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All-New Wolverine (2015) #1

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SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME

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Sansa Stark in every episode s01ep08 · the pointy end

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dream & delirium 🤍

↳ THE SANDMAN | 2.09 “The Kindly Ones”

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murph

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HIS LIL SISTER'S SMILE 😭🥹

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Daniel Hall with his caregivers and his Endless siblings

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least broody 14-year-old, actually

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THE WIDOW SISTERS with their found families

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This is beyond you, metal man. The Avengers (2012)

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From Weta Workshop's official "The Hobbit Chronicles: Art and Design" a chart of actor heights, character heights, and the scaling ratios used.

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”Tall for a dwarf.” [x]

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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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How would the each one of the company (and the fellowship if it isn’t too much to ask) like to spend time with their significant other?

(Btw I am absolutely in love with your way of writing :DDD 🩷🩷🩷)

(Thank you so much anon! 🩷🩷🩷) And I'm always apologising for the wait - but I do mean it. This is just the Company, but I do mean to write this up for the Fellowship as well.

So, without further ado...

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Thorin ○ Fíli ○ Kíli ○ Dwalin ○ Bofur ○ Bilbo ○

Gender-neutral reader | Wordcount : 1.5k | TWs : None

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧

✧ At the start of your relationship he definitely comes across a little broody.

✧ Thorin truly doesn’t mean to, but it’s simply in his nature to be with someone by simply being near them. And he’s not always the best at verbalising his affections, or even acting on them in an incredibly obvious way.

✧ But the eyes you can feel on you are watchful in a caring way, and when you laugh or do something he finds funny you can practically feel the smile he has on his face.

✧ After a few more dates you’re able to coax him to be with you more openly, and now the casual time you spend together is permeated by his voice.

✧ It grows from being simply suggestions, to a quip at your most recent joke or remark, and eventually it’s full conversations without prompting.

✧ Words flow surprisingly easily with the King under the Mountain - and any lull in conversation seems natural, more like a resting point than an awkward silence.

✧ When you become more serious, you realise that Thorin’s love is amazing at filling room, both with conversation and a feeling of being adored.

✧ Thorin will always love you treating you and taking you on dates, although he also enjoys spending time with you quietly.

✧ Once the two of you are comfortable in your relationship, be prepared for a lot of him simply being near you.

✧ Walking into the room and casually giving you a kiss, greeting you before settling down somewhere. And, as he sits across the room from you, you know that he’s always there for you.

𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ Even before you were dating he could be quite hyper, appearing beside you without warning and asking you how your day was before launching into an hour long conversation about Valar only knows.

✧ Or, he’d come bearing good news and the want to whisk you away somewhere for the day. A short adventure together.

✧ At first you had thought Fíli was just like that, and then when he confessed you’d believed he’d been so interested - always near you and making time for you - because he wanted to make sure you’d say yes.

✧ Although you didn’t mind too much, it was nice to be wanted. You just wondered when it would slow down.

✧ Except it doesn’t seem to.

✧ He still runs up to you with the same joy in his voice, and the same levels of enthusiasm. A sparkle in his eye and you appear and he takes you into his arms.

✧ The only real difference is now he’ll ask for a kiss as well, and address you by various terms of endearment as well as your name.

✧ So you put together in your mind that he’s trying so much because these are the first weeks and months of courting each other. Both of you certainly want to make an effort.

✧ And Fíli still seems to treat every day with just as much vigour. Still smiles just as brightly at you.

✧ You realise that Fíli is simply like that. That he won’t stop loving you this fiercely, and taking you on sudden dates or spending all night talking with you, because this is how he expresses his love.

✧ Fíli never truly tones down on this love - the flashes of intensity - no matter how long the two of you are together. He simply also balances with a calmer love, of spending time with you domestically and having it be quiet but steady.

✧ His love is always there for you.

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐢

✧ Is honestly a mix of his brother and his uncle when it comes to expressing his affection.

✧ At the start of your relationship he certainly enjoys spending time with you in a much more spontaneous or ‘impactful’ way.

✧ There’s a thousand different ideas of where you two can go together, or what would make you laugh the most, running through his head at any given time.

✧ Because what’s the point of spending time with your loved ones if it’s not time well spent?

✧ Yet Kíli also finds it just as important to work casual time into you’re courting as well. He wants the two of you to be able to be near each other, hopefully laughing or joking, and simply enjoy the other person's presence.

✧ Most importantly, he doesn’t want either of you feeling guilty that your time together isn’t ‘extravagant enough’.

✧ Kíli very much enjoys physical contact and closeness, so once you’re far enough along in the relationship he tries to maximise the amount of contact he has with you.

✧ He’s not particularly fussy about if it’s you hugging him, or him hugging you, he just wants the two of you to be together.

✧ After a long day, you can hear the soft sound of the door opening and Kíli smiling at you. You can hear his steady presence as he slowly relaxes, taking off his boots and outdoor gear.

✧ You can feel as he gently rests into your side.

✧ “I’ve missed you, darling.”

𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧

✧ A supportive presence is one of the best gifts you can give someone in life - Dwalin believes.

✧ Which is why, whenever he’s around you, he tries to help you or at least make your day somewhat brighter.

✧ At first he appears when you need something, whether it’s small like lending you an item or spending the day making something new together. Him laughing as you curse at the instructions before you tease him for still following them.

✧ And then, when his friends point out that you seem to smile just when he appears - not when he’s a solution, he begins to come around more often.

✧ Offers of help are always given first, even if it’s as simple as asking if you’re doing anything, but you begin to see through his disguise to spend time with you.

✧ But so you don’t scare him off, you’ll ask for his help with a menial thing. Something that will only take a few minutes.

✧ Except you’re rewarded with hours worth of smiles and conversation.

✧ Eventually, when he comes over to ask as he always does, you’re ready for his arrival.

✧ Instead of lying and making up a problem you’re honest; and then you ask if he’ll make your day better by agreeing to go on a date.

✧ Now, whenever he’s around you, you insist that he is helping you with your day. Because he makes it brighter by simply being there.

𝐁𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐫

✧ As your significant other, Bofur enjoys always being that steady but quiet presence for you.

✧ Although he was overjoyed by your courting, there wasn’t honeymoon period like some people had told you about.

✧ You two had been friends for so long before, he hadn’t felt the need to try and sweep you off your feet by whisking you away for a date everyday and shower you in gifts without true heart behind them.

✧ One of the things he most craved from you was the more domestic affection. Giving you a quick kiss when he sees you, walking with your hands linked together, him lying in bed and you curling up next to him the second you were under the covers.

✧ Bofur always seems to be there whenever you truly need him, and whenever you need him for the little things.

✧ Like how, coming home stressed out from the day, you only need to catch his eyes and he seems to understand a little. Not what you’re going through, but what could help.

✧ Pressing a hot mug of your favourite drink into your hand, he asks you what happened and listens well. Gives advice if you want it, and listens to your venting if he doesn’t.

✧ No matter what the conversation will end with you in each other’s arms - simply loving each other.

✧ “I’m always here for you, darling.”

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐨

✧ Bilbo manages to create a mix of reliability and spontaneity in your relationship together.

✧ You know he will always be there for the important things. He’ll comfort you as you cry, he’ll be there when you wake up (if not immediately then soon), and he’ll be there should you ever simply ask.

✧ And, of course, you’ll know he does that because he loves you.

✧ These are the unquestioning things within your relationship.

✧ What he makes you guess at or surprises you with, delighting in hearing your shocked laughs, are small things that show his love to you.

✧ Such as how on earth he managed to construct a flower bed made with your favourite flowers in only a day (nevermind that he pass them to you or present them as a woven crown).

✧ Or where the jewellery he’s presented you, a necklace with a locket and gems, has been made.

✧ There’s smaller acts of spontaneity as well, such as Bilbo waking you up with the smell of fresh pastries and breakfast.

✧ He smiles as you look at him with sleepy but adoring eyes, and waits for a second for you to begin to wake up.

✧ “Good morning, my love.”

A/N : Are two of these characters both using darling? Yes. Do I regret this? Not at all. They'd both call you darling. Also, can people tell me if my first divider looks right? On laptop it's white for some reason, even though it's supposed to be a transparent file...

Anyway, hopefully you've enjoyed this! And nice to briefly pop back to you guys again! A new fandom might be joining my writing list in the future... so you've (possibly) got that to look forward too.

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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. 

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

please plaese and thank uuuu

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

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

Why Him?- Fili x F!Human!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

"Can I ask you one thing?"

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

"Anything."

"Why him?"

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

"Why who?"

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

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

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

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

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

"So you and Bilbo aren't—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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