlds! Sure, some weird fantasy novels claimed such things, but that was fantasy, not reality! It simply wasn’t possible. No. Not at all. But, try as he might, sitting sullenly on the sofa near Oin, with his hands balled into fists on his lap, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, he couldn’t deny where they were. Another world. A futuristic world. Everything was so strange, so surreal. Nothing made sense.

The entire room full jumped when a loud ringing noise sounded out, half of them drawing hidden weapons and looking for the cause.

Dwalin stared at a small rectangular device set upright on the counter, and the shrill ringing coming from it. He reached out cautiously, ignoring a few words of warning sent his way, and picked it up. Quietly, a voice spoke from it. “This is Generations Pediatrics calling, regarding your appointment for Monday, June 5th at. 4:30 pm. Please press one to confirm.” The balded dwarf looked up at the others, seeing a few guestures for him to do something although no one seemed to agree as to what. He recognized the numerical symbols as Westeron numbers, but wasn’t sure what he should do. Obviously the message was not for them, but their hostess. Don’t want to make her miss an appointment. Slowly he reached out and pressed one. The voice spoke again. “Thank you! Please be sure to have your insurance, ID, and medical cards with you. Have a great day.”

“Thanks?” He replied, “You as well…” then there was silence and, under the scrutinizing gaze of his companions, he set the strange device down again. It beeped as he returned it to the stand. Blinking at it, rather owlishly, the tough warrior felt uncertain. This whole place was strange.

There was a sound outside, a rumbling noise, and wheels crunching on the gravel. Every member of the company looked up, towards the door. Their leader and their hostess were finally returning.

Bofur piped up then, “I thought they were back an hour ago!”

“No, that was just another one of them machines goin’ by!” Nori corrected.

A murmuring ran through the group as the door opened, first admitting… a walking pile of bags? This was followed shortly by Thorin Oakenshield, with a small human boy on his hip. He had, in years past, carried both Fili and Kili that way. No longer wearing the regal clothing he had been, he was instead in a blue plaid shirt and a pair of denim trousers. His boots he’d had to keep, but he seemed to fit in much better with this new world. He set the child down, and the boy, a tall lad of four and a half, grabbed onto the back of his mother’s coat.

“Hey, it’s okay, wait love, lemme get this… stuff down…” The woman brought the bags over to the coffee table, setting them all down. “Okay, we got clothes for everyone!” She said, standing up straight and looking at her very unexpected houseguests. Slowly she exhaled, a strand of her hair dancing with her breath. “Right, now, Thorin help me get this sorted out, I’m forgetting who gets what… oh where’s.. Ah, Balin, here’s your coat.” She handed it to the dwarf who came into the room behind herself and Thorin. He was wearing something not dissimilar to Thorin, though his shirt was a deep maroon, not as deep as his own shirt had been, but it wasn’t too unlike it. There was thin stripes of gold colored thread running through it. It was a clean cut button up shirt, that their hostess had remarked to it being similar to what her own grandfather would wear. He had chosen to take that as a compliment, mostly because of her sweet smile as she had briely reminisced. She turned to face the dark haired dwarf again, “I think we got the tags off, but you might wanna check first.” The modern-dressed dwarf gave a nod, recalling how she had removed certain clipped on papers and adhesive strips from the clothing he now wore, and helped her sort through their purchases. While he did that, he thought back to what had brought them here, to this very strange land.

Gandalf. Of course.

                   “Gandalf!” Thorin’s deep rough voice called out to the wizard who stood some ways from their camp one night. “Where are you going?” “Hm?” The gray garbed man turned to look at Thorin, “Nowhere. I am… I am going nowhere.” His long wiry eyebrows knit together in consternation. “Which is exactly the problem.”

Frowning at the cryptic words, Thorin approached him. “Is there something wrong?” He kept his piercing blue gaze on the tall man’s face, though he had quickly learned his stare did little to break through to the wizard, as it did on most other people. Most. “Oh, there is something very, very wrong, Master Dwarf, very wrong indeed.” The wizard huffed, tamping his knuckles against his beard, then stroking it as though to calm himself. “This isn’t right… not at all. It doesn’t feel right…” “If you’re having second thoughts about this quest, it’s perhaps too late now.” Thorin grumbled, crossing his arms and raising a brow as he wondered what in Mahal’s name the strange man could mean.

“Gandalf?” Another voice piped up from towards the camp. Bilbo was making his way over. “Is everything alright?” “I’m afraid not, my dear Bilbo. Something has gone terribly wrong, things are not as they should be suddenly. In a way I cannot explain.” He fretted a bit more before he turned to face them. “I need some time to gather my thoughts and sort this out… get some rest, all of you.” Wizards, Thought Thorin, I wonder if the world isn’t better off without their kind. He did give the source of this new headache a nod, then turned back to camp. “Bofur, you’re on watch. Let’s turn in.” He cast one last glance at Gandalf, watching him pace a bit to and fro, before he returned to his bedroll, patting Fili’s shoulder as he passed the brothers. “Fili, you can relieve Bofur for second watch. Dwalin will take third.” Everyone agreed, and aside from Bofur, they all laid down to get some rest, eager to sleep after a very long day on their ponies.

One of the number, however, could not get to sleep. Even after the dwarves around him were snoring peacefully, or as peaceful as dwarves could snore, for he determined that more than a few of them sounded fierce even in their sleep, Bilbo lay wide awake, until the second night watch was near over. He turned this way and that, but it was to no avail. Sleep simply would not come to him. He rose, silent in the way of hobbits, and walked over to Gandalf, lighting his pipe once he was there beside his friend. “Have you sorted anything out yet?” Gandalf hummed before answering, “Yes… but I do not like the look of it.”

“Can you tell me?” Turning to look down at the hobbit, the wizard pondered briefly if it would do any good. “I suppose I may.” He glanced up, aware that Bofur was near enough to hear them, but he relented that it did not matter. They would all know soon enough. “Some fell magic has changed the flow of time.” “Uhm.. what?” Bilbo asked in utter confusion. “That… that can’t happen… can it?” Mirthlessly the wizard laughed quietly, “There is much that can happen that you do not know about, Bilbo Baggins.” He huffed through his beard, shaking his head. “I cannot address this with all of you in tow, however it seems to have fixed itself upon this company.” His lips pressed into a thin line for a moment. “Yes, I know what I must do. However, I think none of you shall like it very much at all. No you shan’t.”

“Oy wha’s this now?” Bofur had made his way over. “Seems you ought t’ be tellin’ the lads all, hm? Somethin’ comin’ after us, we should know!” He protested, though kept his voice hushed. If it wasn’t something worth waking the others just yet, he didn’t want to be in trouble with everyone. But he was ready to give a good shout, just the same.

Turning to look at the hatted dwarf, Gandalf arched a brow at his bold statements. “It will become all too clear in short order, however you are right, I should address this issue immediately. Rouse the others!” Waving the dwarf off, he looked at Bilbo, brows slowly lifting, “It seems you are going on a grander adventure than I first believed.” “I’m what now?” Bilbo sputtered, but the dwarves were waking at Bofur’s calls, and he could only watch in unsettled dismay as Gandalf left him to return to the camp. He huffed and stomped his foot in vain, missing his armchair and books very much in that moment. He just wanted to sit down on a soft cushion with a good book, and forget this nonsense! Too late for that. He hurried back when he heard Thorin begin to shout. “What is the meaning of this!?” The dwarven king rose, still gripping his weapon. “Why do you wake us, Bofur? There is no attack!” “Because I told him to.” Gandalf said, in his loudest shout, full of exasperation, sparing Bofur from the short tempered Oakenshield’s anger. He stood fast as those sharp blue eyes turned upon him instead. “You must all be prepared, immediately!” “Prepared for what?” Ori asked, still half asleep and confused. Dori shushed him, setting a hand on Ori’s shoulder, “Quiet now!” His attention, like that of all the others, was fully on Gandalf then.

Gandalf sighed, wishing he could explain this better, but with little knowledge to the workings of things beyond their world, it would take much more time than he felt they had. “There has been a shift in the flow of time. Someone does not want this quest to succeed, I fear. Someone beyond my knowledge.” He noted how Thorin’s expression darkened, but continued anyway. Stubborn fool of a dwarf! “It has happened before, though I daresay not for some time, not as you see it anyway. There is no other recourse but to remove you, the lot of you, until it is straightened out.”

“Remove us!?” A number of dwarves shouted in aghast or angry voices.

“Listen!” Gandalf cried, though it went unheard as all of the company began in uproar. His grip on his staff tightened as he tried to hold his own temper.

“Shazara!” Thorin bellowed, looking at his gathered company as they fell silent around him. “Explain yourself, wizard,” he nearly spat.

Still so very tired of dealing with this temperamental dwarf, Gandalf steadied himself with a sigh, and both hands on his staff. “There is much that I cannot tell you, even more yet that you would not understand, and I fear I have little time to tell you what I may. You will all be removed from this world,” He quickly held up a hand to forestall any interruptions. “Temporarily. Temporarily removed from this world and this timeline. Then you will return here, not mere seconds past the time you depart. How long you will spend in this other realm, I do not know, time does not flow equally. But you will return. So long as you do not die there.” “Die?” Bilbo qualied.

Casting him a sympathetic glance, Gandalf continued. “I will send you somewhere safe. Or rather, relatively safe, so long as you obey the laws of the land, and do not cause a stir.”

Nori suspiciously eyed everyone around him. Them, not cause a stir? They were doomed… He looked across and saw his friend, Bofur, who, judging by his expression, was thinking the same thing.

“It is a place I have been to before,” Gandalf attempted to assure them. “It is a safe place. Though, I cannot guess where exactly you will arrive, or who you shall meet there. But if you keep your heads down and do not draw attention to yourselves, you will be fine.” He told them, mumbling softly under his breath, “I hope.” He knew Bilbo heard him at the concerned look he received. “It is a land very unlike this one, they have progressed to a point such as we would think of a distant future, and it is a land in which combat is not treated the same as here. They are more peaceful and less violent. And there are no dwarves!” Not in the way that would make any sense to the company. “Sounds like yer sending us to the elves!” Dwalin growled.

“No, there will be no elves there. Nor any other non-human race.” Gandalf assured him, though he saw the discomfort in all of them and heard their murmured dismay. In a moment he was reminded of the behaviors of toddlers and small children. This brought a quirk to the corner of his mouth. That at least gave him a vague guide.

“No elves… no dwarves!” Ori gasped, sending a ripple through the little crowd.

“Only humans, how miserable!” Gandalf couldn’t quite tell who had said that, but he suspected it was either Oin or Gloin, and the quietness of the rumbled opinion gave him the belief it was Gloin.

“Those poor people!” Bofur muttered in pitying dismay.

“Will… will you be coming?” Bilbo asked, his softer voice managing to be heard through the others talking amongst themselves now.

Looking down at Bilbo, rue in his gaze, he shook his head. “I am afraid not. I must maintain the magic to the portal you will take from this end. The world you are going to has no magic left.” He wasn’t surprised by those gasps of shock. “There is not even memory of it. It is best not to discuss it too openly.” He looked to the others again, “I suggest you find yourselves an ally as quickly as you can, someone you feel you can trust.”

“How can we trust any of them?” Thorin snarled at the wizard.

“You will have little other choice if you wish to survive. And survive you must.” Gandalf looked up towards the sky, and his eyes moved, tracking things the others could not hope to see. “Ready yourselves. Leave but the barest necessities, they will be here when you return.”

“R-right, because time w-w-won’t pass here…” The voice of the hobbit was tremulous at best.

“Good fellow!” Gandalf smiled to him then. “Keep your wits about you. They are more peaceful, but less understanding, on a whole. A few bright souls still exist that would aid you. You will have to find one. When it is time for you to return, you will see the portal again. Walk through it.” “What if we’re asleep!?” Bofur objected, starting to sound panicked. Gandalf shook his head, “You will not sleep through it, that much I assure you.” His head snapped up and he nodded, “It is time. Come now, take only what you need.” And he fixed Fili with a stern look. “Only take a few daggers, if you please.” “I always do!” The older of the two princes grinned cheekily.

Bilbo started for his things and came to a stop, turning to face Gandalf, his curiosity giving him some semblance of confidence in his words. “Gandalf… surely if you have the power to do something like this… surely you could complete this journey without us.” Thorin seemed almost startled by the hobbit’s question, and he whirled to Gandalf then, his eyes expressing the same curiosity for the answer. “Yes, do tell us why you can do this, but not aid more than you have, or intend.”

Looking over at them and huffing, drawing his lips far up in a frown, Gandalf shook his head, “This is not my doing, nor my magic that can do this task. I am merely marking the target, as it were. Now, hurry and prepare!”

Soon the company stood, huddled together in unease, each carrying one pack, wearing their warmest cloak, and holding one blanket. A few carried visible weapons, against Gandalf’s recommendation, and the wizard and hobbit both were certain more than a few, if not all, carried numerous hidden weapons.

Gandalf looked them over. “Remember what I said, cause no trouble, and stay alive!” With one last uncertain glance at the company, he turned away, to face the dawning light. Raising his staff, he brought it down to the earth, aligning it just so for a second, and in a moment the rays of the dawn sunlight gleamed through the tangled wooden roots of the tip of the tall shaft. The end of the staff began to glow, and it grew brighter, and brighter, and brighter still.

It was blinding by the time the dwarves and hobbit realized that not only could they hardly see each other, they felt as nearly sickening pull on their whole bodies, seeming to stretch them beyond themselves. It didn’t hurt, but it gave every one of them a sense of terror that, could they have but moved in that instant, would have sent even the bravest of them fleeing. Just when it seemed they could no longer stand it… it got worse.

Reality folded upon itself, creating a wrinkle in the fabric of space and time, connecting two very distant points. What this felt like to the dwarves cannot be truly put into the words of any mortal creature, for the words do not yet exist. Though as the rare travelers such as these go, upon his arrival at their destination, Bilbo put it in the best yet description.

“Nope.”

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I love this! It's fun and bittersweet and I just loved how pragmatic the reader was. I could see a nice, however odd future for her, Dean and Baby. 👍😉

Ghost Rider

Ship: Reader X OMC; Reader X Dean?

Characters: Reader, William (OMC), Dean, Baby

Warnings: I don’t know TV show violence, cheating, let me know if I forget something

Summary: Your boyfriend, trying to get into your pants, buys you a ‘67 Chevy Impala. Little did he know the past owner; Dean Winchester’s soul is attached to it.

Word Count: Approximately 3,290

Created for @sdavid09 #Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

A/N: I have this recurring dream of Dean’s ghost leaning against Baby just waiting for me. When I read the plot bunny, I just had to use it. As I was writing this piece, I realized all the different possibilities the story could have gone in. I am not happy with the ending it’s not the one I envisioned for this piece. I am making do due to time constraints. I would appreciate any kind of feedback both positive and negative.

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Shards of a forgotten past *part 7*

Yes, my brain has finally decided to give me the next part to this adventure, I hope you all enjoy this part! 

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Trying to get  word in edgeways was proving difficult with the stubbornness of the dwarf and wizard in front of her, they didn't even seem to notice she was standing there rolling her eyes, she sat down on the chair at the table and just had to  wait until their discussion was over, looking over the company Thennith saw how exhausted most of them looked and poor Bilbo looked well he looked so out of place and tried she couldn't help but smile at him, rising to her feet she went to Beorn pantry and started to pull some of the aging meat and vegetables out and bring them to the kitchen table, working her way around the kitchen she collected all the cutlery, pans and utensils she needed to complete the meal, ignoring the fact she had 15 pair of eyes on her. 

"Bomber, can you help me?" Thennith spoke and watched as the round dwarf sprung to his feet and walked over to her with a large smile on his face.

Soon enough Beorn cottage was filled with the smell of cooked meat making everyone's mouth water including Gandalf's, stepping from the stove Thennith picked up the plates and cutlery "Bilbo, can you set the table for me?" She asked the hobbit and watched as he smiled and nodded his head taking them from her and making his way around the table as she went back to the stove to finish the meal.

....

Standing at the sink Thennith was drying her hands after cleaning up, smiling at the happy faces of the company, even Thorin looked happy, making her smile a little bigger. 

"Was it wise?" 

Turning her head to the voice Thennith looked at Gandalf sitting at the table lighting up his pipe, placing the towel back on the sink she walked over to the chair next to him "was it wise, what?" 

"Using our hosts food? And showing the company you can cook, you might be expected to do it more often now" Gandalf said holding a small smile. 

Sitting down Thennith smiled for a second and turned to face the company again before turning back to Gandalf  "Mithrandir,  our host is an old friend of mine, I know his home like my own and I'll pay him back when the quest is over" Thennith explained. 

Getting a nod from Gandalf, as he pointed his head to Thorin. 

Thorin stood up gaining everyone's attention "find a comfortable place to sleep, we all need it as we are to leave in the morning" getting agreed hums from everyone as most of them were falling asleep where they were sitting. 

....

Standing up Thennith looked over the sleeping forms of the company, walking over to Bilbo and Ori, she pulled the covers higher up their bodies and got little hums of approval, turning around she walked to the sink knowing Beorn kept some of his sweet treats in the cupboard under it, pulling the jar out she opened it and took a handful, before replacing it and making her way to the ladder that would allow her access to the roof, one of her favourite places climbing it she sat just to the right of the opening and took a deep breath of the night air letting it fill her lungs as the night wind wrapped around her like a blanket.  

A small movement made her ears twitched as the smell of wet fur and honey hit her nostrils "How close is the pack?" She asked. 

"They won't attack tonight, they still think I'm on guard" a heavy ruff voice answered her question. 

Picking up some of the sweet treats she turned and handed them to Beorn, "it is great to see you again old friend" smiling an honest smile her blue eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she took in the sight of him in his human-like form. 

"Princess, why are orcs chasing you?" Beorn asked as he pulled himself up on the roof and sat next to her sniffing the air, "and why do I smell dwarf?"  

"Because there is 13 currently sleeping in your home" Thennith answered and watched Beorn look down into his home and back to her, "also a wizard and a halfling" she added as the golden eyes of the skin-changer landed back onto her blue ones, feeling Beorn body language change Thennith extended her hand to his shoulder "They are good, we only need a place to rest we are the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

"Oakenshield.... The king under the mountain" Beorn said sniffing the air again, "did they eat my food?" he asked suddenly making Thennith giggle. 

"About that, I cooked it and I will repay you" she said after she finished giggling. 

"Its an honour to have you as my guest princess, your brother would be pleased to know you are still alive and so...." Beorn was saying before Thennith cut in. 

"He can never know Beorn, you must promise me you won't tell him!" 

"But princess" Beorn started to protest when a creek alerted the both of them, turning to the ladder the grey hair of Gandalf appeared making them both breath a sigh of relief.

"Good evening" Gandalf said to the pair of them once he had climbed out on to the roof, getting a good evening from both of them as the three of them sat in silence watching the morning sun rising over the horizon. 

Using her elven eyes Thennith turned her head and saw the forest of Mirkwood, feeling pulling in her heart at finally seeing her home she felt an uneasy feeling turning to face the wizard she wet her lips ready to ask her question. 

"The forest is sick Thennith after you left and Thranduil received the news of your so-called death, the forest started to change its not the same as you remember" Gandalf explained as Beorn climbed down from the roof.

"I'll let the wizard talk while I'll make breakfast for my guests" Beorn muttered getting a nod from them. 

"The elven road?" Thennith said as she turned back to Gandalf pulling her knees to her chest and rested her head on them. 

"It is the only safe road through the forest now, there is a dark spell that entries a persons mind many people have been bought in front of your brother muttering words that they don't understand, it takes a few days for the spell to lift" Gandalf said as Thennith turned her head back to the forest. 

Hearing the dwarves waking up Thennith and Gandalf stood to return to the house, Stepping on the ladder Gandalf started to descend it looking back up at Thennith, "you are the only one that can get them through the forest alive" he spoke before disappearing into the house, making Thennith tilting her head in confusing at what he meant by that, they had him and he had been through the forest countless of times, shaking the thought out of her mind she stepped on the ladder and returned inside the house smelling the food Beorn had cooked for them.

Part 8