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Fandom: Lord Of The Rings

Pairing: Haldir x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW do not interact if under 18. Sexual themes. Community label compliant.

Summary:  Haldir returns from a patrol to readers open arms. Blatant smut with no plot whatsoever. Sorry Haldir fans.

Comments: Another product of my hyperfixation on Haldir. I've teased this a lot and I'm glad it's finally finished and out my brain now. @creativity-of-death I've finished mine now I'm looking forward to your own. 😉 If anyone would like to be added to my general tag list let me know. ♥️

Word count: 5, 106

NSFW UNDER 18'S DO NOT INTERACT

Haldir ran his fingers over your bare skin tracing the delicate skin over your ribs. Your whimpers of his name driving him on as the blood thundered in his ears. Pressing close to you he growled as you bared your neck to him so he could trail his lips over the sensitive flesh.

“Haldir.” You whined in need, making him chuckle against you.

“So impatient meleth nin.” His voice a low warm rumble as he continued to suck on your pulse. Moaning loudly you arch into his body that’s pinning you to the bed.

“I need you.” You breath out, raising your hands to grab at him, he’s still wearing the grey grab he wore as Marchwarden. He was not long back from his patrol, upon seeing you waiting with open arms and loving smiles the broad chested elf had been unable to resist you.

It was a common occurrence now with you, that careful and painful calm and collectiveness he had cultivated over decades in his position would snap in a moment with just a glance from you. It was a terrifying experience for him as Marchwarden to Lothlórien when he had first met you, he thought everything he was was wrapped up in that role. He was a protector of this land and older brother, almost to the point that it was difficult to see anything else outside of that.

Until you came along.

Under his bulkier frame you looped your arms around his neck to pull him against you. Your love and desire for him was insatiable. Though he was still uncomfortable with public displays of affection, alone your handsome elven lover couldn't keep his hands off you. Indeed when he had arrived at your flet after returning back from his patrol he had not hesitated to stride into your ecstatic embrace. Welcoming him home and gripping him close to you he was the one to initiate the heated kiss. Citing that he had missed you so while starting to walk you backwards towards your bedroom while stripping you bare.

His blood burned for you, in all these years alone, self isolation due to his responsibilities, Haldir had become convinced that he was incapable of feelings like this after all this time. But now, looking down at you spread before him and so accepting of him and all that entailed the ellon couldn’t imagine life without you, couldn’t comprehend being alone and not sharing his heart and soul with you.

“I love you.” You whispered to him, making his usual stoic expression slip into a stunning smile that shatters your world every time. Nothing is more beautiful to you. Those blue eyes boring into you, through you and setting your blood on fire.

“Meleth nin,” he says and cups your face seeing how your eyes are blown out with desire. Desire for him.

Leaning close he trails his lips across your own, then drifts along your cheekbones to your ear, nuzzling against you. “There will be no one but you for me." He promises and starts to nip at your ear savouring the way your breath hitches. Your hands are tugging at his clothes wanting his skin against your own now.

"I need you," you repeat, making him chuckle again. You were so needy for him that Haldir feels relieved that he wasn't the only one to feel this way. You were just more vocal about it. He sits up and watches you try to rip off his grey robe. When you scoot closer and start to straddle his thighs his laughter dies in his throat as you brush against his blatant erection. A shudder runs through him and seeing the reaction you lean up and suck on his lower lip. His own hands start to help you and the way you tremble against him makes the ellon feel dizzy.

"Haldir I swear I'll start screaming soon." You mutter against his lips. He only hums and kisses you ravenously, his fingers making quick work of the laces and straps of his clothing. Your hands slip under the clothing and both break apart to tug the cloak and tunic off.

Feeling your bare skin against his chest he groans softly.

"I ache for you meleth nin." He confesses and he swears he can feel the flutter of your heart against your ribs, you're pressed so close to him. Haldir watches you as you bite your lip, look down and with a hurried and impatient breath start on the lacing of his trousers. Glancing up at him you see Haldir watch you, he grins again as you lunge at him to kiss him hungrily. It's not an elegant kiss but it's beautiful to him in how it is utter demanding.

Again his own hands help with the untying as you busy yourself cupping his jaw and kissing and biting his lips. As soon as his hard on hits the cool afternoon air the Marchwarden hisses. You pull back and Haldir can't help but marvel at how breathtaking you look with kiss swollen lips and near feral gaze. Whispering your name Haldir watches as you lick your palm before reaching for his erection. The Marchwarden barely recognises the strangled groan that comes from him as you run your slick hand over his dick carefully. Gathering the leaking beads of precum at the tip you gaze reverently and start to give testing strokes.

The blond ellon reaches up and palms your breasts with the same devotion. Marvelling at how perfectly they fit in his grasp, like you were created to complement each other. Leaning towards you Haldir nuzzles your neck again while pinching your nipples savouring the way you gasp.

With your free hand that's not around his hard dick you push him onto his back. Trailing your hand down his chest to trace his defined abs. You help him pull his trousers down and toe off his boots. Lying there finally naked Haldir regards you under his blond eyelashes, that cool, control mask back on his face. Leaning over him, you place a lingering kiss above where his heart beats frantically despite his expression.

Your gaze flick up to meet his, eyes nearly black with how wide your pupils are with lust and he’s surprised he’s still physically able to blush considering all his blood has rushed to his groin. Slowly you drag yourself up his torso kissing and sucking on his skin, chasing along battle scars that have been hard won.

As you reach the hollow of his throat he lifts his head back for you to have access and stares at the ceiling trying to gain back some self composure otherwise this will end all too quickly. It’s entirely his own fault, being away from you on patrol has frayed his nerves. His desire and lust dissolving the Marchwardens famous composure. You make him feel young and entirely vulnerable which is both exhilarating and terrifying.

Your face looms into his field of vision and you nuzzle at his jaw.

“Marchwarden,” You purr indecently and Haldir groans, breathing harshly through his nose. “Take pity on me and let me love you sir,” Your voice is like honey, the words making his resolve disappear at the title “You will won’t you?” You continue kissing his lips softly and nipping at them. Haldir grunts an affirmative as he grasps at your jaw kissing you back and flicking his tongue out against your own. You pull back and grasp his chin so he looks at you before gazing at him.

“Let me show you how I worship you, how my thoughts are always filled with you.” Your voice is barely unrecognisable with the raw desire that torments you.

“Show me.” Haldir commands, watching how your eyes burn and a wicked smile on your pouting lips. In a blink you crawl down his body nipping and biting at him leaving little marks on his perfect skin. As you go lower your fingers trail along his knees, then thighs in a maddening whisper, you trace words of love below his navel and suck a little bruising mark on his hip. Your hand starts to slowly pump his dick again, savouring the burning heat of his flesh. Pausing, you look at your lover.

“Watch me my Marchwarden.” You whisper then keeping full eye contact swallow the head of his cock. Haldir hisses out a soft curse as you try and suck more of his large dick into your eager mouth. He’s large, not only in length but girth also which always makes your lips pinch with the stretch. The ellon’s fingers are already in your hair sweeping it out of your face so he can watch you clearly. The urge to snap his hips up into your drooling mouth is taking the last of his self control. Grunting your name he watches awe struck as you slowly start to bob your head down his length, hollowing your cheeks to create a blissful suction. Humming wantonly around him makes him groan loudly and he grabs at the bed covers below him to ground himself. His hips roll gently in time with your ministrations and you sink lower onto him. Tears springing at your eyes as his cock hits the back of your throat. You try to relax your throat and swallow around him.

“Meleth nin,” He gasps out, his blue eyes burning into yours and he’s watching in rapture. You continue to please him, keeping your gaze on him as much as possible through the watery mist. When pulling back to gasp for air you continue with your hands to keep up the pace. Haldir nearly chokes on his own tongue when you lick at his balls, carefully sucking and playing with them. His fingers tangle in your hair as he moans out praises to you.

“You are so perfect,” He utters and his hips are thrusting at a lazy pace with your fist. “Not even in my dreams are you this beautiful.” He murmurs. When you shiver at his praise you lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock and suck on the head, humming happily around him.

The sounds of your gagging and excited moans makes Haldir grunt loudly, spurring him on to run his fingers through your hair tugging gently.

"Come to me meleth nin." He orders you. Releasing his cock from your mouth you give the tip a chaste kiss. The sheer contrast of such an innocent gesture in a lewd way sends delicious shivers through the ellon. He pushes himself up and pulls you up to him kissing you as he repositions you both of your bed. He can taste himself on your tongue as he licks into your mouth chasing the whimpers that escape you. Lying down on the pillow the Marchwarden holds you close, kissing your neck making you keen in delight.

"Now it's my turn," He purrs against your ear letting his fingers trace your spine. Shivering in bliss you can't help the mewl of his name. Haldir tugs you further up ordering you to kneel on the pillows hands on the wall. With the gorgeous ellon between your thighs and you can't help but blush even now as you fully expose yourself to his eager eyes.

"So wet for me my darling", he breathes, the puff of air ticking your sopping cunt, his hands circling your thighs. "Look at me."

You look down to see his impossibly blue eyes connect with your own making you tremble. Haldir lets his nose nuzzle against your mound inhaling your scent and a low groan rumbles through him.

"Haldir," You stutter out shyly, he was so close to where you needed him.

"Let me quench my thirst." He mutters seductively as his hands tug on your thighs pulling you to him. As you gaze at him Haldir makes a show of opening his mouth and takes one long swipe of his tongue from cunt to clit, causing your whole body to convulse as you cry out.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh enough to leave bruises and you know you'll wear them in private with pride. Haldir's strength ensures you can't move as you are now seated on his face as he devours you. Sharp cries and whimpers roll out of you as Haldir flicks his tongue through your soaked folds tasting and sucking at you. Your hips start to roll softly in time with his mouth and the room fills with the lewd wet sounds.

Keeping your eyes on your lover below you don't bother hiding your moans and cries of his name. You know that Haldir thrills at that, hearing his name uttered in such a ravaged way by your lips. He rewards you with a wet suck on your clit that makes your eyes roll in your head.

Your hands fly out to steady yourself on the wall above the bed as you look down to see the look in Haldir's piercing gaze. Oceans of blue eclipsed by pupils blown wide in wanton lust. Lifetimes of desire rolling out to consume you and drag you under in that forever blue. You welcome it, breath ragged and frantic to dive in and drown in those eyes.

A whiny whimper crawls through your teeth as Haldir adds one finger into your tight heat. You buck your hips against the intrusion desperate for friction. The sounds of your body's desire are loud and lewd in the still air.

Haldir keeps up a steady slow pace to whip you up into a feral mess. His name spilling from your lips in a torturous plea as he introduces another finger and then another which has you clawing at the wall as you writhe in ecstasy. When you gasp out how close you are, Haldir doubles his efforts, thrusting his fingers in a pounding pace while he alternates whispering praises and sucking on your clit that has tears springing to your eyes.

Looking up at you Haldir takes in the sight of you completely unravelled, sweat glistened skin that he aches to taste. His long fingers revel in the feel of your thigh muscles frantically twitching and roil as you use him to hunt your release. Those long nights away from you had been filled with thoughts and dreams of you like this. One who was always giving everything they had to him to make him happy. Now it was his turn to do so, he curled his tongue around the fingers fucking you at steady pace to ravenously chase the arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Haldir," you cry, your voice wavering in the afternoon air. The tight cord within is stung taught at his heavy pace. The crest of your climax licks up your spine as your whole body freezes as the wave hits you. His name is choked out as you claw at the wall you try to find purchase as the hot bliss hits you over and over again. Haldir keeps tempo with you as you ride out your release, his clever mouth alternating between sweet praise and lapping up your juices. Resting your forehead on the wall in front of you you gasp ragged breaths twitching as Haldir's mouth continues to lick and suck on your cunt and thighs that borders on over stimulation.

Whining softly you open your eyes to see the smirk in his gaze which you try to throw back but your whole body feels like water. His hands run up and down your thighs soothingly and with the grace of a newborn deer you swing your leg over so you can lie down next to him.

You feel his gaze on you and turning to the side you see the evidence of your climax glistening over his mouth and chin and you’ve never seen Haldir look so smug. His hair is dishevelled and falls loose over his shoulders as the ellon leans over you and you can’t think of anything that could compare to his glory.

Despite the hot flush of your body the touch of your fingers are cool to his burning skin as the Marchwarden chases the sensation and leans into your caress to his face. With your free hand you slide it up his arm to then drag your nails back down, throwing him a smug grin when Haldir shivers.

Biting on your bottom lips you can’t help but glance down and let out a breathy gasp at the sight of Haldir's cock sitting heavy and proud against his stomach. His skin is sticky with prespend and it’s all thanks to you. Your mouth waters at the thought and all you want is to taste him again. Swallow him down as much as he will let you and you’ll be thankful to Eru that you are blessed to do so.

Blond lashes flutter as Haldir's gaze follows your own and seems to be able to read your thoughts. Moving over you you let your hand on his arm skim up to rest on his shoulder so you can feel the bunched coil of his built body slowly drape over you and settle between your waiting parted thighs.

The heavy weight of his muscular body presses you in the bed as he leans on his arms to stare down at you.

“Bain.” He breathes reverently. Despite the situation you can’t help the heat settle in your cheeks.

“I’m not beautiful Haldir, I look a mess.” You laugh softly wiping your sweat slicked hair from your forehead. The blond elf blinks slowly and leans down to nuzzle his nose against your temple before pulling back to kiss you softly.

He knows you’ll never believe him when he tells you how beautiful you are like this. Naked and wrecked under him, letting him ruin you completely and be allowed to witness how utterly transcendent you are while open and vulnerable. It’s a gift he still doesn’t quite understand how he’s earned but he will fight to the death to protect it. To protect you and give you anything that you ask for.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you let your feet caress his thighs for a moment.

“Haldir,” You whisper against his mouth as you nip at his bottom lip. “I’ve been empty without you please.” The hushed confession seems to bring him out of his thoughts and you both shudder as his slick erection slides against your stomach.

“Le melin.” He rasps out, desperate for you.

"I love you too." You whisper while letting your hands wrap around his neck. As you let one hand freely tangle in his golden hair. His braids holding his hair back, now loose thanks to your actions, let his hair tumble down around you both. Letting your gaze flick over him he looks wild and untamed, the control of his duties forgotten in the pleasure of your connection. Haldir’s gaze is intense and pinpointed on you, the whole world outside forgotten as the two of you are the only ones in your contained universe.

There’s an empty ache inside of you that is desperate for Haldir to fill. Reaching up you cup his face and kiss him with a sizzling hunger that he returns eagerly.

“Take me Marchwarden,” You order him before there is a clash of teeth and tongue between you, a low growl from him answers you. Holding his jaw you see the feral look in his eye as you softly suck on his bottom lip a moment before whispering. “Make me yours Haldir.” Your voice now takes a keening plea to it. The blue of his eyes go dark at your words as he quickly notches his hard cock at your slick entrance. His eyes find yours again as he slowly enters you, making you arch your back and scramble at his shoulders.

There’s always a stretch that accompanies Haldir's ample sized hard dick entering you despite the careful foreplay, the time apart always exasperates it.

Haldir can never look away as he takes you like this, the glassy look that enters your eye as you mouth opens in a silent “o” to take in air. The Marchwardens breath is haggard and harsh through his nose as your tight heat envelopes him, drawing him deeper. He can only grunt your name as he rests his forehead against your own.

You gasp Haldir's name in a way that borders animalistic as your nails claw desperately at his back. Gazing up at your lover you find him watching you still in that unblinking way that should border on unsettling but it only fills you with ease as you know your possessive look matches his own.

As he continues to ease his way into you you can feel the bunched mass of muscle of his shoulders as he holds himself in check. Knowing that he’s having to stop himself from losing complete control with you. Every inch that pushes into you makes you whine at the stretch, the delicious throb as Haldir’s cock nudges into you. You know you’ll feel him for days after this but can’t help yourself.

The groan that rattles out of him as he finally bottoms out in you vibrates through you both as you gasp for breath and bury your face into his neck. There’s a sheen of sweat across his skin, a taste of salt and dirt from his patrol as you flick your tongue out and take a long swipe along his neck and collar bone. His breath catches and Haldir mutters something particularly filthy in his own tongue that makes you giggle.

Pulling him close you nuzzle at his ear and nip at the lobe.

“Welcome home.” You purr in his ear and can't help the wicked grin as Haldir shivers when you punctuate the word by clenching around his hard cock in you.

Haldir rolls his hips once to test your adjustment to him, he knows he’s more than a little well endowed and the fear that he may hurt you is always in the back of his mind. Even now as you cling to him Haldir is conscious of you, your body a safe harbour for him to return to and become whole again. Your words in his ear stir up the fire in his veins. He knows the double meaning of your welcome home. As being one with you like this, connecting as one, is his home.

Haldir can feel the grin against his ear and repays you with a shallow thrust that makes you fall back on the bed and moan loudly.

Blunt nails drag along his shoulder blades and knowing he’ll have your marks on him fills Haldir with a carnal possessory. He gives another thrust and watches in awe as you arch your back again and let out a ragged call of his name. Over and over he draws in and out of you making you squirm and mewl under him. His breath comes quick as he sets a hard pace making sure to hit deep inside you.

Arching your back Haldir hits the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll white at the bolt of pleasure. He leans down and kisses your neck, sucking and worrying the delicate skin at his pulse point. At your whine Haldir runs his tongue over the blooming mark to soothe it. He can feel each shuddering breath that leaves you as Haldir continues a plunging beat, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together sits in the air.

Leaning back Haldir disentangles your leg from his waist so he can lift them higher and hook them over his shoulders. At this angle Haldir is able to slide deeper than you thought possible. Clutching at the bed cover beneath you all you can do is shriek Haldir's name.

“Eru don’t stop!” You plead savouring the fact that he’s finally let go of that control he’s always under.

“Look at me.” Haldir commands and your eyes snap open. “Bain,” He repeats and gives a particular heavy thrust that punches the air from your lungs as your whole body jolts.

“Bain!” He growls loudly watching as your breasts jiggle with each powerful thrust.

“Haldir.” You call and feel your eyes prick with tears, you feel full, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Le melin,” He calls out as he grinds his hips into you. “You take me so well meleth nin.” Haldir praises you in a low throaty tone.

He marvels at the way the sheen of sweat makes you glow in the late afternoon sun, draped in gold hues as you lie under him at his mercy. Your eyes always so bright and full of unbridled adoration for him were distant and lost in a haze of rapturous lust. Gripping your thighs closer to him he picks up the pace as he feels the oncoming wave of his own release but first he needs to feel you, see you come again.

“Touch yourself meleth nin, I need to feel you come around me,” He sees your eyes focus and with a heavy hand release the bed cover to snake a hand down your body. Haldir blinks with his blond lashes, the sweat dripping down his forehead away. Nothing can get in the way of this view. The hiss you release as you start to circle your clit in time with his thrusts is mesmerising.

“Haldir, I’m so close.” You wail and Haldir moves your legs up straight tilting your hips back as your wail tails off into a howl at the steep angle. You didn’t think he could get deeper but Eru you don’t think you’ll ever not feel complete again without him inside you like this.

“That’s it meleth nin, let go.” He calls softly and watches in rapture as your whole body freezes up under him, your free hand in the covers twists the material beneath your grip as you gasp for air and only struggle out a strangled groan.

Haldir drops your legs and lies flat against you as your walls convulse and flutter around his dick. Your legs wrap instinctively around his hips and lock at the ankles to keep him there as he grinds in deep to chase his own climax, crashing his mouth against your own Haldir licks the inside of your mouth as you whimper softly. The punishing tempo of his thrusts boarders on over stimulation and you squirm in his grasp as another wave of an orgasim hit you.

Swearing loudly you cling to your lover as he ground out your name between slams of his hips. The headboard rattled against the wall loudly but you couldn’t comprehend trying to have the mind to wonder if anyone could hear you both.

Haldir buries his face in your neck as his body loses rhythm, his thrusts become erratic as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Fill me meleth nin,” You coo with a hoarse voice. Haldir grunts softly and wraps his arms under your back to pull you tight against him. With a shuddering final thrust you feel Haldir’s hot release flood you. The heady groan that erupted from you both shattering the air around you. Clinging to Haldir you savoured the slowing grinding thrusts of his body as he fills you deep with his cum.

His pants echoed your own as Haldir’s breath whispered against your sweat soaked skin. Letting out soft groans Haldir swivelled his hips to grind them against you and you can feel the mixture of both your releases trickle down your thighs. Haldir nuzzles against your neck humming soft words of adoration into your skin as you run your fingers through his long hair.

After a while of basking in each other's embrace Haldir pulls carefully out of you and rolls on to his back beside you. Throwing an arm over your eyes you can’t help the tired smile tugging at your lips. Exhaustion is creeping into your bones and you should really get up to clean yourself down but you’re enjoying the feeling of being thoroughly fucked by the love of your life. Haldir leans over you to kiss your lips softly before pulling back and you feel the bed shift as he gets up. Peeking open an eye you marvel at his naked retreating back and the light swagger as he stalks into the adjoining bathroom.

Letting your eyes flutter close again you hear the soft sound of water and then the tread of Haldir return to the room.

There is a heavy pause in his movements that make you peek from under your arm to see him leaning in the doorway to the bedroom watching you. Standing completely naked, hair tousled and sweat now cooling on his skin you’ve never seen him look more handsome. You throw him a tired smile with which he gives you a cocky smirk knowing how much he’s wrecked you.

“You don’t have to look so smug Marchwarden.” You throw at him and let your arm flop over your eyes again. You can hear his light laugh as he returns to the bed again, the dip below you alerts you to his position.

Opening your eyes you see him prowl up towards you and if you weren't so severely blissed out and exhausted you’d feel inclined to another round but the heavy sleep tugging at your eyes is too powerful. The cold brush of cloth against your inner thighs makes you jump and hiss at the touch though and you lean up slightly to see Haldir wiping down your inner thighs.

He carefully lifts your legs with a loving caress and cleans you up before placing a chaste kiss to your stomach. Looking up at you he takes your breath away with the adoring look in those gorgeous blue eyes. Opening up your arms you call to him to which he readily submits to after dropping the cloth on the ground by the bed.

After settling down together you curl up next to Haldir as he flings an arm around you to hold you close to his chest. Letting your head rest on his shoulder you can feel the ellons soft breathing, kissing the skin there you can see his lips twitch into a smile.

“Welcome home again, Haldir.” You whisper. After a heart beat you feel Haldir roll you both onto your side, your own body starting to protest after the strenuous acts of before. He tucks you into his side as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“It’s good to be home meleth nin.” He answers softly.

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Sweet Conversations

Fandom: Lord Of The Rings Return of the King

Pairing: Haldir x fem!reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, lots of kissing some not very innocent. Nothing explicit but please be advised this spicier than general audience.

Summary: A chance conversation leads to a simple game with the sweetest of prizes.

Comments: This was inspired by this prompt list "let me teach you what a real kiss is". The thought of Haldir saying that to me seems to have short circuited my brain as this was supposed to be a drabble but ran away from me, hopefully not to the detriment of the piece. I also would very much like to be chased down by Haldir. I have no chill.

Word count: 5, 359

Your eyes were fluttered closed as thumbs smoothed over your cheek bones. The strong hands that are cupping your face so tenderly tilt it up slightly. Your parted lips are trembling as the whisper of breath fans over your face. 

You feel the shift of the body in front of you as they press closer, a nose nuzzles against your cheek and you whimper softly as chapped lips brush the corner of your own.

“Haldir.” You plead softly, your hands reach up and curl your fingers into his tunic, breath catching in anticipation of his touch. 

His voice was a low purr as he speaks your name, making you quiver. He has barely touched you but your heart is thundering in your chest you're sure Haldir's sharp ears can hear it. 

Your fingers grip his clothing, holding on to try to ground you in the moment. His lips trailed up to press softly against your temple.

His name tumbles from your lips like a plea, a prayer. Let him have mercy on you and finally kiss you like he had promised.

"Let me teach you what a real kiss is." The Marchwarden had stated earlier. Moving slowly closer into your personal space. The apex predator closing in on his cornered prey. 

His steps had been slow and cautious, always giving you time to refuse but you hadn't. You had taken a step back so your back was flush with one of the decorated columns in this secluded vista. Back arching slightly to bend your body towards him. Welcoming his approach, encouraging him closer, a luring siren. No one would pass by at this time of evening. It was why you had run here, leading Haldir on a merry chase so you two could finally be alone. 

Your heart had been full of courage then, all breathy laughs and gasps as you had weaved around the various areas of Lórien. Turning every now and then to make sure he was still there and thrilled to see the glimpse of him moving with an unhurried pace behind. But always within sight, once or twice within grasp but had not reached out. You knew he just wanted you to know that he could finish this in a moment. It was sheer indulgence on his part or perhaps he was just looking to see you finally tired out and close in with ease. 

You had giggled and squealed as you turned a corner to see him already there leaning on a wall with a ghost of a smile and had danced away to change direction. You knew your destination, you were positive that Haldir also knew but was corralling you along more quieter routes, neither of you wanted anyone disturbing your game.

You had paused at a small ornamental garden with a delicate fountain in the centre with flowers of heady scents planted in a careful pattern around the area. The beautiful statue holding a vase that was pouring gurgling waters in the centre shone in the early moonlight. Swiftly hiding behind the fountain you placed a hand on your chest to catch your breath, your heart beating frantically under your touch and you let your eyes flutter closed for a second to try to calm its frantic pace and listen for any approaching noise. 

Silence.

Opening your eyes you had caught the full moon gloriously starting its climb across the night sky. It’s silver visage reminding you of the blue eyes of your pursuer. A sharp blue under the sun but at night a brilliant flash of quicksilver whenever your gazes met. 

You had bitten your lip at the flash of memory as Haldir had openly stared at you at the party earlier in honour of you and companions. The flush of alcohol in your system had made you more playful than usual as you had joined in on the teasing chatter of your companions. 

“Who was your best kiss?” 

It had made you frown and dip your head down as the others had whispered the lurid details of the treasured moments. But when it had been your turn you had only sighed in melancholy. 

“I’ve never-” You had started and then Pippin had jumped in spluttering his drink everywhere.

“You’ve never been kissed?!” His shrill tone making people turn towards your group.

“No, of course I have!” You shouted a little too loudly and dropped your voice low again in a conspiratorial whisper. “They’ve just been nothing to write home about.” You shrugged and your gaze had flicked up to see a certain elf watching your group, watching you with a look that had made you suck on your lower lip and heat rush to your face. 

You recognised him of course, Haldir the Marchwarden of Lorien. He who had escorted you and your group through the forest now dressed tonight in a more casual tunic and leggings of grey and green. Haldir who had approached you later to ask your name and gave you a tour of the main part of the beautiful Elven city. Haldir that you now had nightly dreams about driving him quite mad with desire and shaking his famous composure.

Haldir who had clearly heard the drunken conversation and was pinning you where you stood with his blue eyes. Perhaps you were not the only one who was dreaming of less than innocent thoughts. 

You had excused yourself to get another drink and while at the serving table you had felt a presence at your elbow. You knew who it would be immediately. After all, being in your every waking and dreaming thought had made you hyper away of him.

“Marchwarden.” You spoke and let your gaze flick to him. He had already grabbed the bottle you were reaching for and offering to pour you a drink. His voice was calm and quiet as he spoke your name. Placing the bottle back down again you took a small sip and let your eyelashes flutter up at him, noticing the way his jaw clenched at the action.

“I couldn't help overhear your conversation from before.” He spoke with such a blase tone you had a hard time reconciling it with the way his fingers tightened around the bottle, knuckles going white when you had let your tongue peek out to chase the wine on your lips.

“Did you wish to contribute to the conversation?” You had asked in a careful tone and moved closer to him. Purposely brushing against his arm to reach for a plate of strawberries and smiling in relief at the way his body shivered at the contact. 

"Not with the rest of your companions, no.” He stated simply in a low tone that seemed to suggest a hint of collusion. An air of secrecy between you and him. The implications of that made you hum in excited satisfaction and gaze up at him. Girlish fancy bubbling up in you at the prospect that you and the handsome ellon would share something together. You finish the wine in your glass and delicately place it down.

Biting into the strawberry you couldn't help the sigh of content at its sweet taste and looked to the side as if deep in thought.

“Then perhaps it is something you would like to converse about somewhere more quiet?” You felt the low rumble of agreement rather than with your ear, it makes you wonder if he takes it for granted that you don’t have the sharp hearing of him and his kin.

“If that would please you, my lady.” He says, looking over the party with an aching parody of drollness that it makes you giggle under your breath. 

The ellon takes a strawberry also and lets his gaze flick back to you while taking a small bite from it. There’s a sizzle of tension between you both, hot and heavy like before a thunderstorm. Feeling the brave courage of the wine in your veins you scan the room to make sure there was no audience to you and Haldir's little game. 

Seeing no spectators you arched an eyebrow and plucked the strawberry from his hand and let it tap at your bottom lip a second before sinking your teeth into it and letting the juice almost fall from your lips. Haldir had watched you with rapt attention the whole time, made you revel in the dark cast of his brilliant blue eyes. Pupils swallowing the iris till they drowned the blue.

“Very well, I’m going outside to take some air.” You announced to him, your voice thick with desire before brushing past him. A trail of fingertips against his hand still by his side you had walked over to your friends and told them you were going to retire to your rooms and sauntered out fully aware you were being watched.

Outside you had taken a deep breath and tried to cool the blistering heat of want that sat under your skin. The drink, you imagine, was not the wisest choice to do while this clearly besotted with a near stranger.

Walking to the little railing that overlooked the city below you stopped, resting your hands on it. The sound of a footstep approached from behind made you smile and you resisted the urge to turn to them as they stood a hair's breadth away.

“Marchwarden.” You said again and risked a glance at him. He was staring below with a tint to his cheeks that you assumed was from the heat of the party inside.

“Haldir,” He corrected softly, then ducked his head down a moment and gave a small cough. “While we’re alone you may call me by my name.” Haldir paused. "If you should desire." He gave the correction as if he wasn't completely convinced of your intentions.

"I greatly desire that Haldir.” You breathed and gave a thrilled grin. The ellon beside you tightened his grip on the railing when you had spoken his name so you tried it again. Letting it draw from your lips slowly and deliciously, tasting it on your tongue. 

“You wished to discuss something with me, my lady?” Haldir spoke through gritted teeth. You tutted and tilted your head at him.

“You should call me by my name also Haldir like we are friends.” You chided him and watched as his knuckles went white gripping the railing.

“You wish, we should be friends?” He muttered quietly and you dropped the teasing smile from your face.

“No.” You confessed with the groan of yearning you had harboured for the ellon who stood next to you.

“Good,” He whispered with what seemed like a relieved exhale. You let your hand move closer to his own on the railing, just a soft brush of the tips of your fingertips had him shuddering. “You are playing a dangerous game.” Haldir let out with a soft growl like distant thunder. The rumble made you shiver and your toes curled at the forbidden images it stirred in you. 

“If it’s a game you want to play I shall oblige you Haldir,” You had teased softly letting the evening breeze carry your voice away. 

Pulling away from the railing Haldir had followed the movement with a puzzled expression. Standing there with your hands clasped behind your back you felt the breeze flutter the skirt of your dress as you looked at the ellon with liquid courage in your belly.

“We can continue our conversation after.” You finished and attempted a coy smile but it shrank when he stood and loomed over you. A hot flame of unbridled lust hit you, licked up your spine at the sheer presence Haldir had. 

“And what is the game?” Haldir asked, tilting his head and with a curious voice.

"We can continue once you catch me." You breathed rising up and down slightly on your tiptoes. Haldir's stance changed, the curious puzzlement shifted into a coiled hunch. His head tilted again and it made you think of the large beasts in the forest. Eyes quick and teeth sharp ready to chase down and strike. 

You ran your tongue over one of your canine teeth. A show of bravado, a taste of your intent, a glimpse who you really were. You were no child to tease and run. You were a woman who knew what she wanted and more than capable of biting back. 

Haldir stands completely still and poised, awaiting the rules of the game. The only glimpse of emotion was that the ellon  swallowed hard at your action, his adam's apple bobbing.

"What prize do I win when I catch you?" Haldir asked and you know your own eyes are mirroring his own dilated with desire.

"Perhaps you shall be able to give me the kiss I shall always think of." You responded sweetly and his lips curled for a split second.

"I accept," He stated calmly without hesitation. "I will teach you what a real kiss is." He promised.

You can't help the rush of excitement, the arousal his gaze ignites in you as he takes one step forward. 

Taking one step back you had bitten your lip to stop the gasping giggle of nerves in your chest. He was still staring, unblinking, muscles clearly bunched and coiled even under the loose tunic. Broad shoulders rolled with anticipation and, Eru, that made you feverish with want. 

"Will you grant me a head start Marchwarden?" You ask breathely and Haldir's unwavering stare slowly blinks. Like he's engrained the sight of you behind his eyes. He gave a soft hum of acknowledgement and nod of his head.

Then with a slight curtsy and cocky grin you turned on your heel and sprinted into the evening.

That was how you had ended up hiding behind the fountain. Your anticipation of his promised kiss made you almost falter in your steps so he would finally catch you. But you would play this game, race to the finish line and win your prize. 

A light step stirred from behind and you held your breath. You had taken a peek from your hiding spot and gasped when long strong fingers were curled on the corner of the fountain behind you. The index finger tapped twice before sliding to hide again. You failed to hold back a giggle escaping you and strained your ears to pinpoint his next move. Your heartbeat thundered in your chest, fingers gripped your skirts in readiness to bolt again. 

A flash of blond hair from your right and you fled yelping and laughing. Reaching the other side of the garden you turn and see Haldir where you had been hiding, his hand on the spot where your body had been seeming to memorise the warmth your body had been. He looked up to see you there and there's a look of such longing that it knocked the breath from you. The urge to run to him filled your bones, thrummed in your veins, choking off your breath.

Instead you had given him a smile, brimming with your own yearning, your desperate need. There had been a long moment when you both stood there trying to convey to one another your heart's desire.

After a heartbeat Haldir stood straight again and smirked, alerting you immediately. Maintaining eye contact he made a deliberate step forward. Tensing up you gave another squeak of excitement and bounded off into the dark. 

Running, the night air whipped around you as you weaved through the familiar paths. Your feet made light work as you neared the end goal, your final destination.

Moonlight suddenly enveloped you as you reached the end goal. You had seen this remote spot in an earlier visit with your handsome tour guide. A small garden with columns surrounding a bench with sweet scented roses. 

Stopping in the garden close to one of the columns you spun around, your dress swirling at your waist. Behind in the dark of the pathway you caught a glimpse of silver hair, raising a hand to your chest you try to calm your chittering nerves.

Slowly, step by step Haldir crept into the garden. You were clearly reminded of who he is, what he is, Marchwarden and guardian of this place. Lifetimes trained to defend, a sentinel of silent deadliness. A hunter who now had his eyes trained on you. 

You fail to suppress the shudder that goes through you, goosebumps rippling across your skin as you finally make eye contact with him. Shadows gave way, falling from him, as Haldir was finally fully bathed in moonlight. 

He approached slowly, seeming to sense the excitement in you. Whether the ellon wanted to make certain you were still sure of your earlier intent or perhaps it was in his nature as a hunter to approach his prey with caution? A cornered animal is at its most dangerous then after all.

So with that you lifted your chin up and taken another step back to feel the reassuring presence of the stone column behind you. Your eyes never strayed from the ellon coming towards you, the thundering in your chest is now not because of the chase. Haldir tilted his head again and paused.

"You give up?" He asked, curious and almost disappointed that you had stopped.

"We will be alone here, yes?" You counter and Haldir nods, blinking slowly.

"No one visits here at this time." He confirms and you relaxed against the column.

"Good," Your voice was barely a whisper as you threw him a reassuring smile. "No one to interrupt our discussion." You finished grinning at him.

Haldir hovered a little closer and gave a little laugh.

"You are very different." He said and moved into your personal space. Tilting your head back to keep his gaze you pouted a little.

"Is that bad?" You asked.

"No," he breathed and let one arm lean on the column you rested on. Leaning down he crowds in on you, and your breath quickened. You could smell his scent, wild and fresh like the forest surrounding this haven. 

"No, living as long as I have, different, should be celebrated." He explained moving to bring his lips to your ear, his nose traced the shell of it. The tremble that it elicits causes you to bite your lip with a catch of breath. 

"Will you claim your prize?" You ask hoarsely, your eyelashes fluttered as he pressed closer. Tilting your head again you let your lips brush against the alluring column of Haldir's neck. Your mouth close enough to his skin you could taste him on your lips. He hummed deeply in his chest, the vibrations rumbled through you both. 

"Soon." He promised his breath against your ear making you whimper. "I will teach you what a real kiss is."

Haldir shifted his body and with a little trepidation ran his hands along your jaw. You let your eyes open to see his gaze studying you. Those impossible blue, now sliver regarding you closely, to gauge any discomfort on your part. 

Raising your own hands you let them rest on his, your thumbs stroking against the battle  scarred skin of his. Through parted lips you darted your tongue out to wet them and couldn't help the sense of satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath at your action. 

"You tease me." He muttered in an accusatory tone.

"I don't know what you mean Marchwarden." Your laugh is an indecent purr. 

His eyes roll white a moment at the way you address him as a violent tremble shaked him. When Haldir looks at you again the tease in you curls up as his gaze ripped through you, stripping you bare to bone. Naked and vulnerable under the watchful moon, those hunters' eyes are almost black. 

A small ancestral part of you hisses danger to you. Run, run, little thing before you get gobbled up, consumed in one bite.

Another grin tugs your lips, showing teeth wide and bright. You're no little mouse to hide, you have your own claws, your own hunger. Haldir's lips twitch then curl into a small smile before he whispers your name. Soft like velvet across your skin, a dark caress that fills your mind, that has you close your eyes to savour the sensation.

The adrenaline is a heady concoction with the earlier wine, feeling daring you move your hands from his and let them rest on Haldirs chest. Your fingers smoothed over the hard defined muscle under his loose tunic. 

The ellons own had moved to tilt your face up, calloused worn thumbs swept over your cheekbones. Haldir's name rolled off your tongue as it always did in your dreams of him, full of want and longing. It felt strange to say it aloud, sacrilegious to be able to speak it so. This perfect being you had fantasised about was now holding you, caressing you like he had dreamed of this also.

The scent of roses clung to his skin as you both stood curled around each other. Neither wanting it to end, let the night hold you like this forever and that is how you had stayed. Haldir pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, eyelids and brow. You grew more feverish and whimpered for him to finally bestow the finishing blow and kiss you fully.

Your fingers tangle in his tunic dragging him close, loathed to let any space between you both. 

Haldir sings your name and you open your eyes to see him watching you. There's a wrinkle in his brow, a tension to his shoulders as a hand moves to cup your jaw. Sweeping your hands you curl them around his neck and let your nails drag softly against his skin. He seems nervous, or as close to an approximation to it that you can tell. It's a sharp contrast from his usual stoic demeanour. 

Silken hair cascades over your fingers, like silver moonlight. Curling your fingers through it you ventured this was as close as to holding starlight, it's utterly bewitching. The fingers that still brush softly at the nape of Haldir's neck dip tantalising below the neck of his tunic. There's a hint of that bulk of muscle shifting again, like the roll of thunder, a force of nature. 

The fluttering if your heart beats out a frantic tattoo as Haldir's arms wrap around you. It's with a delicate care, testing your boundaries when you feel his fingers stroke your waist. A soft gasp escapes you as his free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, strong fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs your heads back exposing your neck. 

Haldir's name chokes out your dry throat, when his breath fans across your pulse point, his nose nuzzling just under your ear. A whimper reverberates through you at plush lips pressed against your neck, the sensation as they made a slow trail along to your jugular and the fingers in your hair strong and insistent to keep you in place make you giddy.

Instinctively drag your nails along the perfect skin under your fingertips making Haldir groan softly. Your reward is the sharp scrape of his teeth that rips a sound from you that borders on animalistic. 

Haldir presses soft open mouthed kisses in a soothing gesture but it's too late for you. The feverish dizziness consumes you, shaking you to the core. Heady intoxication from wine is a poor comparison to the way your blood sings in your veins under his touch. You hold Haldir tight to you, convinced you can both stay like this forever, drunk on each other under the moon.

The fingers on your waist splay out, the searing heat of them surely branding you. Haldir nips at your throat again letting out a low pitched moan that you answer with your own. He must be leaving marks that a deep animalistic part of you craves. Dipping your fingers under the neck of his tunic again you claw at Haldir making him grunt and press you hard against the column. 

Arching against him you give a keening cry and eyes roll in your head at a hot sensation on your skin. A questing tongue flicking and dragging against your neck tasting you, his lips moving higher to your ear.

Haldir's nose nuzzles against you again, his own breath hurried as his fingers tighten on you. There's a sense of proud accomplishment that you of all people have caused this transformation in the Marchwarden. He's whispering in a low purr words you can't understand but the tone you can, it mirrors your own gasping pleas of want. 

"Please." You beg with no mind to your pride. Haldir groans low in his throat and the fingers on your waist disappear but before you mourn their loss you feel them again on your jaw. Haldir's thumb presses on your bottom lip and you instinctively nip and lick at it. A shudder rips through the ellon wrapped around you at your action.

The fingers on your jaw tighten for a second before twisting your face to his own. His lips are so close to your own you feel his panting breath, the heat of his already kiss swollen lips. Opening your eyes you look at him with a teary gaze, unable to hide the sheer desperation in them. 

Haldir meets your gaze with dark eyes, pupils blown wide.

"Haldir," you groan. "Please have pity on me." His eyes dip to your lips as you lick them.

"Yes meleth nin," Haldir's usual calm composed voice now choked out and gruff. "I shall take pity on us both." He stated.

Giving a rattled breath your eyes flutter close as Haldir presses his lips to your own, you both sigh in sated anticipation. His kiss is a lingering taste to savour you as he nips and sucks at your plush lips. Long and careful movements that unravel you with precision. Nothing can compare to this, your dreams and fantasies are poor fare to the reality. 

With your soft hiccups and moans Haldir's resolve starts to waver. What started out as a soft press of lips quickly evolves into a messy clash of teeth and tongue. Your fingers in Haldir's hair tug insistently, a warning not to stop. Haldir grunts and his fingers on your jaw near the border on bruising, but you have no mind to care. You'll wear them and his other marks with quiet pride.

Sliding your tongue against Haldir's you gasp which Haldir swiftly swallows. Sucking on his bottom lips causes a growl from the Marchwarden that makes your toes curl before he dives back in at you again. 

His ministrations make you reel, like a leaf in a storm whipped around. Hypoxia bleeds into your vision as you shiver and moan, Haldir stealing your breath. You pull away a moment and gulp air inelegantly, your hand not trapped in Haldir's hair cups his jaw, then move to trace his swollen lips to keep contact with him. 

Haldir presses soft kisses to your fingertips and when he sees you have your breath returned pushes past your hand to claim your lips again. Your fingers twitch and grapple to find purchase in Haldir's onslaught. 

You finally settle on his jaw again letting them flutter up to trace his ears. The reaction is visceral, violent shivers rocks through Haldir as he moans loudly. His chest heaves against your own as you meld into one another. Another desperate grapple at one another ensues to conquer, to consume the other, to become one.

Before you can press this advantage Haldir pulls away abruptly causing you to fall forward into him. He pulls you against his chest, letting you catch your breath. 

Tilting your head up you look to him confused but he's looking away into the darkness of the corridors beyond.

"Someone was approaching," he says softly, his fingers rubbing softly at the base of your head. You let your head rest against his chest, tucked safely under his chin. Words are beyond you as you try to reclaim your wits again but sure you're punch drunk. 

"It is getting late, perhaps we should continue our conversation tomorrow?" He states his question wavered with hope.

"Yes, tomorrow." You whisper into his chest loathed to move from his scent.

"I know of a place where no one will interrupt us, some place I would like to share with you."  Haldir states softly running a hand up your back, tracing your spine. 

You press yourself against him and sigh with content at the promise of tomorrow. Of Haldir wanting to share something precious of his life with you. 

"I would like that very much, Haldir." You reply and feel him shift slightly. The hand on your back moves to tilt your face up to look at him again. There's a look of satisfaction on his face for a mere moment at your appearance, soft doe-eyed and docile in his arms.

"Will you allow me to escort you back to your room?" He asks and you stifle a laugh. After what you had both just done, how he had reduced you to a quivering mess, to have him sound so proper was equal parts amusing and heartwarming.

"Please." You reply and take a moment to figure out if your legs will cooperate after the heady onslaught of a moment ago.

As you pull back slightly you straighten your clothing and idly hope you don't run into anyone on the way back. You must look like a complete shambles. Seemingly reading your thoughts Haldir reaches out and tucks some errant hair behind your ear before pressing close to kiss you again.

You squeak in surprise before melting against him again. The frantic energy from before still sizzles under your skin but Haldir seems to have a presence of mind to pull back again. 

Standing stupefied you feel Haldir tuck your arm through his own and whisk you away along unfamiliar paths. There's a sharp pang of grief of having to leave the sanctuary of moonlight and roses. But Haldir's presence at your side eases it immediately. 

There's twists and turns along darkened corridors that you are eternally grateful for being empty. Though you knew that was due to your guide's expertise in stealth, his feet lead you seemingly by second nature on desolate paths.

Soon enough you saw the familiar door of your room and a dread filled you at the realisation of having to separate from the ellon at your side.

Slowing down you both reach the door and begrudgingly you slip your arm free from Haldir. There's the distant noise of the party still in the throes of going on but all you want is the next day to come. 

Standing before Haldir you feel suddenly coy. Looking up at him under your lashes you fold your hands primly in front of you. You're sure anyone who may see would be adequately fooled into thinking you a chaste soul. And not the raging maelstrom of lust that the handsome Marchwarden stirs in you. 

Haldir tilts his head at your act and there's a moment of his eyes darkening again before he takes control of himself.

"Thank you for the tour, I enjoyed our conversation." You say saccharin sweet, Haldir ducks his head down a moment to hide the huff of a laugh.

"Hopefully it was memorable." He quips and you can't stop the small giggle escaping you as he glances up at you again.

"It was," you reply "Though I'm afraid my memory may fail me and I will need reminding Marchwarden." You confess softly and can see the twitch of his lips before his expression falls back into the easy mask of composure.

"I'm at your disposal my lady." Haldir pledges. Giving a small bow to you, he rises and you see the twinkle of mirth and promise in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Till tomorrow then?" You ask with baited breath. Haldir breaths quietly and you're quite sure he's fighting the urge to kiss you again. 

"Tomorrow and many more." He vows.

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

firstly happy new year!

i wanted to tell you i love your works and maybe ask if i can request a Thorin's company x reader where the reader is from our world and has many tattoos (like a full sleeve) and the company's reaction, maybe the dwarves show their tattoos too?

thank youuu so much!

Ooh, this is cool! Sorry it took so long this got buried in my inbox 😣 I’m going to try to keep the tattoos as vague/open as possible but I may describe em here & there, sorry 😅 Hope this is enjoyable & accurate hehe, ya girl does not have any tattoos herself~

Warnings: slight suggestive jokes, minor blood in one

Showing Thorin’s Company Your Tattoos

Balin

It started the moment he pulled out the contract. You’d gone traveling with the company but not officially joined until this moment. Soon as the parchment unfurled, you began rolling your sleeves up and out of ink’s way. Glancing upward, you caught Balin’s eyes upon the designs inked into your skin. “Oh,” you cocked your head, pen momentarily forgotten, “have you never seen tattoos like this before?” Such a question earned you a sudden burst of laughter from the white-haired dwarf, who shook his head. “Nay, not in the slightest! Quite the opposite. We dwarves are famous for our designs. I suppose that yes, I’ve never seen ones like yours,” he glances over yours once more, “but many I have seen.” Suddenly you felt compelled to ask: “Well, do you like them?” Balin smiled. “Of course I do! Just because they are different doesn’t mean they are bad. Watch out for my brother, though, he’ll be itching to give you a new one if you get on his good side.” He gave a wink and that sealed it for you- you knew it already, but it rang through your head once more that you had a place in this company.

Dwalin

It had started with a compliment. “I like your tattoos,” you told the shaven-headed dwarf with a smile and a nod his way. He looked surprised, then pride settled into his eyes beneath the fire’s flicker. “Thanks. Bet you’ve never seen anything like ‘em before, eh?” Matching Dwalin’s smug smile, you rolled up your sleeve to reveal the art covering your own body. “By my beard,” he breathed. “Would you believe me if I said there was more where that came from?” You teased. “May not have before,” the dwarf grinned, “but I certainly do now. Bet you don’t know what mine mean, though…” "Well then, tell me." Brows raising, he crosses his arms and looks you over as if anew. "And perhaps if you prove yourself, I can add to your collection." As you can imagine, this turned into quite a long conversation.

Thorin

The king-to-be’s eyebrows raise, a look of pure shock crossing his regal features when you expose the long expanses of tattoos you’ve decorated yourself with. Arching a brow, you assume it is some sort of royal sensibility and roll your eyes, at least until you hear Thorin’s faint words emerge, barely above a whisper. “My sister has something quite like that. May I?” Stunned, you simply nod, holding your arm out as Thorin draws closer, fingers gently brushing over your inked skin as a small smile creeps to his lips. “I remember when she got it. She wanted me to get one, too, but I was too afraid.” A deep chuckle. “You, I see, do not lack the courage. Dis would like you. Very much,” he comments, blue eyes shining into yours.

Oin

“You’ve gotta be more careful next time,” Oin shakes his head as he lowers you onto the blanket, one hand tucked carefully behind your head. “You’re welcome,” you grin, though the expression quickly turns into a wince as pain arcs up your newly acquired wound. Tutting, Oin says nothing, opting instead to strip off your layers to dab at the blood collecting there. He pauses, though, over your bared skin. “You never told me…” Gloved hand waving vaguely over you, and you chuckle weakly. “What, that I have an amazing pain tolerance?” “That’s one way to put it,” he replies, “and let’s hope so. You’ll need it. They did heal quite nicely, you know. Half the ones I’ve done looked a mess after.” “You do tattoos, huh?” You chuckle again, smiling up at him as he worked. “Now that I’d like to see.”

Gloin

Bursting into hearty laughter, Gloin claps a hand to your shoulder. "Thinkin' you can beat Dwalin, are you?” Obviously you are quite confused, tilting your head at him until you trace the line of his eyes to your exposed wrist. The edges of a tattoo showed there, bringing a chuckle to your lips. “Hadn’t thought of it like that,” you shot back, “but I suppose I would have him bested.” Gloin bursts into hearty laughter as you push up your sleeve to reveal skin entirely covered. “Bless me, I was teasing you! You really went for it, though! What did you do for yours? I managed to barter for mine,” he grins, pushing up his own sleeve to reveal a design near his shoulder. “I wish that was how it worked for me,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at the thought of all your lost money, “where I come from, it’s pay or nothing.” Cue Gloin lining you up deeds to get dwarven ink done should you so desire.

Bifur

Catching Bifur gesturing your way, you frown slightly and turn back around, fixing him with a look of concern at his hasty motions. Finally, he traces a hand up his arm, prompting you to peer down at your own. Ah, right. He'd probably never caught a glimpse of your tattoos before. You nod, sign a 'what?' you hope doesn't come across too cheeky, and grin when he gives up and rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. “Well,” you ask, “like ‘em?” In all honesty, you have no expectation for his reply, but the enthusiastic nod and tug up of his tunic still has your eyebrows raising in shock. He has one, too, it seems, at least the one, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s quite similar to one of yours. Smiling, you wondered if that was as meaningful to him as it was to you.

Bofur

“Well you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You aren’t even certain what the hatted dwarf means until you follow his gaze down the length of the arm you’d bared to spearfish with, tracing the lines of your tattoos. “So you could say,” you reply mystically, waving fingers until the both of you are laughing. “Which one’s your favorite? I wanna see ‘em all. Well, if you’ll let me, of course, and…" Cutting him off with a hand held up and a smile, you answer, "I know what you mean. When we're done here, we'll need some time by the fire. I'll show you then." Eyes shining, Bofur gives you a grin and wades into the river with you. That evening, as you sat and warmed your soaked legs by the toasty fire, you rolled up your sleeve all the way this time, telling him the story of every single tattoo and chortling at his animated commentary.

Bombur

The others saw them, but Bombur’s reaction amused you the most by far. Without thinking, he grabbed your arm and held it up, eyes scanning your art beneath the warmth of his gentle hold. “Well,” you chuckled, “what do you think, do you approve?” “I quite like yours,” he agreed, “yours are pictures. I like them better than Dwalin’s.” A call of protest from the warrior dwarf rang out defending both his own art and of course the traditions of their people. But if you have any of things Bombur enjoys most, things representing family, food, animals, nature, and the like, he keeps fighting for you to the last word! "But I like the pictures! Have you seen them? Come have a look here." There you stand, your hand tightly in Bombur's grip, but you cannot help smiling.

Dori

The two of you had all but insisted the dwarves finally wash some of their layers, so they agreed under the express conditions that the ones who cared so do it. As you knelt at the riverside with a bundle of (frankly filthy) clothing, you rolled up your sleeves to the elbows and saw Dori staring out of the corner of your eye. He didn’t look particularly scandalized and you were used to eyes upon your art, expected it even. “Looking at these?” You asked with a smile. Sheepishly he nodded. “My brother has a couple of those. Always trying to get me to have one done,” he scoffed, “but I don’t exactly fancy a voluntary stabbing myself.” You can’t help laughing at that. “They certainly did hurt,” you agree in your mirth. Dori’s eyes slid down your forearm one more time. “You must be quite tough, then, aren’t you? Strong and sensible,” he beams.

Nori

One of your tattoos is especially meaningful, so the moment its subject comes up in conversation you are peeling back layers to reveal it. Many dwarven eyebrows raise as the sun strikes your skin, but you can’t help noticing Nori specifically, the look of intrigue and perhaps something else in his eyes. Challenging him with a look, you cock your head a bit at him. “Didn’t realize you had any,” he says simply. With a faint snort, you nod. “Well, here you go,” you roll up your sleeve further. Nori’s eyes trail up and down the expanse of skin one more time. “I’ve got a few myself.” Naturally, you ask him where, and that is when he breaks into a rakish smile and winks. “You’ll have to guess.”

Ori

Smiling at Ori as you accepted his sketchbook, you pushed back your sleeve to save it from smudging his work or the addition he'd welcomed you to make on a new page. An entry into his little world you were honored at the invitation to create. But when you glanced back up at the dwarf, your joy faded sharply away at the widening of his eyes. Shock, no doubt, at the revelation of the ink covering your forearm, designs you'd hidden for fear of distaste or harsh questioning. Quickly you slid the fabric back down, but Ori just gaped, looking more than a bit awed. "You have so many. Did they hurt?" A common enough question, posed innocently as you'd expect from the company's youngest. "Some more than others, that is for sure," you answered simply, "but I took it in silence." Humming in further awe, Ori leaned closer to you. "Nori screamed like a baby bird the whole time he got his." Bursting suddenly from your chest, your laughter cascaded over your whole body in relief, comfort returning to your little world. "I quite like yours better than his, too, especially that one," Ori added, pointing where he'd seen a particularly nice piece. Perhaps you should have known the artist would understand.

Fili

“Whatcha got there?” Glancing down at the utensil in your hand, you shrug. “Ladle. I was helping Bombur do the rinsing.” At that, the elder Durin heir smirks. “Not that,” he says, gesturing up from your hand, “those.” Right. “Oh, my tattoos? If you’ve never seen anything like them, I can tell you-” “Never seen anything like it?” Fili snorts in amusement, crossing his arms. “I take it you’ve not looked upon the dwarven kings of old.” Removing his coat and outer tunic, he bares his own arms. “I’d like to get mine here.” He touches his bicep. “One ringing each side.” “How convenient,” you tease as he flexes the toned muscle of his arms. “What?” “Nothing,” you snort, shaking your head.

Kili

The pair of you had been sparring, Kili parrying your every move before you finally sat down in defeat, accepting a newly-filled waterskin gratefully. The dwarf kept teasing you, saying all that he could about how well he knew you and the like. "Why, I practically know everything about you," he said with a proud look, "you'll not be surprising me any time soon." "Well, then, if you know me so well," you countered, "which tattoo is my favorite?" "Very funny, you haven't any..." Kili's eyes widened as you rolled up your sleeve, scanning every inch of ink. "...Tattoos." "What was that you were saying?" You asked, smirking into his speechless gape. Curse him, he regained his composure quickly, though, expression falling back into the smile you had to admit you loved. "Well, I certainly know which one is my favorite."

Bilbo

You start tugging at your top at the collarbones and Bilbo’s eyes practically pop out of his head when your tattoos peep at him. “You too?” He asks, tone incredulous. Chuckling in amusement, you fix him with an inquisitive look. “And what does that mean?” “Well,” he begins, voice faltering, “I suppose I just thought of that as, well, as a dwarf thing. What with Dwalin and all.” “Surprise,” you tease him with a grin, exposing more skin he flushes at the sight of, “but look, I think you’ll quite like this one…” Any tattoo you have from nature, after all, surely catches the hobbit's gentle eye in a heartbeat. “Oh, that is… quite beautiful,” Bilbo breathes with a faraway smile, “can I touch it? Wait, what am I saying, I’m sorry…”

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OMG i just read the Mission of Misunderstanding about Kili x Reader and couild you please write something similar with Fili x Human Reader??🙏🙏🙏🙏

please plaese and thank uuuu

+ second anon: "Hiii so I really loved that thing u wrote about Kíli x reader, I think it was Mission of Misunderstanding and basically Id love to read something similar about Fíli 🫶😅 Hope youre doing well <3" Guess this was a highly requested scenario hehe! Enjoy this scenario and its humor twist 😁

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN. THIS IS A MONTHS-OLD DRAFT THAT HAS BEEN FINISHED.***

Why Him?- Fili x F!Human!Reader

You were, quite frankly, not in the mood. For what? For anything, not when you despised getting wet and you'd been sent on a ride down some Valar-accursed river hanging on the edge of an empty wine barrel, tumbling only into its musty, red-stained interior when fear of a great approaching wave propelled you over the side. At least Gloin hadn't had the nerve to laugh, or else he and his wife would've had no chance of a second child. Not that it wasn't a bit late for that, but dwarves were persistent buggers, you'd learned, and they lived a long time. Beside, that was none of your business. Not a particularly pretty mental image, either.

Now the princes, on the other hand? More specifically the prince, the one with cascading golden hair and steady eyes that still managed to burn with mischief and a kindly way that looked like it would grip hold of you and—

Alright, maybe you were in the mood for one thing.

Not right then, though, not while you were wet and bedraggled and utterly sad. So exhausted and defeated you could barely get up any fear upon seeing an arrow pointing your way over the rocks you'd dropped to. As it turned out, though, the man was a ferryman. Or at least he was your ferryman. A father, from Bilbo's kind questioning, and a working man. He seemed kind, handsome, wise, a good head on his shoulders. Didn't even judge you for the drowned-rat look your hair was sporting, so you trusted him well enough.

Taking a solitary corner of the barge, you dropped to a seated position upon the sanded wood and leaned, trying not to mope as hard beneath the gently paddling sounds of wood through still lake water.

"Why don't I help you with that?"

The sound got a bit of a start from you, not quite a jump, but enough to jerk your head upward to meet the diminutive obstruction that was Bilbo, a concerned little look furrowing his brow as if he was a worried uncle or something.

“With what?” You asked, slowly drying head cocked.

“You have enough hair. I could braid it so it keeps out of your face while it dries. If- if you want, of course.”

Music! Music to your drowned ears! For the first time in what felt like ages, a smile lit up your face. “I do. I do want. Thank you, Bilbo.”

“Of course,” he smiled back, “Here. Face the water.”

You swiveled in your seat far as you could, legs pointed one way and waist twisted the other, overlooking rocks and ruins and stone statues half-submerged as Bard paddled your company closer to Laketown and Bilbo’s small fingers worked delicate magic. Every weave of your hair lightened your drenched mood, untangling the cloud about your head as much as it did the burrs and leaves and barrel-chips from your mess of locks. Forget Gandalf— Bilbo was your wizard!

~

By every power above, you’d never been so thankful to be a woman. A whole lot of dwarves was far too suspicious a thing to parade into one’s house, but a lone, half-drowned-looking lady? Why not? You were one of the blessed minority that hadn’t any need to get buried in fish or climb through Bard’s toilet. No, there you stood at his side, playing the lost-soul bit perfectly in the blanket he’d let you drape around your shoulders, smiling at your salvation both by him and by Bilbo.

Snickering, of course, as you reached down a hand and pulled up a few of your companyman such as a fretting Dori and a glowering Gloin. You’d exchanged distant chuckles with Kili, but Fili had only tilted his head at you and stared like he’d never seen you before. The look was too curious, too perturbed, to heat your cheeks, leaving only questions burning holes in your head even as his little brother elbowed you and pointed to Dwalin’s face.

Fear was nothing synonymous with Fili, not of battle or conversation or adventure from your experience. It was one of the qualities you simultaneously envied and loved. Yet he did not approach you through it all, not while the others bathed or while Bard and his daughters brought dry clothing in great fur-lined stacks.

It was only after mugs of steaming broth were thrust into the hands of all the companyman, your own treasure stowed away as you darted to a distant seat across the cozy wood abode, that he found his way to you.

"Can I ask you one thing?"

You felt your brows furrow before any thought crossed you to do so, your eyes darting to the gnarled but somehow still post-dwarf-boots sparkling clean floorboards. Soon as your eyes met Fili's pale blue stare, though, your lips arced in an utter betrayal of a smile.

"Anything."

"Why him?"

Wrinkles would be in your future, deep ones if all this creasing of brows kept up. Why who? Why Bard? Better him than that boiled creep he described always hanging around the town's Master. Why the boy, Bard's young son who sat about Oin and Kili asking for archery tips and battle stories? He was a teenager, for skies' sakes! All sense had seemingly abandoned the beautiful blonde dwarf. That was the only conclusion you could draw as your gaze swept over Fili's mane and tilted head and back around the crowded room and its many bodies.

"Why who?"

"What was it about Bilbo," Fili continued, giving a brief nod the hobbit's way, "that got you? He always acts like a father to you. You... like that, I guess? Wouldn't have taken you for it, but I'm glad you're happy. Really, I am. We all are, we just never thought he seemed all that interested. If he is, though, by all means—"

"Got me to do what?" You shrugged, rolling your eyes at Fili's dramatics and taking another invigorating sip of broth; he was just joking about after all. "If he's sending you to hound me about that tea bag I stole off him, of course I'm not interested. Tell him not to worry, I wasn't flirting, I just wanted some good tea and thought it was funny. Saved it from the river, too, if you think about it, because not one day later and that little thing would have been ruined. You scared me, Fili, I thought you were upset with me!"

"Well, no," his jaw dropped, eyes darting up and to the side somewhere past your eyes, "To be honest I simply—"

"He was wonderin' about the braid, lass!" Bofur chimed in. "He couldn't care less about any tea bag, he wants to know why you got engaged at such an odd time!"

When you got excuse me? "Seriously, who's got you all on this? You all know I've never been engaged a day in my life! The only reason I got all dolled up," you snorted, "If you can call braiding my hair back that, is because I felt like a drowned rat! If I was trying to please any of you, you would know it!"

"So you and Bilbo aren't—"

"Bofur, so help me, if you finish that sentence."

"Well," Fili sighed, eyes sliding back to what you realized was your hair of all things, then your eyes, "That's a bit of a relief. Thought for a moment you were into older men. Older hobbits, even. Lot you'd be missing out on."

His gaze, intent as it always was, was typically soft. This look he was giving you, though? Some sort of shadow had cast over it, a warm one. Something much more closely related to your mental image from earlier, in fact, and...oh. No. No. ...Yes. Yes!

Graciously you allowed a smirk to make your lips its plaything. "Missing out on a lot, you say? Such as?"

Most of the company and even the girls had been staring back and forth, heads bobbing a bit at this dwarf and that and back to you with the exchange, but they remained wide-eyed as ever and quite static when Fili closed the space between you in one deft motion, hands upon your hips as he dipped you down against him and absolutely ravished your lips with his.

"Such as that, I think. Doubt Bilbo could do that."

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“One Kiss Before Battle” 

Thorin has forbidden you from falling in love with Fili. But Fíli complicates that by asking for a single kiss in case it’s the last time he sees you.

Word count: 737

Warnings: Lots of fluff and angst! Not proofread

“Y/N!”

You turn around hearing Fili call out to you. You had been getting ready to go into battle, well you were trying. You had been struggling to put on the armor that had been chosen out for you for the last few minutes. 

“Mind giving me a hand?” You ask.

“I have to ask you something first.”

Fili grabs your hand and drags you down a few hallways away from the rest of the group. He stops when you can just barely hear the others talking.

“What is it, Fili?” You ask when he hasn’t spoken for a minute. 

“Y/n…”

He lowers his head, you raise it back up by touching his cheek.

“You know you can ask or tell me anything right?” You assure him.

He takes a minute to respond.

“I think I have fallen in love with you.”

You look into his eyes and then you look away, down the hallway where you had just come from.

“You know you can’t love me. It has been forbidden.”

“I do not care. My uncle can tear us apart, lock me up in the dungeons, send us far away from each other, and yet I will still love you.”

You look back at him in shock and are almost speechless.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because when we go into this battle, we may not make it out.”

“Don’t say that, we’ll both be fine.” You’re trying to reassure yourself as much as him.

“But just in case, Y/n. I wanted to ask you for a kiss, just one, and you never have to kiss me again if you wish it. But just for this once… so that I can carry it into battle. with me.”

You turn around, walking a few paces away, in disbelief, but also trying to hide your tears from him.

“Y/n… please?”

You pause and think about it for barely a moment, while Fili is giving up hope. You slowly turn back around seeing him staring at the ground. You don’t have to make your decision, it’s already been chosen.

Fili stumbles backwards surprised when you crash into him, quickly placing your lips on his. He recovers from the surprise and pushes you gently back against the wall, cupping your face with his hands as you grab his shoulders. 

Your remain that way for what feels like hours, until you hear — CRASH. You and Fili jump apart from each other, looking to see who or what made the noise. A shield is lying about halfway down the hallway, and you hear someone gagging, though that is getting quieter indicating that they are running away. Both you and Fili say “Kili” at the same time, while laughing. 

“I should go.” You say as you start moving away from Fili.

“Y/n.”

“I’ll see you before the battle.” You walk away as fast as your legs let you without actually running. 

You stop around the next hallway taking a second to breathe and think through all that just happened. You can’t believe that Fili loves you, you had been forbidden by Thorin to fall in love with either of the princes since you were not royalty. You stand up straight and compose yourself walking back towards the group.

--After the battle--

“See I told you we would be fine.”

Fili laughs, “I wasn’t to sure there for a few moments until you came in and helped.”

“Well, I guess you didn’t need that kiss then after all.”

“But what if I would like another?”

“Fili… your uncle has banned us from ever being able to love.”

“But-“

“We can never be together Fili. I am not royalty, you are the crown prince of Erebor. It just can’t happen.”

“As I have told you before, I do not care about such things. Yes, I am the crown prince of Erebor, I cannot ignore that. But this love we have for each other, I cannot ignore that either. Y/n, I will love you until the world ends, I will fight beasts and dragons over and over again until we can be together.”

You look at him with tears in your eyes, but also… love. One that has grown inside you over the many months it has taken to get to Erebor.

“I promise you Y/n, I will not let this go until we find a way."

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could you do fili with praise for kinktober please💞💞

kinktober, episode 1 <3

author's note: the way I am so numb and horny after writing this means I desperately need to go touch some grass. anyways, I'm so excited to start off kinktober with a cute Fíli drabble <3 feel free to request more if this one really got y'all going :) enjoy!

Pairing: Fíli / Gender-neutral Reader

Word Count: 850

summary: porn without any plot in sight <3

content warnings: nsfw, cowgirl/riding, needy/whiny men, need I say more?

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

“You’re taking me so well,” he cooed as you slowly eased yourself along his length. The pleasure was more than enough to send you reeling as you grinded down on top of his lap.

“I always do,” you hummed, setting a slow pace as you savored the feeling of him filling you up. “Don’t I, Fíli?”

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes as he watched you take all of him, smiling when you wrapped one of your hands in his hair to anchor yourself. “Fuck, ghivashel…”

His eyes rolled back for a moment from the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum already making a mess where you two were connected. 

With a playful smirk, you positioned his head to face you dead on. “Come on, now. Don’t grow quiet now, love. Tell me how good I’m making you feel, hm?”

He pulled you close, chuckling as he planted kisses along your neck. “You always look so gorgeous when you’re like this.” His hands found purchase on your sides, massaging circles along your hips as he watched you take him so deliciously. 

Your pace quickened at the praise, deciding to reward him for his good behavior. “And?”

His breathing was becoming slightly uneven now and it was taking all of his willpower to not turn the tides and pound you into the mattress. Gods, the things you did to him were enough to drive him crazy. 

“A-and,” he paused, a moan ripping out of him as you slammed your hips against his. “That’s it, right there. Please, don’t stop now. You’re perfect.”

His kisses were becoming more sloppy against your skin as he teased one of your nipples with his tongue, eliciting a moan out of you as you leaned into his touch. You tightened your grip on his hair and smiled at the way he melted into the palm of your hand. Just the sight of him desperately trying to keep it together was enough to make you even wetter as you continued bouncing on his cock. 

“Ahh, please,” he whined, bucking his hips up into you, reaching deeper inside you as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, your moans and heavy breathing only warming his ears. “Y/N, it’s like you were made for me, for this… Nobody else can fuck me the way you do.”

A sharp cry came from you as a padded thumb found your clit, rubbing gently in tandem with his thrusts and your grinding. “Fuck, Fíli, you’re doing so good. Keep talking, please.” 

Between his whining voice and the sheer pleasure of you riding him, you could tell you were getting close. 

And between your dominating attitude and the way your pussy was drowning his cock, he was also very close to the brink. 

But that dominating attitude was quickly whittling away with every thrust of your lover as he bullied his cock deeper inside you, going faster and harder as he sent you bouncing on his cock. Your hands moved to steady themselves on his shoulders, digging your nails and leaving red marks on his war-scarred skin just to anchor yourself as best as possible.

“You’re driving me wild, Y/N–” He was barely keeping himself coherent now as his thrusts sent you bouncing on his cock with such intensity that you were starting to go dumb. “Fuck, I’m getting close now.”

“Fíli, don’t stop,” you pleaded, biting into his shoulder now to keep yourself from melting into his violent pacing. “Come on now, we can hang in there a little longer, hm?”

He let out a guttural moan at your words, knowing it would be more fun if he complied. 

“Anything for you, ghivashel,” he whined in between thrusts, trying his best to hold out. “Gods, you’re so warm, so tight. You’re so fucking perfect. I could fuck you like this forever–”

More babbling spewed from your lover’s lips as he lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure of your pussy pulsing around his length as you came. 

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his name was all you could scream, his thrusts slowing down enough for you to ride your high before quickly speeding back up so he could chase his own. Tears brewed in your eyes as the overstimulation was starting to hit you, feeling so sensitive that pain and pleasure seemed one and the same now. You bit his shoulder harder this time, knowing it would certainly leave a mark in the morning, and the next few thrusts led to him painting your walls white. 

A mixture of him and you was beginning to leak out from where you were connected as the two of you could only swallow each other’s moans in the sloppiest kiss imaginable. His hands rubbing soothing circles into your back now as your own moved to massage his now tender shoulders.

“Shall we keep going?” You grinned, feeling him begin to grow hard again as you moved yourself against him.

“Give me just a moment to recover,” he breathed. “But absolutely.”

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𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓐 𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓭!

part one. part two (you are here).

synopsis. when tasked as the newest social media manager for Middle Earth's biggest metal band, the bassist makes it his mission to personally piss you off <3

pairing. Fíli / Gender-Neutral Reader

content. enemies to lovers, metal band! AU, modern tolkien! AU, slightly fem-aligned reader, possible ooc Thorin

song inspiration. "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran, "Dragula" by Rob Zombie, "Hysteria" by Muse

wc. 4652

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Two weeks had passed since that wild rainy night, but with how busy you were, it felt like years. Finally finished in Gondor, you had just finished touring in Rohan and were scheduled to arrive in Moria by tomorrow night. Each performance left you all running ragged as this stretch of the tour allowed little time for freedom; the moment the band was offstage, it was time to move to the next city or town. But the hustle and bustle had begun to slowly wear you all down. Even the media content had slowed down; with how often you were moving, the band seemed to barely have free time for press interviews.

The only silver lining of your constant moving was that Fíli was much less interested in pushing your buttons. Lately, his only interests outside of performing had been sleeping and songwriting. Kíli and Gimli had been going out much less, too. Ori seemed less chipper than his usual self. You could even feel yourself becoming more easily irritated as the days dwindled by.

Needless to say, you were all feeling burnt out at the half-way point in the tour.

And that wasn’t all. The storm in Gondor had messed up your travel schedules so badly that you were now sleeping on the bus with the band and Thorin. It wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened, but five new roommates for the last five days was definitely giving you more insight on the things you didn’t already know about your friends, both good and bad. 

By the first night, you quickly learned that Gimli snored as if he wished to awaken a dragon. You were seriously considering buying headphones to wear at night just to deal with the noise. You also learned that Ori handled his nighttime skincare very seriously. On the other hand, Kíli did not treat his skin with the same regard. And frankly, it was appalling.

“You mean absolutely no moisturizer?” You had asked incredulously. It’s not as if you had expected him to have a crazy skincare routine, but moisturizer was integral! “Like, none at all?”

“Trust me, I’ve already tried to talk some sense into him about it,” Ori sighed. “There’s no use.”

“I don’t like how it feels!” Kíli groaned. “We’ve been over this.”

“Honestly, your skin must feel so dry without it,” you mused. “And all that sweating on stage…”

“I shower too, you know!” He sunk into his bunk bed, running a hand through his hair. Ever the drama queen. “Besides, my skin is as smooth as ever. It’s not dry and all I need to do is wash my face. Sometimes I even put sunscreen on.”

“Sunscreen at night does nothing for you,” Fíli chimed in.

“Thank you!” Ori exclaimed. “And here I’ve been getting treated like I’m crazy.”

“Crazy about things like moisturizer,” Kíli teased.

“And let him be!” You laughed, coming to Ori’s defense. “Besides, isn’t sunscreen bad for you at night?” 

“I heard it makes you break out,” Fíli added. Ori nodded in agreement.

“I can’t imagine being alright with sunscreen but refusing something as basic as moisturizer. And what’s crazier is that you don’t even use it.” You were still in shock from this revelation. “I mean, your skin looks good despite–”

“And what’s even crazier is how loud you lot are!” Gimli scolded, opening his bed’s curtain to glare at you all, a sleeping mask strapped to his forehead. “Can a dwarf get any sleep on this bus?” 

“Apologies, sleeping beauty,” Fíli joked, relaxing into his own bed. “Looks like the party’s over.”

“Sounds like he could use some moisturizer,” Kíli chimed in. 

Ori rolled his eyes. “Kíli, that doesn’t even make sense.”

Conversations like these were becoming much more common between you. It gave you a warm feeling in your chest to feel so included in the group. At this point, you even felt like family. Even your rather cold boss had grown a bit warmer towards you, albeit with much smaller gestures. You could’ve swore you’d seen him smile at one of your jokes once!

Another thing you had learned, aside from Kíli’s deplorable skincare routine, was that Fíli was quite the insomniac. You had woken up a handful of times in the middle of the night to find him sitting on the couch, watching a movie or scrolling on his phone while listening to music. Tonight was one of those such nights. 

The route to Moria was full of rough bumps, as the mountain roads were in a desperate need for repaving. You woke up from the turbulence, bleary-eyed as you looked at the time on your phone. It was nearly five in the morning; it would soon be day. You frowned, letting out a defeated groan as you fixed the curtains bordering your bed, hoping you would be able to go back to sleep before the sun rose. Your head returned to your beloved pillow, but the road ahead had other ideas. Minutes passed and each bump or hole in the road only seemed to wake you up more and more until you were quite grumpy and equally parched. 

Finally accepting defeat, you crawled out of bed to head for the kitchen. Maybe some water was just what your body needed. Some nice cold water would surely help you go back to sleep. Right?

You tried to keep yourself from tripping in the dimly lit bus, still not used to roaming around whenever the bus was moving. Your tired eyes seemed glued to the floor as you put your entire mental power into not falling on your ass. 

“Careful, there,” you heard a soft voice say. You looked up to find Fíli sprawled out on the couch, cushions around him with his phone in hand. 

“You should be sleeping, you’ve got a performance tomorrow night,” you said, finally managing to make it to the kitchen. 

You opened the fridge, holding on with a death grip as you grabbed yourself a bottle of crisp, cool water.

“You mean tonight? It’s already tomorrow.” He chuckled. “And I could say the same about you.”

“This whole bus is shaking too much,” you said in between sips. “I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Ah, I see.” He nodded. He sat up, clearing the couch that was covered in pillows and blankets before patting it down twice with his hand. “Well, feel free if you need company.”

There was tension in the air still lingering between you after his behavior at the hotel. A part of you thought to keep it there, not necessarily eager to bring it up again, even if it was counterproductive to your job. But for some reason, be it sleep deprivation or the desperate rocking of the bus, you found yourself joining him on the couch.

“Trying to take away my ammo?” You joked as you approached him, gesturing to all the pillows he was now hoarding away from you.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” he chuckled. “You’ve got one hell of a throw.”

You sat down, snatching one of the plush cushions from him anyways. You took another drink of your water, the cool temperature making you wish you were back in bed, covered in blankets.

“What are you up to this late?” You peered over to see what was on his phone, but he quickly turned its screen away from you. 

“Nosy, aren’t we?” He raised a brow.

“Secretive, aren’t we?” You threw back.

“Touché,” he smiled. “But still, it’s not for anyone else’s eyes yet.”

You sighed. “So I can’t know what you’re doing every night when you’re up so late?”

“Y/N, if you think of me late at night, there’s easier ways to admit that,” Fíli smirked, sitting up.

A beat passed between you after he spoke; you could tell he felt awkward after saying that, his wit beating his rational judgement.

“As if.” You scoffed, and you hoped it was enough to let him know that you weren’t going to take it against him. “Seriously, what is it?”

“A song I’m working on,” he answered, opening his phone back up but closing out the app he was hiding from you. “It’s just got a melody right now; I’ve been working on the lyrics. But it’s not ready yet.”

You took another sip of your water, now feeling sleep slowly come back to you as you yawned.

“I haven’t even shown the boys.” He admitted quietly.

“Not even Ori?” You asked.

Fíli nodded, setting his phone down after checking the time. “Not even him. It’s a bit… personal.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, not wanting to press any more. He didn’t seem ready to share and you knew better than to let your curiosity get the better of you.

“It’s something a lot different than what we normally do.” He added quietly.

“Don’t tell me that you’re suddenly writing ska music,” you joked, attempting to lighten the air.

“No, no, of course not,” he laughed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with ska.”

“Eh, I’m not the biggest fan,” you shrugged your shoulders.

Fíli raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What’s wrong with ska?”

“It’s just not my thing,” you smiled and shrugged.

“Then what music do you like?” He turned to face you more directly, setting his phone down. “Other than ours, of course.”

“Bold of you to assume I like your music,” you teased, bringing the water to your lips once more.

He brought a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “You wound me. I would hope you like it considering where you are right now.”

He gestured to the tour bus with a fake shocked expression and you had to stop yourself from laughing too loudly.

“I like it enough.” 

“Then what do you listen to when you’re not listening to us all day?”

You drew in a breath, thinking. “Honestly? I don’t have time to listen to much anymore, I guess. Between your concerts and my editing, I’m kind of only ever listening to you guys.”

You didn’t catch it, but a slight frown fell on Fíli’s features.

“But I love power ballads,” you answered, a smile on your face. “I grew up listening to them a lot as a kid.”

Fíli returned your smile. “That’s cute.”

A lull of silence brushed over you two, smiling to yourselves in the dark. You could feel yourself drifting to sleep, the bumps in the road becoming more hypnotizing than annoying now.

“What did you do before this?” Fíli asked. “You know, before my uncle hired you.”

“Hm?” You looked at him, waking up a little. “Oh, I was an intern for my professor’s company. He had me manage their website and Facebook while I was there.”

“Really? That seems wildly different than what you’re doing here,” he said.

“It was,” you agreed. “But it got me this job, so I can’t complain too much. It was nice to start out with something familiar after college.”

“This is familiar?”

“A little,” you nodded. “I’m still managing your band��s Facebook, you know. But now I do a lot more. A lot more.”

You emphasised the last part, looking away for a moment as you dwelled in your own reverie. It was hard to believe that you were here at all. Your portfolio spoke for itself, along with your work ethic, but you had never thought you’d actually be here today.

“Do you miss it?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions,” you said, coming back to reality as you looked over to the blond bassist. “Sounds like you’re the nosy one now.”

Fíli chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I just feel like I don’t know you as well as the others.”

“Maybe because you’re never around? It seems like you always run off whenever you have free time.” You raised a brow. “I thought I made that clear at the pool the other day.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, silent for a moment. 

You frowned, now worried that you shouldn’t have mentioned the pool again. The incident.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior that day.”

“You don’t need to do that,” you shook your head. “It’s behind us, even you said so.”

But you felt a tinge of relief at hearing him say it out loud.

“I know,” he drew in a sigh, now turning his gaze to the window. “But I think about it here and there and I feel bad for misreading the situation. It doesn’t usually happen to me.”

You laughed to yourself. “So I wounded your ego; is that what you’re saying?”

“What? Not at all,” he said, shaking his head as he looked at you again. “I just feel like I crossed a line back then and I want to assure you that I don’t intend to do so again.”

You fell silent, taking in his words as the earnest gleam in his eyes seemed to sway you. He was being genuine; it wasn’t something you weren’t used to seeing from him. 

You turned away now, looking out the window to see the black sky just beginning to dye itself blue. The sun would be rising soon.

“Thank you,” you said, a yawn briefly interrupting you. “I really appreciate that.”

Fíli picked his phone back up, raising his eyebrows at the dimly lit screen. “It’s already past five. Where did the time go?”

“I think it’s time to pause your songwriting and get some sleep,” another yawn escaped you. “And that definitely includes me.”

Suddenly the couch felt lighter, Fíli’s weight leaving it as he stood up and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. 

“Come on, then let’s get you back in there,” he said as he took your drink out of your hands and helped you up. “Can’t have our media manager on an empty battery, now can we?”

You groaned at the thought, letting him pull you off of the couch. “Thorin would kill me.”

Fíli couldn’t help his laugh. “My uncle? If anything, he’d kill me for keeping you up. My brother and I have been pushing his buttons since we were born.”

“You always push my buttons, you know,” you chuckled softly. 

“Yeah, that’s fair,” he frowned.

“Maybe that’s because my buttons are easy to push,” you offered.

He smiled, helping you back to your bed. “Maybe I like pushing your buttons.”

You clambered into your bed, eagerly welcomed back by your fluffy blanket and pillow. You closed your eyes, mumbling out one last “Good night, Fíli.”

And if your eyes hadn’t been closed, you would’ve seen the lingering smile Fíli had on his face as he had said good-night back. 

Finally rested and off of the bus, you were more than happy to have finally made it to Moria. Moria served as the beginning of the end of the tour. You were all staying for two weeks to put on eight shows, lodging provided by Thorin’s long time friend, Balin. After this, you would all be back on the road until you had reached Hobbiton for the final three performances.

You were more than grateful to be back in hotels with fresh linens, a comfort you had almost forgotten while on the tour bus. But the boys were arguably more excited than you, as a bunch of their friends lived in the city. You had overheard their plans to throw a huge party at one of the hotel’s many ballrooms. Ori had family here in the Mines of Moria who couldn’t seem to stop gushing over him whenever he brought them over to meet his band mates. Kíli and Fíli had already invited all of their local friends to come to tonight’s show and afterparty. Even Gimli had chimed in to help. Being in a familiar city seemed to be doing numbers for the group and you were more than happy to have a break from being their roommate.

“We can invite my cousins! Dori would love the wine,” Ori shouted.

“Yes! And we should get kegs so me and Nori can do our keg stand tricks!” Kíli added.

“Make that three, I think my father and uncle will be coming in, too,” Gimli chimed in.

“Easy, easy! We still have to get all the supplies before we start inviting everyone all willy-nilly,” Balin spoke, laughing at the youngsters. He was an older dwarf, even older than Thorin, with a cheeky glint in his eye that you appreciated.

You smiled at his comment, enjoying the mood around you as everyone’s spirits felt so much lighter in a familiar city. You had seen how beat the boys were after their last few performances, so the fact that they were up to planning and holding a huge party after their opening night here made you relieved to see they were having fun again.

“I’ll handle the invitations to our friends and family,” Thorin said. “Balin can help with the decorations here while you four get ready for your performance tonight.”

“Ooh, we should make it have a theme! I love themed parties!” Ori grinned.

“A theme?” Gimlí grunted. “I don’t want to bother with picking an outfit.”

“That’s true,” Kíli agreed. “We’re already going to be tired from the show…”

“Come on,” Fíli finally spoke up, getting off of his phone to pay attention. “A theme would be fun! What did you have in mind?”

Ori waved his hands about excitedly while practically jumping in his seat. “A metal masquerade!”

“A metal masquerade?” You raised a brow. “How does that work?”

“Just like a regular masquerade, but obviously metal. You know, lots of black of course. Our fans would love it too, I’m sure!” Ori explained.

You sat back, opening your phone to write down some notes. “We could make it a theme for the concert too, then. That way the fans could join in.”

“Aye, like we did in Gondor for Durin’s Day?” Gimli asked.

“Exactly!” Ori answered.

“That’s not half bad,” Kíli smirked. “I’m sure my fans would love to see how nice I clean up.”

“I might do some makeup,” Ori thought out loud. “Ooh! I could make my mask just made of makeup instead of a real one!”

“Now that sounds like a plan,” Fíli put his hand to Ori’s shoulder. “The ladies go crazy for the makeup, trust me.”

“Eyeliner is a lady killer!” Kíli chimed in, now on the other side of Ori. “I saw it on TikTok.”

“Y/N, do you think you could make that work in the next hour?” Thorin looked at you, gesturing to your phone. “I worry it’s too soon to tack on a theme for the concert…”

“Don’t worry!” Ori grinned. “Our fans are dedicated enough!”

You stood up, putting your phone away so you could make a beeline for your hotel room. “If I start right now, then I can get it up and posted in about an hour or two?”

“Then off you go!” Balin shooed you away with a laugh. “It’s going to be quite a busy night!”

“I can’t wait!” Ori cheered.

And busy the night was, indeed! And already quite the success. After retiring to your room to post about the dress code, Thorin had come over to introduce you to Threl, who would be your assistant until your final show in the Shire.

“He’s more than accomplished, and I trust he won’t disappoint.” Thorin had praised. “He’ll also be handling most of your videography while you’re here, so you can give more attention to everything else. I can’t have my band’s social media manager running out on me now that we’re at our most busy.”

Threl was around the same age as Kíli and Fíli, with deep almond skin and dark reddish-brown hair, which was tied up in a bun to keep out of his face. He held a hand towards you, a grin on his face.

“I’m here for whatever you may need,” he said, his voice like honey. “Thorin’s kept me up to speed.”

You smiled and shook his hand, excited to get to work with him. “Well, hopefully that list isn’t too long.”

Luckily, you had managed to get the outfit theme announcement out in time and thousands of fans arrived with masks on and gorgeous outfits put together. Honestly, you were a little jealous of some of their closets! It also made for great video content for Threl to capture, who was traveling across the stage whenever he needed a new angle.

He was just as capable as Thorin had advertised him as. Right from the start, Threl had no issue taking your directions as you showed him your past posts for inspiration. He had already seen half of them, too, making sure to study up on what you were expecting before even meeting you. He was skilled with his camera and even quicker than you were, managing to keep out of the way while snagging some of the best angles you’d seen yet! And with him out there doing half of the work, you now had a lot more time on your hands. Truly, you wished you had gotten an assistant sooner with how easy this was making your job!  

You were in awe at how put together everything was. The concert was arguably one of their best; they were performing to a sold out crowd, with energy and control you’d never seen from them at previous performances. A part of you wondered if the party helped to fuel as incentive, but in your heart, you knew the key was being in such a familiar city that they could also call home. They were at their best when surrounded by the people and places they loved; you had seen it in Mirkwood from Kíli and Gimli. But now, in the great dwarven mining town of Moria, all four of the band were truly alive. Even Thorin Oakenshield, a dwarf you had come to recognize as curt, to-the-point and a little grumpy for your tastes, was grinning ear to ear with his friends backstage. 

And for a moment, you could tell where Fíli got his smile from.

The music was pounding as you walked further backstage to the green room, wanting to catch up on some editing now that you finally had the chance. You could hear the crowd screaming and the pyrotechnics being triggered before you shut the door, taking a seat in an armchair as you readied your laptop. A smile spread on your face at the familiar sound of the adoring audience. 

This was definitely the highlight of your career so far.

Hearing the audience roar over Ori’s vocals was enough to make you beam with pride and excitement. You still couldn’t believe you were here sometimes. Fresh out of college and serving as the media manager for one of Middle Earth’s most famous metal bands? If you had been told this a year ago, you would have laughed. But it was becoming so surreal, so familiar now, that it was beginning to feel like home.

There was still about two hours left of the concert when Thorin walked in, coming to take a water bottle from the stash in the corner. He looked over at you, grabbing a second water bottle that he placed on the coffee table as he took a seat next to you.

“How is everything going?” He asked, prompting you to look up at him as he nodded towards your laptop. 

“Really well,” you acknowledged with a smile. “It really helps having Threl out there while I can work on this.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he nodded. “I’m sorry we weren’t able to accommodate you with him earlier in the tour.”

“It’s fine, I managed,” you wave him off. “I’m just glad he’s here now.”

“You did much more than manage, I can assure you,” he shook his head. “The fans and outreach speak for themselves.”

“Honestly, they do half of my job for me,” you joked. “All I do is give them fan-cams.”

“You’ve been doing an impeccable job,” he said, his deep voice humming with approval. “You should know that.”

You fell silent, not used to such outward praise from your boss. You smiled at him, closing your laptop and taking a sip from the water he had fetched for you.

“Thank you, that really means a lot, Thorin.”

Thorin Oakenshield, a dwarf you had come to recognize as your no-nonsense boss, was never the typical employer or band manager you had expected. He had a slight temper, and sometimes he wasn’t great at explaining what he needed from people, but he cared deeply. About the band, about its members, and even about you. He knew when to reprimand his nephews or correct the band’s schedule, and he was always very thoughtful about it.

Which meant that if he was sitting here, telling you just how good you were doing at your job, then he meant every word of it.

“In the past, we haven’t had many in your position who were able to keep up with the workload.” He took a sip of his water. “But you’ve truly outshone them.”

You grinned, basking in the praise. “I do my best.”

And it was true. After all, the band’s social media was your biggest portfolio credit yet. With over five hundred thousand followers, to boot.

“And I can see that in your work,” Thorin agreed, his voice softening. “So when this is over, I want us to have a discussion about hiring you full time, regardless of tours.”

You immediately sat up straighter, almost dropping your laptop in shock. “Really?”

“You’ve already proven yourself more than enough,” he nodded. “And I see the way the boys are around you. Even from just doing your job, you help them work better in theirs. That’s the kind of people we need in this industry.”

He stood up, brushing off his pants. “Now isn’t the time or place, but I suggest you consider it as an option before the tour ends. I know that may not be enough time, with only a month left, but we can talk more once we’re back in Erebor.”

You nodded, trying your best to find the words while containing your excitement. “Yes! Yes, of course. I look forward to it, sir.”

And with another nod, Thorin took his water bottle and headed for the door. But before leaving, he turned back to you.

“Will you be at the afterparty?” He asked, his voice a bit louder now. It was probably harder to hear near the door.

You checked your phone, looking at the time. “I haven’t decided yet. There’s still a lot to post before tonight’s over. And I have no clue how much footage Threl has for me to go through.”

Thorin hummed in acknowledgement, looking down at the ground for a moment before returning your gaze. He held up his phone, checking something.

“I’ll send Threl back here with the footage he’s got, then. Use that for tonight’s show. After that, I encourage you to take the night off and join us at the ballroom.” Thorin cleared his throat. “Be sure to let Threl know too; he’s more than welcome.”

“Of course, sir.” You nodded, opening your laptop back up before pausing. “Wait, I don’t think I have anything to wear on theme…”

“I can send Balin to take care of that,” he reassured, now typing something on his phone before giving his attention back to you. “For now, just focus on your work.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” you smiled at him, trying your best to hold back your excitement until he left.

Finally the door shut, and you couldn’t contain it anymore, letting out a mixture of a scream and a laugh as Thorin’s words hovered in your mind. One that, unbeknownst to you, Thorin could hear even through the door.

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓐 𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓭!

THIS IS PART ONE OF AN ONGOING SERIES.

synopsis. when tasked as the newest social media manager for Middle Earth's biggest metal band, the bassist makes it his mission to personally piss you off <3

pairing. Fíli / Gender-Neutral Reader

content. enemies to lovers, metal band! AU, modern tolkien! AU, slightly fem-aligned reader, possible ooc Thorin

song inspiration. "Untouched" by the Veronicas, "I Don't Wanna Be Me" by Type O Negative, "Again" by Flyleaf

wc. 5791

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Most people would be delighted to have a job this huge just two years out of college. Hell, your previous classmates would probably kill to be in your position. But being the social media manager of one of Middle-Earth’s most famous metal bands wasn’t the dream you originally thought it would be.  Sure, Durin’s Doom was known for the craziest fan base that’s kept them popular for the last few years they’ve been active, but everyone knew that their social media advertising was severely lacking compared to their rivals. When they did manage to post videos of their concerts, they would quickly go viral – known for their flashy pyrotechnics and rather attractive band members. This in turn would attract new fans of various demographics, but none of their previous social media managers would last long enough to ride that wave.

This is where you came in. On the cusp of their two-year anniversary from their first sold-out show, their manager hired you – fresh out of college, bright-eyed and eager to prove yourself – to run a full blown marketing campaign for Durin's Doom.

Within your first few months with the band, Thorin Oakenshield, the band’s manager, had told you right off the bat that you would be going on their Mithril Memoirs tour for the next five months. Named after their newest album, it was their biggest tour yet: a total of 62 shows starting in Erebor and stretching from Gondor to Moria and ending with some smaller sets in the Shire. Featuring music from their new album as well as some of their cult classics, each concert was easily almost three hours long – many were already sold out.

“We need to make their content more personal,” he had explained while smoothing back his long black hair. You could see faint streaks of silver in it, probably from age as well as stress. 

“Now, you’re all at the height of your career,” Thorin added. “It’s the first time they’re going on a tour of this size.”

“The shorter videos seem to do well online, that’s enough for me,” Kíli chimed in, a grin on his scruffy face as he relaxed into the futon in Thorin’s office. His short brown hair was pulled back away from his face, other than his bangs.

He was the lead guitarist of the band and one of Thorin’s nephews. He was fun to hang around, but you didn’t always care for how carefree he could be. 

“Well, I’m not just here for content like that,” you sighed. “There’s more to managing a brand than making TikToks and t-shirts.” As if you had gone through four years of study just to make Instagram Reels; you would sooner turn in your degree.

“I never understood that app anyways,” Gimli grumbled. The drummer was just the youngest of the band and yet you swore sometimes that he had the soul of your cynical grandfather; he even had the long beard to match. “I always keep swiping and pushing unnecessary buttons.”

“Perhaps more fan cams would help?” Ori suggested, completely negating the fact that you had tried to steer them off of video content. He was the second youngest, with short brown hair and a short beard to match. He was also the vocalist of the band. “The fans always love using them for their edits online.”

“I’ve seen those!” Kíli beamed. “They can’t get enough of us! Ori, did you see the one where they were shipping Gimli and–”

“Enough,” Thorin’s voice boomed, shutting them down. “All of you. We’re trying something new. Thanks to all of the interviews you’ve all elected to skip out on as of late, your fans and even investors feel disconnected with you.”

“I thought they liked our mysteriousness,” Kíli grumbled. 

His uncle shot him a glare, which seemed to shut him up for now. “Those touch-starved fans of yours who make edits of you late in the night won’t be satiated with just a young face, Kíli.”

Kíli’s expression sank. You held back a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Do you have something to add, Y/N?” Fíli finally spoke, much to your chagrin. The blonde bassist and backup singer loved trying to get on your nerves. You had learned quickly to not be fooled by his charming braided beard or charismatic smile. Unlike his brother, he was more tightly wound. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as mischievous.

Your smile dropped. “Only that I agree, is all. Thorin has a point.” 

Thorin sighed. “All of you, quiet. Y/N, I have put you in charge of the new campaign I’ve begun setting in motion.”

The plan in question? Video content, of course. Your worst enemy.

Surely, there was nothing wrong with video content as a concept. Editing footage could be quite fun if you had the time on your hands. But the time needed to complete such a task was usually double your usual output, meaning you were usually isolated for hours just to get the job done.

In truth, your real passion was in the networking of your job. Outreach coordination with new sponsors to create social media campaigns had always been your strongest suit. You loved the conversation and mingling; being able to talk about what you were doing was what made it exciting. It was what kept you motivated. And it didn’t stop at just sponsors. You loved to read the comments people would leave on a post you had spent so much time on. It was what made your job so special.

According to Thorin, your job while traveling with the band was to make a documentary-style post with the members every week of their tour. Ideally, he wanted you to capture content showing the journey of the band as a means of telling their story to their fans. Through this, their fans could see exclusive behind-the-scenes content and build an even better relationship to their favorite heavy metal dwarves. And not to mention the fact that it would totally boost ticket sales. 

Besides, it wasn’t as if you were totally alone on the project. Once in Moria, you’d be having an assistant help you out, a dwarf by the name of Threl. You were relieved to hear you’d have some help, but you were still worried you wouldn’t be able to handle this big of a project on your own.

It wasn’t a lack of confidence; you knew your work ethic was nothing to scoff about. You were determined and very eager to show your worth. But this was nothing compared to your past jobs, which were much smaller than a five month tour with Erebor’s most famous metal band.

And oh, what a nightmare it was!

The first month had actually been fairly easy. At first, it wasn’t so hard; weekly content was always a better deadline than daily content. Ori was always willing to help film as the vocalist, even going so far as to tease some unreleased music in some of the videos. Every now and then, you’d even livestream from inside the tour bus, showcasing the layout or sitting on the couch while eating dinner. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the easiest way to wrangle Kíli and Gimli for content. They were always trying to sneak off, getting into all sorts of trouble. You hadn’t seen either of them for a whole weekend while the tour stretched through Mirkwood; it drove you insane. But you were lucky to be assured by Ori, who told you that both of their elven partners lived there. 

While it was still irksome for them to shirk their responsibilities, a part of you had been relieved to hear their reasons. Besides, you had some solace seeing that Thorin wasn’t entirely pissed off at their absence.

“They do this every time we travel here,” Ori explained. “Long distance love is like that.” 

You smiled, pausing from editing the tour footage. “It must be lovely to pass through for them, then. Spending time doing romantic things for the ones they love.”

“It is, Kíli always makes Tauriel a gift basket before he sees her here,” Ori smiled softly. “It’s so romantic, though I know she’s just excited to see him at all. She plans out the entire day for them when he’s in town, doing all sorts of fun activities.”

“Among other things,” Fíli interjected with a smirk.

Ori frowned. “Come on, you don’t need to tell any secrets here–”

“Oh, I can certainly tell you what they’re doing,” Fíli retorted. “It’s no secret, that’s for certain.”

“Fíli, seriously.” Ori rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying, they don’t seem eager to be back in these bus beds,” Fíli couldn’t keep the grin off of his face.

“We get it,” you intervened, an unamused stare directed towards the bassist. “You guys have sex. Seriously guys, we’re not kids here. And I don’t want to hear about your… escapades.”

“They’re no escapades of mine!” Ori cried as he pointed a finger at his bandmate, appalled that you would even rope them in together. “He’s the one always bringing someone over in the wee hours of the night!”

“Well, some secrets don’t need to be aired out, do they?” Fíli returned, clearly caught off guard.

“Easy for you to say, huh?” You raised a brow, scoffing. “Sitting there as if you weren’t about to air out your brother’s laundry.”

“That’s the brother tax!” Fíli raised both arms in a shocked surrender. “He does it to me all the time, telling everyone my secrets!”

“What secret? I can hear you plain as day!” Ori replied. 

“Well excuse me for not putting on a noise machine! Didn’t realize you didn’t own any earbuds.”

“Seriously, who even wants to do that in these bus beds? They can barely fit us!”

“Bold of you to assume that we use the beds.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” You stood up, picking up your laptop with you. Suddenly the tour bus’s couch didn’t seem as comfortable as it had just been. You would just have to edit the footage elsewhere.

“Pack it up, guys. Y/N said the party’s over.” Fíli joked, much to Ori’s dismay.

You made your way to the passenger seat of the bus, eager to leave the boys behind. At least you hadn’t slept in the tour bus with them; you could still be thankful for the hotels. All you had to do was keep making videos and not wonder about what happens on the bus after you’re done filming.

Thankfully, you were already seeing results. Thousands of fans would join the livestreams and even more loved the weekly videos. Thorin was pleased with your work; you were already proving yourself rather quickly. Besides, even if the band members were a little too exuberant for you, it didn’t stop you from enjoying the free concerts from backstage. It made you feel like a kid again to hear the loud music and see the flashy pyrotechnics, only this time you had the grown-up job to go along with it.

By the second month, even the band members were starting to enjoy the process a little more. Kíli adored the attention he got when he brought the camera on stage to film and his fans loved being included even more. Sometimes you could never find your camera because Ori and him had stolen it to go film some sort of lunch mukbang in between concerts. Even Gimli had started pitching in, albeit by only doing Q&A videos, claiming that he couldn’t stand the other stuff. Noticing how much they had taken to the videos, Thorin had even purchased another camera specifically for the band to use. You were more than grateful for the eager help.

But conversations like the previous were the reason you were living a partial nightmare lately. You had gotten to know the band members and their odd quirks and you always knew how to deal with them. You’d even feel inclined to call them your friends. But for some reason, the bassist knew how to push every single button you had. With no hesitation.

Fíli was always a wild card. Both of Thorin’s nephews were wild and impulsive, but you could usually predict whatever Kíli was scheming; you knew his tells by now. Plus, he usually worked in pairs, so it was always easier to track him down. His brother on the other hand? If he wasn’t sneaking in some pretty groupie into the tour bus late at night, then he was out partying with the band or locked away song-writing. And while it was abysmal, you were fine with the routine, so long as you were out of it. But lately, he wanted to entertain a new objective: getting under your skin in any way he could. 

You had already thought him annoying in these first two months of tour; with his witty remarks and sarcastic drawl, he seemed like every other egotistical musician you had met. And sure, when he and his brother teamed up, the pranks were funny; even you could admit that. But as the third month began, he had decided it was his personal mission to drive you insane. And you were starting to lose it.

There you were, in a hotel Thorin had booked at the last minute due to the bus breaking down. Hit by torrential rain storms while touring through Gondor, the band had to cancel two of their three tour dates there just for the sake of safety. To say Thorin was stressed was an understatement; along with issuing refunds for the lost concerts, service also had to be done to the bus, and there was no telling how long that would take. Thus, Thorin had gotten everyone three hotel rooms, all right next to each other. One for the band, one for yourself and one for Thorin. You hoped that the soft bed would help a little of his stress, but there was no telling for the grumpy older dwarf.

But despite having to cancel two of their concerts, the morale of the band was better than ever. So used to sleeping in the bunk beds of the bus, this hotel was like a paradise to them. Sure, they were devastated that they wouldn’t be able to perform, especially Kíli and Ori. But like kids in a candy store, the young dwarves wasted no time in enjoying their break from the cramped bus. Kíli and Gimli had already started having drinking competitions in the hotel bar. Ori was making use of their expansive spa services. And as per usual, Fíli was nowhere to be seen. 

But none of that mattered to you now, because you were too busy making full use of the indoor pool. 

You sunk your body into the warm waters, glad that you had packed a bathing suit at all. You were worried it had been for nothing, since your past hotels hadn’t had anything more than a small gym. But this? This was perfect. A sigh escaped your lips, even more grateful that the pool was heated. There was nothing more relaxing than a midnight swim, and while it was still early in the night, you had every intention of staying as long as you were allowed. 

Your body felt light as air as you floated on your back, letting yourself drift wherever the water chose to take you. It was a large pool, and empty too, so you were eager to make use of the space. You closed your eyes, steadying your breathing so you’d stay afloat, half tempted to grab a lounge float and take a long-needed nap in the waters. Even without a float, you could feel yourself drifting away in an almost meditative space. It was bliss. The water hugged you like a warm hug and you felt light as ever. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this light or this relaxed. You made a mental note to recommend this to Thorin; maybe this would help him to relax from his own stress.

In this tranquil moment of yours, nothing mattered. Not the band. Not your job. And certainly not your–

“You drowning over there, love?”

Immediately your head shot up to see who had interrupted your pool-induced peace, but the sudden motion only made you lose your perfect floating posture. Arms flailed in the water and cheeks felt hot from embarrassment, as you steadied yourself back to standing upright. You must have looked like a dying fish.

You looked over at the intruder, embarrassment now turning to annoyance as you rolled your eyes and loudly groaned. Lo and behold, a whopping twenty feet away at the other edge of the pool was none other than Fíli, the famed bassist of Durin’s Doom. You didn’t even care about him seeing your obvious annoyance.

Constant teasing and mockery was his usual modus operandi, which meant that tranquil state you had been in was far, far away now. 

“You probably wish I was,” you retorted. “I was enjoying myself, you know.”

“And I was enjoying the view,” he responded just as quickly. Sharp-witted, he was. 

“I could file that as harassment, you know.” You scoffed. 

You shrank into the water, eyeing up his cargo shorts and loose fitting tank top. “Nice swimsuit.” 

“Well I didn’t exactly pack for a vacation, now did I?” He sat down at the edge, bringing his feet into the water now. 

“I suppose not,” you said, hands running through your hair to get it out of your face. It seemed you were stuck with sharing the water with him. “Enjoying the pool?”

“I should be asking you that.” His eyes seemed to burn into you. “By the way, lovely swimsuit.”

You scoffed. “Very original.”

“What? I mean it.” He grinned. “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”

You stood there, stunned. For a second you wondered if your ears had gotten waterlogged. You even felt your eye twitch.

“It just seems a little out of place for you–”

“Oh come on,” he waved, dismissing your thought. “It comes naturally when I see someone as stunning as yourself.”

Okay, now you were certainly confused. 

“Is this another strategy of yours to annoy me?” You asked. “Because I’m not just some fan, here. I know your antics by now.”

“Depends on if it’s working or not,” he said. “What a joy it is to be known.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he was just being annoying. Honestly, it felt a little relieving to know he didn’t mean it. He was your boss’s nephew and you were not willing to risk this job when you had put so much work into it already.

“Don’t you have someone else to be pestering right now?” You asked.

“Where else should I be?”

“Maybe somewhere that doesn’t require a swimsuit,” you scoffed, swimming over to the steps of the pool so you could sit.

Fíli laughed at your remark. “Well excuse me for being reasonable with my packed wardrobe. Clearly you packed more accordingly.”

“That’s the beauty of staying in hotels instead of a metal band’s tour bus,” you remarked, and you couldn’t help the laugh that followed. For a moment, you would actually consider this interaction nice.

“And here I thought you were just having a bunch of one-night stands.”

You did a double take at his words. “Right, because you’re certainly one to talk. I’d say I have a little more self-worth than that.”

“Don’t disrespect the hustle, now.” He countered.

“Oh, is that what it is? I’m not sure if Ori would agree. Should we ask him?”

“Are we flirting right now?”

You laughed, you couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the pool, but at this moment he wasn’t entirely annoying. Witty, sure. Annoying? Eh, you could handle it.

“As flattering as that may be,” you said, climbing out of the pool. “I think you’ve misread flirting for me just doing my job.”

You started wringing your hair out, water clinging to your body as you reached for your towel.

“I didn’t realize witty banter was in the job description,” he joked.

“It’s not,” you nodded. “But it does come with the employee. Banter and I are a package deal. Call that the Y/N tax.”

He laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile at yourself.

“Is that right? So I misread you filming me a lot more often lately? Is that correct?” He raised a brow, his smile now turning into something more unreadable.

“You’re joking, right?” You raised a brow, unsure if he was still messing with you or not. “Are you talking about the montage we’re making?

“I’m serious,” he nodded. “This whole time I thought you were trying to tell me something.”

Your eyes widened and you had to bite your tongue from mouthing off. He genuinely thought that you filming B-Roll of him was your way of flirting? As if this was some shoddy romantic comedy. And even if it were, you certainly knew to be more forward than that.

“Fíli, I can assure you that the only reason I may have been capturing more content of you is simply because you’re the member with the least amount of footage.” You turned to face him, stepping closer as you tried to clear the air. The warmth of the water was starting to get to you; you could feel your cheeks burning. “We’re making fan cam montages for each of the members right now, all from the shows we just did in Minas Tirith. I just made sure to capture more of you since you’re so hard to track down half of the time.”

“I was brought on this tour by your uncle to produce results.” You did your best to come off as firm and poised. You wanted there to be no room for misunderstanding between you two. “There was no ulterior motive. I’m sorry if I gave that impression.”

He sat there for a moment, silent as he understood. Then he nodded, looking down at his feet before meeting your eyes again. You could only watch in silence, baffled by his behavior. You hoped he understood; the last thing you needed was any miscommunication with something like this.

“Right then,” he slapped his hands on his thighs, nodding to himself. “My mistake.”

He looked to you, offering his hand as his usual smirk returned to his face. A silent ask to help him up from the pool.

You sighed, reluctantly crossing over to him, your free arm reaching out to help as your other hand kept your towel in place. “Alright then, let’s just–”

And before you could even realize what had happened, SPLASH!

Water filled your nose and your arms flailed about as you panicked to get your footing on the pool floor. You were lucky you were in the shallow end as you managed to quickly recover and stand in the water. But much to your dismay, your towel was now soaking in the warm waters with you. It had been a personal towel, too. The only one you had packed.

Fíli couldn’t control himself from laughing, his eyes crinkling like old paper at the sight of his little prank. Perhaps that had been his plan all along, to reel you in with some accusation of flirting all so he could act like a child and push you into the pool. You wouldn’t put it past him. Him and his brother were always down for childish antics. The bar was never too low for the likes of them.

“Are you serious?!” You shouted, now visibly upset. “Is that your new thing? Making me think my job’s on the line so you can just drown me? Is that what we’re doing here?”

He stood up now, still roaring with laughter. “Drown you? You were doing that very well by yourself earlier! What would you need my help for?”

He was practically wheezing now. “You should have seen the look on your face!”

The thought crossed your mind to drown him yourself. It would’ve been easy with your height difference anyways. But that would mean losing your job as well as a few morals, and so the idea left your head just as quickly as it had come.

But gods, it pissed you off to see him laughing so hard at your expense. And your towel’s expense!

“Well that’s just great,” you muttered, losing your patience with the bassist. You collected the sogging wet towel from the pool, now much heavier with the weight of the water, and gave it your best shot as you threw it at him.

THWACK! Right into his smug little face, the weight of the wet fabric pushed him back until he stumbled forward, falling into the water like a buoy.

You laughed to yourself, surprised it had been so effective and feeling a little bit of satisfaction as you waded over back to the stairs. Though, it seemed you would have to walk back to your hotel room sopping wet. Because for some god forsaken reason, this hotel didn’t offer complimentary towels.

You didn’t even want to go near him right now to retrieve the towel. It would be too tempting to just drown the dwarf.

You crawled out of the pool, wringing your hair once more as you watched the blonde resurface, towel now in his calloused hands.

“And for the record,” you called out, hoping his ears were dry enough to hear you. “If you weren’t so impossible to track down, I wouldn’t have to record you all the time. Seriously, I can never find you unless you’re onstage. It’s either you’re performing or you’re out at the pub or you’re teasing Ori or you’ve got some girl on the bus couch!”

You stormed off, heading straight for the door before turning around and giving your last piece of mind. “I can’t even look at those couches the same anymore!”

Slamming the door behind you, all you could think about was how much you desperately needed a shower and a warm bed.

Hours later, after a cold walk to your room followed by a warm shower, you were just about to tuck in for the night before Ori had already come knocking on your door asking for help to bring Kíli and Gimli to bed. According to the poor nervous vocalist, Kíli and Gimli had gotten piss drunk while playing a handful of drinking games. The games didn’t stop until one of the players conceded one way or another, and in this case, both players had conceded by blacking out and passing out.

“I came down from my massage to find them both slobbering and slurring their words,” he explained with a panicked tone. “I don’t know what else to do! Thorin will kill us if he finds out!”

“Ori, it’s almost one in the morning,” you frowned at the young vocalist. “Are they really that drunk already?”

“I know and I’m so sorry to bother,” he said. “But I wouldn’t have come asking if I didn’t have any other option. Plus, you’re our friend.”

“If they’re already out, why not leave them there? Let them soak in their own consequences?” Despite your annoyed tone, you were already putting on some shoes to come with him.

“Thorin would kill us even more if we did that,” he frowned. “The press would have our heads.”

You rolled your eyes; in your opinion, you didn’t think that a dwarven metal band caught plastered would read as much of a headline. It would be like saying water was wet, or a fork was found in a kitchen. But Ori’s panicked state was enough to make you want to help the poor fellow.

“Where is Thorin, then? Or Fíli?” You asked, wondering how no one else seemed available to help. 

“Thorin’s asleep and I couldn’t find Fíli in the room,” he frowned. “Please help me, Y/N. I’ll do whatever you want for the next week when we’re not performing, I swear!”

Fìli, nowhere to be found? Again, a fork was found in a kitchen. You weren’t even surprised anymore; it wasn’t like you were eager to see his smug face, anyways.

“Alright, alright,” you waved. “There’s no need for all of that now. Let’s just get these two in bed. You can thank me later.”

You followed him down to the hotel bar, where a very displeased bartender greeted you with a glare. You did your best to apologize and close their tabs, adding in a generous tip while Ori attempted to wake them both up.

“Come on, we’ve got to get you in bed,” he pleaded.

“Bed? I’m already in bed,” Kíli giggled to himself amongst his incoherent babbling.

“Alright, come on, boys,” you sighed as you joined them. 

“Should we try one at a time or both at once?” Ori asked.

You looked over at Gimli, who was curled up on a hotel lobby couch. For now, Kíli was being the most disruptive. You wrapped his arm around you, motioning for Ori to help out as you tried getting the poor dwarf on his feet.

“Best we start with him, I think,” you grunted, having to hold up most of his weight.

An hour later, you had successfully dragged two very drunk dwarves out of the hotel bar, into the elevator and all the way down the corridor to their shared room at the end of the hall. Kíli had been lucid enough to get up and walk, but his definition of walking was quickly discovered to just be hanging on to you two. Gimli, on the other hand, only needed the incentive of another beer to get him to go to bed. Fortunately, he passed out in his bed before he could realize you two were duping him. Unfortunately, he had thrown up all over your feet on the way up.

Ori was doing his best to take care of a half-lucid Kíli, helping him drink some water and get into bed while you vigorously scrubbed your feet in their bathtub. You considered it karma; if they were going to throw up on you, the least you could do was wash it off in their bathroom.

“That’s it, then,” Ori whispered as he came into the bathroom to wash his own hands. “We did it.”

“Albeit with some casualties,” you gestured to your feet. “I’m never doing that again.”

Ori gave a worried laugh. “Again, I’m so sorry about that. I tried to get him to a trash can–”

“Yeah, like he was going to go for that,” you groaned. “He kept thinking it was a big glass of water.”

“He gets really stubborn like that when he’s drinking,” Ori explained. “You should see him on Elven wine.”

You sighed. “Well, at least we got the job done. We make quite the team, it seems.”

“One that I hope we don’t have to break out again anytime soon. Again, I can’t thank you enough for your help. I genuinely don’t know what I would have done without you.”

You laughed at Ori’s remark, sharing the sentiment. “It’s fine; it’s over with now. Are they both asleep?”

“Kíli might moan and groan a bit more, but Gimli’s out cold. Either way, it’s enough work for tonight. And I’d feel awful if you had to help out any more than you already have.” He gave you a sheepish smile, thanking you again for your efforts at almost three in the morning.

“What are friends for?” You gave a weak laugh, drying your feet off as you gave a fist bump to the vocalist. “At least you all don’t perform until tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, just our luck; they’ll both be complaining all day about their hangovers,” he sighed. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Ori,” you smiled, giving him a hug before quietly leaving their room and finally returning to yours.

You shut your door behind you, a huge sigh of relief leaving your lips as the promise of your warm bed now seemed ever closer. A part of you was tempted to just sink into your bed, but you knew that your entire body probably needed a scrub after deadlifting drunken dwarves. Tonight seemed full of obstacles.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Never mind. Apparently your obstacle was another late-night visitor. You groaned, ripping open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. 

“Ori, I thought you said they were asleep…” You shook your head, caught off guard by the person in front of you. “You’re not Ori.”

There stood Fíli, eyes heavy with sleep and your towel, now dry, clutched in his left hand. He was in different clothes than when you had seen him last, ditching the wet cargo shorts for some rather comfy-looking flannel pants and a white tank top.

“Oh, they’re surely asleep,” he confirmed. “And in my bed, no less. I just came from there.”

“Sorry, I thought you were Ori,” you frowned. “We just finished putting them to bed… Wait, where have you been? We were looking for you earlier when we had to drag your brother from the bar.”

“I’ve been in the laundromat. I had to ask some of the staff for help, so it took a while.”

He handed the towel over to you, its fibers still very warm, as if it had just been taken out of the dryer. “I came back to return this. I figured you might want it back.” 

You took it with curious eyes, now feeling a little embarrassed for hitting him with it earlier. “You went through the trouble of washing and drying it?”

“Consider it my apology for hitting on you earlier.” He said. “You’ve got one hell of a throw, by the way. I’m lucky I fell into the pool and not the concrete.”

Now you felt your cheeks flush, embarrassed of your lack of patience earlier. 

“Right, I’m sorry about that,” you swallowed your pride as you apologized. The last thing you needed was any incident that could make you lose this job. “I just want to make it clear that I have no ill will against you–”

“It’s behind us, don’t worry. It’s not like I’m a tattling child who will tell my uncle,” he reassured. “We’re adults.”

You let a small breath of relief pass your lips.

And for a moment, you two just stood there. It was a bit awkward, but at least the air between you had been cleared.

“Well, it’s late,” he muttered.

You nodded. “Right. Good night then, Fíli. And thank you for my towel, that was kind of you.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

Warmth In The Firelight

Notes: My second fic in two days, I was scrolling through @imaginexhobbit's blog and found this one, along with a few others I’m working on currently! I am thinking about opening up requests again, what do you guys think? I hope you enjoy this one & as always, constructive criticism is appreciated! imagine

Warning(s): none, unless you count sweet tenderness :)

The company had finally found respite at Beorn’s house after the intense chase he gave them. The smell of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, and the soft crackle of the fire filled the silence as everyone settled into the cozy warmth of the great hall of Beorn’s cottage. Despite the faint tension of being in the home of a skin-changer (who had just scared you within an inch of your life), you felt a sense of safety you hadn’t experienced in weeks. 

You found your spot near Fili, who had taken a place beside one of the low tables. His golden hair glinted in the firelight, his usually mischievous face now softened by exhaustion. You didn’t intend to end up so close to him—it just happened as the company sprawled out in various spots, vying for comfort. Your blanket, much too thin to ward off the night’s chill, left you shivering as you tried to find a comfortable position. 

Fili noticed. “Cold?” he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper. His blue eyes flickered toward you, filled with quiet concern. 

You hesitated, unwilling to admit it outright, but the tremble in your frame betrayed you. He didn’t press further. Instead, he shifted slightly, drawing the edge of his own blanket toward you. 

“Here. Won’t do much, but better than nothing,” he murmured, his tone gentle. 

Grateful, you nodded and tried to share the blanket without getting too close. The fire’s glow was soothing, and the low hum of Thorin and Balin’s quiet conversation filled the room, lulling you into drowsiness. Before you realized it, you began to lean slightly toward Fili, your exhaustion overriding your usual awareness. 

Then it happened. Your arm brushed against his, the unexpected touch startling you awake. You tensed, pulling back slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered quickly, looking down at your hands. 

Fili didn’t reply right away. For a moment, you thought he might have fallen asleep once more, but then you felt the weight of his arm hesitating above your shoulders. His breath hitched—uncertain, perhaps—but then his hand settled gently against your arm. The hesitation melted away as he gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Fili said quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire. He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around you with surprising care. His warmth was immediate, chasing away the chill that had seeped into your bones. 

You stiffened at first, not expecting the sudden closeness, but the steady rise and fall of his chest and the calmness in his presence made it hard to resist relaxing. You let out a soft sigh, leaning into him as your head rested lightly against his shoulder. Fili shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket to make sure you were both covered. 

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The company’s soft snores and the distant howl of the wind outside were the only sounds in the room. Fili’s thumb brushed absentmindedly against your arm, a soothing motion that made your eyelids grow heavier. 

“This isn’t so bad,” he said after a while, his voice tinged with amusement. “I’d say you’ve got the better end of the deal. I’m a fine dwarven heater.” 

You smile faintly, eyes still closed. “I think I’ll take full advantage of that, then.” 

His soft chuckle vibrated against you, and you felt his grip tighten just a fraction. “You’re welcome to,” he replied, his tone softer now, his earlier playfulness giving way to something gentler. 

Wrapped in his warmth and the rare peace of the moment, you allowed yourself to drift off, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear and his arm holding you close. For the first time in weeks, you felt completely safe.

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

Imagine breaking the dwarves out of the dungeons of The Woodland Realm.

Ori: "We're never gonna reach the mountain are we?" *He laments*

Bilbo: "Not stuck in here, you're not." *Jingles the keys*

Y/N appears, eating a cake?

Y/N: "Didya know they were having a feast? Bloody good food they have. And the wine! You guys want any? I think I can go-"

Balin: "Bilbo!"

*All erupt into excited chatter*

Y/N: "Wha- What am I? Chopped liver?"

*Munches angrily*

Kili: "It's okay Y/N I'll share with you!"

Fili: "Yeah, come on give us some!"

*Y/N grins and breaks the cake into three pieces.*

Bilbo: "Shh! There are guards nearby!"

*One by one they escape down to the cellar.*

Bofur: "You're suppose to be leading us OUT! Not further in!"

Bilbo: "I know what I'm doing."

Bofur: "Shh!"

Bilbo: "Into the barrels! Quickly now."

Dwalin: "Are you mad? They'll find us."

Bilbo: "No no, they won't I promise you. Please, please you must trust me"

Thorin: "Do as he says."

*They clamber in and Y/N stays out.*

Y/N: "Go Bilbo. into the barrel with Thorin quickly."

Thorin: "Y/N, what are you-"

Y/N: "I will see you at the gate."

Balin: "What gate?"

Y/N: "Hold your breath everyone."

*Y/N pulls the lever and they are all dropped into the river.*

Y/N: "Well, that was fun! Now, let's play some hide and seek shall we?"

*Y/N slips past the guards and out of the palace and up into the light. They spot the dwarves in the river and begins her run towards them*

Legolas: "Shut the gate" (in Sindarin)

Y/N: "No no! Don't do that!"

The guards look at her strangely before beginning to shut the gate.

*Y/N groans and mumbles*

Y/N: "This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it. Where's Tauriel when you need her. Stupid world doesn't even have her in it. Stupid movie made me think she was an actual character"

*She huffs while running towards the gate*

Y/N "ORCS! WATCH OUT!"

*A guard is stuck by an arrow.*

Y/N: "Fucks sake."

*The Orcs rampage through the top of the closed gates, persuing fights with the Elven guards.*

Bofur: "Orcs! Watch out!"

Bolg: "Slay them all" (Dark Speech)

*Y/N fires an arrow at him, striking him in the arm*

Y/N: "Take a shower, you STINK."

*Y/N runs towards the fighting dwarves.*

*Kili spots the lever to open the gate.*

Y/N: "NO, STAY PUT. DON'T MOVE KILI."

*Y/N dashes towards him while he gets up to pull the lever.*

Y/N: "NO."

*Bolg pulls out Y/N's arrow from his arm and draws his own, notching it in his bow. He aims it at Kili.*

Y/N: "KILI."

*Y/N lunges towards Kili, pushing him out of the way, the arrow strikes her through the leg. With a gasp she doubles over, clutches onto the lever and pulls it down.*

Y/N: "Ah, fuck."

A/N

For continuance sake, don't read ahead if you want to follow the normal story line. However if you wish to read this as a separate imagine read ahead!

*She gasps and struggles to stand. She bites down on her lip and forces the arrow out, snapping off the feathered end and pulling it out. Kili drags her over the edge of the gate and Y/N slips into a barrel with him below*

Kili: "Y/N! Y/N I'm so sorry I should have listened I-"

Y/N cries out in pain as they tumble down the stream, each knock jolting her wound.

Y/N: "Apologies later. Escape now."

*The company battles the Swarm of Orcs from the stream whilst drifting down the stream, aided by Legolas and his army.*

Thorin: "Anything behind us?"

Nori: "Not that I can see!"

Bofur: "I think we've out run the Orcs."

Thorin: "Not for long. We've lost the current."

Dwalin: "Bombur's half drowned."

Thorin: "Make for the shore! Come on let's go!."

Øin: "Glóin, help me brother."

Kili: "Y/N is hurt. Her leg needs binding."

Y/N Groans quietly before answering.

Y/N: "I'm fine. Not able to die, Just hurts. Better me than Kili. Orc pack on our tail, Need to..

*Y/N grits her teeth*

Need to keep moving."

Thorin: "To where? There's a lake between us and that mountain you need that rest."

Y/N: "A barge, a man will have a boat. Help me up, I'll show you the way. Let's go."

*Kili and Fili lift her up and they hobble away.*

Y/N: "I should do this more often if it means two pretty men will carry me."

Thorin: "I think not. Next time, I will carry you over my shoulder and you will have no say."

*Y/N blinks owlishly.*

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

Hello!! Could you do 14, 15 and 31 with Fili? Romantic or platonic, up to you. Thank you 💜

13. Sitting together

14. Handholding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

31. Stargazing

This combination is classic and oh-so-fluffy, and with my favorite Dwarf to boot! I went ahead and added another prompt as well.

Everyone lives AU, because there is no other ending in my mind.

BTW I'm sick :( but I'm going to try to get at least one other prompt request out this week

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k

Moonrise - Fíli Durin x Reader

The Durin's Day festival was always fun, but it was all the more spectacular in the newly reclaimed Erebor.

"The first autumn equinox since the mountain was reclaimed, can you believe it?" Fíli said with a bright smile, looking with pride at the crisscrossing bridges and vaulted ceilings of the entrance to the mountain. There was still plenty of work to be done, to be sure, but its improvement was impressive regardless.

"And in a couple days, the anniversary of when it was reclaimed," you nodded in agreement. "A few months after that, the anniversary of the first time you walked around by yourself."

"Hush, I'm trying to enjoy this," Fíli gave you a fake scowl, unconsciously probing the scar hidden beneath his tunic.

You changed directions. "Of course, my Prince," you teased. "You look very nice today."

You meant it. His hair was freshly washed, the slightly damp strands frizzing out in the cool morning air. Each bead was carefully placed, a few decorative gold ones added in place of a crown. His tunic was a smooth yet understated silk underneath his leather vest and wool coat. Every detail was precisely placed, the burnt oranges and browns blending seamlessly. He had clearly been seen to with the utmost care. He looked like royalty, even without the royal garb. Most importantly, he was healthy.

His smile softened, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his mustache. "Thank you," he glanced to the ground before looking back up at you. "And you're beautiful as ever."

You blushed deeper than him, unused to compliments. You plucked at the placket of your own wool coat, dyed a deep woad blue. It was your favorite. "Thank you," you said, choosing for once to believe him. "What duties do you have today?"

"None, surprisingly," Fíli breathed. "Thorin's let me have a break, so I can enjoy the first festival in our new home right alongside you." Something about that little word, our, set your heart ablaze. "You want to stick with me?"

"If you'll have me," he smiled again. That smile was impossible to resist.

"Of course I will."

Erebor had been steadily growing over the past year, but that day, it seemed more alive than ever. The market squares were full, overflowing into the wide side streets. Jewelry, blades, shields, ceramics, sculptures--anything made out of earth or in forges were certainly found somewhere in the expansive space. The Ereborian dwarves' tentative friendship with the Men of Dale caused new, less traditional stands to pop up as well: flower stalls, street food vendors featuring fish dishes, and clothing and homeware shops full of bolts of linen. The mountain had only dwarves—and Bilbo—in its halls, a presently rare occurrence, and so you were all free to speak Khuzdul, the sharp sounds ringing pleasantly in your ears.

The two of you strolled as quickly as possible through all the markets had to offer, determined not to miss the afternoon's performances. You exercised exemplary self-restraint, only stopping at one of every five stalls that caught your eye.

"No," became a very popular word as well, what with resisting Fíli's unceasing offers to purchase anything you liked.

"Well, if you will not spend any of your share of the treasure, I must spend some of mine and relieve what must be the terrible, stifling boredom of your living quarters, my friend," he teased, mustache beads swinging from side to side.

"I will have no prince wasting his money on me."

"Oh, it's never a waste if it's you," Fíli told you surely.

There he went again, saying things that made your palms sweat and your cheeks flush. "You're too kind."

Fíli smirked at the way you diverted your gaze. "Well, if I cannot buy you a rug, at least allow me to buy you lunch," he gestured to a permanent restaurant on the corner that was swarmed with dwarrow.

You couldn't help a smile at that. "Hot stew?" You asked, referring to the almost overpoweringly spicy meat-and-potato stew that was a dwarven classic. Benron's was your favorite.

"As hot as you like, of course," He agreed, guiding you forward with a gentle hand on your back.

The stew made your eyes stream in the best way, and you pulled Fíli out of the restaurant scarcely once he was finished eating. "We have to find good seats!" You reasoned as he raised an eyebrow, still wiping his mouth.

"You do realize that Thorin has the best seats, and by extension, we do as well?"

"Right," you said. You had forgotten. Somehow, none of the Durins were royalty in your mind. They were still your traveling companions, dirt poor and looked at as crazy.

"Still, it is sort of nice to take a seat before everyone starts filtering in and it gets too loud," Fíli reassured you. "After you."

The grand presentation began with a song to the mountain. In the ancient tradition, singing was a way to ask the mountain to reveal its secrets, a careful gathering of tones that would uncover its nature.

This song, however, was made more to please the ears of the listener. It was a song of thanks, of hardly believing that this mountain was once again the shelter for her people. You tried your best to control the tears that rose to your eyes.

Fíli leaned over, bumping your shoulder with his. You gave a small smile that he returned, and you could see in his eyes that he was thinking of all that it took to get there.

"We did it," you whispered.

"Yeah, we did."

The opening songs were followed by traditional dances, a speed-forging competition, and a few spars. You cheered on the brothers as they fought each other, with a healthy dose of brotherly teasing. Fíli let his little brother win, or so he told you. The look on Kíli's face was more than worth it. You congratulated him and let them both clean up as you headed to the gates.

The gates were still open, cool air pouring into the mountain as the sun dropped in the sky.

Dale was dimmer than usual—the city was empty. The men were lining the edge of the water with candles. This equinox now also marked the anniversary of the fall of Laketown and many of their loved ones. The dwarves tried their best to be respectful of their vigil.

You leaned against the wall and watched. You hoped they found peace and remembered to enjoy their new lives. Bard, standing at the back of the group, turned around. He caught your eye and nodded.

"Come with me, I think we should see something," Fíli's low whisper startled you from your reverie, and his hand wrapping around yours even more so.

"Where are we going?" You asked, not that it mattered. With his hand in yours, you'd probably follow him anywhere.

He led you on a trek around the front of the mountain, the setting sun turning everything orange and making his hair appear as flames as you went.

Caught in the daze of bliss, it took you a while to notice what was draped over his other arm. "Wait, is that—I told you not to buy that!"

It was the woven blanket you had noticed earlier, the tapestry depicting sunrays falling through a thick forest of firs. "And what if I bought this for myself? I have uses for it."

"Then it's alright, I suppose."

"You can keep it once I'm done with it, though."

"Sly fox."

"Coin pincher."

"Seriously, though, where are we going?" You asked.

Fíli smiled at you. "A certain very large staircase."

You gasped. "Leading to a secret doorway?"

"The very same. I figured, since we were both trying to help Kili, erm, not die, we missed the excitement, and now we can see it for ourselves."

"That's extraordinarily thoughtful of you."

"Eh, I'd say averagely thoughtful at best," Fíli shrugged.

"Perfectly suitable for me," you told him.

"Good."

The achingly long trip up the staircase was rewarded with a very nice sight: another, less decorative blanket spread across the stone, a couple flat pillows, and three lanterns, already lit and ready to face the darkness.

"When did you find time to do this?" You asked Fíli, grinning from ear to ear.

"I have my ways," he said mysteriously. "And help."

"That's where Bofur, Bilbo, and Dori disappeared to," you observed. "I see. Well, it's very sweet of all of you."

"I'm glad you think so," Fíli said, still holding your hand as he guided you to sit on the blanket with him.

The stairs had taken longer than anticipated, so the sun was already almost gone. You quieted as you realized how close the time was. The two of you watched in quiet admiration as the moon rose, bright and perfect, into the sky, before you turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the door.

You gasped. "There it is!" The moonrise revealed the shape of a perfectly hidden keyhole. "That is very neat, indeed."

"Mmhm," Fíli agreed. "Beautiful." The keyhole was not what he thought was beautiful. He wasn't actually looking at the door at all, but rather you, and the way the moonlight reflected off every spectacular detail of your face.

He had never known quite when he started to feel this way, only that he didn't in the Blue Mountains, when he barely knew you, and he did now.

You turned your gaze from the keyhole once the wonder had made a comfortable space in your heart, and looked to the stars, all too aware of how close Fíli was.

You read out the constellations to yourself in the comfortable silence, assuming the prince was doing the same. You then heard him shift.

"Lay with me," Fíli offered, and you turned around in record time, cheeks blazing and eyes wide.

"What?"

He was already lying down with his head on one of the pillows. "To watch the stars more comfortably."

"Alright," you said, voice quiet. You scooted down until you could lay your head on the other pillow, before changing your mind. You decided to take a risk and settle your head on his chest instead.

"Is this alright?" You asked immediately. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable in this situation.

"Of course it is," he said softly, his arm raising to hold your waist. "I enjoy being close to you."

It wasn't quite a grand confession, but it was good enough for your heart to begin hammering in your chest. "I enjoy being close to you, too."

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Spark To A Flame

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 3,103

Warnings: Injuries caused by an explosion, mentions of blood and cuts. Some steaminess!

Summary: Out on duty with Fili and some of Thorin's company, your party is caught in an explosive trap set by orcs, forcing you to seek safety where you can tend to your wounds, and where you and Fili can discover there's no more time to waste in expressing your feelings.

A/N: I did it! I wrote something!! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to ever again 😅 but thankfully I broke the longest block I've had, and all thanks to @fellowshipofthefics and their January Trope Roulette challenge!

I spun Mutual Pining and Sick/Injured fic- so please enjoy!

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It had been a quiet journey so far; the days on the road uneventful and mostly pleasant aside from the occasional storm that had left your clothes, gear and ponies soaked through, and shifting your coat slightly to block the cool wind that tore through the open field, you were thankful for being dry now.

"We're going to cut in through the forest up ahead." Fili called out over his shoulder, the strength and authority in his voice making it sound deeper and even more appealing to your ears.

Keeping enough distance between you so your ponies could comfortably walk, you were provided with the perfect view of the Crown Prince at all times, able to admire his features when he was calm and deep in his own thoughts, and also when he was on high alert and searching the surroundings for any threats.

Not much time had passed since King Thorin and his company had reclaimed Erebor, and you wondered if a trip such as this had Fili feeling anxious or overwhelmed with the events of their perilous quest being so fresh in his mind. It was a miracle he, his brother and uncle were even here at all, but you smiled to yourself in seeing them alive and full of strength as they moved along ahead of you, Kili humming a joyful tune until Fili grew tired of it and gave him a forceful shove on the shoulder.

You had to duck in order to get your head below an overhanging branch as you entered the forest in single file; the path too narrow to allow for any more than one pony to pass through at a time. It was dark as soon as you were a few strides in, and looking up around you, it was evident how old and dense this forest was. The track opened up slightly wider, and as you walked further away from the light of the late afternoon just outside the wall of trees, you saw Fili halt his pony off to the side.

"Woah, easy now," he cooed to his faithful beast, patting her neck soothingly and appreciatively.

Looking back to watch you approach, he flashed you a crooked smile that made your stomach clench and a wave of heat to flush over your skin, sending your want for him even further to the point of recovery.

"It's been said that orcs have been heavily present in these parts lately, but unfortunately we do not have another route to take."

His blue eyes searched your features, and trying not to show your nerves at the information given, you nodded and held his gaze, waiting for him to continue.

"Stay close to me, eh." Fili winked, giving his pony a squeeze to urge her forward again, the braids of his moustache swaying with the abrupt jolt of her movement.

You urged your own pony ahead, smiling as you became even more certain that your feelings for Fili were reciprocated, and you hoped now just as you had at the start of this journey that the mutual yearning for each other would blossom into something more than that.

Fili seemed even more alert now, his head turning from side to side, scanning the areas you passed and occasionally craning his neck to try to see behind trees and down into the ditches along the path that seemed to drop into complete blackness, and everything in you knew it was because his focus was on keeping you out of harm's way. You felt safe with Fili regardless of the situation, knowing he always had an eye out for you and would protect you like the fierce, caring warrior he was, and even now as he put his hand up to silently ask you to stop, you didn't feel worried.

His pony immediately halted, yours following suit with a gentle squeeze on the reins as you shifted your weight back in your saddle, and you waited to see or hear the reason for him pausing.

Fili's hand carefully reached at his side, gripping the hilt of his sword, making your heartbeat increase quickly and thrum loudly in your chest.

Before you were able to gauge what the others were doing or if they had noticed the cause for Fili's concern, a loud boom vibrated through you as an explosion blasted on the left side of the path.

Everything was dark as the force blew you from your pony's back, and with a heavy thud, your body found the hard ground of the forest floor, your head bouncing off of it viciously to send you into unconsciousness.

Fili came to with a sharp inhale, smoke and debris choking him as he gasped for fresh air to fill his lungs, the grit in his eyes forcing him to keep them open and begin to take in the devastation around him that so far was gray but illuminated with an eerie orange glow from fire that licked the trees. His shaky hands gingerly felt over his torso, his belly rising and falling with sharp, panicked breaths as he began to assess his body for damage, feeling relieved that his arms and legs were present and only some minor cuts and lacerations had torn through his flesh.

Hearing groans from the others, he made his way to his hands and knees, crawling a moment to see if any bones were broken and would fail him if he stood. A wave of nausea lurched through him when he brought himself to his feet, his head pounding furiously, the scenery and his injuries disorienting him. His hands found his knees as he doubled over, but he knew he needed to move quickly and make sure everyone was okay. The dread of finding his brother or uncle or you ripped apart, or worse, made bile sting his throat, and he spit out the blood that sat in his mouth and mixed with the sourness that rose up from his stomach before scrambling to find the ones his heart was beginning to panic over.

The ringing in your ears was deafening, Fili shouting your name registering as nothing but a faint echo as he held your face desperately in his blood-stained hands, his mouth moving to the pattern of it the only way you could really be sure what he was saying. The smell of fire and something foreign was terribly strong, and ash snowed down around you and covered the gold of his hair as you began to focus more.

"We need to get out of here," he said urgently, his voice finally sounding normal as you blinked into better awareness, taking a quick glimpse at your body to check for damage.

Accepting his help, you gripped his arms and stood, the motion making you stumble, but Fili gripped your waist tightly and began taking quick steps over to where the rest of your group was already running out of the targeted area.

Hearing your ponies whinnying frantically, you whipped your head back from where you had been retrieved, seeing them galloping through the trees in search of their own safety.

"Don't worry, we'll get them back," Fili assured, pressing his arm against your back to move you forward and prevent you from turning around. You glanced at him and were about to debate, fearful for the well-being of your precious mounts, only to be convinced by the surety in Fili's blue eyes. "I promise."

"We need to keep moving," Kili confirmed, slowing his strides so you and Fili could catch up, his coughing sounding loud compared to the deadly quiet that only sang softly with the ominous sound of burning flames.

A sense of relief fell over you heavily in seeing that everyone was well enough to be running along to safety, only observing some hobbling gaits and oozing cuts that could be easily mended and healed with rest and time.

After what felt like an eternity, a large wall of mountain rock appeared to the right of your passage, and Thorin confirmed the destination as that which was originally intended; a cave to camp in for night that you knew would be your dwelling for days longer now.

A fire was hastily built while everyone began to settle in, exhaustion and pain clearly written on their faces.

Fili led you over to a corner near the back of the hollowed rock, his worried expression undeniable through the soot and blood that settled in the lines on his face.

You reached up to wipe a streak of flowing blood from his temple, making him wince and pull his head away from you slightly.

"Sorry," you whispered, lost in his eyes while your hand remained still on his warm cheek.

"I didn't even feel that one," he admitted with a chuckle, his eyes casting over the rest of his body that was decorated with crimson marks.

You reached for your water skin that somehow managed to remain strapped to your side and not torn to shreds, and took a long sip before pouring some out onto a clean cloth you would use to help clean Fili's wounds.

You started at his hands, his knuckles torn up to appear rougher than they usually were, gently wiping blood, both fresh and dry, until the colour of his skin showed again.

"Don't waste any water on me," he huffed, looking at you through long, blond lashes that were dusty with residue.

You peered up at him, not pausing your efforts to tend to him, the longing in your stare matched in his. "It's not a waste if it's for you."

He huffed out a breath, and sensing his smile that would bring out his dimples, you continued your care until the parts of him that remained to be tended to were hidden beneath his clothes.

Slowly, Fili removed his bracers, jacket and tunic, and you swallowed in having his bare chest revealed to you; the thick curls on his chest spilling down his belly and into his trousers. A deep cut broke his skin where scars left a reminder of his scarce survival against Azog's blade, and without thought your fingers began tracing their borders, making Fili's side contract to your delicate, tickling touch.

His skin was dewy with sweat, and his breathing became more laboured as he exhaled short, but deep breaths through his nostrils, causing you to stare into his eyes that seemed to glow with a passion you had never seen.

"Everyone okay over here?" Kili asked, as if he suddenly appeared out of the moutain itself, breaking the trance you were in,

"Hmm? Yeah," Fili confirmed. "Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing major."

You smiled at Kili, who gave a satisfied grin and nod of his head, turning on his heel to leave the two of you be.

"He seems to have made out okay," you observed, having noticed only a few small cuts on his face and neck.

"Luckily he was at the front with Thorin." The relief Fili felt was clear in his words and expression, knowing how much his kin, especially his younger brother, meant to him.

"Fili!" Thorin barked from the entrance of the cave, his demand evident in needing the assistance of his eldest sister-son.

Giving Fili a squeeze on his hand to permit him to leave you, you smiled at him, your moment of what felt like profound intimacy vanished with the recollection of how close to the others you were.

Your eyes remained fixed on him as we made his way - slowly and stiffly - over to where Thorin stood waiting, your stomach knotted with worry over his hesitant, fragile walk.

It was dark before long, leaving no safe opportunity for anyone to set out in search of the ponies, and your heart sank at the thought of never finding them again. It would be fine, you reminded yourself, hearing Fili's promise from earlier repeated in your mind, and you looked up to see him still deliberating with Thorin and Dwalin as to what course of action would be taken next.

Most of you were fit to continue on foot, but Fili's limp seemed to grow more exaggerated as time went on, although you could tell he was doing his best to disguise it.

Having managed to treat most of your own wounds, you stood trying to reach one that stung at the base of your neck between your shoulder blades, your hands unable to access it properly, causing your frustration to grow.

"Here, let me help you," Fili's deep, tired voice appeared as he stepped up behind you, and you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him.

His hands carefully gathered your hair and pulled it to the side to expose more of your back, but too much of your shirt was covering the area.

A shiver broke out down your spine as his fingers lingered, and you heard him swallow thickly before speaking again.

"It looks fairly deep, I'm going to need you to remove your tunic."

You felt frozen in place, but only hesitated a moment before reaching up behind your head to tug it over so that the front of you was kept hidden from his piercing eyes.

You gasped and tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stifle the whine that revealed your pain as he began cleaning the site with the wet cloth you had been using, but soon you learned to relish in his touch, your eyes falling closed from the mix of pain, exhaustion and now pleasure.

"There," he soothed, his voice audible only to you, his face beside your ear making you aware of just how close he was standing behind you.

"Thank you, Fili," you whispered earnestly, turning to face him, your arms still clasping your tunic over your chest. "I made up your bedroll, well, what was left of it anyway, while you were busy discussing things with Thorin," you explained, nodding over to the area tucked in a dark corner where you had set up enough blankets to keep him warm and comfortable.

He hummed in appreciation, his dimples breaking out in his cheeks, and you thought once again just how much you loved this bashful look he gave you so often.

"Let's get some rest then."

Fili hobbled the few steps over, the corners of his eyes scrunching up as he pushed through the pain.

"Fili, how bad is your leg?" you asked, your voice rising with concern.

"It'll be fine," he fibbed, slowly lowering himself onto the makeshift bed, the muscles in his upper body quivering as they compensated for what his lower body struggled to do. Giving him a pointed look that told him you wouldn't fall for his tale, you slipped your tunic back over your head, giving him a little glimpse of your stomach and the underside of your breasts, and knelt beside him.

"Fili," you repeated, sternly this time, locking gazes with him.

He sighed heavily. "Fine. Yes, it's sore, but it's just bruised, nothing worse." When you squinted at him, still not convinced, he softened his tone again, his blue eyes shining with honesty. "Promise."

"Okay," you agreed, your eyes dropping from his stare to glance over the other parts of him that showed the marks of other injuries. "Does anything else hurt?"

"Mhm," he hummed, nodding his head slowly up and down.

"Where?"

Your fingers carefully smoothed up his shin, fumbling over the tears in his leather trousers.

"Up."

"Here?" you asked, looking up at him, your hand now resting on his vast thigh where you were certain most of his discomfort was originating.

"No, higher."

You felt your heart stop, unsure of what exactly he was referring to, but the glint in his eyes told you you had a fairly good idea.

Breathing out steadily to help compose yourself, you trailed your fingertips past the joint of his groin and leg, seeing his belly flinch slightly because of the proximity, and you allowed your hand to splay out over the slight round of flesh that was made up by numerous pints of ale and hearty meals. The dark blond curls that you had desired to touch for too long a time felt soft to your skin, and being able to feel his body even in this simple way made you ache for him even more.

"Here?" you spoke, your voice soft and breathy.

Fili shook his head lightly, not even enough to cause the braids that hung over his inviting lips to wag. "Further still."

Your hand that wasn't on him sat between your knees, and you fisted your tunic tightly in an effort to contain the urges that swelled in you, but the expression of lust and want on his face kept you on the brink of losing control.

Smoothing your palm up his midsection, you let it rest on his chest, his heartbeat furiously pounding through his thick skin and downy blanket of hair, and shifting closer to him, you allowed your other hand to match before peeling your eyes away from where you were certain you were setting him ablaze with how much heat poured from you.

"Not there," he stated with a quiet confidence that had the corners of your mouth threaten to lift at the sides.

Sliding your hands up along the column of his warm neck, you felt his pulse hammering against your palm, and as you slowly moved them even more and cupped his strong jaw, his eyes fell closed in hazy ecstasy.

Moving to straddle his lap, you sighed out at the same time Fili released a soft moan, the sensation of your core on his hardening bulge demolishing any resolve you had left.

Leaning forward, your lips ghosted against his, your fingers weaving into his golden mane to grip and tug at his locks, an inebriating groan passing off his tongue.

"Here?" you murmured, your lips brushing his parted ones even more with the single word.

"There."

Fili crashed against you, claiming your mouth instantly with the demand of his tongue, his hands wrapping around you to pull you closer as he smoothed them up your arched back.

Sucking in a panting breath, you parted momentarily, disbelieving that you were finally kissing the one you had pined for since the day you met, that amazement mixing with the rush of your body acting on what felt so natural.

Smiling against his lips, you let your forehead rest on his. "Does it still hurt?"

"Very much," he growled, capturing you in another heated kiss.

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Thorin Oakenshield

Nothing has changed in 10 years, I still love Richard Armitage as Thorin. I decided to do all the characters in drawings to commemorate them all.

Thank you all for your patience. This drawing was very time-consuming to work on because of the large amount of detail. I hope you enjoy this portrait of Thorin Oakenshield. https://www.instagram.com/p/DBBnZiBCgu5/?igsh=MXhzNmhvOWNhcWt3eQ==

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Hihi! Can I please have headcanons with the fellowship and Thorin's company having a short (like 5 feet) human s/o. And they be part of the fellowship/company, please? Please take as much time as you need!💕

Hello again! Here's your fill for thorin's company and a short reader. Again, the height isn't specified - but I used 4'9" and 5'0" respectively on height comparison charts. Last one was platonic, this one is definitely romantic - hope you enjoy!

*･༓˚✧❝𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « headcanons »

○ Thorin ○ Fíli ○ Kíli ○ Dwalin ○ Bofur ○ Bilbo ○

GN!Reader | No TWs | Wordcount : 1k

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧

✧ He’s unusually tall for a dwarf, so is actually around your height. It’s a pleasant surprise for him and you don’t miss the satisfied grin on his face as he realises it.

✧ Doesn’t believe height should have to be a huge factor in most things, but doesn’t deny it’s nice to have the human he’s in charge of not be incredibly taller than him.

✧ It also means that when he gives you his cloak, something in him hated your shivering, it actually fits very well.

✧ Teasingly asks why you look surprised as you realise it’s not very small on you.

✧ Very relieved that he can give you proper dwarvish steel and armour, even when you aren’t sure you’ll find a set.

✧ Drags you into Erebor’s armoury to make sure there’s something for you, and there’s a second of silence as he checks your measurements. You both hope the blush on your faces isn’t too obvious.

✧ Thorin is also grateful you’re not much taller than him, because it makes it that much easier to dip you.

✧ And he can give you a quick kiss without needing to ask you to bend down.

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ You’re still taller than him, but not by an uncomfortable amount. And he’s completely fine with that.

✧ He still greets you with the same bow he greets Bilbo with, except this time there’s a wink.

✧ Doesn’t particularly care that you’re human and not a dwarrowdam - he can still love you just as well.

✧ It also means when he gives you one of his knives it still fits perfectly in your hands. Which means that, when he can make you a knife, he only has to worry about making it worthy of you and not about proportions.

✧ Sometimes tries to braid your hair standing up, if he’s got nothing better to do, but often asks you to sit down so he can do something more elaborate.

✧ (Is secretly sad that he can’t give you surprise kisses if you’re not already bending down.)

✧ Very excited to show you the jewellery still in the mountain.

✧ Both because he thinks it looks beautiful, and because you have a bet the majority won’t fit you.

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ Is the one who gets teased the most, out of the company. He’s also the one who’s most obviously in love with you.

✧ Kíli is almost late to his bow when he first sees you, instead staring for a bit too long before hurrying to dip down alongside his brother.

✧ Also the dwarf who most easily puts away his pride when he asks you to kiss him. You have to dip slightly, but in the second you do his eyes completely light up as you close the gap.

✧ Still big on hand-holding, even though he needs to have his arm slightly up for you.

✧ Really enjoys you braiding his hair, finds it very relaxing and almost completely leans into you when you do it.

✧ Is also happy to braid your hair, although that requires a little less spontaneity and a place for the two of you to sit together.

✧ Has a specific tug on your hand he uses to signal that he wants a kiss. It’s adorable, and also very obvious because he always starts blushing.

𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧

✧ If anyone is going to be taller than you, it’ll be Dwalin.

✧ Although he’s very grateful that he’s not massively taller than you - that at most it’s an inch or two. Because otherwise he’d be missing out on so many of his favourite things.

✧ He’d be missing out on seeing your smile so clearly, he’d be missing out on looking easily into your eyes as he says he loves you, he’d be missing out on easily being able to kiss you. The list goes on.

✧ Dwalin is one of the least obvious with his affections to you, but to almost everyone else in the company he’s obviously smitted.

✧ Makes a conscious effort to be gentle around you, although you reassure him he doesn’t have to be.

✧ You like his height because it makes it much less awkward for him to pick you up off your feet and twirl you.

✧ (But he’s probably strong enough to do that even if you’re a lot taller.)

𝐁𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐫

✧ An inside joke between the two of you is that, with the hat, you’re the same height. Of course this isn’t actually true unless he’s wearing a top hat.

✧ Which he does get, after Erebor is reclaimed. It’s just tall enough - and perfectly fitted - although depending on the height difference it does start to look comically tall.

✧ Doesn’t mind the height difference at all, it doesn’t stop him from admiring you.

✧ It does, however, make him leave a lot more ‘mess’ around his workspace in the form of wooden blocks.

✧ He can then easily kiss you when on them (although denies it if asked by anyone but you).

✧ Just tall enough to be able to dip you - and is very happy about this fact.

✧ Also grateful you're not much taller, because it means the toys he sometimes makes can still fit easily in your hands and he doesn’t have to adjust them.

✧ (He certainly would adjust them for you, however.)

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐨

✧ Largest height difference of any characters here. Would not let that stop him in any way.

✧ Except perhaps a little frown at the fact it’s harder for him to kiss you whenever he wants.

✧ However, he’s completely fine with walking up to you when you’re not busy and doing puppy-dog eyes.

✧ “Can I have a kiss, my love?”

✧ Is sad about the fact he can’t dip you. Doesn’t know how to feel about the fact you can - and do - dip him.

✧ He enjoys it overall, he can actually initiate the kisses. (And is ok with being gently moved around, in the appropriate context.)

✧ Winces the first few times you come into his house and he sees you almost hit your head on the beams. Covers a lot of the ceiling in fabric and pushpins until he can get a more permanent solution.

✧ Hides behind you when there’s a mild conflict. But goes in front of you to protect you if there’s ever any actual danger.

A/N : Hope you enjoyed! I also have one for lord of the rings - although it's a lot more platonic - and it can be found here. Thanks again for requesting <3

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You cooked something you wanted them to try it by hand feeding them on a spoon so “hey will you try this for me please?” moves spoon closer to their lips and says “open”

Headcanons: Gil Galad, Celebrimbor, Thranduil, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir.

This first post I hope anyone whom ever reads this enjoys, I been inspired by @earthlybeam random chaos love your writing so much makes my day ♡

Gil~Galad

You stood before Gil-galad, a small plate of steaming food in hand, the aroma of roasted vegetables and spiced honey filling the air. You had spent a good portion of the afternoon preparing it, perfecting every detail—just the right balance of sweetness and warmth. Now, you felt a spark of excitement, the hope that he’d enjoy it dancing in your chest.

“Gil-galad,” you said, your voice light with anticipation. “I made something special. Will you try it for me?”

He turned to face you, those sharp, piercing eyes of his studying you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Always the composed king. “What is it?”

“Just a little something,” you replied with a grin, teasing him. “Go ahead, trust me. Open.”

You held out a spoon toward him, the delicate blend of roasted carrots, parsnips, and a drizzle of honey gleaming in the soft light of the room. You could see the slight hesitation in his gaze, though it was only for the briefest of moments.

He raised a brow, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You ask much of me, my friend,” he said in his usual, controlled tone, though there was no real reluctance in his voice.

“Open,” you repeated, your gaze steady but playful as you moved the spoon closer to his lips.

Gil-galad hesitated for a mere heartbeat before finally complying, his lips parting slightly as you guided the spoon to his mouth. He didn’t rush, but took the bite with calm elegance, the High King in him even in the simplest of moments.

His eyes closed for a moment as he chewed, clearly savoring the taste. When he opened them again, they met yours, warm and thoughtful, with a quiet appreciation.

“Well,” he began, a slight smile now forming on his face, “it seems your cooking skills match your ability to challenge me. This is… quite good.”

You grinned, feeling a small triumph surge through you. “I’m glad you think so.”

Gil-galad didn’t speak again, but there was something in his expression—something akin to soft amusement—that made your heart flutter. He had been the ever-dignified ruler, but in this moment, you could see a different side of him, a side that only you would know: the quiet joy of something simple, something shared.

“More?” you offered, your tone teasing.

His smile deepened ever so slightly. “Only if you insist.”

You could hardly keep the grin off your face as you moved to feed him another bite, this time feeling the weight of his gaze on you more than ever.

Celebrimbor

You stood in the kitchen, carefully placing the last spoonful of a delicate dish you’d spent hours perfecting—honey-glazed figs stuffed with creamy goat cheese and roasted almonds. The aroma was tantalizing, rich and sweet with a hint of warmth from the oven. You were excited, eager to share the fruits of your labor with Celebrimbor, who was lingering nearby, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he inspected one of his many crafted items.

“Celebrimbor,” you called, your voice light with anticipation. His head tilted up at the sound of your voice, those amber eyes momentarily shifting from the mithril work in his hands to you. He smiled, though the slight furrow between his brows suggested he was still thinking through something—likely a design flaw or a new idea for his next project.

“Yes?” he replied, his tone soft but curious.

“I made something,” you said with a mischievous grin, stepping forward with a small plate in hand, carefully holding the figs on a silver dish. “I know how much you appreciate fine craftsmanship, so I thought I’d offer you a taste of mine.”

You took a step closer, the plate balanced gently in your hands as you met his gaze. “Will you try this for me, please?”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking in a way that suggested his interest was piqued, though his expression remained mostly neutral. “For you?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of amusement. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”

Grinning wider, you leaned in slightly, taking one of the figs on the spoon and moving it towards his lips with exaggerated care. “Open,” you said, a playful note in your voice as you held the spoon just inches away from his mouth.

Celebrimbor blinked, a moment of hesitation flickering across his face. He’d spent a lifetime surrounded by the finest artisans and craftsmen, but this—this was different. There was a tenderness in your gesture that made him pause, just for a second, before his lips parted and he allowed you to feed him.

The bite was small, delicate, and as he tasted it, his expression shifted from mild curiosity to something warmer, something softer. His eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring the flavor.

“It is…” He opened his eyes, fixing you with an expression that was part surprise, part admiration. “Delightful,” he said, his voice thoughtful, the corners of his lips twitching with a restrained smile. “You’ve a talent for this, as well.”

You couldn’t help but grin, pleased with the reaction. “You don’t have to be so formal, Celebrimbor. You can say it’s fantastic if you want.”

He chuckled quietly, the sound rich and warm. “Perhaps you’ll hear that from me when I’ve had more. One is hardly enough to judge.”

You nodded, offering him another bite, this time bringing the spoon closer and meeting his gaze with a teasing gleam. “I suppose I’ll have to make more then. Wouldn’t want to leave you hanging with just one taste.”

He didn’t fight you this time, and though he maintained his usual air of dignity, there was an undeniable warmth in the way he accepted the next spoonful.

“You’re quite the temptation,” he murmured, a quiet but genuine note of affection in his words. “I must confess, I’ve rarely been so distracted from my work.”

A satisfied smile curled on your lips as you watched him, both pleased with the food and the response it garnered. It was rare for him to show such vulnerability, and it made every moment you shared feel all the more precious.

Thranduil

You watched Thranduil with quiet anticipation as you held out the spoon in front of him, a small, delicate spoonful of honeyed pears glistening in the soft light of the evening. The sweet fragrance of the fruit and spices seemed to hang in the air, almost teasing his senses. You had spent hours preparing this dish, carefully infusing the pears with a blend of forest herbs that you’d hoped would appeal to his refined tastes.

“Your Majesty,” you began, voice a touch playful. “Would you do me the honor of trying something I made?”

Thranduil’s gaze shifted from the fire, sharp and calculating, as though he were weighing your words against the silence of the forest that surrounded his kingdom. His eyes, as cold and green as the ancient woods he ruled, bore into you, but for a moment, you swore you saw a glint of curiosity in them.

You took a step closer, the spoon moving ever so slightly toward his lips. His posture didn’t change—proud, composed, and regal as always—but there was something in the air now, a shift, as if he was waiting for something from you. A challenge, perhaps.

“Try it,” you urged again, smiling mischievously, “I promise it won’t bite.”

A low, almost imperceptible hum vibrated in his chest, his fingers tightening slightly around the armrest of his chair, but he didn’t speak for a moment. Thranduil’s lips parted ever so slightly, eyes narrowing in that regal, almost imperious way of his. Still, his gaze lingered on the spoon.

“Open,” you said again, voice quiet but confident.

He hesitated, just for a second, as if considering whether to indulge you, but then, ever so slowly, he leaned forward. His lips parted just enough to accept the bite, and you watched him as you fed him the honeyed pears.

The moment the fruit touched his tongue, a soft sigh escaped his lips—one that was nearly inaudible, but you heard it all the same. Thranduil’s eyes fluttered closed for just a second, as though savoring the taste. When they opened again, you saw something akin to surprise flicker in their depths.

“…This is…unexpected,” he murmured, and for a fleeting moment, his usual arrogance seemed to soften.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Unexpected in a good way, I hope?”

A small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps,” he replied, his voice lowering just slightly. “It would be rude to say otherwise, wouldn’t it?”

You leaned in a little closer, offering him another spoonful, your gaze locked with his. Thranduil’s expression remained unreadable, but there was something in his eyes now, something that made you think you had won a small victory in his unyielding kingdom.

“Well,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “I’m glad to hear that.”

For a brief moment, Thranduil seemed to be lost in thought, a rare thing for him, before he met your gaze again, his lips twitching slightly. “Do not mistake me,” he said, his voice regaining its usual, regal tone. “I am still not accustomed to being fed like some pet.”

You chuckled lightly. “Oh, I’m certain the great Elven King can tolerate a little bit of indulgence.”

He only raised an eyebrow in response, as though silently challenging your audacity, but you noticed that he didn’t pull away. In fact, his fingers brushed the edge of your hand for a fraction of a second, the faintest hint of contact—brief, but deliberate.

It was enough for you to know that, despite his aloof demeanor, something about your small act of defiance, your playful challenge, had softened the armor around him—if only for a moment.

“Perhaps,” he said quietly, “you may do this again. But only if I deem it worthy.”

You grinned, knowing that this, at least, was a victory you’d savor. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Elrond

You stood in front of Elrond, a small plate of carefully prepared elvish honey cakes in your hands, the soft aroma filling the air. You were quite proud of the delicate treat you had made, the perfect balance of sweetness and texture that you hoped would please his refined tastes.

“Lord Elrond,” you said, a playful gleam in your eye, “will you try this for me, please?”

He looked up from his work, his piercing grey eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. His composed, noble demeanor never faltered, but there was a faint lift at the corner of his lips, a sign that he was accustomed to your antics.

His brow arched ever so slightly, but he said nothing as you held up the spoon, the golden cake perched delicately upon it.

You moved the spoon closer to his lips and smiled, “Open.”

Elrond’s eyes flickered to the spoon, then back to you, his gaze sharp and steady. There was an almost imperceptible pause before he slowly parted his lips, allowing you to feed him. As he tasted the cake, you watched closely for any hint of approval.

The sweetness lingered on his tongue, and for a moment, you wondered if he would give you the satisfaction of a compliment. His eyes softened ever so slightly, though he remained quiet, his usual reticent self.

Finally, after a thoughtful moment, Elrond spoke, his voice low and measured. “It is… pleasing,” he said, the words carefully chosen, his gaze still locked on you. “But I believe the true sweetness lies in your company.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his tone unexpectedly warm. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Well,” you teased, “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment, Lord Elrond.”

He gave you one of his rare, fleeting smiles—enigmatic and almost imperceptible—but the sincerity behind it was unmistakable. “A rare one, for you,” he added, his voice carrying a hint of affection, though it was wrapped in his usual quiet poise.

You couldn’t resist. “I may need to feed you more often if I’m to hear more of these compliments, my lord.”

Elrond, as always, remained composed, but there was a soft glint in his eyes that made it clear he had appreciated your light-heartedness—if only for a moment.

Glorfindel

You watched as Glorfindel took a seat, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light on his features. There was something about his presence that made everything seem brighter—his golden hair catching the light, his easy smile, and that warm energy that radiated from him like the sun itself.

“Glorfindel,” you called softly, the dish in front of you nearly ready. “Hey, will you try this for me, please?”

He looked up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “What is it this time? Something I can’t resist?”

You smiled, holding up a spoon of steaming porridge. It wasn’t just any porridge, though—it was a special recipe you’d made, infused with berries, a touch of honey, and a dash of cinnamon. It was rich, comforting, and warm, much like the way Glorfindel made you feel whenever he was near.

“Open,” you said playfully, moving the spoon closer to his lips.

Glorfindel chuckled softly, glancing at the spoon, and then back to you. “Is this some sort of test, my friend? You’ve been known to challenge me before.”

You didn’t answer, just grinned and held the spoon steady.

“Very well,” he sighed dramatically, a mock pout pulling at his lips. “If I must…” And with that, he opened his mouth, letting you feed him the bite.

The moment the flavor hit his tongue, his eyes widened, and for a split second, he looked completely taken aback. “Well, I didn’t expect that,” he murmured, reaching for the spoon with an exaggerated air of seriousness, though his lips were still curved in amusement. “This… this is good. Too good, perhaps. Are you sure you didn’t sneak in a little magic?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “A little bit of magic, maybe. But mostly just love… and a lot of honey.”

Glorfindel laughed heartily, his golden laughter ringing through the room like music. “A dish made with affection,” he teased. “How can I refuse?”

“Will you eat the rest?” you asked, handing him the bowl.

“Of course,” he replied, taking the bowl from you. “But I may require a second helping to ensure I am not mistaken about its excellence.” He winked, taking another bite and making an exaggerated hum of appreciation.

Your heart fluttered at the playful moment, the light teasing between you two feeling like something more. “I’m glad you liked it,” you said softly, watching as he polished off the rest of the food with a satisfied sigh.

Glorfindel set the bowl aside and leaned back, his gaze softening. “You are truly a marvel, my friend. Not just with your words, but with your cooking as well. You have my loyalty forever, if only for the meals you provide.”

You grinned. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep feeding you, won’t I?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he replied with another laugh, the warmth between you both settling in like a familiar, comforting embrace.

And in that moment, as he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but feel that, yes, this was a kind of magic all its own.

Haldir

You stood in front of Haldir, your excitement bubbling over as you presented the dish you had spent hours perfecting. The warm, sweet scent of roasted root vegetables and spiced honey filled the air, mingling with the slight tang of fresh herbs. You could barely contain your grin as you stirred the concoction one final time in the pot.

“Haldir,” you said, practically bouncing on your toes, “Will you try this for me, please?”

His brows furrowed in suspicion as he looked down at the spoon you were holding out, but he didn’t refuse. The glint in your eyes told him this was a request he could not decline.

You slowly moved the spoon closer to his lips, your voice soft but commanding. “Open.”

He hesitated for only a fraction of a moment before parting his lips, the look in his eyes one of mild curiosity mixed with uncertainty. As the spoon hovered just inches from his mouth, he studied you with a raised brow, a quiet challenge in his gaze.

“Do not make me regret this,” he murmured, though there was a trace of amusement in his tone.

With a grin, you fed him the bite, watching intently as he tasted it. Haldir’s expression remained neutral for a long, agonizing second, and you held your breath. Then, he swallowed, his lips pursing slightly as he considered the flavor.

“It’s… interesting,” he said at last, voice measured but with a hint of something faintly approving. “What is it?”

You were already beaming, pleased that he hadn’t immediately recoiled. “Roasted root vegetables with a honey and herb glaze. It’s a recipe I wanted to try.”

Haldir gave a small, approving nod, his face softening for just a moment as he dipped his head. “Not bad, for a mortal dish.”

“You know, you can say you like it,” you teased, taking the spoon back. “It won’t kill you.”

He gave you a side glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps. But I am still uncertain of this… ‘mortal’ food.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” you laughed, offering him another bite. “Come on, just one more for the sake of science.”

Haldir raised an eyebrow, then sighed. “You will be the death of me,” he muttered, but he allowed you to feed him another bite. His reaction this time was slightly more positive, his lips quirking in a rare, reluctant smile.

“Fine,” he said, leaning back. “I suppose it’s not entirely terrible.”

Lindir

You had spent the afternoon in the kitchen, experimenting with a new recipe that you were sure would impress Lindir. You had crafted a delicate blend of spices and herbs, preparing a savory dish with a hint of sweetness—a roasted root vegetable puree with a dash of honey and rosemary, topped with toasted nuts for a little crunch. It was simple, but you were certain it was perfect.

Lindir was lounging by the fire, absorbed in his lute, the soft hum of the strings filling the room. You watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself, before moving toward him with the spoon, the dish balanced carefully in your hand.

“Hey, will you try this for me, please?” you asked sweetly, already moving the spoon closer to his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest glint of curiosity in his gaze.

“Try what?” he asked, brow furrowed, though he didn’t pull away. You could see the wariness on his face—he knew you well enough to recognize that this was no ordinary request.

“It’s something I made,” you said, teasing him with a grin. “I promise it’s not poisonous.” You hovered the spoon a little closer, maintaining that playful glint in your eyes.

Lindir shifted his weight, sighing dramatically as if he were about to indulge you, though you saw the tiny twitch of a smile on his lips. “Very well,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, leaning slightly forward. “But I expect a full report on what I am about to ingest.”

You smirked. “I’ll consider it an honor. Now, open.”

There was the briefest hesitation before his lips parted, just a fraction, enough for you to slide the spoon inside. As soon as he tasted the puree, his eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Well?” you prompted, unable to hide the eager anticipation from your voice.

He chewed thoughtfully, the taste seeming to settle on his tongue as he processed the flavors. For a brief moment, he seemed lost in it, his usual composure slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of surprise.

“Hmm,” he finally said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, “it’s unexpected. But… not unpleasant.” His voice was laced with amusement, though there was still a note of genuine intrigue beneath his words. “I must admit, you have caught me off guard.”

You leaned in, grinning widely. “Caught you off guard? I’m glad I’m not entirely predictable.”

He rolled his eyes, though the smile that tugged at his lips betrayed his amusement. “You are nothing if not persistent. And insufferable.”

“Oh, come now,” you said, pretending to be wounded. “I just wanted to share something delightful with you.”

Lindir’s eyes narrowed playfully as he tilted his head. “Delightful, indeed. If a little… adventurous.”

“You like it,” you teased, eyes twinkling.

“I did not say that.” He raised an eyebrow, though you could see the faint glint of affection in his gaze, despite his usually cool demeanor. “But I will give you credit. You do have a talent for surprises.”

“Not just a talent,” you shot back. “I have a gift.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, clearly humoring you, though there was no denying the fondness in his voice as he continued to watch you with a mixture of bemusement and quiet admiration.

[eljaynosine-triphosphate]

You cooked something you wanted them to try it by hand feeding them on a spoon so “hey will you try this for me please?” moves spoon closer to their lips and says “open”

Headcanons: Gil Galad, Celebrimbor, Thranduil, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir.

This first post I hope anyone whom ever reads this enjoys, I been inspired by @earthlybeam random chaos love your writing so much makes my day ♡

Gil~Galad

You stood before Gil-galad, a small plate of steaming food in hand, the aroma of roasted vegetables and spiced honey filling the air. You had spent a good portion of the afternoon preparing it, perfecting every detail—just the right balance of sweetness and warmth. Now, you felt a spark of excitement, the hope that he’d enjoy it dancing in your chest.

“Gil-galad,” you said, your voice light with anticipation. “I made something special. Will you try it for me?”

He turned to face you, those sharp, piercing eyes of his studying you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Always the composed king. “What is it?”

“Just a little something,” you replied with a grin, teasing him. “Go ahead, trust me. Open.”

You held out a spoon toward him, the delicate blend of roasted carrots, parsnips, and a drizzle of honey gleaming in the soft light of the room. You could see the slight hesitation in his gaze, though it was only for the briefest of moments.

He raised a brow, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You ask much of me, my friend,” he said in his usual, controlled tone, though there was no real reluctance in his voice.

“Open,” you repeated, your gaze steady but playful as you moved the spoon closer to his lips.

Gil-galad hesitated for a mere heartbeat before finally complying, his lips parting slightly as you guided the spoon to his mouth. He didn’t rush, but took the bite with calm elegance, the High King in him even in the simplest of moments.

His eyes closed for a moment as he chewed, clearly savoring the taste. When he opened them again, they met yours, warm and thoughtful, with a quiet appreciation.

“Well,” he began, a slight smile now forming on his face, “it seems your cooking skills match your ability to challenge me. This is… quite good.”

You grinned, feeling a small triumph surge through you. “I’m glad you think so.”

Gil-galad didn’t speak again, but there was something in his expression—something akin to soft amusement—that made your heart flutter. He had been the ever-dignified ruler, but in this moment, you could see a different side of him, a side that only you would know: the quiet joy of something simple, something shared.

“More?” you offered, your tone teasing.

His smile deepened ever so slightly. “Only if you insist.”

You could hardly keep the grin off your face as you moved to feed him another bite, this time feeling the weight of his gaze on you more than ever.

Celebrimbor

You stood in the kitchen, carefully placing the last spoonful of a delicate dish you’d spent hours perfecting—honey-glazed figs stuffed with creamy goat cheese and roasted almonds. The aroma was tantalizing, rich and sweet with a hint of warmth from the oven. You were excited, eager to share the fruits of your labor with Celebrimbor, who was lingering nearby, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he inspected one of his many crafted items.

“Celebrimbor,” you called, your voice light with anticipation. His head tilted up at the sound of your voice, those amber eyes momentarily shifting from the mithril work in his hands to you. He smiled, though the slight furrow between his brows suggested he was still thinking through something—likely a design flaw or a new idea for his next project.

“Yes?” he replied, his tone soft but curious.

“I made something,” you said with a mischievous grin, stepping forward with a small plate in hand, carefully holding the figs on a silver dish. “I know how much you appreciate fine craftsmanship, so I thought I’d offer you a taste of mine.”

You took a step closer, the plate balanced gently in your hands as you met his gaze. “Will you try this for me, please?”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking in a way that suggested his interest was piqued, though his expression remained mostly neutral. “For you?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of amusement. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”

Grinning wider, you leaned in slightly, taking one of the figs on the spoon and moving it towards his lips with exaggerated care. “Open,” you said, a playful note in your voice as you held the spoon just inches away from his mouth.

Celebrimbor blinked, a moment of hesitation flickering across his face. He’d spent a lifetime surrounded by the finest artisans and craftsmen, but this—this was different. There was a tenderness in your gesture that made him pause, just for a second, before his lips parted and he allowed you to feed him.

The bite was small, delicate, and as he tasted it, his expression shifted from mild curiosity to something warmer, something softer. His eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring the flavor.

“It is…” He opened his eyes, fixing you with an expression that was part surprise, part admiration. “Delightful,” he said, his voice thoughtful, the corners of his lips twitching with a restrained smile. “You’ve a talent for this, as well.”

You couldn’t help but grin, pleased with the reaction. “You don’t have to be so formal, Celebrimbor. You can say it’s fantastic if you want.”

He chuckled quietly, the sound rich and warm. “Perhaps you’ll hear that from me when I’ve had more. One is hardly enough to judge.”

You nodded, offering him another bite, this time bringing the spoon closer and meeting his gaze with a teasing gleam. “I suppose I’ll have to make more then. Wouldn’t want to leave you hanging with just one taste.”

He didn’t fight you this time, and though he maintained his usual air of dignity, there was an undeniable warmth in the way he accepted the next spoonful.

“You’re quite the temptation,” he murmured, a quiet but genuine note of affection in his words. “I must confess, I’ve rarely been so distracted from my work.”

A satisfied smile curled on your lips as you watched him, both pleased with the food and the response it garnered. It was rare for him to show such vulnerability, and it made every moment you shared feel all the more precious.

Thranduil

You watched Thranduil with quiet anticipation as you held out the spoon in front of him, a small, delicate spoonful of honeyed pears glistening in the soft light of the evening. The sweet fragrance of the fruit and spices seemed to hang in the air, almost teasing his senses. You had spent hours preparing this dish, carefully infusing the pears with a blend of forest herbs that you’d hoped would appeal to his refined tastes.

“Your Majesty,” you began, voice a touch playful. “Would you do me the honor of trying something I made?”

Thranduil’s gaze shifted from the fire, sharp and calculating, as though he were weighing your words against the silence of the forest that surrounded his kingdom. His eyes, as cold and green as the ancient woods he ruled, bore into you, but for a moment, you swore you saw a glint of curiosity in them.

You took a step closer, the spoon moving ever so slightly toward his lips. His posture didn’t change—proud, composed, and regal as always—but there was something in the air now, a shift, as if he was waiting for something from you. A challenge, perhaps.

“Try it,” you urged again, smiling mischievously, “I promise it won’t bite.”

A low, almost imperceptible hum vibrated in his chest, his fingers tightening slightly around the armrest of his chair, but he didn’t speak for a moment. Thranduil’s lips parted ever so slightly, eyes narrowing in that regal, almost imperious way of his. Still, his gaze lingered on the spoon.

“Open,” you said again, voice quiet but confident.

He hesitated, just for a second, as if considering whether to indulge you, but then, ever so slowly, he leaned forward. His lips parted just enough to accept the bite, and you watched him as you fed him the honeyed pears.

The moment the fruit touched his tongue, a soft sigh escaped his lips—one that was nearly inaudible, but you heard it all the same. Thranduil’s eyes fluttered closed for just a second, as though savoring the taste. When they opened again, you saw something akin to surprise flicker in their depths.

“…This is…unexpected,” he murmured, and for a fleeting moment, his usual arrogance seemed to soften.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Unexpected in a good way, I hope?”

A small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps,” he replied, his voice lowering just slightly. “It would be rude to say otherwise, wouldn’t it?”

You leaned in a little closer, offering him another spoonful, your gaze locked with his. Thranduil’s expression remained unreadable, but there was something in his eyes now, something that made you think you had won a small victory in his unyielding kingdom.

“Well,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “I’m glad to hear that.”

For a brief moment, Thranduil seemed to be lost in thought, a rare thing for him, before he met your gaze again, his lips twitching slightly. “Do not mistake me,” he said, his voice regaining its usual, regal tone. “I am still not accustomed to being fed like some pet.”

You chuckled lightly. “Oh, I’m certain the great Elven King can tolerate a little bit of indulgence.”

He only raised an eyebrow in response, as though silently challenging your audacity, but you noticed that he didn’t pull away. In fact, his fingers brushed the edge of your hand for a fraction of a second, the faintest hint of contact—brief, but deliberate.

It was enough for you to know that, despite his aloof demeanor, something about your small act of defiance, your playful challenge, had softened the armor around him—if only for a moment.

“Perhaps,” he said quietly, “you may do this again. But only if I deem it worthy.”

You grinned, knowing that this, at least, was a victory you’d savor. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Elrond

You stood in front of Elrond, a small plate of carefully prepared elvish honey cakes in your hands, the soft aroma filling the air. You were quite proud of the delicate treat you had made, the perfect balance of sweetness and texture that you hoped would please his refined tastes.

“Lord Elrond,” you said, a playful gleam in your eye, “will you try this for me, please?”

He looked up from his work, his piercing grey eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. His composed, noble demeanor never faltered, but there was a faint lift at the corner of his lips, a sign that he was accustomed to your antics.

His brow arched ever so slightly, but he said nothing as you held up the spoon, the golden cake perched delicately upon it.

You moved the spoon closer to his lips and smiled, “Open.”

Elrond’s eyes flickered to the spoon, then back to you, his gaze sharp and steady. There was an almost imperceptible pause before he slowly parted his lips, allowing you to feed him. As he tasted the cake, you watched closely for any hint of approval.

The sweetness lingered on his tongue, and for a moment, you wondered if he would give you the satisfaction of a compliment. His eyes softened ever so slightly, though he remained quiet, his usual reticent self.

Finally, after a thoughtful moment, Elrond spoke, his voice low and measured. “It is… pleasing,” he said, the words carefully chosen, his gaze still locked on you. “But I believe the true sweetness lies in your company.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his tone unexpectedly warm. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Well,” you teased, “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment, Lord Elrond.”

He gave you one of his rare, fleeting smiles—enigmatic and almost imperceptible—but the sincerity behind it was unmistakable. “A rare one, for you,” he added, his voice carrying a hint of affection, though it was wrapped in his usual quiet poise.

You couldn’t resist. “I may need to feed you more often if I’m to hear more of these compliments, my lord.”

Elrond, as always, remained composed, but there was a soft glint in his eyes that made it clear he had appreciated your light-heartedness—if only for a moment.

Glorfindel

You watched as Glorfindel took a seat, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light on his features. There was something about his presence that made everything seem brighter—his golden hair catching the light, his easy smile, and that warm energy that radiated from him like the sun itself.

“Glorfindel,” you called softly, the dish in front of you nearly ready. “Hey, will you try this for me, please?”

He looked up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “What is it this time? Something I can’t resist?”

You smiled, holding up a spoon of steaming porridge. It wasn’t just any porridge, though—it was a special recipe you’d made, infused with berries, a touch of honey, and a dash of cinnamon. It was rich, comforting, and warm, much like the way Glorfindel made you feel whenever he was near.

“Open,” you said playfully, moving the spoon closer to his lips.

Glorfindel chuckled softly, glancing at the spoon, and then back to you. “Is this some sort of test, my friend? You’ve been known to challenge me before.”

You didn’t answer, just grinned and held the spoon steady.

“Very well,” he sighed dramatically, a mock pout pulling at his lips. “If I must…” And with that, he opened his mouth, letting you feed him the bite.

The moment the flavor hit his tongue, his eyes widened, and for a split second, he looked completely taken aback. “Well, I didn’t expect that,” he murmured, reaching for the spoon with an exaggerated air of seriousness, though his lips were still curved in amusement. “This… this is good. Too good, perhaps. Are you sure you didn’t sneak in a little magic?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “A little bit of magic, maybe. But mostly just love… and a lot of honey.”

Glorfindel laughed heartily, his golden laughter ringing through the room like music. “A dish made with affection,” he teased. “How can I refuse?”

“Will you eat the rest?” you asked, handing him the bowl.

“Of course,” he replied, taking the bowl from you. “But I may require a second helping to ensure I am not mistaken about its excellence.” He winked, taking another bite and making an exaggerated hum of appreciation.

Your heart fluttered at the playful moment, the light teasing between you two feeling like something more. “I’m glad you liked it,” you said softly, watching as he polished off the rest of the food with a satisfied sigh.

Glorfindel set the bowl aside and leaned back, his gaze softening. “You are truly a marvel, my friend. Not just with your words, but with your cooking as well. You have my loyalty forever, if only for the meals you provide.”

You grinned. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep feeding you, won’t I?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he replied with another laugh, the warmth between you both settling in like a familiar, comforting embrace.

And in that moment, as he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but feel that, yes, this was a kind of magic all its own.

Haldir

You stood in front of Haldir, your excitement bubbling over as you presented the dish you had spent hours perfecting. The warm, sweet scent of roasted root vegetables and spiced honey filled the air, mingling with the slight tang of fresh herbs. You could barely contain your grin as you stirred the concoction one final time in the pot.

“Haldir,” you said, practically bouncing on your toes, “Will you try this for me, please?”

His brows furrowed in suspicion as he looked down at the spoon you were holding out, but he didn’t refuse. The glint in your eyes told him this was a request he could not decline.

You slowly moved the spoon closer to his lips, your voice soft but commanding. “Open.”

He hesitated for only a fraction of a moment before parting his lips, the look in his eyes one of mild curiosity mixed with uncertainty. As the spoon hovered just inches from his mouth, he studied you with a raised brow, a quiet challenge in his gaze.

“Do not make me regret this,” he murmured, though there was a trace of amusement in his tone.

With a grin, you fed him the bite, watching intently as he tasted it. Haldir’s expression remained neutral for a long, agonizing second, and you held your breath. Then, he swallowed, his lips pursing slightly as he considered the flavor.

“It’s… interesting,” he said at last, voice measured but with a hint of something faintly approving. “What is it?”

You were already beaming, pleased that he hadn’t immediately recoiled. “Roasted root vegetables with a honey and herb glaze. It’s a recipe I wanted to try.”

Haldir gave a small, approving nod, his face softening for just a moment as he dipped his head. “Not bad, for a mortal dish.”

“You know, you can say you like it,” you teased, taking the spoon back. “It won’t kill you.”

He gave you a side glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps. But I am still uncertain of this… ‘mortal’ food.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” you laughed, offering him another bite. “Come on, just one more for the sake of science.”

Haldir raised an eyebrow, then sighed. “You will be the death of me,” he muttered, but he allowed you to feed him another bite. His reaction this time was slightly more positive, his lips quirking in a rare, reluctant smile.

“Fine,” he said, leaning back. “I suppose it’s not entirely terrible.”

Lindir

You had spent the afternoon in the kitchen, experimenting with a new recipe that you were sure would impress Lindir. You had crafted a delicate blend of spices and herbs, preparing a savory dish with a hint of sweetness—a roasted root vegetable puree with a dash of honey and rosemary, topped with toasted nuts for a little crunch. It was simple, but you were certain it was perfect.

Lindir was lounging by the fire, absorbed in his lute, the soft hum of the strings filling the room. You watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself, before moving toward him with the spoon, the dish balanced carefully in your hand.

“Hey, will you try this for me, please?” you asked sweetly, already moving the spoon closer to his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest glint of curiosity in his gaze.

“Try what?” he asked, brow furrowed, though he didn’t pull away. You could see the wariness on his face—he knew you well enough to recognize that this was no ordinary request.

“It’s something I made,” you said, teasing him with a grin. “I promise it’s not poisonous.” You hovered the spoon a little closer, maintaining that playful glint in your eyes.

Lindir shifted his weight, sighing dramatically as if he were about to indulge you, though you saw the tiny twitch of a smile on his lips. “Very well,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, leaning slightly forward. “But I expect a full report on what I am about to ingest.”

You smirked. “I’ll consider it an honor. Now, open.”

There was the briefest hesitation before his lips parted, just a fraction, enough for you to slide the spoon inside. As soon as he tasted the puree, his eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Well?” you prompted, unable to hide the eager anticipation from your voice.

He chewed thoughtfully, the taste seeming to settle on his tongue as he processed the flavors. For a brief moment, he seemed lost in it, his usual composure slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of surprise.

“Hmm,” he finally said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, “it’s unexpected. But… not unpleasant.” His voice was laced with amusement, though there was still a note of genuine intrigue beneath his words. “I must admit, you have caught me off guard.”

You leaned in, grinning widely. “Caught you off guard? I’m glad I’m not entirely predictable.”

He rolled his eyes, though the smile that tugged at his lips betrayed his amusement. “You are nothing if not persistent. And insufferable.”

“Oh, come now,” you said, pretending to be wounded. “I just wanted to share something delightful with you.”

Lindir’s eyes narrowed playfully as he tilted his head. “Delightful, indeed. If a little… adventurous.”

“You like it,” you teased, eyes twinkling.

“I did not say that.” He raised an eyebrow, though you could see the faint glint of affection in his gaze, despite his usually cool demeanor. “But I will give you credit. You do have a talent for surprises.”

“Not just a talent,” you shot back. “I have a gift.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, clearly humoring you, though there was no denying the fondness in his voice as he continued to watch you with a mixture of bemusement and quiet admiration.