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Yeah so this guy absolutely invaded my iPad and I can’t stop drawing him 💀 Anyway! I really wanted to draw more shenanigans with Dwobbit Frodo and his fam, whom he has wrapped around his tiny finger since the day he was born lmfao. Big thank you to @belalubroski and @shujinkomononobe for keeping me inspired with different ideas!

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Home To You - Fíli Durin X Female Reader

Title: Home To You

Fíli Durin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Kíli, Thorin, Elrond, Áine (Pronounced awn-yah), Caerthynna (OC), Imra (OC), Anarzee (OC), Thranduil (Mentioned), Bilbo (Mentioned), and the Company (Mentioned)

WC: 8,383

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence very briefly mentioned, everyone lives AU, italics, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, suggestive/fade to black, Reader's race is not mentioned, no Y/N used, pregnancy, mention of sickness/illness, kind of forbidden love/romance, descriptions of childbirth (nothing too crazy, mostly vague), crying, angst, and fluff

The golden sun was slowly starting to set along the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Erebor, but neither of you cared. You and Fíli ran, your laughter ringing through the evening air like a melody carried by the breeze. The weight of his princely duties, the expectations, and the responsibilities - they didn’t exist in this moment. Right now, it was just the two of you, escaping to the only place where the world felt small, simple, and utterly yours.

Past the bridge, through the familiar winding paths of the woods, your feet barely touched the ground as you weaved between trees, dodging low-hanging branches. You looked back at Fíli, your smile bright and playful; hopefully this was going to be the night that you could beat him at the race. The scent of earth and pine filled your lungs, and your heart pounded, but not from the running. No, it was from the anticipation, the sheer delight of being with him.

The clearing revealed itself at last, bathed in the fading golden light, the sea of colorful, vivid wildflowers swaying gently as if greeting you both. This perfect, hidden world was yours and Fíli’s alone. A secret space where no royal title, no heavy crowns, and no expectations could reach him. The only one who knew of these secret rendezvous was Kíli, and even he had promised never to intrude nor tell their Uncle Thorin where the older Prince had run off to.

Breathless but grinning, Fíli managed to catch up, pulling you into his arms from behind, causing you to squeak, your hands coming up to cover his around your midsection. 

“I win,” He declared triumphantly, spinning you around slightly before setting you down in the soft grass, his bright blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You cheated,” You accused, turning around in his arms.

“Me? Cheat?” Fíli feigned innocence, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. “You wound me.”

Rolling your eyes, you slipped out of his grasp, finding your spot against the large, thick base of a tree, staring up at the sky as it deepened into dusky purples and fiery oranges. Fíli sat beside you, head heading landing on your lap, as usual, only to look at you instead of the sky.

“Tomorrow, I have meetings with Uncle and the council,” He murmured, his hand raising, fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. “And after that, I have to oversee the new trade agreements with him as well.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, knowing all too well how his duties often swallowed him whole. That was why this place mattered so much. Why these nights spent among the flowers, under the stars, were so precious. Because here, Fíli was not a Prince. He was simply yours. And you were his.

“We’ll stay here as long as we can, then,” You said softly, your own fingers running through his somewhat unruly golden locks.

A small, grateful smile touched his lips and he sighed. “Aye. As long as we can.”

Silence settled between you, comfortable and warm. The only sounds that filled the space were the gentle whisper of the wind rustling through the trees, the rhythmic chirping of crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl hidden somewhere in the canopy. The world felt still, untouched, as if time itself had paused to let you both exist in this perfect moment.

Your fingers continued their slow, soothing path through Fíli’s golden locks, absentmindedly twirling a braid or allowing your nails to gently graze along his scalp as your gaze remained fixed on the vast sky above. Stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, distant yet constant, a quiet reminder that some things were eternal. But Fíli wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. As he usually caught himself doing.

His hand rested over yours, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart. His other hand toyed with the soft blades of grass beneath him. A feeling welled up inside him as he continued to look up at you, something deep and overwhelming, something that warmed him from the inside out. A shaky exhale left his lips.

Slowly, he lifted his hand from the grass, his calloused fingers brushing lightly against the underside of your jaw, a featherlight caress that sent a shiver down your spine. The touch was soft - so unlike the hardened warrior, the noble prince. It was reverent, as though you were something delicate, precious.

Your breath hitched at the contact, your eyes finally breaking away from the stars to meet his. His gaze was steady, unwavering, filled with something unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

“Fíli?” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

His thumb traced along your jawline, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something. But instead, he only smiled, small and full of something tender. “I just… I needed to look at you,” He admitted, voice hushed. For a moment, he didn’t speak, just gazing at you with that same deep, earnest expression. And then, his words came, “You are more wondrous than the most radiant of jewels,” Fíli murmured, “I’ve seen beauty in many places, in mountains and forests, in gold and in stone, but none of it holds a candle to you. The light in your eyes, the way you laugh, how you make the world brighter simply by being in it... I…” He hesitated, his breath catching for just a moment. “I do not deserve you, but I love you. More than I know how to say.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, the intensity in his gaze, and the raw honesty in his tone. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him with a mix of awe and adoration. "Flatterer," You teased lightly, a bit breathless from his confession. “Trying to make me flustered.”

Fíli chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears, his blue eyes sparkling with affection. And then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, you leaned down, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours as your lips brushed lightly against his.

“I love you too,” You whispered softly, the words flowing from you as naturally as your heartbeat, your nose brushed against his. “And I am the one who does not deserve you, my Prince.”

And then, without another word, your lips met his in a kiss. At first, it was soft, a gentle meeting of lips that lingered, savoring the closeness. His lips were warm, and tender, and you felt a spark of something deep within you - an electricity that sent a shiver through your spine. Carefully, Fíli sits up, not once breaking the kiss as he cups the back of your neck, deepening it. Your hand dug deeper into his hair, tugging lightly, earning you a groan that rumbled deep in his throat. Slowly, your back met with the soft ground, Fíli hovering above you. The world around you faded, the moonlight casting you both in its silver glow as Fíli’s lips trailed lower, whispering promises against your skin. 

~~~

More than a fortnight had passed since that night. In the time since, you hadn't seen Fíli as often as you wished. His princely duties had kept him occupied, and though you understood, a part of you still longed for the quiet moments you had shared. Instead, you found yourself spending more time with Kíli when you weren’t tending to the wounded or ill in the infirmary. It had been King Thorin himself who had offered Erebor as your home after you aided him and the Company in reclaiming the mountain. You had fought beside them, risked your life alongside theirs, and in return, you had been granted a place within their kingdom. That was how you met Fíli. What began as camaraderie had blossomed into something deeper, something neither of you had expected but couldn’t deny. Now, Kíli's lighthearted nature was a welcome distraction, his jokes and playful antics easing the ache of Fíli’s absence, but it wasn’t the same. Still, you told yourself Fíli would come to you when he could. He always did.

But for the past few days, something had felt... Off.

You had slept in - something you never did. And when you did wake, it was as if your body refused to cooperate, leaving you sluggish and unwilling to leave the warmth of your bed. Weakness clung to your limbs, irritation simmered just beneath your skin, and even the simplest of tasks became difficult to focus on. Were you coming down with something? Falling ill? That was the only explanation, wasn’t it? Maybe you were overworking yourself. There had been many instances where Fíli - and Kíli - would have to pull you away from your work after you revealed that you hadn't had a break, and you hadn’t been sleeping well.

Deep in thought, you paused mid-step as you walked down one of the many halls in Erebor. Your brows furrowed, mind racing as the pieces slowly began to fall into place. And then - your breath caught. Frozen in place, you realized something.

You had missed your week. You didn't think anything of it at first, however... Heart pounding, your gaze dropped, your hand instinctively pressing against your stomach. 

A rush of emotions surged through you. Disbelief, uncertainty, and something else, something deeper. Slowly, you took a step back, your back meeting the cool stone wall as you pressed a trembling hand to your warm cheek. A light-headed feeling washed over you as you struggled to process the truth now settling in your chest.

Were you with child?

Your breath hitched as your mind drifted back to that night in the woods with Fíli. The warmth of his touch, the way he held you, the whispered words between kisses beneath the stars. Your cheeks burned at the memory, heat flooding your face. And then, like a whirlwind, a storm of emotions crashed over you - fear, worry… But above all else, happiness. Joy.

A baby.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision as the weight of the realization settled in. You couldn’t stop them, nor did you want to. They spilled over, trailing down your cheeks as a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.

“Are you alright?”

The familiar voice made you jump slightly, and you turned to see Kíli standing a few feet away, his brows drawn together in concern. His usual playful demeanor had shifted into something softer, worry evident in his gaze as he took a step closer. You quickly wiped at your eyes, nodding as you let out a shaky breath. “I- yes. I’m alright.” You sniffled, another laugh bubbling past your lips as you smiled, eyes still shining with tears. “I’m just… Happy.”

Kíli’s concern didn’t fade entirely, but at your words, his expression softened, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “Well, that is good, then.” He eyed you for a moment before nudging your arm. “Still, I do not think I have ever seen someone cry because they were happy.”

You only laughed again, shaking your head, your heart still racing with the joy of your secret.

Kíli tilted his head, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Does this happiness have anything to do with a certain blonde Prince?”

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening as you gasped. Fíli. You had to tell him. Quickly, you wiped the tears from your face, steadying yourself before breaking into a run down the halls, Kíli following close behind. Your feet carried you toward the throne room - the very place you had originally been heading before your realization had struck. Fíli would be there, as he always was at this time. You had to tell him.

But as you reached the massive doors, you froze. Thorin’s deep voice echoed from within. You hesitated, the weight of his tone holding you in place. Kíli came up beside you, confusion flickering across his face as you both instinctively pressed yourselves against the cold stone wall, peeking through the slightly open door.

“I have arranged for you to wed, Fíli,” Thorin’s voice was firm, unwavering. “A high-born dwarven maiden from the Iron Hills. The union will strengthen our alliance and secure Erebor’s future.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest. The warmth that had filled you only moments ago was gone, replaced by an icy numbness that spread through your limbs. The world around you blurred, and all you could hear was a ringing in your ears. Kíli turned to you, saying something, but his voice was distant, muffled. Like you were underwater... Drowning.

Fíli was to be married. To someone else.

The thought barely had time to settle before your body reacted on its own. You turned and ran, blinded by the tears welling in your eyes. The halls of Erebor passed in a blur, your heartbeat thundering in your ears, drowning out Kíli’s voice as he called after you. Reaching your room, you threw open the door and stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind you. Your legs gave out beneath you, and you collapsed onto your bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and clutching it to your chest. The soft furs brushed against your skin as you curled in on yourself, but they offered no comfort.

Sobs wracked your body, the pain in your chest tightening like a vice. You had been so happy only moments ago - so ready to share your joy with Fíli. And now… Now, it felt like that happiness had been ripped away before you even had the chance to hold it. You were so lost in your grief that you didn’t hear the knock at your door. Didn’t hear it creak open, nor the soft footsteps approaching. Only when you felt a gentle touch on your arm did you stir.

Kíli sat beside you on the bed, his expression filled with quiet concern as he rubbed slow, soothing circles against your arm. “You know Fíli would never allow this,” He murmured. “He will find a way. He’ll convince Uncle to put an end to this arrangement.”

His voice was steady, filled with certainty. But you could only stare ahead, fresh tears slipping silently down your cheeks. Because, no matter how much you wanted to believe him, a terrible doubt had already crept into your heart.

Slowly, reluctantly, you sat up, tucking your legs against your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Your voice was quiet, strained, as you finally spoke. “I don’t think Thorin will change his mind, Kí… He’s doing what he thinks is best for his kingdom.” You sniffled, brushing the dampness from your cheeks. “He’s a wise king. He knows what is best.”

Kíli stared at you as if you had gone mad. His brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. “Are you mad?” He asked, disbelief coloring his tone. “Are you just going to give up?” You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. But Kíli wasn’t done. “Fíli would not give up on you,” He said firmly. “Not for anything. He will fight. So why are you giving up on him?”

You finally looked at him, your eyes filled with sorrow but also with a quiet resolve. “I’m not giving up on him, Kíli,” You whispered. “But this… This decision will be best for him.”

Kíli’s brows furrowed deeper, frustration flashing in his dark eyes. “Best for Fíli?” He repeated incredulously. “You honestly believe that? That losing you - losing the love of his life - is what’s best for him?”

You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your arms. “He is the heir to Erebor,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “His duty will always come before his heart.”

Kíli let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "That may be true for Uncle," He said, his voice heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. "But Fíli... Fíli is not Uncle. He would never choose duty over you, not if it means losing what he truly wants." You felt a pang in your chest at his words, and despite the doubt that had clouded your mind, a flicker of hope ignited. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully embrace that hope. Kíli gave you one last, lingering look, his eyes filled with worry but also a sense of determination. "I'll go now," He said quietly, his tone softening as he stood. "You need rest, and I’ll speak to Fíli first thing in the morning."

You nodded absently, still too lost in thought to fully focus on his words. "Thank you, Kí."

With a final glance, Kíli left, closing the door gently behind him. As the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall, you sank back into the bed, your eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling above.

But what Kíli didn’t know - what no one knew - was that you had already made your decision. Deep down, you knew that no matter how much you wanted to fight for what you and Fíli shared, the truth was unavoidable. Fíli’s future was not something he could escape. His duty would always be his first priority, and the life he had planned before you entered it would take precedence over the love he had for you. And the addition that you were with child - his child - that would only complicate everything for him.

You wiped away the remaining tears on your cheeks and exhaled, your chest heavy. The heartache was unbearable, but you had no choice. No matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t stand in the way of his destiny. He deserved to be happy.

In your heart, you knew what needed to be done. You only hoped Fíli would forgive you for it.

~~~

As the sun crept up above the treeline, Fíli made his way to your room, fiddling with one of his mustache braids, nervous, anxious, and all in-between. News of his arrangement had shocked him. He was not expecting it. Not so soon, anyway. He thought he had more time to figure out a way to tell his uncle about his and your courtship, but it seemed that he ran out of time.

Fíli’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he walked nervously toward your room, twisting one of the braids in his mustache. He had spent the night tossing and turning, struggling to find the right words to tell you. The news of the arrangement had hit him like a storm - unexpected and all-consuming. He had always known his duty as heir to Erebor would come with sacrifices, but never did he imagine that one of those sacrifices would be you. He had wanted more time. More time to prepare, more time to speak to his Uncle, and more time to tell you everything. The truth of his heart. But it seemed time had already run out.

When he reached your door, he knocked softly, calling your name with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Amrâlimê?" He called again, his voice tight. When no answer came, worry began to curl in his chest, and he hesitantly pushed the door open.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

His eyes scanned the familiar surroundings - everything looked as it should. The warm sunlight filtered through the windows, the soft pillows still in place on the bed - but something was missing. Something vital.

Your presence.

He walked in, calling your name one more time, but his heart dropped as he saw that your traveling bag was gone. A chill swept over him, and he quickly scanned the room again, his gaze frantic. Most of your clothes were gone too. Panic surged through his veins, his mind racing with questions.

Where were you?

Why had you left?

Had you overheard the conversation yesterday? Did the news of the arranged marriage drive you away?

He rushed around the room, calling your name in a panic, as though you might suddenly materialize out of thin air. But the room remained still, empty, and cold.

Fíli sank onto the edge of the bed, his breath shaky. He buried his face in his hands, torn between dread and confusion. His heart twisted, wondering if he had already lost you. If you had left because of the arrangement. Because of the future he could not escape. No, he was going to escape this fate. As he sat there, a glimmer of something caught his eye. A small piece of parchment lay on the edge of the bedside table. With trembling hands, Fíli reached for it, his breath catching in his throat as he saw your handwriting scrawled across the page. His heart pounded as he read, the words on the page sinking into his chest like a dagger. You were leaving.

The letter was short, but the message was clear - you believed your presence would only be a hindrance to his happiness, that his new path was the one he had to follow. He couldn’t breathe. Fíli’s gaze swam with disbelief, the words blurring before his eyes. No. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You couldn’t just leave like this. He couldn’t let you go. With the letter still clenched tightly in his hand, he stood, determination lighting his eyes. He wasn’t going to lose you like this - not without a fight. 

~~~

Three months had passed since you left Erebor. The trip to Rivendell had taken much longer than you had originally hoped. Each day seemed to stretch on endlessly, as your fatigue deepened with every mile. At first, you had tried to push through it, thinking that it would pass, that it was simply the result of the emotional toll you’d carried with you when you left Fíli behind. But as the days and weeks stretched into months, it became clear that being with child while traveling long distances was overwhelming. Your body felt weaker, slower. Your energy was spent by midday, and you found it harder and harder to focus on the road ahead. The cold seemed to settle into your bones, and the exhaustion clung to you like a shroud. But, you pushed through. You had done this all before when you traveled with the Company, you could do it again.

There were also some minor setbacks - things you hadn’t accounted for when you’d decided to flee. One of the worst occurred when you found yourself trapped in a cave for three days, the weather worsening outside as relentless rain poured down, turning the paths into streams and making travel impossible. You hadn’t minded, as the cave offered warmth and shelter.

The rain didn’t let up, and you had no choice but to wait it out. Your mare, though brilliant and strong, was becoming restless in the confined space, and you feared continuing the journey in the worsening weather would only lead to more problems. You couldn’t risk getting sick - especially not with how weak you had already felt. You didn't want to possibly endanger your baby. So, you waited. You rested. The storm raged outside while you tried to find comfort in the silence; speaking to your pretty mare for company. She was a great listener. But all you could think about was Fíli. His face, his smile, his touch… All of it haunted you, pulling at your heart with a force you couldn’t ignore. 

Finally, when the rain cleared, you managed to resume your journey, though it felt as though the weight of the world pressed down on your shoulders. You were getting closer to Rivendell, but it didn’t bring you the peace you had hoped for. Instead, a quiet, lingering dread had settled in your chest. Would you ever truly be able to escape your heart's desire? Would you ever be able to stop longing for Fíli’s presence, for the warmth and love you had left behind?

You didn't know.

Rivendell was a breathtaking kingdom. The beauty of it all struck you as soon as you entered its gates - lush greenery, delicate waterfalls, and buildings that seemed to glow softly with an ethereal light. The air felt fresher, and crisper, and for the first time in months, you allowed yourself to breathe deeply, though the ache in your chest remained. As you dismounted your mare, weary from the journey, Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, greeted you. His eyes softened when he saw you, a small, sad, but knowing smile touching his lips. It made something inside you twist. He had always been wise, and there was an understanding in his gaze that seemed to reach beyond words.

"Welcome back," He greeted you, his voice calm and warm. "We have been expecting you."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Expecting me?" You asked, your voice soft with a hint of curiosity. "How did you know I was coming?"

Elrond’s smile grew faint but not unkind. "I had a vision," He replied simply, his tone suggesting that it was not the first time such things had happened to him. His knowing gaze lingered for a moment longer before he gestured for you to follow him. "Come, I have a room prepared for your arrival."

As he led you through the halls of Rivendell, Elrond asked about your life so far to ease the obvious tension that weighed heavily in your chest. You told him about your time since the reclaiming of Erebor - how you had helped the dwarves rebuild, how the land was slowly healing, about Fíli... Elrond listened intently, his quiet presence somehow soothing despite the unease that clung to you. When you arrived at your chambers, the sight of the warm light spilling from the room’s entrance seemed inviting, almost comforting.

He opened the door for you, and you stepped inside, noticing immediately how the room was well-appointed, its beauty matched only by the peace it seemed to offer. The scent of lavender and soft herbs filled the air, and you realized that it was the same room that you stayed in all those many months ago.

"You must be exhausted," Elrond said as he glanced around. "I will have someone help you with your things. A warm bath has already been drawn for you. I imagine it will do wonders after such a long journey." You nodded gratefully, a small, appreciative smile tugging at your lips. You had not realized how much you needed rest until now, the weight of the past months settling in on your shoulders. "If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to ask," Elrond continued, his voice full of kindness. "Rivendell is very much your home as it is mine."

You turned to him, meeting his eyes with gratitude. "Thank you, Lord Elrond," You whispered, the first words of real relief escaping your lips. As he left the room, you sat down on the bed, letting the reality of being here, in Rivendell, wash over you. 

~~~

As the weeks flew by, you slipped into life in Rivendell surprisingly easily, though it wasn’t without its differences. Rivendell was not like Erebor. It lacked the warmth of the mountain’s hearth, the familiar scent of stone and iron that you had grown so accustomed to. The sound of the wind whistling through the halls of Erebor, the echoing calls of the dwarves working together in their forges, was a rhythm that had been with you for so long. And, despite the serenity of Rivendell, you would always miss that comforting closeness. The hustle and bustle, the sense of purpose that Erebor had given you... Here, it was peaceful, almost too quiet at times.

But, amidst the new routine, life had a way of continuing, whether you were ready for it or not. Slowly, your body began to change. Your stomach began to grow noticeable. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough that even the maids who had tended to you since your arrival noticed. And you soon realized that Lord Elrond had known about the child, perhaps when you had first arrived.

He had been quietly supportive, and over the weeks, you found yourself with at least two maids - Imra and Anarzee - with you at all times, almost. They helped with dressing, ensuring your comfort, bringing you food when you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed, helping with your morning sickness, helping you with whatever random food craving you had, and bathing you when you felt too exhausted to do it yourself. It was, in a strange way, relaxing. You had been pampered more in the past handful of weeks than you ever had been before, but it was something you never truly allowed yourself to enjoy before.

Yet, in the quiet of the night, the peace that Rivendell offered often became too much for you to bear. You would find yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of Fíli, of the life you had left behind. The joy of being with child should have been enough to quiet the storm inside you, but it wasn’t. It only intensified the ache in your chest, the emptiness of missing him, of missing your old life. And on those countless nights, tears would slip from your eyes, soft and silent, as you cried for the future that could never be.

Leaving Fíli had been the hardest thing you had ever done. Every step away from Erebor, every mile that put more distance between you and him, felt like your heart was being left behind. But despite the agony it caused you, you knew deep down that it was for the best - for him. He was going to marry someone else, someone his uncle had arranged for him. He was the heir to Erebor, and his duty had always been greater than anything personal.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Fíli coming after you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he would find you - that he would search for you, desperate to bring you back. But reality was cruel. Yes, it had been a stretch to think he might come after you when you hadn’t even told him where you were going. 

You brushed your fingers gently along your bump, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you felt a little kick. You didn’t blame your child. You couldn’t. This little one, growing within you, had already captured your heart in a way nothing else could. The bond you shared with them, the tiny life that would soon be part of you, filled you with love so deep it was almost overwhelming. You promised them that you would love them with everything you had, no matter what.

And soon, the day arrived.

It was a grueling and painful few hours, each contraction feeling like an eternity. You gripped Imra's hand tightly, the pressure in your chest and lower abdomen growing with every wave of pain. Sweat beaded on your brow, trickling down your face as you fought to keep your breathing steady, remembering everything the healers had told you in preparation. The herbs they had given you helped, but no amount of preparation could truly alleviate the sheer intensity of what you were going through.

Anarzee, ever calm and steady, stood at your other side, offering soft words of encouragement. She wiped your forehead with a cool cloth, her voice a quiet anchor in the storm of pain that raged through you. 

Lord Elrond’s healer, Caerthynna, was guiding the process with quiet professionalism, her steady hands assisting in ways that left you thankful for her expertise. Her words were soft, assuring you through every push. "You're doing well," She murmured, her voice like a balm to your nerves. "Two more pushes, just two more, and you’ll have your baby in your arms."

With your next push, the pain surged again, sharper this time. You could feel your body straining, your muscles aching as you did your best to breathe through the agony, your mind focusing solely on the task at hand. "Breathe, slowly, breathe," Imra coaxed, her face etched with both concern and admiration.

Then, with one final, overwhelming push, the pressure eased, and the room fell into a heavy silence. The sound of a baby’s cry pierced the air, a beautiful, life-affirming noise that brought tears to your eyes. Exhausted, drenched in sweat, you collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for air as the weight of the moment settled around you.

"A beautiful girl." Imra spoke with a smile as Caerthynna cleaned your newborn in a soft cloth, before placing her gently in your arms as Anarzee grabbed a small blanket to place over your babe, over your arms. The world outside seemed to blur as you gazed down at your little one. Feeling her tiny hands pressed against your chest, and for a brief, precious moment, you forgot all the pain, all the heartache. All that mattered was the life you had brought into the world.

Tears, silent but flowing, gathered in your eyes as you whispered softly, your voice trembling. "You’re here." You brought your hand up to brush the little golden tufts of soft hair on her head, "My little Áine."

~~~

You held your precious Áine in your arms, the soft creak of the rocking chair blending with the gentle rhythm of your humming. The melody was one that had been passed down from your mother, a soothing lullaby that you had always found comfort in as a child. It seemed only right that you would now pass it on to your daughter. As you rocked slowly, you brushed her tiny, golden tufts of hair with your fingers, the softness almost too delicate to believe.

It had been a couple of weeks since Áine's arrival, and each day felt like a gift. Her presence was a quiet, constant joy in your days. Ever since she had come into the world, Lord Elrond had been kind, bringing gifts for her - a beautiful cradle carved with intricate designs, soft blankets that smelled faintly of herbs, vanilla, and lavender, clothing in gentle colors, and toys that would bring her delight as she grew. He had been a gracious host, and his kindness had not gone unnoticed. You didn't know how to repay him.

But as you sat in the quiet of the room, humming to your daughter, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of her resemblance to Fíli. The soft curve of her face, the delicate features, the tiny hands that were so much like his. And those eyes - those bright, sapphire-blue eyes - every time she blinked, you were reminded of him. 

"You're perfect, Áine," You whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath. Her tiny fingers curled around yours as she settled against you, her little body nestled against yours. The peacefulness of the moment filled you with a quiet sense of fulfillment. Your little Áine, whose quiet gurgles would be your new song, the melody that kept you grounded, no matter the storm of emotions that sometimes threatened to overwhelm you. With a soft sigh, you continued to hum, the soothing rhythm of the lullaby settling over both you and Áine as your exhaustion began to take hold. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, her tiny breaths, became your anchor. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered closed, and her little fingers loosened their grip on your hand. The peaceful silence filled the room, and you knew it was time.

Carefully, you shifted her into her cradle, laying her down on the soft blankets. Your heart tightened as you gazed at her, her sweet face peaceful in slumber. It was hard to leave her, but you knew that she was safe. Imra was there, her presence a quiet reassurance.

Imra smiled at you as you turned toward the door, a silent acknowledgment of your departure. “Go, my lady,” She said gently, “I will watch over her.”

You smiled back, a bittersweet expression crossing your face as you gave one last glance at your daughter. Then, with a soft breath, you stepped out of the room. It was hard, the thought of leaving Áine behind, but you needed a moment, just a moment to breathe, to clear your head. 

As you made your way through the halls of Rivendell, your fingers subconsciously pressed against your stomach, the same gesture you’d made countless times before. It was a habit, the comforting gesture that you had grown accustomed to. The fountain was in sight. It was a place you had frequented when you needed solitude. The sound of the water trickling into the basins was soothing. A soft smile crept onto your lips as memories of your time with the Company surfaced. The first time you had visited Rivendell, the dwarves had been so out of place, their grumbles about the food and the constant complaints about eating greens. You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself. They had been so serious, so earnest in their disdain for the elven cuisine - and music - and yet there had been a charm in it, a warmth that had made those days unforgettable.

But now, the memories felt distant, almost like another lifetime. Things had changed, and you had changed. And yet, despite it all, the feeling of longing remained. You sighed softly, fiddling with your courtship bead Fíli had gifted to you so long ago. The past would always be a part of you, but the present was something you had to face, with or without Fíli. With or without the life you thought you'd have. And in that fleeting moment, at least, you could allow yourself to smile and remember the laughter, the joy of days gone by. Especially when they decided to swim in Lord Elrond's fountain; that memory always made you chuckle.

As you began to head back, the familiar, comforting space of Rivendell wrapped around you once more. The gentle curve of the hallway walls brushed against your fingertips as your other hand fidgeted with the soft purple silk of your dress, the fabric a soothing texture beneath your fingers. Perhaps, when you returned to your chambers, you would have enough time to have a nap yourself before Áine awoke. 

"Amrâlimê." You froze, hearing Fíli's voice, for a split moment, you thought that you were dreaming, hearing things.  

Your breath hitched, your heart hammering in your chest as you slowly turned around. And there he was.

Fíli stood at the end of the hallway, his golden hair slightly disheveled from travel, his bright blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and exhaustion written in every line of his face, but none of that mattered. Not when his gaze was filled with something you hadn't seen in so long - relief, longing, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.

Your lips parted, but no words came. You could only stare, frozen in place as emotions warred within you. 

Fíli took a hesitant step forward, "I have been searching for you."

Your lips trembled as you finally found your voice, barely more than a whisper. "Fíli..?" Your heart clenched, your fingers tightening in the silk of your dress. "What are you doing here?"

Fíli moved closer still, his expression unwavering, full of quiet determination. "I have come for you," He said firmly. "To bring you home." Your breath caught, but he continued before you could respond. "Ever since I found your letter, I have not stopped searching. I wrote to every nearby kingdom, inquiring if you had been seen - King Thranduil in Mirkwood, Bilbo in the Shire, and ever the Iron Hills." You swallowed hard, emotions surging within you as he took another step forward. "Then I sent one to Lord Elrond," Fíli continued, his voice softer now. "Weeks passed before I received a response. And when I did, I left Erebor without hesitation. I had to find you."

Your throat tightened as he drew closer, stopping just a few feet away. His presence was overwhelming, the warmth of him, the reality of him standing right there. You had spent months convincing yourself he would never come. That he had chosen another. And yet - here he was.

Your fingers twitched at your sides where they gripped at your dress, you desperate to reach out, to touch him, to reassure yourself that he was real. Your heart ached with the longing to close the space between you, to feel the warmth of his embrace once more.

"Fíli-"

"Why did you leave?" His voice was strained, a mixture of hurt and frustration woven through his words.

You swallowed hard, your gaze dropping as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. The weight of your decision, the pain of that night, came rushing back with full force. Slowly, you lifted your eyes to meet his, the sorrow in them clear. "The night before I left Erebor," You began, "I overheard you and Thorin speaking. I heard Thorin arranging a marriage for you." You exhaled shakily, blinking against the sting of unshed tears. "I thought… It was best. For you. To leave. To give you a chance to be the heir you were meant to be, without me complicating things."

Fíli’s brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his features before something like realization settled in. His jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You believed leaving me was best?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion in it was unmistakable. Fíli took another step closer, his expression torn between disbelief and heartbreak. "Would you not think that I would know what is best for myself?" His voice was stronger now, edged with frustration, yet still laced with that unmistakable tenderness he had always reserved for you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he didn’t let you. "I was going to handle it," He continued, "I was going to tell Uncle that I was already in courtship with another, that I loved you, and that there was nothing he - or anyone else - could do to change that." 

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest. You had left, believing you were sparing him from a burden he hadn’t chosen. But here he was, telling you that you had always been his choice. Why had you been so stubborn? Why had you convinced yourself that leaving was the only option? That he wouldn't fight for you?

Your gaze dropped to the floor, shame creeping in as you muttered, “I… I thought I was doing what was right. I thought-” You swallowed hard, hands trembling at your sides. “I thought it would be easier for you if I wasn’t in the way.”

Fíli let out a sharp breath, his frustration evident, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he reached for you, his fingers brushing over your hand before he caught it completely, holding you firm. “Easier?” He repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “Amrâlimê, losing you nearly destroyed me.” His fingers tangled with yours as he looked up at you, so vulnerable, "Come home," He pleaded to you.

You parted your lips to speak, to say something - anything - but before you could, a soft cry pierced the air.

Áine.

Your eyes widened, and you instantly pulled away from Fíli's grasp, moving swiftly toward your chambers. Behind you, Fíli hesitated only a moment before following.

Stepping inside, you found Imra gently bouncing Áine in her arms, her expression apologetic as she looked up at you. “Apologies, my Lady. She has become restless but she does not seem to be hungry.”

Fíli’s breath caught as he took in the scene before him, his brow furrowing in confusion. But you barely noticed as you reached for your daughter, gathering her into your arms with practiced ease. The moment Áine was in your embrace, she quieted, her tiny fingers curling into the fabric of your dress, her cheek pressed against your chest. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, your heart full. And then, as if sensing the weight of the moment, you looked up - meeting Fíli’s stunned, wide-eyed gaze.

Imra, ever perceptive, cast you a quick glance before swiftly exiting the room, shutting the doors behind her, leaving you and Fíli alone. Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words, with emotions too tangled to unravel in mere moments.

Fíli swallowed hard, wetting his lips as he struggled to find his voice. “You-” He started, then faltered. He exhaled sharply, his voice quieter when he tried again, hesitant, unsure. “You have moved on?”

Your heart clenched at the thought, at the hurt in his voice. You shook your head immediately, frantic to reassure him. “No, Fi. No.” You breathed out, “I have not moved on. I have not loved another.” You hesitated, words catching in your throat as you glanced down at the baby nestled against your chest. “Just-” You paused, sighing softly as Áine’s tiny blue eyes blinked up at you, her lips parting in a small gurgle of contentment. Fíli was silent, unmoving, as if afraid to breathe. You shifted, moving to the rocking chair by the window, settling in carefully with your daughter in your arms. Rocking gently, you finally looked back up at him, your voice softer this time. “Come see her.”

Fíli hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. Slowly, cautiously, he came to stand beside you, peering down at the tiny bundle cradled in your arms. She was wrapped snugly in fine satin, deep purple and soft blue, fabrics gifted by Lord Elrond himself. But it wasn’t the elegant cloth that caught Fíli’s attention - it was her. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the window, wisps of it glowing like spun gold. And her eyes - bright, strikingly blue - mirrored his own, sparkling with curiosity as she let out another soft gurgle. And then, realization struck him like a hammer to the chest.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Is she mine?”

You smiled wistfully, your gaze dropping to Áine as you gently stroked her soft cheek. Was it fear that kept you from looking at him? Or was it the overwhelming urge to burst into happy tears now that he was here - that he had found you, that he had found her?

Your throat felt tight as you nodded, doing the best you could to steady your voice. “Her name is Áine.”

Fíli let out a shaky breath, “That night, in the clearing…” He murmured, almost as if he was still trying to grasp the reality before him.

You nodded again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… That night.” A silence stretched between you before you found the strength to continue. “I found out I was with child the night I overheard Thorin,” You admitted, your fingers absentmindedly running over Áine’s tiny hand. “And I left… Thinking it would be easier for you. I thought if I were gone, you could be the heir without this - without me - being a burden to you.” You swallowed hard, guilt pressing down on you like a weight. “But now I know… Leaving was a mistake.” Your voice cracked as you met his gaze, tears slipping freely down your cheeks. “These past months without you have been unbearable. But having her… Having Áine, it felt as if I could breathe again.” Fíli’s expression was unreadable - his blue eyes glistening with emotions too vast to name. A choked sob left you as you shook your head, voice thick with regret. “I am so sorry, Fíli. I did not think my poor decisions would lead us here. I thought I was sparing you, but all I did was hurt us both. I hurt her...”

Fíli gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “No, amrâlimê,” His knuckles brushed against your cheek, a featherlight touch before he wiped away your tear with a calloused thumb. “I understand,” He said softly. “I do not blame you for leaving out of fear.” He let out a shaky breath, his thumb lingering against your skin as if reassuring himself that you were real. “I only wish you had told me. That you had trusted me enough to face this together.” His voice wavered slightly, but he held steady. “But the past is in the past. We are together again. We should not worry about the past any longer." Fíli exhaled softly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I will write to Uncle, tell him I have arrived in Rivendell and that you, Áine, and I will return home.” His voice was steady, but there was something unshakably determined in his tone - a promise, a vow.

Your breath hitched, a teary, joyous smile breaking across your lips as you nodded. "Alright." Your voice was but a mutter. 

“I have already spoken to Lord Elrond when I arrived." He continued, "I had been confused as to why he mentioned sending a carriage and a few of his finest warriors for whenever we decided it best to leave, but I understand now.” His eyes dropped to Áine, his expression softening, and slowly, he reached out. The tip of his fingers brushed along her chubby cheek, and Áine responded instantly, letting out a mix of a giggle and a gurgle, as if she knew. Tiny fingers reached out, grasping his much larger one, holding on tight. Fíli sucked in a breath, his lips parting slightly as wonder flickered across his face. “She’s strong,” He whispered, “Just like her mother.” Fíli’s gentle smile shifted into something more playful, mischief dancing in his bright blue eyes. “And clearly, she has my good looks."

A laugh bubbled past your lips, the weight in your chest easing for the first time in months. “Oh, is that so?” You mused, reaching up to tug playfully on one of his mustache braids.

His grin widened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you guide him closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “Absolutely,” He murmured.

“Come here,” You whispered, and Fíli didn't hesitate.

He leaned in, closing the distance, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss - one that spoke of everything left unspoken. Of love lost and found again. Of home.

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i saw the vision .. legolas and fíli have the power to do the funniest thing ever

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Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield

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Could I please request a fili x reader where the human reader is his wife and lives with him at Erabor. Since it’s hard for her to be underground all the time she’s been sneaking out to go for a swim in a nearby lake and Fili, after following her and finding out what she’s been doing surprises her with a picnic in the forest? No worries if this isn’t your vibe and thank you either way!! I’m so happy to see someone else still writing on here :))

Notes: OF COURSE YOU CAN!! I was so stoked to see my first request in my inbox, and I am more than happy to write this for you. I hope I can do your idea justice! I also feel like the writing part of the fandom has died down a lot but I hope to contribute :)

Warning(s): None, nudity mentioned but it's romantic in context.

Where The Water Calls

The stone halls of Erebor were a wonder, carved with the skill of a thousand Dwarven hands, glimmering with veins of gold and gems embedded deep in the mountain's heart. It was a kingdom rebuilt, a home reclaimed, and for you, it was everything--except the open sky.

The weight of stone above your head was constant, pressing, unyielding. You had tried to grow accustomed to it, and most days you could. But some nights, when the stars whispered through unseen cracks in the rock, you slipped away. The lake about a quarter mile outside Erebor's gates had become your secret. A place where you could breathe, where the sky stretched vast and endless above you, and the water welcomed you like an old friend.

It wasn't just the change of scenery that gnawed at you, but the sheer shift in your life. Marrying Fili had been a whirlwind, one you had embraced with love, but the reality of it was something you hadn't fully prepared for. Erebor was different--not just in its grandeur, but in its way of life. You were no longer part of the world you had always known. And worse, still, Fili, burdened with responsibilities as the eldest prince, was often too busy to keep you company. You were left to your own devices more often than not, surrounded by unfamiliar stone and the quiet hum of a kingdom that wasn't yours by birth. The mountain, once a marvel, felt like a cage.

Tonight was no different.

You moved quietly through the dim corridors, your soft shoes muffling your steps, your cloak wrapped tight around your shoulders. The guards had long since grown accustomed to your wandering, assuming you needed air and space--an understanding granted only because you were the beloved wife of their prince. But they didn't know how far you went, how the mountain's weight lifted from your lungs the moment you reached the shore.

The lake was quiet, silver under the moonlight. You pulled off your cloak and let it pool on the grass, then unfastened the rest of your garments, letting them slip from your shoulders until you stood bare under the moonlight. The cool night air kissed your skin as you stepped into the water with a sigh. It was cold, but you welcomed the bite, the way it made you feel alive in a way stone never could. You drifted, weightless, staring up at the sky, at the stars that no Dwarven forage could recreate.

Unbeknownst to you, Fili watched from the trees, his breath catching in his throat. At first, his gaze traced the familiar lines of your form, admiration and desire twining together. But then, as he saw you relax, saw the way the water unburdened you, the tension in your frame unwinding like a leaf drifting in a stream, something deeper settled within him. This was more than a stolen escape--it was a need, one he hadn't realized you carried.

He had noticed you disappear before. At first, he had assumed you simply wandered the outer halls, needing moments to yourself. But when he had reached for you one night and found your side of the bed empty, a seed of worry had taken root. You had always returned, slipping beneath the blankets with the scent of earth and wind clinging to your skin, but it wasn't until tonight he decided to follow you.

And now, standing among the trees, he finally understood.

You looked happy here, at peace in a way you never seemed beneath the mountain. His heart ached at the realization--had you been struggling all this time without telling him? Had you feared he wouldn't understand?

Fili had no intention of dragging you back before you were ready. No, he had a better idea.

The next evening, you prepared to slip away again, but when you stepped outside the mountain's gates, you were met with a sight that stole the breath from your lungs.

Fili stood beneath the trees, a blanket spread out over the grass, a small feast of bread, cheeses, and fruits laid atop it. A bottle of wine rested at his side, two goblets waiting beside it. But it was the look on his face that undid you--the soft curve of his lips, the quiet understanding in his eyes.

"You could have told me, amrâlimê," he murmured, stepping toward you. "I would have taken you here myself."

Your heart twisted. "I didn't want you to worry."

Fili cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. "I worry when you don't tell me what you need."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. "I just...miss the open air. The water. Trees."

"Then we'll come here together," he said simply. "As often as you want."

You smiled, but there was something hesitant in it. "You don't have to, Fili. I know you're busy, and this...this is just something I needed."

He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I may not understand exactly how you feel, but I think I do in some way. Erebor-" he sighed, gaze drifting towards the mountain in the distance. "It's home, but not mine the way it was for my ancestors. I didn't grow up there. I grew up in Ered Luin, far from Erebor, always hearing stories of what was lost but never knowing it myself. And now that we have it back… sometimes I feel like I’m expected to fit into it more than I actually do.”

Your breath hitched slightly. You hadn’t expected him to say that. “You feel out of place too?”

“Not the same way you do, but yes.” Fili met your eyes, his expression soft. “I don’t want you to feel alone in this, amrâlimê. If this place gives you the freedom you miss, then I want to be part of it. I want to know every part of you, even the ones you don’t think I’ll understand.”

You laughed, wet and disbelieving. “And if I want to swim?”

Fili smirked, stepping back to unbuckle his belt. “Then I hope you don’t mind company.”

Before you could respond, he pulled his tunic over his head and waded into the water, boots and all. The sight was so ridiculous—your proud, golden-haired husband fully clothed in the lake—that you dissolved into laughter, splashing water in his direction.

He grinned, grabbing your hand and tugging you against him, the water rippling around you. “See?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Not so different from the stone.”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. “No?”

“No,” Fili said softly, holding you close. “Because wherever you are, that’s home.”

And with the stars reflected in the water around you, you realized you had never loved him more.

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Heard you were doing Thorins company request, would you mind doing a hobbit reader x Fili? Thank you again

˖°Of Waves and Whispers°˖

Summary: in which Fíli falls in love with a hobbit

Fluff

Word counts: 1,330

Note: thanks for requesting this, love! i'm sorry for the delay. i hope it fits what you wanted, though. i was inspired by snowy beaches or, more generally, the look of dry grass covered in snow. i don't know, but i find it so beautiful. for the town, i was inspired by the city i live in (Brest, France), which ngl is a very ugly seaside one, but people are super warm here ♡ hope you'll enjoy!!!

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Fíli had been travelling south for weeks now. He had managed to find your isolated seaside village through rain, storm, fog and snow. So isolated indeed that it was a rare sight to see any visitor from foreign lands, particularly one as important as Erebor’s crown prince. Most people would lose their way before even entering the woods, separating your village from the rest of Middle Earth. Yet, somehow, Fíli had found his way. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to an abandoned path in the woods, as if Mahal himself was pulling him onto the road.

After a few hours of walking, he exited the tree canopy and discovered a sand path over a long beach. It was the first time the dwarf laid eyes on an ocean. Something so different from the heart of the lonely mountain. Instead of the rocky road alongside the mountain, his feet sank into wet sand, slightly covered in snow. Fíli lifted his head and looked to the horizon, enjoying the cold breeze blown by the rolling waves and the little pearls of salted water caressing his face. The scent was overpowering. After the strong smell of pine trees Fíli had walked through for the past few hours, it felt nice.

The cool and fragrant air sent a wave of calm through Fíli, but it was short. Though it was the first time the dwarf had seen waves, he had to reach the village before sunset. He half-heartedly parted from the view he wished to enjoy. After all, his mission, directly given by his uncle, the King, was crucial. Thorin’s deadline was relatively short, and Fíli knew he would need to fight to get what he wanted, but that was precisely what Thorin expected of him. He wanted his nephew to realise that a king needs to be intransigent in such matters.

The dwarf prince stayed for a few days in your village, searching for a dwarf hammer his grandfather had sold a few decades before the fall of Erebor. A heirloom that was very dear to the dwarves of Erebor. Fíli was so busy with his quest that he barely got out of the tavern, doing his best to live up to his uncle’s exigence, so he waited at a table for an agreement, showing up every day to request his heritage.

He would look at the village through the tavern’s dirty window during this time. Not exploring the town much. He had to admit he had never seen such an uninteresting village, even during his quest to return to Erebor. Even Lake Town was more lively, he thought. He also thought the village wasn’t nearly as good-looking as Erebor. There were no intricate designs on stone pillars or any carved knots in the wood above the doors. But the people seemed to love this place despite its simplicity. Maybe the village’s identity came from the sea and the long beach he had seen. His mind would often wander back to that beach and the dark ocean. This, he thought, was beautiful.

On his fifth day in the village, Fíli decided to take a walk around the docks as advised by the taverner after Fíli confided to him about his frustration in lacking results for his mission. He only had two days left, and the agreement wasn’t even spoken of yet.

But he went still. He discovered that the closer he came to the port, the more lively the people seemed, with laughter and songs echoing through the streets. Fíli couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter listening to those people live their lives unbothered by his presence.

There weren’t many colours on the walls. Yet, it seemed the village was painted with joyful yellow radiating from its inhabitants. As the paved streets started giving way to wooden bridges above the water, more people passed beside him, hands holding huge baskets full of various fish, each more colourful than the other. Some grilled them directly from the water, and Fíli’s mouth watered from the delicious savoury smell. On the sides of the wooden paths were shops, most selling fruits imported from far away or selling the fishermen’s night catches.

At the end of the dock was a small table on which baskets full of seashells reflecting sunlight were spread. Fíli took one of the jewels in his hands. It looked almost dwarf-made, like a precious stone his kind would extract from the mines, yet no dwarf shaped those, but the powerful rolling of the waves did.

“It’s one gold for two necklaces.” A small and soft voice erupted from behind the table. Fíli’s eyes betrayed him as he looked at you. He immediately recognised the features of one of his friends in your face.

“What is a hobbit doing here?” He said, a playful grin hanging on his lips. You did look like your kind, but one thing was sure: you were the prettiest hobbit girl he had ever seen. Your lips turned upwards in a charming smile.

“I could ask the same. What is a dwarf doing here, sir?” You shook your head, the soft curls in your hair bouncing with each movement.

Fíli chuckled. “I’m on a mission.”

“Must be a very particular mission for you to end up here. What is it about?”

“Can’t say,” he whispered, “but it’s important.”

The cold breeze bit at your cheeks, colouring them pink. Or was it the dwarf that made you blush? Your eyes studied his features, and you caught yourself enjoying the view a tad too much for your liking. What kind of hobbit finds a dwarf hot, exactly? Undoubtedly, your mind was playing tricks on you. But the blonde braids, like a masterpiece’s frame, did force your attention on the pink of his lips.

“Is it dangerous?” You asked, trying to keep the conversation going, too worried that handsome dwarf would disappear from your life in the blink of an eye.

“It’s more fun when it is.” He smiles, sending a wave of butterflies in your stomach. “But this one isn’t.” It’s your turn to smile. “You seem happy about that.”

Fíli’s blue eyes noticed the pinkish hue on your face. The dwarf prince couldn’t help but tease you a bit, enjoying the sense of naivety your eyes seemed to have. He wasn’t as much a flirt as his brother or some of his fellow companions. But he didn’t want to miss his chance now. He forgot his quest momentarily, preferring to focus on the beautiful hobbit before him. A year ago, he would have found it weird for a dwarf to fall for a hobbit, but now that his uncle was practically married to one, it wasn’t such a big deal anymore.

“Sorry to take you out of your daydreaming, sir dwarf, but I still have to sell those.” You muttered, smiling softly.

The blond dwarf turned around to apologise to whoever he thought might have been waiting and laughed. “Are your customers invisible?” He joked.

“Future clients, sir.”

A second laugh.

“Alright, I’ll go if you join me for dinner tonight.” His piercing eyes met yours; his smirk dropped slowly as vulnerability shined in his gaze. For a moment, you pondered whether to refuse the proposition of that stranger you had only met a few minutes ago. But he did seem nice. And well, he was hot.

“I don’t even know you are, sir.”

“Fíli Durin, at your service.” He bowed, smirking. “Now you have to say yes.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as your face turned a bright shade of red.

“Alright,” You mumbled. “but it’s really so that you leave.”

Fíli hummed, satisfied as he turned around, waving you goodbye with the biggest smile. “Sure thing, amrâlime. I’ll be waiting for you at the tavern.”

Making his way up the streets, Fíli thought that maybe not getting that hammer wouldn’t be so horrible if it meant being with you for a bit.

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Quick ask

Do you think you could do a hobbit boys (Thorin, dawalin, and Fili mainly) with a short 4’8 human female reader who is often mistaken as a dwarf and they only realize when she can’t under stand the pet names or courting thing the boys do

Not so quick answer, I'm afraid. But of course! I've ended up not mentioning reader's height or gender in this I'm afraid, but height does end up being implied. Thanks so much for requesting anon - and I hope you enjoy it!

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○ Thorin ○ Fíli ○ Kíli ○ Dwalin ○ Bofur ○

GN!Reader | No TWs | Wordcount : 1.2k

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✧ Thorin is a big believer in the old, traditional dwarven way of courting.

✧ (Not just because he’s too scared he doesn’t have the words to properly confess to you, and that he wouldn’t be able to take a rejection that way.)

✧ It starts very small, such a tentative gesture that - if it wasn’t Thorin - even the other dwarves might not realise it’s courting.

✧ You certainly don’t, as you smile up at him before thanking him. Wondering why he’s ducked away so quickly afterwards.

✧ (It’s to hide how red his face is becoming.)

✧ Then you don’t reciprocate, at all. But Thorin just thinks he wasn’t quite obvious enough.

✧ His next gesture is grander, although he presents it slightly more gruffly. Again you can see the care and love that’s gone into it, but you don’t just want to assume it’s romantic.

✧ Everything’s accepted. And then nothing happens. And still nothing happens.

✧ You notice Thorin becoming slightly more withdrawn and decide to complain to Bilbo, muttering about how confusion these dwarves can sometimes be.

✧ ‘These dwarves?’

✧ It’s then Thorin realises that, perhaps, you aren’t a dwarf at all.

✧ Finally, he decides to use his words. Coming up to you, and asking if you’d realise what he was doing.

✧ Both of your cheeks are hot as he explains his intentions to you, and you realise all the things you’ve missed.

✧ As his explanation comes to an end, and you explain you’d truly like to court him - he steps slightly closer.

✧ “I know that all people kiss.”

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ He never thought he’d be one for traditional romance, the pain-staking time courting takes. To get all the details just perfect for the beloved he’d end up falling for.

✧ Fíli had always assumed he’d have a whirlwind romance, and the details wouldn’t matter.

✧ It was true, in a way; you could have done anything for him and he’d beam and blush as if you’d hung the stars for him.

✧ But Fíli is determined to make it perfect for you. Because you deserve nothing less.

✧ So he begins to ask some of the older dwarves on what to do, how to make sure it all goes well.

✧ Fíli‘s getting quite far along, gift almost made for you, when he decides maybe he should ask the hobbit as well.

✧ “You- you thought they were a dwarf?” The incredulous tone of Bilbo makes poor Fíli rethink quite a lot of choices. If he didn’t notice that is he good enough to love you?

✧ Taking pity on the lad, Bilbo offers him a smile. “But anyone, dwarf or not, can see the love you have for them. Do it anyway, you just- might have to explain some of the finer details.”

✧ It’s that advice Fíli ends up taking, asking if he can speak to you in private.

✧ He still does things the dwarven way, at the very start. Waiting until he’s finished - and you’re looking at him with a mixture of hope and confusion.

✧ Then he explains things the best he can, what each gestures means, why he chose each gesture. How specifically he’s decided to show his love for you.

✧ Because you’re absolutely worthy of confession twice.

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ The first to start showing his affections, of course. And he decides the best way to do it is semi-casually.

✧ After all, he can always say he was joking if you don’t reciprocate the feelings. Hope you didn’t notice how pink his cheeks were, along with his smile and the shine in his eyes when he looked at you.

✧ “How are you, amrâl?”

✧ Does it get him some stares from the other dwarves? Yes. Is it worth it when you look at him and then quietly respond? He’s certain it is.

✧ Slowly he gets bolder. Jokingly calling you his betrothed, his star, his sun and moon. Each time you seem slightly less surprised, and slightly more comfortable.

✧ Eventually, he decides that he doesn’t just want to joke around. He wants to properly ask you, to be able to properly court you.

✧ “Amrâl astî.”

✧ There’s a moment where he looks in your face for recognition, and then sees blankness.

✧ Something must be obvious in his expression, because you suddenly seems to understand. And then, almost shyly, ask if he’s just confessed.

✧ It’s then that Kíli suddenly realises you’ve never talked back to him in Khuzdul. That, in some respects, you never quite seemed dwarven.

✧ With you still looking at him, he tries again. The confession is longer this time, if slightly quieter - with a few times he’s not as confident - but there’s still just as much love in it.

✧ Once Kíli finally begins to court you, he also begins to teach you what all his nicknames mean.

𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧

✧ Like Thorin, he’s much more comfortable in sticking with the dwarven traditions as well.

✧ To be able to confess how much you mean to him without having to put it truly into words. To share something intimate, instead of court with a grand, romantic gesture.

✧ Still, Dwalin spends a lot of time perfecting everything. Making sure that this confession will be right for you, right for him. Right for (what he hopes) can become the two of you, together.

✧ Dwalin doesn’t have a lot of small gestures, but rather one bigger one.

✧ One where - even though you’re not a dwarf - you can so easily feel the love through. His devotion is evident in every part, the love he has for you obvious.

✧ You’re silent until he finishes, and then you ask, “This is the confession I’d been hoping for, right?”

✧ There’s some confusion but he confirms it is instantly. And you meet him in an embrace, a gentle kiss.

✧ He’s incredibly soft with you - but there’s still hints of Dwalin as your lips connect. As he smiles when the two of you pull away.

𝐁𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐫

✧ When he first gives you a carving, he doesn’t expect you to see a grand romantic gesture in it - because it isn’t to him, but more of a subtle way. The polite way of informing you ‘my heart might be beating for you, I hope you don’t mind’

✧ Yet it isn’t as grandiose as so many stories he’s heard. And it isn’t a proper courtship gesture. So he doesn’t expect too much.

✧ But, when he places the carving in your hands, you’re in awe. So thankful. So enamoured by the object he’s left a blushing mess.

✧ As you give him a hug he wonders how you can’t feel his heart, hammering away.

✧ Emboldened by this he tries again, putting more effort in this time. And again you seem to appreciate it like no-one has before.

✧ But you still don’t initiate anything romantic.

✧ Perhaps you want to take it slow? So Bofur waits two, three more carvings before deciding to talk to you.

✧ “I… know you haven’t seen my courting gifts as exactly what you wanted. How- how do you want me to say I love you?”

✧ The way your eyes go wide clue him into the fact, perhaps, you didn’t know originally.

✧ Repeating his words back to him, you can feel your mortification as you explain you didn’t know they were courting gifts. How you’d gladly accept them.

✧ That you’d be honoured to court him.

A/N : As you can see by the vagueness, I definitely have a great grasp on dwarven courting techniques. (and would welcome anyone who'd be willing to explain them to me <3)

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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.

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so sorry i do not want to give sehun depression 😔

bagginshield fans, i am looking for your favorite "bilbo thinks thorin is dead. but he's really not." and they reunite fic! please send it my way 🥺🙏🏻

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my favourite part of the Hobbit movies is that Bilbo opens the film with "let me tell you the whole story of my adventures" and then monologues for literally ten whole minutes about Thorin's backstory. like Bilbo really set the tone for the trilogy right there with letting us know right off the bat how much he loved and admired Thorin Oakenshield.

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bagginshield fans, i am looking for your favorite "bilbo thinks thorin is dead. but he's really not." and they reunite fic! please send it my way 🥺🙏🏻

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Have some laughing Dean (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧

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I am old now, Frodo. I am not the same hobbit I once was.

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A Hint Of Jealousy (Legolas x Reader)

Masterlist --- Legolas Masterlist Summary: During a campfire gathering with the Fellowship, Legolas grows jealous of your friendship with Boromir. After a private conversation reassures him of your bond, you both confess deeper feelings for each other.

Word Count: 1 K

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the encampment of the Fellowship. Laughter and chatter filled the air as you gathered around the fire with your companions, sharing stories and snacks after a long day of travel. The evening was peaceful, a welcome respite from the challenges that lay ahead.

You sat comfortably next to Boromir, enjoying his tales of valor and bravery. His deep voice resonated as he recounted a particularly thrilling adventure in Gondor, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his animated gestures. “And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, I charged forward and—”

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you, and the laughter faded as Legolas approached. His usual calm demeanor seemed a bit more tense than usual. He offered a polite smile, but you could see the subtle tension in his posture.

“Y/N,” he said, his tone friendly but edged with something else, “would you care to join me for a moment? I found something intriguing in the woods.”

You glanced at Boromir, who raised an eyebrow at Legolas’s sudden interest in you. “Of course, Legolas. Just give me a moment,” you replied, feeling a little flattered by his eagerness.

“Take your time,” Boromir said, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught Legolas's eye. Legolas’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and you noticed him shift slightly, the jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

Once you stood, Legolas led you a few paces away from the fire. The sound of laughter faded into the background, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves. “What did you want to show me?” you asked, curious.

Legolas hesitated, glancing back toward Boromir and then focusing on you. “It’s not so much about what I wanted to show you…” he began, his voice slightly hesitant. “It’s more about… what you were discussing with Boromir.”

You chuckled, tilting your head in confusion. “Oh? We were just talking about his battles in Gondor. He’s quite the storyteller.”

“Yes, he is,” Legolas replied, his tone light but his eyes betraying a hint of something deeper. “But you seem to enjoy his stories a little too much.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the slight edge in his voice. “Legolas, we’re just friends! He’s amusing, that’s all.”

“Amusing, yes,” Legolas said, crossing his arms. “But he has a rather… charming way about him, does he not?”

You raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing that Legolas might be feeling a touch of jealousy. “Are you jealous, Legolas?”

“Jealous?” He feigned innocence, but the slight flush of color in his cheeks gave him away. “Of course not. I merely—”

You interrupted him with a gentle laugh. “Legolas, it’s okay! It’s nice to see you care.”

He sighed, the corners of his mouth lifting into a reluctant smile. “I suppose I just want you to know that I value our friendship very much. I do not wish to compete for your attention.”

You stepped closer, feeling the warmth of his presence. “You don’t have to compete, Legolas. You’re my friend, and that means a lot to me. Besides, no one could ever replace the unique bond we share.”

His expression softened, and the tension in his shoulders eased as he regarded you with a mix of relief and affection. “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate that.”

With a playful grin, you added, “But if you’re worried about Boromir, just challenge him to a friendly contest. You know he loves a good competition!”

Legolas chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. “Perhaps I will. I have no doubt that I could best him in archery… or in anything else for that matter.”

You both laughed, the earlier tension dissipating. As you stood together, the sounds of your friends’ laughter echoed in the background, and you felt a renewed sense of camaraderie.

“Come on,” you said, nudging him playfully. “Let’s go back and show Boromir who the real champion is.”

Legolas smiled, his competitive spirit returning. “I believe I can manage that.”

As you walked back to the fire, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest—something more than just friendship. When you reached the gathering, Legolas stood a little closer to you than usual, as if he wanted to shield you from the rest of the world.

Boromir, noticing the shift in Legolas’s demeanor, threw an amused glance your way. “What have you two been up to?” he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Just discussing tactics for a contest,” Legolas said, his voice steady but his gaze still lingering on you, filled with unspoken emotions.

The banter continued, but you felt Legolas’s presence beside you like a protective shield. Every laugh and shared glance seemed to deepen the connection between you. When the laughter died down, and the fire crackled softly, you turned to Legolas, catching him looking at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“Legolas?” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he replied, his tone serious, yet encouraging.

“Do you ever think about… more than friendship?” you asked, your cheeks flushing as the words tumbled out.

He hesitated, searching your eyes for a moment. “I do think about it, often, actually,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “You mean more to me than I can express.”

A warm thrill raced through you, and you took a small step closer, closing the distance between you. “I feel the same way, Legolas.”

In that moment, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you and the soft glow of the fire. The tension was palpable, and you could see the emotions dancing in his eyes. With a gentle motion, Legolas brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “I have wanted to do this for so long…”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The world around you vanished, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours and the gentle rustle of leaves in the background. You melted into him, feeling a rush of happiness that filled your heart to the brim.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Legolas looked into your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I have wanted to do that for far too long,” he confessed, his voice warm and sincere.

“Me too,” you replied, your heart racing. The night felt full of possibilities, and as you stood together, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Legolas intertwined his fingers with yours, a warm glow of contentment settling over you both. As the laughter of your friends faded into the background, you knew you had found something special—a bond that would grow stronger with each passing day.

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The Magic Of Family (Legolas x Reader)

Masterlist --- Legolas Masterlist Summary: On a sunny day in the Woodland Realm, you and Legolas watch your four children play. When they ask about your first meeting, you share a romantic story from Rivendell.

Word Count: 1.6 K

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the lush fields of the Woodland Realm. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees surrounding the open meadow, creating a serene backdrop for a perfect day filled with laughter and love. The sweet sounds of chirping birds and rustling grass accompanied the joyous commotion of children playing, their giggles ringing like music in the air.

You sat on a soft patch of grass, heart swelling with warmth as you watched your children—four lively little ones, a delightful mix of both you and Legolas. They chased each other, the sunlight catching the golden highlights in their hair as they ran, laughter spilling from their lips like a sweet melody. Legolas, your beloved elven prince, knelt nearby, his keen gaze following the children as they played, his posture relaxed yet alert.

“Come, my little ones!” Legolas called out, holding up a handful of colorful autumn leaves. He gave the leaves a gentle toss into the air, and the children squealed with delight as they scattered, arms outstretched to catch the falling leaves. You smiled at the scene, feeling a wave of joy wash over you as they scrambled and laughed, the sight filling your heart with warmth.

Your eldest, full of energy, bounded toward his father, a determined look on his face. “Watch me, Daddy!” He positioned himself, arms ready to throw a leaf as far as he could. Legolas knelt down, eyes bright with encouragement, a proud smile on his lips. You watched as Legolas placed a hand on your son’s shoulder, giving him a gentle nod.

With a swift motion, your son hurled the leaf into the air, and you could see the pride in Legolas’s eyes as he watched it dance in the wind. It was a beautiful moment, the bond between father and son shining through without a single word. Your youngest soon followed suit, running up to Legolas, who lifted him into the air with ease, twirling him around as laughter filled the air.

As the children played, you leaned back against the tree, contentment radiating through you. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow across the meadow, and the children were soon tumbling around Legolas, their laughter echoing in the soft breeze. Legolas joined them on the ground, lying back in the grass, and the children pounced onto him, giggling uncontrollably as they clambered on top.

In the midst of the joyful chaos, your eldest asked, his curiosity piqued, “How did you and Mommy meet?”

Legolas paused, a twinkle of nostalgia in his eyes as he exchanged a glance with you. The moment felt timeless, a bond strengthened through shared memories. Instead of words, he gently brushed a few stray leaves from the children’s hair, then beckoned them closer, settling them down around him like little stars circling their sun.

You smiled warmly, ready to share the tale. “It all began a few years ago when we met through Uncle Aragorn,” you started, drawing the children's attention. The sun filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns of light on the grass as you began to recount the story of your first meeting.

“It was a beautiful day, much like today. I was visiting Rivendell, and Aragorn invited me to explore the beautiful forests nearby. I was captivated by the beauty around me—the towering trees, the sound of the flowing river, and the gentle rustle of leaves. But little did I know that the most beautiful sight awaited me just beyond the trees.”

Legolas watched you with a fond smile, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the memory. You continued, “As we wandered deeper into the woods, Aragorn stepped aside to let me admire a breathtaking waterfall. That’s when I first saw him—Legolas, standing on the edge, his golden hair shimmering in the sunlight. He was like a vision from a dream.”

Legolas chuckled softly, reminiscing. “And I was taken aback, watching you from afar. You looked so at peace with nature, laughing as the water danced around you.”

You nodded, a smile blooming on your lips. “Aragorn introduced us, and in that moment, I felt an instant connection. It was as if time stood still, and the world around us faded away. I remember how you smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat.”

Legolas chuckled again, a hint of shyness creeping into his demeanor. “I had never met anyone quite like you. Your spirit was as vibrant as the colors of the forest, and I found myself captivated by your laughter and kindness.”

The children listened, wide-eyed and enchanted, as you painted the picture of that beautiful day. You spoke of how Legolas had shown you the beauty of the forest, pointing out the rare flowers and singing birds, and how the three of you spent the day exploring together, sharing stories and laughter.

Legolas interjected, recalling, “And when we reached the glade, we found the most magnificent field of flowers. I remember picking a bloom for you, and how you smiled—” His voice softened. “It was the moment I realized I was falling in love.”

The children squealed in delight, their faces alight with wonder. “That’s so romantic!” your eldest exclaimed, beaming up at you both.

You shared a knowing glance with Legolas, the warmth of his gaze wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. “It was indeed,” you said, your voice filled with warmth.

As the story concluded, the children beamed with joy, their hearts full of wonder. You watched as Legolas lay back in the grass, propping himself up on one elbow, his eyes shining with love for both you and the little ones.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approached, and out from behind the trees came Aragorn, his presence as commanding as ever. A grin spread across his face, and he waved energetically at the children. “Ah, what do we have here?” he called, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Uncle Aragorn!” your children shouted in unison, their faces lighting up with excitement. They rushed toward him, arms outstretched, and he scooped them up into his strong embrace, spinning them around with laughter that filled the air.

“Look at how mighty you all are!” Aragorn exclaimed, his laughter mingling with theirs as he spun them in circles, their delighted shrieks ringing like music in the fading light.

Legolas watched the joyful scene, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached his friend. “Now, if you’re picking up all the children, I want a turn too!” he declared playfully, feigning seriousness.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on his lips. “Oh, is that so? Are you sure you’re ready for this, Legolas?” he replied, laughter evident in his tone.

“Absolutely! I can take it!” Legolas responded, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

With a grin, Aragorn knelt down, motioning for Legolas to hop onto his back. Legolas, always the sport, complied, clambering onto Aragorn's back with a laugh.

The children erupted in giggles as Aragorn stood up, pretending to struggle under the weight of the elf prince. “By the Valar, you are heavy!” he exclaimed, feigning exhaustion as he wobbled about dramatically.

“Careful, you might drop me!” Legolas laughed, trying to keep his balance. Just then, as Aragorn spun around to show off his strength, both he and Legolas lost their footing, tumbling onto the soft grass in a heap of laughter.

The children burst into fits of giggles, their laughter ringing out like the sweetest music. “Daddy! Uncle Aragorn!” they squealed, unable to contain their delight.

Legolas and Aragorn lay on the grass, both of them roaring with laughter, their faces bright with mirth. “That was not quite the grand display I imagined!” Legolas chuckled, shaking his head, strands of golden hair falling across his face.

Aragorn, still laughing, pushed himself up onto his elbows, grinning widely. “Well, it certainly was entertaining!”

You couldn’t help but join in their laughter, the joy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The playfulness, the bonds of friendship, and the love you all shared filled the air with happiness.

Once they regained their composure, Aragorn finally helped Legolas to his feet, and the two shared a hearty laugh, the camaraderie evident between them. The children scrambled up to their feet, rushing over to Legolas and Aragorn, their eyes sparkling with delight.

“Can you do it again, Uncle Aragorn?” your youngest pleaded, eyes wide with excitement.

Aragorn looked at Legolas, an impish grin on his face. “What do you think, my friend? Shall we show them a proper demonstration?”

Legolas nodded, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I believe we owe them a proper show.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the meadow, you felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over you. Your heart swelled with love and joy, knowing that you had created not only a beautiful love story with Legolas but also a life filled with laughter, adventure, and cherished memories.

The stars began to twinkle above, and with your family gathered close, you knew that this was just the beginning of countless tales yet to be told.

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Miscommunication (Legolas x Reader)

Masterlist --- Legolas Masterlist Summary: In Lothlórien, you confront Legolas about his emotional distance due to his royal duties. After a painful argument, he realizes he neglected to communicate his burdens, leaving you feeling inadequate.

Word Count: 2.4 K

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden light through the forest of Lothlórien. The gentle rustling of leaves in the evening breeze was usually comforting, but tonight it felt hauntingly empty. You paced restlessly beneath the towering mallorn trees, each step echoing your rising frustration and confusion. Legolas had grown increasingly distant, his mind seemingly occupied with burdens that felt beyond your understanding.

At first, you tried to give him space, believing he simply needed time to focus on his duties as prince. After all, the Woodland Realm faced threats from the outside world, and you understood the weight of responsibility that rested on his shoulders. But as days turned into weeks, the distance between you felt like a chasm.

You remembered the nights filled with laughter, the stories he shared about his adventures, and the warmth of his presence beside you. Those moments now felt like distant memories, replaced by a haunting silence that echoed in your heart. You longed for the connection you once had, and as his absence grew more pronounced, feelings of inadequacy began to seep into your thoughts.

Finally, unable to bear the loneliness any longer, you confronted him. You found him standing on a high balcony, gazing out over the sprawling forest, lost in thought. The sight of him, framed by the fading light, was both beautiful and painful.

“Legolas,” you called, your voice trembling with a mix of concern and frustration. He turned slowly, surprise flickering in his bright blue eyes.

“What troubles you, my love?” he asked, his voice soft yet filled with an undercurrent of unease.

“You’ve barely spoken to me in days. What’s going on?” You took a step closer, desperation lacing your words.

He sighed, running a hand through his golden hair, the gesture both familiar and foreign. “I have been busy with the council. There are matters of great importance that require my attention.”

“That’s not an excuse!” Your heart raced as frustration bubbled to the surface. “You act as though I don’t matter, like I’m just an afterthought. I feel like I’m losing you.”

His expression hardened, irritation flashing in his eyes. “You think I don’t care for you? I would never put my duties before you. You have no idea the sacrifices I make to protect you and our home!”

“Sacrifices?” The word felt like a dagger in your heart. “I’m not asking you to sacrifice anything! I just want you to talk to me! If you shared your burdens instead of shutting me out, I wouldn’t feel so alone!”

Legolas's voice rose, frustration spilling over. “You speak as if you understand my burdens! You have no idea what it is like to be torn between duty and desire! You think this is merely about you!”

At his words, something inside you shattered. “Maybe I’m tired of being your second choice! I deserve to be part of your life, not just a fleeting thought when it’s convenient!”

Silence enveloped you, thick and suffocating. The fading light of the sun mirrored the shadows creeping into your hearts. You turned away, heart pounding, feeling foolish for allowing your emotions to take over. As you walked away, you heard Legolas's sharp intake of breath, but you couldn’t bear to look back.

Days turned into an agonizing blur. Each sunrise brought a sense of longing and regret. You wandered through the golden woods, desperately avoiding places that held echoes of happier times with him. The nights felt endless without his comforting presence beside you, and you missed him more than words could express.

You tried to fill the void by throwing yourself into your daily routines, assisting the elves with their tasks, and keeping your mind occupied. Yet, every smile felt forced, every laugh hollow. Friends noticed your distress, casting worried glances your way, but you brushed off their concerns. You didn’t want to burden them with your heartache, especially not the pain of your fractured relationship with Legolas.

Every time you saw him in passing, your heart ached. He looked weary, and for a moment, you considered reaching out, but the memories of your last argument held you back. It felt like a wound that hadn’t yet healed, and you feared that reopening it would only lead to more pain.

One evening, you found yourself sitting alone by the river, the gentle sound of the water flowing a bittersweet reminder of your solitude. You hugged your knees to your chest, staring into the depths, feeling the tears welling up again. It hurt to think about Legolas, the way he had become a ghost in your life, the ache of his absence settling deep in your heart.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching, and your heart raced. You didn’t want to see him, not now, not like this. But as you turned your head slightly, you saw the familiar figure, his graceful silhouette illuminated by the fading light.

“Y/n…” His voice broke through the quiet, and despite yourself, you felt a flicker of hope.

You kept silent, unsure of what to say. The hurt was still fresh, and part of you wanted to turn away, to keep that wall firmly in place.

“Please, let me explain.” Legolas knelt beside you, his blue eyes searching your face, filled with a mix of concern and regret. “I never meant for you to feel this way. I was overwhelmed by the council’s demands and didn’t communicate with you as I should have.”

Your heart twisted at the sincerity in his voice, but the pain still lingered. “It felt like you were pushing me away. I thought…I thought I wasn’t important to you anymore.”

He reached for your hand, his touch warm and familiar, grounding you in the moment. “You are everything to me. I thought if I focused on the dangers threatening our realm, I could keep you safe. But in doing so, I neglected the most important part of my life—you.”

The tears you had fought so hard to suppress finally spilled over, a mixture of relief and sorrow. “I needed you, Legolas. I needed to feel valued, to feel like I mattered.”

His expression softened, eyes glistening with regret. “You matter more than anything. I promise to be better, to share my burdens with you. I cannot bear the thought of losing you over my own failings.”

You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of his words settle within you. “I don’t want to lose you either. But it hurts to feel like I’m not part of your world.”

Legolas moved closer, his forehead resting against yours, a tender gesture that sent shivers through your body. “You are my heart, and I should never have let you feel otherwise.”

A wave of emotion washed over you, and you leaned into him, surrendering to the moment. “I believe you,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“Then let us face everything together, side by side, as it should be.” His voice was filled with determination as he entwined his fingers with yours.

In that moment, beneath the stars that began to twinkle overhead, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you. You knew that while challenges would arise, your bond could withstand them.

“I missed you every moment,” you confessed, your heart laid bare.

“I missed you, too,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Every day without you felt like an eternity.”

You took a deep breath, your heart full of emotions that threatened to spill over. “I just want us to communicate, to be open with one another. I want to be there for you, Legolas.”

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “And I promise to share my struggles with you, to let you in on my world, no matter how daunting it may seem.”

As the stars illuminated the forest, you felt the warmth of his gaze wash over you, filling the void left by silence and uncertainty. You knew that love—true love—could conquer even the deepest misunderstandings.

The next few days passed in a blur of emotions. With each sunrise, you felt a renewed sense of hope, a determination to mend the rift that had formed between you. Legolas was attentive, making an effort to include you in his thoughts and plans, yet you could still sense a lingering tension beneath the surface. You wanted to reassure him that you were there for him, but the echoes of your past argument sometimes loomed large in your mind.

One afternoon, you decided to take a walk through the woods, the golden leaves crunching underfoot as you meandered deeper into the heart of Lothlórien. You inhaled the crisp air, hoping that the beauty of your surroundings would lift your spirits. As you turned a corner, you came upon a clearing bathed in sunlight, where wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze.

“Y/n!” The melodic voice of Legolas called out, breaking the peaceful silence. You turned to find him standing at the edge of the clearing, a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your heart raced at the sight of him. “Legolas! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to find you,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of joy and something deeper. “I hoped we could spend some time together, just the two of us.”

A smile broke across your face, and you stepped closer. “I would love that.”

As you settled on the soft grass, Legolas joined you, his presence radiating warmth. He looked at you, his expression sincere. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our last conversation. I want you to know how much I appreciate your patience with me. I can be… difficult to read sometimes.”

You chuckled lightly, the tension easing between you. “Difficult is one way to put it. But I understand that you carry a heavy burden. Just don’t forget to let me help you carry it.”

His gaze softened, and he nodded. “You are a light in my life, and I do not want to take that for granted again.”

The air was filled with a sense of calm as you both took a moment to simply be. Birds chirped overhead, and the scent of blooming flowers surrounded you.

“Tell me,” you said, leaning into him, “What has been weighing on your mind?”

Legolas hesitated for a moment, and you could see the internal struggle in his eyes. “The council’s decisions have become more complicated, and there are rumors of unrest among the other realms. I fear for the safety of our people, and I worry that I am not doing enough.”

You placed your hand gently on his arm, feeling the tension radiate from him. “You’re doing your best, Legolas. You can’t shoulder everything alone.”

He turned to you, his gaze piercing yet vulnerable. “But what if my best is not enough? What if I fail?”

“Then we will face it together.” You held his gaze steady, feeling the depth of your love for him. “You’re not alone in this, and you never will be. Trust that we will find a way, no matter what comes.”

Legolas sighed, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lighten just a fraction. “Your faith in me is a gift I do not take lightly. You inspire me to be better.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your heart. “We inspire each other. Remember, communication is key. I want to share in your burdens, not just the joys.”

His smile grew wider, and he leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Then let us promise to never allow miscommunication to build walls between us again.”

“I promise,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both lay back on the grass, side by side, gazing up at the emerging stars.

“It’s beautiful,” Legolas said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yes, it is,” you agreed, turning to him. “But not as beautiful as the moments we share.”

He smiled at you, and the way his eyes sparkled under the starlight made your heart flutter. “You have a way with words, my love.”

You both laughed softly, the sound melding with the whispers of the wind through the trees. For the first time in what felt like ages, the heaviness in your heart began to lift, replaced by the warmth of love and understanding.

As night enveloped Lothlórien, you felt a renewed sense of hope for your relationship. You knew that while misunderstandings may arise again, the bond you shared was stronger than any challenge. Together, you could weather any storm, and the love you had forged in the heart of the forest would continue to flourish, illuminating your path forward.

In that moment, under the vast sky filled with stars, you closed your eyes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Legolas's breath beside you. You knew you had weathered a storm, but now, you were ready to embrace the light that lay ahead.