#But the effect was really just “Bilbo is Seeing This just like the rest of us and it’s Getting To Him like it is anyone watching this-

[moltengoldveins]

molten, having never seen the Hobbit films: ehh. I read the Hobbit a thousand times when I was a child (really not an exaggeration, thrice a week for at least three years and once a week or so for another like… four?) think I’d know if there was actually anything to the whole Bilbo and Thorin ship. I think this is the internet Internetting again. Molten, three films and an Absurd Quantity of Blatant Staring later: …. Alright. So. I still don’t think this is canon. However.… there is very little someone can do to explain That without… Like. That’s… a lot of Unnecessary Looking. At Each Other. Like. Please. There are children present (gestures vaguely at the Li brothers) could you not do that in public like that.

[ravensliterature]

Poisoned Arrow Pt. II

A/N: I have gotten a couple of requests to make a request to Poisoned Arrow so I decided to do so. 

Part 1

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

warnings: Nothing really

w/c: 2841

Prompt: Laketown has been destroyed by Smaug. What will the ramifications be? Your father (Thorin) is being overcome by dragon sickness and it appears a war is starting on your doorstep

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Legolas had to see his parents kiss. Gross. Thranduil didn't care if you both got caught; he was just happy you were alive. You felt the poison and its effects leave your body quickly thanks to the elven healers Thranduil learned from. Everyone seemed to relax, knowing the orcs were currently gone and you were going to live. This moment was short-lived when a roar was heard from the sky.

Thranduil's eyes darted toward the sound, and his expression changed drastically as he ran from your side toward the entranceway. Legolas followed him without hesitation to see what was making the noise from above. A dark shadow covered the sun, and you heard the people of Laketown scream and the bells of the town began to ring. Your eyes widened as your heart pounded loudly in your chest; this couldn't be happening. Legolas looked on in horror while your husband had a face of dread. Smaug.

"Legolas, escort the dwarves and humans to a boat. Now!" Thranduil demanded before leaving with a swift nod toward his son who stood frozen. You tried to get up, but you fell back onto your bed and let out a groan at the pain radiating through your body from the lingering effects. There wasn't much time left, so you closed your eyes tight and prayed that everything would go smoothly for everyone. Thranduil picked you up bridal style, recognizing your inability to fully stand yet.

"Everyone, to the boat!" Legolas shouted, escorting the human children who were clinging to him. Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur followed swiftly after. Finally, you and Thranduil entered the boat before drifting off down the river in the hopes of escaping. The fire covered the town as the dragon took his anger out on the village. All you could do was pray for everyone else. For Thorin. For Bilbo. For the rest of the company.

You held onto Thranduil tightly with a grip like iron as you watched the city burn before turning your attention to Thranduil again. He was pale and shaky, with worry etched into his features, but his expression was set firm. The boat drifted further down the river, and you saw a screech from the sky. Smaug was falling into the town, and Bard could be seen on the bell tower with his bow. An arrow struck the dragon in the chest, causing it to stumble and fall forward toward the water. You watched helplessly as Smaug crashed into Lake Town. The ship rocked violently, sending your boat further down the river in a wave. Thranduil grasped onto you tightly while everyone else grabbed onto the boat.

It was early morning when the fishing boat you all fled to safety on reached the shore. Everyone was exhausted and in need of food. When you finally made it safely onto land, you were met with a town without a home as they surrounded you all. Bard's girls were reunited with him, and at this moment, you were able to walk normally again.

"Nin meleth, I need to see my father. I need to make sure he is alright," you said to your husband. He placed a hand on your cheek softly and gave you a sad look.

"I know, my love. I know you will not be able to rest until you finish this journey," he said, looking straight into your eyes. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. He knew better than to get in your way, especially when it comes to family. You pulled away and looked around, seeing nothing else but ruins, people, bodies, and ash.

"This isn't good..." you mumbled softly at the same time Legolas began walking toward your side. "Mirkwood has been notified of the state of Laketown and will be sending aid for these people," he explained. He looked over at you and gave you a nod.

"Good job, my son, we are very proud," Thranduil said, smiling brightly at Legolas.

"Thanks, Father," Legolas replied. You watched the exchange between the two of them and smiled. It warmed your heart to see such close ties between the two of them. Legolas moved over to you as you turned around and placed your arm around his shoulder. You smiled lightly and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I will see you when this is all over, my son," you whispered. He squeezed your arm gently.

"Of course, mother. We will meet soon," Legolas replied, leaning his head against yours.

You and Legolas broke apart as he left to help with any healing that he could, leaving you and Thranduil to your discussion once more.

"So, my dear wife... I think we should talk about something rather important right now," Thranduil said, placing a hand under your chin and raising your face to look him in the eye.

"What do you mean?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. He sighed softly and placed a gentle peck on your lips. His hand found its way into your hair and tangled your fingers together.

"You are still recovering from the injury, and you will be able to walk fine, but be careful," he answered, resting his forehead against yours. "I need you in one piece," he murmured, kissing your temple. You nodded in response and wrapped an arm around him. He slowly backed away from you and turned back around. The King was to return to ensure aid was brought to the people of Laketown.

You made your way over to Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur who were waiting. After making sure you had everything you needed, you began your climb up the mountain to the entrance of Erebor, where you grew up.

As you approached the gates of Erebor, you realized how much larger it looked compared to how you remembered. The stone towers looked tall and strong, though they were crumbling from age. But there was still something familiar to it. Like an old friend that you haven't seen in years but missed dearly. Your reminiscing was cut short when you realized the entranceway was destroyed by Smaug's leave. Were they all dead? Was your father alive? You all had the same thought as your casual walking pace turned into a sprint as you all entered the ancient kingdom.

"Hello!" Bofur yelled into the echoing halls, searching for anyone. No response came, and it only served to worry you and the others further. "Bifur!? Anybody!?" Bofur called, hoping someone might hear him. You glanced at Bofur worriedly as you all continued to walk. You decided that you all would continue to trek the halls until you found everyone. Alive or dead.

"Wait! Wait!" a voice rang through the mountain as you all walked down the stairs further into Erebor. You recognized that voice. "It's Bilbo!" Kili exclaimed. You smiled widely as you all ran towards him. You stopped running abruptly when you got to the hobbit.

"Stop! Stop!" Bilbo yelled. You all froze in fear, wondering what was wrong. He looked terrified, and his eyes were wide with panic. "You need to leave. We all need to leave," he breathed, trying to compose himself. You frowned in confusion as everyone stared at the hobbit. Why would he want to leave? Then it hit you... your father.

"We only just got here?" Bofur said in disbelief. You all stared at Bilbo in shock for a few moments, but you knew. You already knew. The dragon sickness was already in effect. "I have tried talking to him, but he won't listen. Thorin has been down there for days. He doesn't sleep. He barely eats. He's not been himself."

Without notice, Fili sprints down the stairs, catching the attention of everyone as you decide to follow suit.

You could feel the fear creeping inside of you as you all followed Fili through the maze of hallways, and you got closer to the room glowing with gold. You felt your heart stop when you saw Thorin in royal garb in a sea of gold coins. The sickness was too powerful, and it was already affecting his mind.

"Gold. Gold beyond measure," your father muttered as he stared at the coins before him. Your breath caught in your throat, and your knees buckled as you struggled to remain upright. You feared this the moment you set on this journey. You thought he was strong enough to resist it. Hoped that he was. "Beyond sorrow and grief. Behold the great treasure of Thror. Welcome, my daughter and sister's sons, to the Kingdom of Erebor!"

Your father raised a ruby, throwing it to Fili as he caught it. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at your father. Kili sensed your pain as he grabbed your elbow in an attempt to drag you away from the sight. "Let's find everyone else," he whispered. You let yourself be pulled away from the scene and back up the stairs with the others.

Everyone was alive, but your joy was short-lived as Thorin put you all to work in search of the Arkenstone. The valued treasure above all. While everyone was searching, you tried to find a moment to break away. You couldn't be a part of this. You made your way to a balcony on Erebor overlooking the burned town. All that death for a stone and the decline of your father. It wasn't worth it. You reclaimed your home but at the cost of this? Finally, the tears you had built up began to fall. Your tears were interrupted when you saw an army of elves walk upon Erebor. Leading them was your husband? What was going on? Were they here because of you? As you stood there trying desperately to control your emotions, your attention is drawn to the man you love. As you continue to stare you see a man riding on a horse riding further than the rest up to the gate. As he got closer into view, you saw a familiar lock of black hair. Bard? As you peered over the edge, a raven flew above your head. You assumed it was likely Thorin telling your aunt they had reclaimed the mountain.

You weren't the only one who saw him as you saw your father walk down below to greet your guest. He appeared at the door talking with Bard through a hole allowing them to see each other's faces.

"I'm listening," Thorin said looking over at Bard with furrowed brows. Bard took in a deep sigh. "On behalf of the people of Laketown, I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so they can rebuild their lives."

Bard suggested. Thorin remained silent. "Please," Bard pleaded. Thorin sighed deeply before saying, "I will not trade with any man while an armed host lies before my door."

You could hear Bard scoff in frustration, "That armed host will attack this mountain if we do not come to terms." You were happy Thranduil was aiding the people, but he wouldn't attack you, all right? Would he?

"Your threats do not sway me," Thorin replied.

You could hear Bard curse under his breath, "What of your conscious? Does it not tell you our cause is just? My people offered you help and helped save your daughter's life. And in return, you brought upon them only ruin and death."

Thorin shook his head in disbelief. "Why do the men of Laketown only come to our aid when for the promise of rich reward."

"A bargain was struck!"

"Begone! Let our arrows fly!" Thorin roared.

Your gaze snapped up in horror. Arrows. They meant war.

You could hear Bard shouting out insults and promises of bloodshed as he ran off in the direction of the human camp with the elves following him. You watched in silence and shock as Thorin walked away from the door fuming. "He is gone..." You murmured to yourself as just peered over the patio scared to return to the rest. You wanted to believe that your father is still in there. That he hopefully won't start an all-out war. You continued to stare wondering what would happen next until you heard footsteps coming down the pathway of the patio. You followed the noise to see Bilbo hooking himself to the wall, yanking on the wall, and testing its strength.

"Bilbo? What are you doing?" you asked, stepping forward worriedly. "Are you alright?"

He nodded his head sadly "The dragon sickness has taken hold of your father. I am saving him." After his declaration, Bilbo held out a glittering jewel-like none you'd ever seen.

You gasped softly, "The Arkenstone." You moved toward Bilbo, examining it with curiosity, noticing the gems on its inner surface seemed to glow slightly brighter than the rest. "Where did you get this?"

"I found it. I planned to give it to your husband and Bard," Bilbo said.

"I'm coming with you."

"No," Bilbo stated firmly, and you frowned, confused. "Do you know how Thorin will react knowing his daughter betrayed him in this state? He'll kill you!" Bilbo warned.

"I have no intention of dying today," you said determined to go with him. "He would never hurt me."

"How do you know?" Bilbo questioned. You ignored the question as you stepped closer to the balcony and then pointed down, gesturing for him to climb down. Once at the bottom, you used his rope to climb down as well. You quickly climbed down to the ground and stood beside Bilbo. Both of you looked around to see if anyone saw you guys scale down the wall. When the coast appeared clear, you ran towards the human camp.

"Y/N..." Thranduil gasped as he stood up for his chair in the tent as you were escorted by Gandalf and Bard with Bilbo in tow. "Oh thank Valar you're safe," he said grabbing you tightly into a warm hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your face into his chest. "I am safe, my love," you mumbled in relief. You pulled back from the embrace and looked into his blue orbs and smiled. His eyes shone, and his skin glowed as you both gazed at each other lovingly.

"What brings you both here?" Bard asked raising an eyebrow.

"We came to give you this," Bilbo said pulling the Arkenstone from his pocket. Thranduil's jaw nearly dropped as he watched the hobbit place the jewel on the table with Gandalf and Bard doing the same. There was silence. Everyone was staring at the jewel in shock as Bilbo spoke up, breaking the silence. "We both took it as our 14th share of the treasure."

"Why would you do this? The hobbit especially doesn't owe us any loyalty," Bard questioned.

"We are not doing it for you. I have grown very fond of them and Y/N and I will save them all if I can," Bilbo explained.

Gandalf looked at Bilbo, surprised by his words and nodded slowly, "If that is what you wish. But I hope your plan works," he told the hobbit.

"Me too," you mumbled. "Thank you for bringing us here, Master Baggins." You said smiling gratefully up at him. He grinned in response before leaving the room with Bard and Gandalf leaving you and your husband alone. You felt something brush against your cheek. Glancing down, Thranduil leaned down kissing you gently. "It is good to see you again, my love. I'm sorry it has come to this."

"So am I," you sighed as you stared at the beautiful jewel that lay on the table. "But why have you come? I thought you were only aiding the humans with food and supplies?" You inquired. "Food and supplies will not rebuild their homes, my dear. They need resources and your father made a promise. My army was only to act as a warning. I didn't think dragon sickness would take him this quickly."

"What are we going to do?" you asked.

"Tomorrow, I need you to stay here. If the sickness has truly claimed him, he will hurt you."

"No. Me being there will stop him from hurting you all."

He smiled sadly before leaning down once again placing another soft kiss on your lips. "Let us worry about this tomorrow. Tonight is mine to enjoy with my wife." With that, he kissed you tenderly once more. You allowed your eyes to close, allowing yourself the opportunity to relax for the first time since you arrived. You soon became lost in his touch and his scent. It reminded you of the times he would hold you and make you feel special and loved. It also reminded you how much you wanted to feel those things again. You pulled apart after a while and placed a small chaste kiss on his lips. "Will you stay with me tonight? Let us worry about tomorrow later."

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[mushroomwitches]

Okay so I am very adhd and have like a ton of drafts started for some fanfic ideas and wanted to focus on one to start with, but I wanted to get peoples opinions because I’m also very indecisive! Below the cut I will explain each option I have that I’ve started to help!

Slight Spoiler warnings

Option 1: okay so this idea is inspired by mamuro-chiba-ua ‘s artwork here on tumblr, though I have seen other talk about in on here, but their artwork and Au made me start to wonder how being the uncle to Vivi would effect buggy! This would focus on buggy as he goes about his life and would be a cross guild (crocodile, mihawk, and buggy! )

Option 2: for whatever reason kaveh and Alhaitham give me the swan Princess vibes. So this story would follow kaveh as he is captured by Dori and given to a mysterious man who changes him into a paradisea by day, only allowing him to return to his human form at night to build for him. Can Alhaitham save him or will he be trapped forever ( featuring Tighnari, collei and Layla as the others trapped with Kaveh and also turned into animals, Cyno as Alhaitham friend and Faruzan as the overly annoyed and sarcastic advisor to Alhaitham )

Option 3: so this one could either be gigolas or aralas, both work and I am a multi shipper who loves both options! I could also tweak this and make it a throuple if anyone is interested in that. But basically I was a total band kid and feel like Legolas would be a color guard member. Now if I do Gimli, that boy is definitely a percussionist, and I would say I could see him in the drum line as a bass player. If it’s Aragorn, I am a little more torn on that, I could see Aragorn as either a low brass player or the drum major! Basically a fun marching band AU (specifically based on DCI (drum corps international) which goes to 21 so they would all be over the age of 18!)

Option 4: so I’ll set the stage. Bilbo is the lead in the local theater companies upcoming production of Les Miserables (could totally see him singing who am I, like the voice of the original Jean Val Jean just fits in my head). But oh no, Bilbo’s babysitter ( *cough cough* Gandalf) didn’t show up and now he has to bring baby frodo with him, but he has to practice. So he call Bofur, his friend from college to see if he could come to watch frodo while he’s performing. Bofur agrees easily, but is also currently dealing with a brooding Thorin after a really shitty date and decides to bring him with. Thorin isn’t thrilled, claiming to hate musicals and only like his metal and stuff he can play with the rest of the band, but sees Bofur won’t let it go and agrees to go. He goes right in time to watch Bilbo practice the who am I song and just is like damn. Basically meet cute here and then just follows their life from there with all of life’s up and downs (plus cute little kids with frodo, fili and kili)

Option 5: okay so shanks and buggy give off like such ex energy, and I just love the idea of they got like married real young and got divorced a year or 2 later because they both wanted different things, but they are forced together like 20 years later (either a job, event, taking care of roger who is sick, something like that) and being to fall in love again!

Option 6: so I feel like this is pretty self explanatory. Basically I have begun taking both the hobbit and lotr and putting them into the star wars universe! The hobbit would include ships like bagginshield and lotr would include ships like samfro, Aragorn x Arwen, and gigolas!

But yeah feel free to answer the poll and comment or pop into my inbox with any questions!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Stay- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: When Alphine expresses her desire to possibly stay with the Wanita Hutan after the Ring is destroyed, Legolas comes to her with a surprising request.

Word Count: 1.8k

The wonders of MapleElm were truly a sight to behold. It truly was a beautiful realm, and the Fellowship had never been in a town where there was literally no ill will against anyone else. Even the people residing there were peaceful amongst themselves. That was one thing that the Fellowship had noticed more than once over the last few days that they’d been there. 

“I just don’t understand it,” Brooke said one evening during dinner, effectively capturing everyone’s attention. The council of Queen Indah had a meeting that had been going on for quite a while and showed no signs of ending soon, which meant that the guests would be eating dinner alone with Citra.

“Don’t get what, Miss Bilberry?” Citra questioned, tilting her head curiously. 

“Forgive me if I sound blunt, but how is there never conflict in MapleElm?” She asked, seeing no sense in beating around the bush. “Sure, the Shire is relatively peaceful, but we have problems sometimes. Even Frodo’s cousin Bilbo is seen as odd because he had different views that no one chose to address after his adventure.” Citra offered the hobbit a patient smile then glanced out the window, where the town square could be seen. 

“I realize that I haven’t told you the history of the Wanita Hutan,” she muttered before facing them once more. “That would probably clear up your confusion. You see, many years ago, Queen Indah had been living in a normal village. She was younger back then of course, and yet she had been cast out by society for a crime she did not commit.” The table seemed surprised by her confession. 

“Why?” Lalia questioned, sounding very confused, earning a shrug from Citra.

“I don’t know exactly what the crime was, but it was a simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Executing women for crimes was basically unheard of, so they did the next best thing that they could: they shunned and banished her, never to return unless she had a death wish. It’s much easier to kill an intruder than a member of town. 

As she wandered around, looking for a place to call home, she came to the shocking realization that she was not the only woman wrongly cast out by man. It started as only six, those six being who she now refers to as her council, then grew as they found more women wrongly casted out from society, specifically men’s. Rather than be broken down by their setbacks, Indah suggested that they grow powerful and show society that they were wrong about them, thus creating the Wanita Hutan. 

It was when they were creating the society, they decided that no more will there be conflict in their realm. People seek out the Wanita Hutan in search of a comforting home after dealing with such traumatic experiences, and Queen Indah wanted to provide a safe space for them so that they no longer have to worry about such things anymore. She taught us that if we were to have a problem with someone, we must work it out like civilized people. And it’s worked, there hasn’t been a single issue in MapleElm for many years aside from trespassers who intend to harm its good people.” 

“So you really just take in outcast souls who are searching for a new home?” Alphine questioned softly, finally speaking up for the first time during dinner. 

Something about Citra’s words resonated with her. By this point everyone in the Fellowship knew that she had been shunned from her village Rydain by reason of witchcraft due to some nasty rumors about witches. When Gandalf (and the rest of the group) had come to recruit her, the townsfolk were happy to see her go, believing that she had been the reason for their crops doing so poorly that year. The leader of the town had warned her that if she were to go on this journey, then she would never be allowed to come back. It was a trap, and everyone knew it. They all knew that she would say yes to Gandalf, and they didn’t hide their celebration as she packed and left. It seemed that the sentiment (or lack thereof) had stayed with her this far in the journey. 

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Citra answered dutifully. 

“And you allow anyone to join?” The girl continued, trying to hide the hopefulness in her tone. Legolas glanced at her, concerned, but she avoided his gaze as their guide responded with a simple nod. 

“As long as they have no ill will when entering the realm, then anyone is more than welcome to stay.” Alphine nodded as well then looked down at her plate as conversations branched off in different directions. That was the last time she spoke during dinner. 

Later that evening, everyone had gone off to do their own thing. The hobbits and Lalia wanted to go into town and listen to the band that played in the streets, asking if Alphine wanted to tag along. She kindly rejected their offer, thanking them afterwards, and instead decided to take another walk around the palace halls. It had sort of become part of her routine, she’d walk the halls of the palace at least once a day. It gave her time to be alone and think. Usually she’d just think about anything and everything, but tonight she had one specific thing on her mind: the Wanita Hutan. After what Alphine had been through in her old village, MapleElm sounded like Valar. There were other witches there that could vouch for it as well, she’d met a few. 

Her feet eventually grew tired, so she walked to an empty balcony and leaned against the railing, staring into town. Her eyes locked onto Merry and Pippin, who were attempting to get Brooke and Camelia to dance with them near the band. It brought a smile to her face as several of the Wanita Hutan joined in merrily. Her thoughts went back to the MapleElm realm in general. This would be a nice place to stay, she realized. Obviously not right now. She had sworn to protect Frodo on the journey to Mordor, and she was going to see that through. But, maybe after the Ring is destroyed. She no longer had a home in Rydain, or anywhere really. The Wanita Hutan were literally made to make a home for people like her. How could she possibly be able to pass that up? 

“Would you mind if I joined you?” Alphine was pulled out of thoughts by Legolas’ voice, and she faced him to nod. 

“Be my guest. The view is amazing.” The elf nodded and leaned against the railing beside her, also staring down from the balcony. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked softly, which made Alphine look at him confusedly. “I could see you were deep in thought before I spoke.” The witch muttered a small ‘ah’ then shrugged. 

“Just thinking about the Wanita Hutan,” she answered simply. 

“What about them?” Legolas tilted his head. 

“It would be nice to be among them,” she answered, surprising the elf beside her. 

“What?”

“I mean, it would be like entering the Valar. Imagine never feeling like you don’t belong, somewhere you’re always welcome. It sounds amazing. It’d be nice to live here if I survive the quest to Mordor.” 

“You can’t live here,” Legolas said quickly. Now it was Alphine’s turn to be shocked, but that shock quickly turned into offense. 

“Excuse me?” The elf blushed, clearly not expecting his own outburst either, and he shook his head. 

“I…I mean-” he cut himself off, trying to gather his thoughts while Alphine could only stare at him in bewilderment. 

“I mean to say, please don’t stay here once the quest is over,” he finally begged. 

“Where else do you expect me to go after this, Legolas?” She questioned. “I have been shunned from my own village and had no backup plan. The Wanita Hutan have given me an offer that I’m not so sure I can refuse.” 

“Stay with me,” he responded, surprising the witch even further.

“Wait, what?” Legolas’ blush darkened just a bit as it reached the tips of his ears. 

“Stay with me,” he repeated, ignoring the burning of his cheeks. “I can offer you a home, safety, anything you could want. It would make me feel much better if I personally knew that you were safe and happy.” Alphine shook her head, still trying to wrap her head around his words.

“But, why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Legolas responded, almost amusedly. “I love you.” It was as if Alphine’s brain short-circuited from his confession, she could only stare at him for a few minutes. 

“I- why?” Her confused question didn’t help his mirth, and he actually had to suppress a chuckle by clearing his throat before speaking.

“Why do I love you? Because time and time again you’ve shown me your intelligence, wit, quick thinking and beauty throughout this entire quest. As a matter of fact I found it difficult not to fall in love with you when we first met.” Alphine’s brows furrowed as she listened to his words. 

“Didn’t I trap you and Gandalf when we met?” 

“Yes, and I still have the snare rope marks on my ankle,” he answered humorously. “But you hadn’t previously set that trap, you just used your nimble intelligence to cast a successful spell in the heat of the moment. I was very impressed.” The witch blushed shyly then looked down, only for Legolas to take her chin between his thumb and index finger shortly before his hand cupped her cheek. He stared at her with such adoration in his eyes that it was almost difficult for her to focus as he spoke again. 

“My point is, Alphine Barrowes, that I have fallen irreversibly and without a doubt in love with you. And I would like nothing more than for you to stay with me, after the Ring is destroyed, after Sauron is defeated, after everything. Forever.” His words made Alphine’s heart absolutely melt. A smile formed on her face and she moved her head just enough to press a kiss to his palm before finally nodding. 

“Okay. I’ll stay with you,” she whispered. She didn’t think she would ever see Legolas as happy as he was at that moment. Wordlessly, he pulled her into a hug that Alphine never wanted to pull away from. Their foreheads came to rest against each other in a comfortable moment of silence, one that they would cherish because they had no idea when they would get another one of these. It didn’t matter though, they were with each other here, in this moment, and forever.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 125.6 Accidental Bonding (Part Six)

(You can start at Part One, if you’d like.)

This was the last day that Harry was going to be bonded to Draco.

That thought should have made him feel relieved or overjoyed; it should have made him feel like he was regaining his freedom.

But it didn't. It made him feel like shit, actually. He spent the entire day moping, feeling overly sensitive, and like he was about to lose something important.

"So, how are you feeling?" he asked Draco over dinner that evening, his knee pressed against Draco's under the table.

"Fine," he said, brow furrowed. "How are you feeling?"

He laughed, "I meant about the bond ending tomorrow," he said casually.

Draco shrugged one elegant shoulder, "Fine."

"Sure," Harry said, ignoring the way the knife that had been stabbing him in the gut all day twisted harder. "Right. Good."

"Potter," Draco said, "It's-"

"Just the bond," Harry finished. "I know." He stood up from the table, "I'm not hungry," he said, vanishing the food off his plate and sending the plate to the sink.

Draco didn't try to stop him as he fled the kitchen, making his way to the bedroom and crawling under the covers. It smelled right in here; he let the combination of sandalwood shampoo, a light peppermint scent from Draco's face cream, and the hint of coffee from Draco drinking it in bed while he read the paper, wash over him. Breathing it in and trying not to let the thought that this was the last time he'd have this ruin the calming effect.

After a few minutes the door opened but Harry didn't roll over to look at the other man.

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The mattress dipped behind him and Draco's arms wrapped around him, drawing him back into his embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered into Harry's ear and Harry's arm hair stood on end. "I didn't mean to trivialize what you're experiencing. I thought it would make you feel better, knowing that it's not really you," he added.

"S'fine," Harry muttered but it sounded petulant, even to his own ears.

Draco huffed a laugh, "I hate to be the one to tell you this, Potter, but you're a terrible actor." And just once, Harry wished that Draco would call him by his name.

"Aren't you afraid you'll miss this?" Harry asked, choosing not to dwell on his desire to hear Draco's mouth form his given name.

"Miss what?"

He sighed irritably, "Just," he shrugged awkwardly, "Having someone to hold you. Having someone to keep the other side of the bed warm."

"There's this thing called a boyfriend," Draco drawled, "Perhaps you've heard of the concept."

"Oh piss off," he snapped. "It's not that easy."

Draco shifted and Harry could tell without looking at him that he was rolling his eyes. "You're the savior of the world, Potter. Literally anyone would be honored to cuddle you."

"But that's the problem isn't it?" he asked.

There was a short pause before Draco said, "What is?"

"If literally anyone would cuddle me how can I know that they genuinely like me?"

"And you think that my cuddles mean that I genuinely like you?" the other man asked.

The knife in his gut plunged deeper. "No," he said, forcing his voice to stay level. "But I know where you stand. You've never pretended to like me."

Draco was silent for a few moments, which Harry recognized was something that he only did when he was comfortable. When Draco didn't feel safe he'd rattle off anything that popped into his head to avoid people thinking he was slow or dimwitted. Something idiotic warmed inside of him at the thought that Draco felt safe enough with him to think things through before answering.

Harry was in so much trouble.

"It may surprise you to know," Draco said finally, oblivious to the turmoil roiling in Harry's mind, "that I don't hate you."

Harry's breath caught, which was ridiculous really, it was hardly a declaration of anything more than basic human decency at this point.

Still.

He pressed back against the hard planes of the other man's body, memorizing the way it felt when their bodies were in line, "I don't hate you either."

Draco's exhale ruffled the curls at the base of Harry's neck and Harry was filled with a longing so fierce that he couldn't breathe. "What do you want to do tonight?" Draco asked.

"This," he answered before he could think better of it. His heart hammered so loudly in his ears that he wondered if Draco could hear it, too.

"Alright," Draco said and all of the thoughts spinning wildly in Harry's head ground to a sudden halt. "Roll over," he instructed and Harry was too shocked to do anything other than what Draco had asked.

Draco collapsed onto his back and reached for a book on the nightstand and Harry just watched.

"Well, come here," he said with an impatient huff, holding out his arm so Harry could press against his side.

He moved so that his cheek was resting on Draco's shoulder and Draco wrapped his arm around Harry, his fingers trailing lightly over his tricep.

"This is what comes next after The Hobbit," he said, opening the paperback novel with his other hand. "I think you'll like this one even more," he added.

Harry nodded and draped his arm across Draco's stomach.

"When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would be celebrating his eleventy first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton," Draco began, voice low and soothing.

And Harry closed his eyes and let himself drift in the sound of Draco's voice, trying to store up every sensation he could before the rest of his life began.

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When Harry woke up in the morning, the bed was empty. He laid there for a moment, trying to sort out his feelings and thoughts. Everything felt too quiet and he didn't like how alone he felt.

He shook his head, pushing away the thoughts and the feelings; it had just been the bond, he reminded himself (even though the voice saying it in his head sounded suspiciously like Draco's).

Harry used the loo and then packed his things and Draco was nowhere to be found, probably out enjoying his freedom, Harry thought bitterly.

"Get it together," he grumbled at himself as he scooped up the duffel bag with all of his shrunken clothes off the floor.

As he was walking out of the bedroom the front door opened and Draco came through dressed in running shorts and a tank top, his hair damp with sweat, face pink with exertion. "Hey," he said breathlessly when he caught sight of Harry.

"Morning," Harry said once he got his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth.

"Figured that I'd start the morning off with a run since it wouldn't cause either of us pain," he said with a little smile as he headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He followed behind him, very pointedly not looking at his arse in his shorts, "You could have-" he started before trying again, "I wouldn't have-" he broke off and shook his head, "I would have gone running with you," he finally managed.

Draco turned to look at him, "Oh," he said, brow furrowed. "I never thought to ask."

"Sure," Harry said, nodding, "Right, well I'll just-" he started.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Draco asked at the same time as he opened the refrigerator. "Oh, sorry," he said. "What was that?"

"I was just going to say I'd get out of your hair," Harry said.

Draco looked around the refrigerator door at Harry, "Did you want to stay for breakfast?"

"I couldn't impose," Harry said quickly even though he would like nothing better. Well, perhaps there were things he'd like better than breakfast but those definitely didn't bear thinking about.

The other man tilted his head at him, "It's no imposition. I'm making breakfast for myself regardless."

"That's okay," Harry said, backing toward the door, "I should get my stuff unpacked before-"

"Right," Draco said, nodding hastily. "Right, yes. Of course."

"Right," Harry repeated like an idiot. "Well. I'll see you at work, I guess."

"Yes," Draco replied, burying himself in the refrigerator.

He nodded, "Okay." Harry turned and made his way to the door, before he turned the handle he called, "Draco?"

"Yes?" Was there a note of hope in the word or was it just Harry's wishful thinking?

"How are you, um," he paused, "feeling?"

"Fine," Draco said, looking at Harry in confusion.

"Right. Good," Harry replied. "Not having any side effects from the curse?"

The other man shook his head, "No. I feel the same way I felt before the bond. Why? Are you?"

"No," Harry said quickly. "Nope. Just checking." He opened the door, "Bye then," he said before he stepped through and closed the door behind him.

He stood on the step for a moment and tried to tamp down all of the thoughts and feelings swirling inside of his chest. With one last look at Draco's home, he apparated back to his own but he couldn't help but wonder why he still ached for the other man if the bond was gone.

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Part 5 | Part 7

[tossawary]

Because my brain does NOT stop even when I’m grounded, today my brain told me, “Hey, I figured out how to make a Hobbit Fusion AU work.” And I was like, “Great! We’re working, though.” And my brain was like, “I’ve figured out how to make it a Pre-Canon Canon Divergence AU for Moshang.”

And I was like, “...I’m listening.”

The Hobbit is another one of my Comfort Media and it got brought up when I was asking about that, but I was feeling kind of “eh” about mixing Tolkien mythology with SVSSS. I mean, the mental picture of Dwarf Mobei-Jun is extremely funny and Shang Qinghua would make a great hobbit! But that interpretation felt a little too direct for my AU tastes.

So, hm, now I have another potential Big Bang contender. My love for The Hobbit is very, VERY strong and looking at my current outline, I have to be like, “Yeah, this could be 50,000 words, no problem.”

It’s a very good outline!

-

After saving Mobei-Jun, Shang Qinghua bailed A.S.A.P. because he honestly thought Mobei-Jun was going to kill him. He psyched himself out of sticking around before Mobei-Jun woke up. Mobei-Jun didn’t get enough information to track Shang Qinghua down.

Shang Qinghua (who isn’t SQH because he isn’t the Peak Lord) decides that he can’t fucking take it anymore and bails from Cang Qiong Mountain Sect too. The System objects, but also falls into line when Airplane shrieks at it. Airplane is going to go become a humble merchant and inventor and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop him!

It turns out that Shang Qinghua’s presence or help was actually crucial to stop some Emperor of the Abyss from taking over the Ice Palace and the Northern Desert. Airplane is like, “Oh, yeah, I remember… offhandedly writing something about that happening in the past off-screen?” It was one of those things that he just threw in there because it sounded really cool, and it gave Mobei-Jun another reason to “owe” Shang Qinghua and not kill him immediately, but he never got to elaborate on it because he was too busy writing stallion novel bullshit.

So, borrowing the lore from my “Horns” one-shot, an extremely powerful Emperor of the Abyss escaped the Eternal Abyss. This is some devouring horror being from the depths of the abyss, which ate everything in its vicinity in the abyss itself and crawled into the Demon Realm to eat more things. The Emperor of the Abyss was attracted to Mobei-Jun’s father. They fought. Mobei-Jun’s father should have won, but didn’t, because he was too fucked up (thanks to his own hedonism or something) to fight properly. What an asshole.

Mobei-Jun’s father was killed and devoured by the Emperor of the Abyss, which has made it… exponentially powerful. It’s now… basically a calamity. The desolation that it leaves in its wake across the Northern Desert is unspeakable. Mobei-Jun and his family, their allied clans, and pretty much all demons in the Northern Desert have had to flee.

Mobei-Jun is currently essentially a “guest” of the Sha Clan. He’s homeless. He’s lost the power of his ancestors. He’s a “king” without a kingdom. It’s humiliating. He needs to kill the abyssal creature to retrieve: his title, his ancestors’ power, and his kingdom.

While working for other demon clans to support his family and people, Mobei-Jun crosses paths with Airplane. Airplane has become a relatively successful merchant and inventor, and he calls himself Shang Houhua. He lives a very comfortable life and does his best to ignore anything resembling the plot. He’s pretty successful at ignoring the plot.

Mobei-Jun is never in a good mood these days, but he’s especially pissed off to see that human who abandoned him all those years ago. Airplane tries to argue that Mobei-Jun told him to fuck off, but Mobei-Jun is too angry. Airplane makes lots of offers in an effort to get Mobei-Jun to spare his life, one of which ends up being a claim that he can help Mobei-Jun kill the Emperor of the Abyss and make him a king again. Mobei-Jun pauses, now even more pissed off than before, and Airplane just starts babbling desperately to save his own skin.

Mobei-Jun was already forming a company to take on a Quest for the Northern Desert - in the hopes of slaying the Emperor of the Abyss and retaking his homeland. Part of the issue has been that forming the company is difficult. Mobei-Jun wants people who are loyal to HIM and ONLY to him. He won’t owe anyone else anything or promise them pieces of his homeland.

(Airplane is like, “Bro, I don’t know if you can afford to be so picky, but okay.”)

So Mobei-Jun is like… “I still want to kill you, but fine, you can come on our quest and help us.”

So Airplane ends up on the Quest for the Northern Desert, led by his very angry future murderer the “king without a kingdom” Mobei-Jun, to fight the calamitous Emperor of the Abyss who killed Mobei-Jun’s father. Fuck.

Some details beyond this opening premise:

Airplane and Mobei-Jun fall in love over the course of the quest, obviously. They have their own hijinks like each chapter of The Hobbit (equivalents to the trolls, to Rivendell, to Goblintown, to Beorn, to Mirkwood, and to Laketown, etc.). 

Oh, damn, I just realized that making a pre-fall Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang the Beorn equivalents would be so fucking funny.

The Emperor of the Abyss is a horrifying Smaug equivalent. It can totally talk because Airplane having a conversation with a draconian horror sounds incredible. I would love to have Airplane outwit the Emperor of the Abyss in some fashion.

Mobei-Jun and Airplane somehow manage to successfully kill the Emperor of the Abyss together. Like, together. Probably using some plot device whipped up or some clever plan devised by Airplane on his feet. Mobei-Jun trusts Airplane at a crucial moment and it all works out. Airplane actually gets Mobei-Jun his kingdom back.

I’m tempted to just skip over the Ring and not having a Ring equivalent. BUT if I made this into a longfic instead of a one-shot, I would have a Ring equivalent (if it was a one-shot, I would ditch the Ring equivalent). I think I would make Xin Mo the One Ring equivalent. During the Goblintown equivalent event, Airplane falls either into the Eternal Abyss or into Bing-Ge’s dimension, where he proceeds to successfully take up Xin Mo because he knows the trick and portal himself out of the Eternal Abyss, or he proceeds to outwit Bing-Ge in some fashion and uses the Xin Mo sword to portal himself back to the right dimension.

So then Airplane is stuck with this super powerful sword that he doesn’t want to use again because he KNOWS that it will fuck him up. He KNOWS that it will FUCK HIM UP. So Airplane has to go through the rest of the quest ignoring the temptation of the Xin Mo sword that he is absolutely not supposed to have and can’t possibly let anyone else have.

(Oh, man, imagining the influence of Xin Mo giving Airplane extra horny thoughts about Mobei-Jun on the rest of the quest is very funny. Like, Airplane was already hot for Mobei-Jun, but now it’s worse and he might never have a normal thought ever again.)

Bagginshield Movie Hug when Airplane turns up again, for sure. Mobei-Jun thought he was dead. Mobei-Jun smiles and everything, until he remembers to frown again.

I’m feeling like I don’t want Airplane to use Xin Mo to help defeat the Emperor of the Abyss, but it makes sense if he does. Him not using it doesn’t make much sense. I do like the idea of Airplane dealing the killing blow and Mobei-Jun’s pride being hurt by Airplane being the one to kill it. I also like the idea of Mobei-Jun being a little smitten by Airplane just… loyally handing him his kingdom and restoring the power of his ancestors. I also really like the idea of Airplane just… not having some super powerful plot device up his sleeve on the quest.

Like, instead of Airplane’s Author God knowledge totally setting him up to deal with this thing no problem, Airplane had NO FUCKING PLAN when he set out with Mobei-Jun. He was talking completely out of his ass when he said he knew how to help Mobei-Jun. That this all worked out at all is almost completely due to luck and improvisation.

That feels MUCH more true to both Shang Qinghua and to Bilbo Baggins. Lucky lads of fast-talking, complaining, lying, not knowing what the fuck is really going on, thirsting after kings with tragic backstories, and somehow not dying despite winging it all the time.

Instead of goldsickness, Mobei-Jun is forced to deal with some side-effects of consuming the Emperor of the Abyss to regain the power of his ancestors. (Demon cannibalism rituals. Yeah.) He starts acting really scary and out-of-character and forceful, until Airplane loses his nerve and runs away. Maybe under the influence of the late Emperor of the Abyss, Mobei-Jun actually tries to kill him? I could see Mobei-Jun trying to kill Airplane for the Xin Mo sword which dealt the finishing blow on the Emperor of the Abyss.

(I need a better name for this thing. If I can’t come up with something that actually sounds good, I might just call it “The Calamity”, but that’s giving me BOTW vibes so I don’t like it. Maybe I’d call it “The Desolation” or something? Ehhhh, I don’t really like that either.)

I want to have a Battle of the Five Armies equivalent, if only so Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang can swoop in as benevolent helpers as the Beorn equivalents. Currently, I’m seeing three options. 1) The orc army equivalent are neighboring demon lords who want to strike while the new Mobei-Jun is getting established. 2) The orc army equivalent is Linguang-Jun trying to kill his nephew and take power at the last minute. 3) The orc army equivalent is Bing-Ge here with an army and he’s pissed off and wants his sword back.

On one hand, 1 and 2 would be SO MUCH EASIER to pull off. I could be really lazy about the whole thing. On the other hand, 3 would be much fresher (more surprising and links back to the Xin Mo element), more challenging and the idea of pre-fall Tianlang-Jun facing off with Bing-Ge delights me. Kick his ass, Tianlang-Jun!

(Su Xiyan gets involved? My brain says YES. Kick his ass, Su Xiyan!)

Also, I was sad about there being no Fili and Kili equivalents, because Mobei-Jun has no friends, and I’ll have to make up a company pretty much from scratch. (Sha Hualing is too young and Luo Binghe hasn’t been born yet.) BUT then I was like, “Where’s Linguang-Jun in all this?” And I would absolutely have Linguang-Jun be a part of Mobei-Jun’s Company. Instead of nephews, Mobei-Jun has a sketchy uncle who might be trying to kill him. Keeping Linguang-Jun out of it might be easier, but actually doing some character-building with him sounds fun and challenging, and I’d rather limit the number of OCs if possible.

Mobei-Jun manages to shake off the goldsickness equivalent somehow, probably through “the power of love” (and/or straight-up “dual cultivation” with Airplane?). Moshang makes up while Mobei-Jun is apparently mortally wounded from fighting Bing-Ge and Airplane thinks this is all his fault. But Mobei-Jun doesn’t die! It’s all good!  

It’d be pretty funny if there was a “Returning to the Shire” equivalent where Airplane leaves because he thinks Mobei-Jun hates him now and never wants to see him again. So then Mobei-Jun has to track his man down like, “Get back here and marry me. (Also I am so sorry for trying to kill you. Please forgive me. I hate myself so much for that.)”

And they all live happily ever after!

Holy shit, this wasn’t in Proud Immortal Demon Way.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

The Halfling from the Mountains Cont’d

Hey all! So I wanted to write something for Fanfic Writers’ Day, and even though it’s coming in a bit late, I decided to write a small continuation of the Mulan AU. It is almost a year exactly since I posted this little drabble, and it’s by FAR the most popular drabble I have on tumblr. Also, I really needed Kili to ask Bilbo if he “would like to stay forever.”  😆 Please enjoy.

Thorin and Bilbo had barely hobbled their way to the base of the hill before they were swarmed by allies. Healers ushered them to one of the many tents being erected on the cleanest part of the battlefield. While Bilbo only had a few bumps and bruises of little concern, Thorin was all but thrown into a cot as they tended to his foot. Bilbo was able to get one more glance at the protesting king before he was shoved down on a makeshift bench with a bowl of stew in his hands.

“Eat up, laddie. I’m afraid the hard work isn’t over just yet.” Oin instructed before leaving to tend to others.

Bilbo allowed himself the moment of peace as all the adrenaline seeped out with each bite of the bland, but very welcome food. Perhaps, truly this time, the worst was behind them.

“WHAT A MESS! WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THE ARKENSTONE THIEF?”

Then again, perhaps not. Bilbo’s head whipped up to see a furious Dain stroll into the camp. He jumped to his feet, the stew regrettably spilling to the ground only to invite the irate dwarf’s attention. Dain immediately stalked into his direction, and for every step forward, Bilbo took one back until he bumped into someone behind him. He startled and turned to apologize only for the person to put a hand on his shoulder and gently push him behind them. Bilbo’s shoulders sagged in relief at the sight of Dwalin. Dain, on the other hand, was flummoxed.

“Stand aside.” Dain ordered. “That creature isn’t worth protecting.”

Bilbo flinched at the sheer acid in his tone. Before Dwalin could respond, his brother appeared on his other side completely blocking Bilbo from view now.

“He’s a hero.” Balin argued.

“He’s a Halfling and a thief.” Dain scoffed.

Bilbo’s jaw nearly dropped as he was suddenly surrounded by his entire company minus the Durins. Each of them with a hard glint in their eyes.

“Listen here you pompous windbag.” Bofur growled. It was the only time Bilbo ever recalled him truly angry. “I think we know our Burglar better than any here. You owe the life of your King to him.”

Dain looked about ready to spit fire as his face changed to match the color of his hair.

“HE BETRAYED MY KING AND ANY THAT DEFEND HIM ARE JUST AS BAD!”

Well that seemed to set everyone off as the Company started to yell loudly in defense of their honor, and Dain and his men continued to besmirch the hobbit’s name. Bilbo, having quite enough of such nonsense, was about ready to find some way to shut them all up when a strong voice broke through the clearing.

“SHARZA!”

Silence rang through the camp as all eyes be they man, elf, dwarf, and hobbit, turned to regard Thorin. The king’s foot was wrapped tightly yet blood still managed to seep through the bandages. Because of this, he was being supported by his two nephews, but all three managed to look regal and proud in their grimy states. Thorin’s cold eyes bore into Dain until the other dwarf dropped his head. At that point, Thorin regarded the Company and silently demanded they stand aside. Bilbo was once more exposed to the glares and curious stares of the surrounding crowd. He could kill Thorin.

“This is Bilbo Baggins.” Thorin announced in a clear voice that somehow seemed to ring for miles without being too loud.

“He was contracted by my Company of thirteen dwarves to leave his home in the Shire and burgle from a dragon. He thinks of nothing but creature comforts of good homes and good food. He was inexperienced with a blade prior to joining us, and knew nothing of how to survive in the wild and yet…”

Bilbo blinked in shock at the warm smile that split Thorin’s face.

“He has saved us all. As King, I pardon any and all crimes against his person. Master Baggins shall only ever be treated with respect on behalf of all Durin’s folk.”

If Bilbo was caught off-guard before, the sight of Thorin bowing to him nearly had him flat on his back. What made it worse was it started a domino effect as next the Company was bowing, then the rest of the dwarves, and finally the remainder of the entire Free People’s army. Even Dain, who looked like he tasted something foul, bowed in deference to his king. Bilbo wanted to scream that he wasn’t a hero! He was just a simple hobbit from the Shire, but faced with the truly humbling sight, he couldn’t find the words. Almost as if realizing his newfound conundrum, Thorin rose with a hidden twinkle in his eye before he turned to return to his tent using his sister sons as his crutch, satisfied that Bilbo would have no more difficulties. The Company patted his back or ruffled his hair. Dori even offered to stay with him if he felt unsafe, but Dain’s hasty retreat spoke volumes about any remaining troubles Bilbo would had. In a matter of seconds, he was alone once again.

“There’s seems to be an awful lot of excitement this side of the Misty Mountains.”

Almost alone. Bilbo looked up at Gandalf whose smirk somehow managed to reflect amusement and pride all at the same time.

“He didn’t have to do that.” Bilbo finally found his voice, regardless of how awe-filled it was.

“I would think Thorin has a differing opinion on the subject. You’ve done well, Bilbo. You can go home now knowing you have gone above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Hmm?” Bilbo mused, not registering Gandalf’s words.

“Why back to the Shire! You do still plan to return to Bag End, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Bilbo snapped reflexively only to flinch at the harshness of his own words. “I mean, yes, I do...I just...”

“Well,” Gandalf offered. “We have a few days. Think about it, and let me know, whatever you decide.”

***

Bilbo thought about it, but he was no closer to an answer. He had to go back to Bag End. He was a Baggins after all, but the idea of leaving his dwarves. Leaving Thorin...it left a hole in his chest that refused to be closed. He finally decided it was just the freshness of leaving his friends. A few months back in the Shire, and the pain would leave him once he was back where he belonged. Therefore, despite how much it hurt, he told Gandalf he did still intend to go home.

His dwarves did not take the news well.

Bilbo ignored the pleading eyes of the Durin princes as he finished putting away his new clothes from Dori into his pack along with trinkets from the whole Company. Well, all but Thorin. Even Dain had come by to apologize for the way he had reacted after he got the full story and left Bilbo with a rather large and impractical shield. Remarkably, Bilbo had seen neither hide nor hair of the new King Under the Mountain since his declaration to return home. 

“You could build a new home here! You don’t have to go, Mister Boggins.” Kili pleaded.

Bilbo couldn’t help smirking as he patted the dwarf on the shoulder.

“As I have said before Kili, the Shire is where I belong."

“You also belong here.” Fili added, looking oddly serious and melancholy.

Bilbo’s smile fell as he turned his back to hide how effected he was by the prince’s words.

“Me? I’m just a silly hobbit. I no more belong in a mountain than an acorn in a window garden. Now, are you going to walk me to the gate or expect me to carry all of this myself?”

Fili and Kili had many more protests for him, but in the end gathered the ornate shield and the chest bearing his company’s treasures to be loaded on Bilbo’s pony. The rest of the Company, minus their king, was gathered just as somber as Bilbo’s companions. The wizard was ready to go, and waited for Bilbo to make his goodbyes.

“Well...” He started. “T-Thank you. Thank you all for...the most amazing adventure. If you’re ever in the Shire, tea is at four...don’t bother to knock.”

That earned a weak chuckle from his friends.

“And I suppose tell Thorin that...”

His throat closed, and Bilbo had to look down at his toes to gather his courage.

“Tell Thorin...”

“Yes?”

Bilbo’s head shot up as his heart thrummed in his chest.

“Thorin!” He breathed in delight.

The king was looking much healthier if but for the dark circles under his eyes and the saddened expression.

“You’re here.” Bilbo remarked in awe.

Thorin ducked his head with a small smile. 

“I was getting your going-away gifts together.”

“Oh.”

Bilbo should have been delighted much like he was with the other Company members’ gifts. However, he had been hoping for...well, he wasn’t quite sure what. Without further ado, Thorin pulled out Bilbo’s small sword he had been rather fond of but sacrificed in desperation to rid them of the monster orc. Sting.

“I asked Prince Legolas and Captain Tauriel to try and find it. They were more than happy to assist. I hope that it reminds you of all that you’ve done for Erebor.”

He presented it to Bilbo with a small bow, and Bilbo repeated the motion happy to place the blade back in the scabbard on his hip. Even with his limited experience, it certainly made him feel better having it on his person.

“Also,” Thorin added almost eagerly. “I want you to have this.”

Letting his braid flutter lose, Thorin tugged one of the hair beads from his own raven locks and presented it to Bilbo.

“So all of Arda will know what you have done for me, a grateful and indebted king.”

Bilbo was practically trembling.

“Thorin.” He croaked. “I-I can’t...”

“Please.” The king whispered as he carefully closed Bilbo’s fingers over the bead sitting innocently on his palm. “For me.”

It was too much. Thorin looking at him like that. His too large hands still softly cradling his hand. There was only so much a respectable hobbit like Bilbo could take. Before he could stop himself, he closed his eyes and surged up onto his tiptoes as he planted a kiss on the handsome king. It was quick and chaste and breath-taking all at once. Thorin seemed equally befuddled but hopeful. Bilbo tried his hardest to ignore the cheers of the Company and the heat in his own cheeks as he gave Thorin a single nod.

“Well then...good evening.”

He turned to saddle the pony when his actions seemed to catch up to him. What exactly was he doing?! He loved Thorin. How could he leave him now? His mind struggled to process the influx of emotional information while he remained halfway on his pony, staring into the setting sun.

“Perhaps...” Gandalf finally offered, far too amused. “We got too late a start.”

Thorin picking up on the cues rushed to Bilbo’s side.

“Would you...? Would you like to stay for dinner?” He blurted much to the annoyance of their friends.

“WHAT HE MEANS IS WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!” Kili corrected.

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh including Bilbo and Thorin. The hobbit finally returned to the present turning to Thorin with a large grin.

“I think dinner would be a lovely start.”

And Bilbo enjoyed dinner in Erebor for many years to come.

[chaiforthought]

Today on "Lord of the Lunchbreak"

We are revisting Fellowship of the Onion Ring 🙃

As expected the soundtrack slaps

Special effects hold up surprisingly well given how old the movie is

I really like the amount of poems and some they integrated from Tolkien's writing

Aragorn has a really nice voice, can't belive I forgot that about OG childhood crush

The moth who was born and died on the same day of filming its iconic role is adorable 10/10 very fuzzy bab

Definitely wouldn't recommend Uruk Hai birthing ASMR, the sounds of mud are gross af

The stone trolls have such cursed faces

Ok I know they technically replaced Glorfindel but Arwen's entrance is so ethereal and beautifully shot that I can't complain

Asfaloth is such an epic name for a horse

In this essay I will discuss the classical inspirations that Tolkien drew from in using the symbolism of horses and water when flooding the ring wraiths

The palpable relied I felt hearing Gandalf's voice again in Rivendell

Every time I see the eagles I frantically fight the urge to book a ticket to New Zealand

The color grading in the Rivendell scenes make it feel so cozy and safe

Bilbo still calling it Mirkwood 👀 I sense someone is holding a grudge

In Bilbo's handwritten copy of his book he has maps and drawings of Thorin's harp and swords and that devastates me

Always elves and taking no accountability for their actions. Sir if you were there the day the will of Men failed then why didn't you shove Isildur into the volcano and save us all this trouble??

I love the instant bro status Aragorn and Boromir adopt in their first meeting. Underrated friendship.

Maybe I'm just dumb but I feel like the shards of Narsil should be left for just any rando to pick up and toy with.

The pained look on Aragorn's face as he carefully puts the hilt back on the dias 😫

Should we discuss how desperately PJ tried to shoehorn Thorin into an Aragorn mold with the parallel scenes in Rivendell where they bemoan the weakness of their ancestors and fear for their own future...or nah (Bilbo being the parallel to Arwen in the Hobbit bonus scene if you know what I'm hinting at)

Why did Elrond choose to seat the Woodland elves right next to the Ereborean delegation, that is such bad hosting etiquette

That Bilbo jump scare was equally as terrifying and unnecessary watching it 20 years later

The musical transition from Concerning Hobbits to the Fellowship theme was so flawless

Boromir bonding with the Hobbits and teaching them how to use their swords 🥲

'My cousin Balin would give up a warm welcome.' YOU KNOW WHAT IM SURE HE WPULD HAVE

Seeing Gandlaf plow a path through the snow with his staff really makes me wonder how me got it back from Saruman

I wonder who had the job of covering all the actors in snow

Never let it be said that LotR isn't funny. Gandalf struggling to open the Gates of Moria is comedy gold.

Cthulu? What are you doing here?

In love with how art deco Dwarven architecture is. Regardless of how shifty the Amazon series is, I hope we get to see Khazad Dum in its prime.

If Gollum has reflective eyes, and was a relation or ancestor to modern Hobbits, does that mean Hobbits have night vision?

Am I to assume the dwarf holding a book with a knitted jumper was Ori??? Because I did and now I'm sad.

The scene at the bridge of Khazad Dum manages to establish tension better in 3min than most Marvel movies can in am hour

My Haldir simp goggles are stuck so hard on my face i don't notice any other elves

The tear tracks cutting through thr grime on his face, his vulnerability and honesty, his empathy for those around him...that is what makes Boromir a good character. He is no lesser for being scared, especially after years of fighting to keep Mordor at bay.

Well fuckity, the Sean Bean curse strikes again

No you didn't fail, you snapped out of it in the end. 'You kept your honor' BYE IM GONNQ GO CRY IN A CIRNER NOW

Sam I know you made a promise but you are a hobbit and you cannot swimz

Frodo going I hope they find a safer road while the rest of the fellowship trot off to rescue Merry and Pippin.

They end the movie with hope and resilience. Bc Frodo may be the ring bearer, but lowkey Sam is the true hero that the everyman can relate to.

We will be back with more musings when I start Two Truffles

[lune-hime]

Hello love! I’d like to request a little Drabble! Something along the lines of the reading stealing kili away from his princely duties (let’s just say everyone lives after BOTFA) so she can spend some time with him and just fluff would be so cute 🥺 please and thank you so much in advance! <3

Hello! Thank you so much for requesting, soft (and very much alive) Kili is one of my greatest weaknesses <3. I hope you enjoy~ :)

How does Bilbo do this? 

You cursed yourself between the sharp cramping in your calf and stiffness in your lower back. You had been nestled between this gigantic pillar and statue for at least half an hour now. To your blooming annoyance, your target had yet to show himself in this looming hallway. 

Sneaking around was never your strong suit. In the not too distant days of war, you had preferred the much more upfront approach of dancing with your sword as it carved forward pathways out of orc and goblin alike. At least finding human sized hiding places was relatively easy in the vast halls of the newly rebirthed Erebor. 

Just as you began dreading another muscle seizure, the voice you had longed to hear graced your ears. Peeping around your hiding spot you spied Kili breaking off from Thorin at the grand entryway to the corridor. 

Perfect. 

Ducking behind the pillar, you waited until his footfalls resounded louder and louder until-

“UMPH.” Kili’s chirp of surprise was muffled by your palm as you pulled him into your nest of secrecy. 

Your body led you onto his in autopilot; your hands cupped the base of his neck and played with his obsidian tresses and lips gravitated to his own through tender magnetism. Your forms molded together like two gems cut from the same stone. 

Kili responded in full, his tongue caressing yours in such a gentle waltz that made it seem as if you were tasting pure nectar. He chuckled and pulled back for air, lips now swollen with affection as they upturned boyishly. 

“Amrâlimê, if I knew making out behind architecture got you so excited I would have wasted no time in dragging you through every corridor in this mountain.” His purr against your collarbone sent sensuous vibrations along your skin. You already felt yourself missing his touch even though he was still pressed against you. 

You flushed at his words as his hands molded themselves along your waist, sculpting your curves as if he was one of the ancient architects of these halls. 

“I knew there was no other way to see you today other than kidnapping you.” You chided playfully, effectively hiding any pent up resentment you harbored for his time consuming duties. Truthfully you saw him every night when he slunk into your shared bed and wrapped his overworked arms around your waist. 

You understood he had priorities.

You really did. 

But his delicate touches oh so tempted you to whisk him away to all corners of Middle Earth just to feel his heart and his hands against your being. 

Kili regarded you in silence for a moment. His lips were pursed in a half-assed attempt to remain punctual to his work. His eyes, however, swirled with impish amber. 

“You’re kidnapping me?” His question was followed by a velvety chuckle and a squeeze to your sides. “I must say you’re the most alluring perpetrator I’ve ever been threatened by.” 

“Yes.” You giggled as your features lighted your dim corner with mischievous warmth. 

“As much as I would absolutely love to be abducted by you, I’m supposed to be meeting with Balin.” Kili sighed. He pouted when you leaned down to pepper delicate open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. 

“Balin’s old, he’ll forget.” You quipped between love bites. 

“Thorin will kill me, then you, and then Fili when his appetite for murder isn’t satisfied.” He trailed off, his rambling getting washed away by the gentle rain droplets of your physical praise.

“No he won’t. Unless he’s planning on getting someone pregnant soon he needs us to continue the Durin line.” 

Kili couldn’t restrain the low moan that slipped from his gaping lips when you sucked on a sweet spot. Kili felt honored to be a prince of Erebor, to be at the forefront of restoring its glory. But under the royal facades he was still a young man who would much rather be rolling through grassy hills, hunting game at dusk, having ill-advised drinking contests with his brother, and bathing in the intoxicating taste of his love. You were his softness in this jagged and rugged place.

“Alright-fine-yes- gods please kidnap me.” His resignation was the plea you felt just as desperately. 

The rest of that hour was passed in sweet bliss tumbling through the rock-top gardens along the mountain’s exterior. The two of you talked about anything and everything; Kili regaling the saga of Thorin’s awkwardness around a particularly cute council member and you recounting antics from your recent trip to Rivendell. While you basked in the mingled warmth from the sunlight and Kili’s dimpled smiles he even let you weave bluebells into his hair. Moments like these (however fleeting) just existing in each other’s embraces, blessed with kisses like butterflies and touches like flames was worth every second of procrastination. 

[ijustwant2write]

You'll Outlive Her-Thorin Oakenshield x Reader x Company (Part 2)

(GIF credit to @damon-salvatore​)

Part 1

Masterlist

Tags: @andineversawyoucoming

Summary: Although Thorin keeps telling himself that the only love he has for (Y/N) is platonic, Balin can see that he is lying to himself. The company have not so subtly started to baby (Y/N), something which is starting to get on her nerves.

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader, Bilbo Baggins x Reader (platonic), Gandalf x Reader (platonic), Company x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arguing, violence/fighting with weapons, blood, death, fluff

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The company pressed on with their journey, riding through different terrains and weather, their minds trying to get used to this perilous trek. There was no more talk of age, however, there had been a shift in dynamics within the group. (Y/N) couldn't put her finger on it at first; she noticed the men riding closer to her, more of them were sleeping beside her, with some of them even staying awake for longer to patrol their new campsite. Soon it clicked what was going on, and she wasn't happy about it.

In one way, it was touching that they cared so much for her after only knowing her for a short time. They meant no harm by it, they were looking out for their new friend, it had become a habit for them. However, there were some bad habits that needed to be stopped, and this was one of them. (Y/N) would always volunteer to check out the new areas for their campsite, followed by a round of protests, or the dwarves saying that at least four of them should go with her. She had always been able to climb onto her horse, now she was practically lifted onto it almost every time. It was getting to be far too much.

Surprisingly, Bilbo hadn’t been the worse. His worrying nature wasn’t heightened after he heard of her lifespan. Although it had come as a shock, he was able to recognise that look in her eyes; she was a strong, independent and smart woman, and she wasn’t being seen like that anymore. He obviously wasn’t a skilled Hobbit himself (not in fighting or surviving the great outdoors anyway), he knew how it felt to have these men look at you as weaker. Bilbo could see that it wasn’t out of spite towards (Y/N). Though that didn’t make it any less upsetting to her.

“For the last time, I am able to chop wood for the fire!” (Y/N) exclaimed to Fili as he took the axe away from her.

“We’ve had a long day, I will do it.” He answered smiling back at her.

“Yes, we have had a long day. So you’re probably just as exhausted as I am.”

Bilbo had been listening, quickly stepping in before (Y/N) chopped off something else with the axe.“Um, (Y/N)!”

He almost jumped back when he saw the enraged expression on her face.

“I...Sorry, I just need help with the, the...the uh...horses. Please.”

(Y/N) glanced back at Fili, huffing loudly as she stormed away. Bilbo followed after her, keeping his distance in case she had anymore weapons hidden away. Although there wasn’t a massive difference in height, Bilbo still had a hard time keeping up with her long strides. She abruptly stopped, spinning around to face the hobbit, who had to refrain from yelping. They stared at each other for a few seconds, the uneasiness building.

“Bilbo, what did you need help with?” (Y/N) suddenly snapped.

“Oh!” Bilbo remembered.“They....they need to be tied up properly.”

(Y/N) tugged on the reins, making sure they secure before turning back to Bilbo.“They’re fine. Has someone said something to you to make you doubt yourself?” 

“No. I just thought I would stop an argument before it began...between you and Fili.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest as she sighed.“I appreciate that Bilbo but I can stand up for myself.”

“I know you can.”

“No, you don’t understand....wait, did you just agree with me?”

“Yes. I’ve noticed how much the others have been upsetting you. Though I promise that they aren’t doing it to make you feel inferior in any way.”

“I know. But they’ve only started treating me like this since finding out that I don’t live as long as they do. Which doesn’t make any sense, because they aren’t immortal.”

“Perhaps if you sit them all down, they will listen to you. You can try to get them to understand.”

(Y/N) thought about it.“That might work.”

“Yes, yes, let’s all gather around the fire, and we’ll talk about it as a group.”

(Y/N) followed Bilbo as he led them to the rest of the company, all of them watching as the pair approached. She was beginning to feel conscious about herself, trying to come up with the words that truly expressed how she was feeling. She had done this for the past few nights, when tossing and turning as she thought of what she could say to make them all understand. Now that the time was here, (Y/N) seemed to be speechless.

“What’s wrong?” Balin asked, starting the conversation.

“Wrong? Nothing is wrong per say, I mean there is something but-” Bilbo tried to ease (Y/N) in, though it was clear that he wasn’t helping.

(Y/N) interrupted.“I want to talk to you all about how you have been treating me.”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to thank us.” Ori smiled, not meaning to come off as rude.

“Thank you? You think I’m about to thank you?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shocking them all.

“The boy meant no harm by it.” Dori tried to defend Ori.

“But that’s the thing, you are harming me! You all hurt me every time you treat me like some delicate princess, who-who-who is made of glass, and I’m going to shatter at any given moment if not looked after. It’s infuriating!” She was shouting, a raging fire burning in her eyes.

Gloin stood up quickly.“There’s no need to raise your voice at us, we’re only trying to protect you.” 

“See? You’re not even listening now. You’ve all seen me practicing with a sword, you know I can handle a weapon and anyone who dares attack me. Yet all you do is baby me. I don’t need someone to help me onto my horse, I don’t need someone to build a fire for me, I don’t need someone to chop up wood for the fire!”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very grateful!” Oin piped up, grasping into the conversation. 

(Y/N) groaned.“None of you are getting it! I appreciate the idea of you all looking after me, but not like this.”

She was met with blank stares which only made her more angry. For the second time that day, (Y/N) left the argument, disappearing into the woods. When the others called out to her she only yelled back at them.

“Can you just leave me alone for one minute?!”

The company were taken back by the outburst, feeling guilty as they reflected on their actions. Thorin had not been in the immediate circle of people, standing off to the side as he watched the young woman reveal her feelings. The dwarves were deep in thought, giving Thorin a chance to easily slip away. He was running, making sure he was heading in the right direction, seeing flashes of her body through the dense wood. They were in the mountains, and as the edge of the woods was in sight, he saw (Y/N) standing on a ledge, looking out at the sun quickly disappearing behind the mountains in the distance.

Her shoulders slumped down.“Thorin, I’m really not in the mood to talk anymore.”

He noticed the shakiness in her voice, deciding to slowly walk towards her.“I know. But even the most skilled fighter needs someone to keep an eye out for them.”

She saw him stand beside her in her peripheral vision.“They aren’t listening to me.”

“They have a deep love for you. It has developed very quickly, hence why they are acting like such fools.”

“Fools?” 

Thorin took a deep breath, looking over the landscape before him.“That is what I said.”

“So you agree with me?”

“Yes.” he simply said.

(Y/N) hadn’t had many conversations with Thorin. He wasn’t a man of many words. But sometimes she wanted to. The others spoke to her (even though they were in the bad books), it would be nice to make a real connection with him. Thorin was a legend, he was courageous, knew how to be a leader. She admired him. It was at this point (Y/N) had realised that she had turned to look at him, and was staring for a tad too long at this point. Embarrassingly, the blood was rushing to her cheeks, and she hoped that the last light of the day didn’t show it. 

Thorin had felt her eyes on him, and how desperate he had been to look into them. He knew he would be captivated, he would have been reluctant to look away. But judging by her body language, she had become nervous. The corners of his lips twitched up into a barely visible smile; however, there was a thought buried deep in his mind, telling him to not fall for this woman.

“I could have handled it better, don’t you think?” (Y/N) questioned, brave enough to face him.

Thorin still looked into the distance.“You were going to burst if you didn’t say something soon.”

“Wait, so you could see that I was upset?”

“Well, yes, I’m not like the others. I could see how it effected you.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

He was stumped, wondering how the dreamy atmosphere had disappeared. Now he looked at her, the furious expression back again.“It wasn’t my place to say-”

“If a member of your company has a problem, shouldn’t you try to fix it?”

“As I said, I wouldn’t interfere-”

“But it could have caused a bigger problem-”

“Let me finish speaking!” Thorin’s voice boomed, causing birds in a nearby tree to fly away.

(Y/N) realised how worked up she was getting again, actually thankful that he had put her in his place. She mumbled,“Sorry, I know you’re just trying to help me.”

“No, I am sorry, I did not need to raise my voice like that.”

The conversation paused. Thorin was waiting to ensure that it was alright for him to continue.

“This quest is no easy task. We all knew what we were signing up for after reading through those contracts. I only wanted people that would be dedicated, I needed the passion and need from my company to know that they weren’t only here for the potential riches. I know many of these men, so I trust who they think should come along. Gandalf recruited you and the Hobbit, and although I was hesitant, I knew he had chosen you both for a reason. You proved your worth way before Bilbo.”

(Y/N) smiled, memories of poor Bilbo trying to keep up with the rest of the company who were used to this lifestyle.

Thorin continued.“They don’t mean anything by it, their actions I mean, you understand that. But this quest is weighing down on us, and we need to stick together in order to survive it.”

“I am able to protect them too though.”

“I’m sure that if you turned back now, you would receive many apologies.”

She shook her head.“No, I don’t want to go back yet. It’s nice out here.”

“Then if you don’t mind, may I stay with you?”

(Y/N) and Thorin had each thought the other would want silence after that. They were wrong. Somehow, they lulled into another conversation, (Y/N) wondering what life was like when Thorin was living as a prince, and how he stayed motivated to look after his people. He too had questions, not about her past, but her future. (Y/N) was never one for thinking that far ahead, it was her way of life, she was used to moving around. After Thorin asked, she was trying to come up with an answer. She was never opposed to the idea of having one place to stay, sometimes that’s what she dreamt about, perhaps this quest would lead her to the right place. Thorin was pleased with that answer, immediately having images of her beside him, wondering how she would feel about wearing a gown. 

The next morning, all tension had disappeared. Thorin had unfortunately ended their time together, knowing that the company would be waiting for her return. He was right about them apologising, and (Y/N) did the same, knowing she hadn’t gone around it the right way. They continued on their journey, with their spirits high and wide smiles on everyone’s faces. 

With everyone chatting away, the day quickly passed by, now becoming late afternoon. It seemed that it was going to be another easy day, one of the few left before they started to cross over into dangerous territory. They wouldn’t admit it, but their guards were down, they weren’t as alert, otherwise they would have noticed the people watching them as they stopped by a large stream to collect more water and rest.

“Sh! Someone’s close.” Thorin hushed everyone, hand on the hilt of his sword, everyone copying with their own weapons.

“Thorin Oakenshield, I presume?” another voice called out as five humans emerged from the depths of the wood.

Now everyone was prepared for a fight, weapons drawn at the ready.

“Oh good, we are in the right place boys.”

Thorin stepped forward, but stopped as (Y/N)’s hand shot out. She shook her head at him, cautiously walking forward herself. 

“What do you want from us?” she confidently said.

“They’ve got a girl dwarf with them!” another idiot said.

The main man laughed with them.“No, she’s not a dwarf. I’ve seen their women, and believe me, they are ugly looking things. It’s actually hard to tell them apart from the men.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at their obnoxious cackling.“There’s more of us than you. Leave now, there doesn’t need to be a fight.”

“What’s a human doing joining a travelling around with a band of grumpy dwarves, a wizard and...is that a hobbit?”

“That’s none of your business. Leave.”

“There’s a hefty price for the king of dwarves. I would like to gain it.”

“You won’t be gaining anything less than a bruised eye if you keep talking.”

“I’ve had enough of this talk,” he reached behind him, pulling two axes out from behind his back,“I will take him with or without blood.”

“You heard the lass,” Bofur shouted,“you’re outnumbered!”

“Oh, are we?”

Six more men emerged from the shadows, all possessing multiple weapons that were at least twice the size of their own. Panicked heads whipped around to figure out their plan. The company still had four more on the humans, but their weapons and fighting skills could hugely effect how this ended. Fighting stances at the ready, the groups waited for someone to attack first.

Impatient with standing around, (Y/N) lunged forward at the closest human, screaming out as she raised her sword at him. The others followed suit, disturbing the peaceful surroundings. (Y/N) had been underestimated by the humans, the thought she would be easy to hold off; however, she was quick to prove them wrong, able to throw out every attack move possible as they struggled to defend themselves.

Thorin had to keep himself focused, but caught glimpses of (Y/N) fighting. She was somehow majestic, as if she were dancing (though with a sword and the music was the cries of pain from whom she attacked). They were doing just fine, they had the advantage of more numbers and a wizard on their side. However, he got too arrogant as he chopped down another human, slicing the back of their knees before stabbing them through the back; and it seemed he wasn't the only one.

(Y/N) cried out as her arm was sliced, instantly clutching onto it as blood began to trickle down to her hand. Although she had only dropped her guard for a second, she was already being attacked again. It wasn't as if she had never been in this situation, but this man was strong.

"(Y/N)!" Thorin yelled.

He barged through anyone that got in his way. Balin's eyes widened at the sight, it was as if they were in the war again, he hadn't seen that fury behind Thorin's eyes for a long time. And he wasn't rushing to save her because she was a friend, there was a deeper meaning behind his actions.

As the human pushed (Y/N) to the ground, she quickly held up her sword, blocking his attack. He was about to repeat himself and jump onto her so she couldn't escape, but was tackled off of her. She gasped, flinching when Thorin swiftly killed the man without him even putting up a fight. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her shocked expression, thinking nothing of it.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he scrambled towards her.

(Y/N) found it hard to form any words."Y-yes, the just cut my arm."

Thorin gently held it, inspecting the wound amongst the chaos around them."It's deep, we'll have to treat it soon."

"Um, Thorin-"

"We need to get you out of harms way."

"Thorin! The others need our help!"

Thorin blinked before realising he had stopped fighting. Looking back at his company before helping (Y/N) to her feet. They charged beside each other, somehow thinking the same thing as they rushed to Nori's aid. The humans that were still alive saw the pair, and were terrified. Those that had an easy getaway took it, sprinting away as the company cheered. Everyone looked around them, realising that the fighting had suddenly stopped.

"Lass, your arm." Bofur pointed at her.

"Don't worry, that's the only cut they got on me." (Y/N) smiled.

"We must keep moving, there's people after Thorin, and there could be more nearby." Gandalf called out, already heading towards his horse.

"Prepare to leave. And someone tend to (Y/N)'s arm." Thorin ordered.

Her arm throbbed as they continued riding. It wasn't the worst injury she had, nor was it life threatening. But the thing really bothering her was her rapid, beating heart.

It hadn't stopped feeling like this since Thorin came to her rescue. It was that same feeling she had when they had spoke the night before. Why had he run to her like that? She wasn't in that much trouble, and he definitely wasn't the closest person to her. And the way he had called out her name, the desperation, the urgency, she had never heard anything like it. It was plaguing her mind, and although she wanted answers as to why he did that, she was too scared to ask. Perhaps she was thinking too much into it, maybe she had hit her head on the ground and had imagined that look on his face; the look she imagined damsels in distress wished to see when their prince came to save them.

It was another night spent resting, meaning another day was gone from the journey. They were becoming the same now; find a safe looking area, set up whilst others patrol, light the fire, cook the food and decide who's turn it is to stay awake whilst the others reted before switching throughout the night. It was decided that (Y/N) would stay up first, and as soon as that was said, Thorin volunteered himself. He made up the excuse that he was the reason they had been attacked, meaning the others should rest up. No one objected.

Balin grabbed Thorin's arm as he followed after (Y/N)."I hope you're not going for any other purpose than to patrol the area."

"We spoke of this." Thorin sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, we did. Remember what we said."

Thorin went after (Y/N), wishing that Balin hadn't reminded him of his fear. It was true, she wouldn't live forever, and there was nothing that could be done to change it, not that he knew of anyway. Perhaps Gandalf knew something that could make her live as long as him, he would ask, change the story so it wasn't obvious who it was about.

The pair were mostly silent as they patrolled the area, making a full circle of the camp before the sat on a fallen tree trunk.

"(Y/N)-"

"Thorin-"

They spoke at the same time, quietly laughing at each other.

"Please, you first my lady." Thorin insisted.

"My lady? You've never called me that before."

"Have I not? My apologies."

"There is not need to apologise. I am not a lady, not in the sense that you speak of anyway."

"It is a force of habit."

"You have been around many ladies then, I presume?"

He chuckled."No, I've been on the battlefield more than I have spoken to a woman."

"You're speaking to me."

"That I am."

"Thorin, I wanted to ask you why you rescued me like that today."

"Like what?"

"I don't know how to explain it. There was something about how you ran towards me. It was as if I was going to be struck dead there and then, or as if I were a close family member that you loved. Although I am truly thankful, I just...you frightened the man attacking me with just a look in your eyes. "

He couldn't bear to look at her, worried that he would be distracted by her dazzling eyes."I have never felt panic like that since...since I saw my grandfather be killed. This is to do with what I wanted to speak to you about."

(Y/N)'s heart was racing again.

"I have been warned not to fall for you. It is clear that my heart will be broken if I were to ever love you. But it's too late."

"Thorin, what are you saying?"

He glanced up at her, relieved to see her smiling slightly.

"I am saying that...I have never been interested in finding that person everyone longs to find. My life has been full of misery. All I have known is battle, death, and having to look after my people. On this quest, I was supposed to find my home, return my people to their rightful place. I did not intend to find a woman along the way."

"But I'm a human. Why would you fall for me?"

"It has nothing to do with what either of us are. You are like no other woman I have met before."

They were brave enough to face each other, not realising that their faces were getting closer together until their noses brushed. There was no more panic, no more hesitation as they gently kissed each other. It was a sweet, calm kiss. They pulled away, but stayed close, eyes locking before leaning in again. (Y/N) hadn't expected this to be so easy, she was kissing Thorin! His mind was screaming too, ignoring everything Balin had said.

"Thorin, are you sure about this?" (Y/N) whispered.

"Yes." he smiled, and it was the most handsome (Y/N) had ever seen him.

"But, this journey, what if-"

"We'll figure it out."

She couldn't say anything else, he was too happy, and he was happy because of her. Although this was a pleasant surprise, she knew the complications ahead. The biggest one being that she was a human and he was a drawf, he was royalty, she wasn't. The judgement they would face scared her. But as he kissed her again, she seemed to find it hard to point these problems out. It could wait for another time, they had plenty more days on the quest.

[storyteller-inn]

Hello there! Id like to give the ol' Inn's Hosts a try and make a request of Caratra. How would Bilbo and the Dwarves Company (Use whichever characters you wish but bonus points for Gandalf XD) react to a bard being a part of their company and playing their lute on those long horse rides. Thank you very much in advance! :)

And so I shall dive into the magical Middle Earth and answer your question, my sweet, to see if Thorin Oakenshield and his company would be in tune with your music. Thank you so much for your request!

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PART I

Thorin was definitely not enthusiastic about you and your lute, at the beginning. No, not at all. «It is distracting!» he had secretly complained to Gandalf, struggling to keep his grumbling voice low. «How are we even supposed to pay attention to our surroundings, when they are playing that thing? One wrong note, and the orcs might be on us without notice». He did not like the way the wizard dismissed his concerns, and groaned a bit more about it until, later during their journey, he noticed something: that music that you were playing, whether it was joyful, melancholic or simply soothing, had an incredible effect on the morale of the Company. Every dwarf - at their own pace, of course - started to feel more and more drawn to your tunes, getting so fond of them that the world almost felt empty when your lute was silent. Thorin found himself, too, staring in the distance, late in the evening, lulled by those sweet notes. He would never admit it so easily, but, deep down, those melodies talked right to his heart, often leaving a smile on his face before he would fall asleep.

Kíli was one of the first members of the Company to approach you and inquire about that beautifully carved instrument you always brought with yourself. And when you finally explained to him about your training as a bard... well, nothing could really stop his enthusiasm then. From that moment on, in fact, Kíli became one of your most passionate fans, often asking you to play as many songs from your repertoire as you could muster, challenging you to try new tunes and, together with his brother, engaging in the funniest dances around the fire, trying - successfully or not - to involve even the grumpiest of their companions.

Slightly less rambunctious than his brother, Fíli still did show much interest in you and your music, considering it an incredible addition to the Company's evenings around their makeshift camps. Even when on horseback, scanning the forest, those charming notes were always welcome by the young prince, and he would often slow down the pace of his pony just to get a bit closer to you. He was also the first one to come to your aid, when some of the other dwarves made it clear that your tunes were not really appreciated in that moment. «Don't take heed of that beefhead, he could not recognize a good song if it was an axe being thrown at his face» he would whisper, sitting close to you. «Why don't you play something for me, instead?».

Balin always had his moments: being the oldest and most experienced dwarf in the company, he could always appreciate some good music, and Mahal, your music was certainly up to his standards. Whether it was sitting under a tree in the evening or on horseback during the day, Balin could always enjoy the effect that your finely plucked tunes had on himself and the rest of the company. But, wise as he was, he also knew when it was time for your lute to stay quiet: a quick gesture of his hand or a finger on his mouth were usually the timely signals that saved you - and your enthusiastic followers - from a proper scolding from Thorin or a nervous Dwalin.

It would be a lie to say that Dwalin never thought of organizing a meeting between your lute and one of his axes. Being a lute player himself - although his skill and his instrument could have never been a match for you - he definitely did appreciate your art, but not on a quest like this one. Not when the roads you travelled were everything but safe, not with orcs on your tails, and definitely not when the bard themself was as harmless as you. The Company didn't need another hindrance, Bilbo was surely enough. But with time and patience, both your tunes and your character proved the grumpy dwarf wrong, showing how a kind word or a soft note at the right time could make all the difference in the world. And, beyond all your expectations, he soon after took out his own lute, accompanying your music with his own. «Not bad, kid» were his only words. But to you, they were priceless.

It took a while for poor old Óin to understand that that distant, confusing sound was not some kind of buzzing insect, but someone playing the lute. From that moment, whenever he heard the familiar noise, he would rush for his ear trumpet to try not to miss even one of those perfect notes of yours. He would also often approach you, offering you some of his ointments to alleviate the calluses on your fingers. «Thank you Óin, you're such a darling!» you exulted the first time. «I have been called worse, so I'll take the starling moniker» he replied with a chuckle.

Glóin's initial opinion about your music was mixed. As the most outspoken and quarrelsome of the entire Company, he had a lot of enquiries for the bard on duty: what was the original name of the song you played the night before? Did the last melody sound slightly elvish by any chance? How comes you didn't know that ballad about the one-legged dwarf and his gigantic rooster? The rest of the Company tried multiple times to stop him from pestering you with all of his questions, only for you to reassure them that it was no trouble to answer them. And when at last he had nothing more to complain about, the others could do nothing but rejoice when he finally sat down and purely enjoyed the music.

Too polite to interrupt and too shy to ask for a song himself, Ori was an admirer of your musical talent from the very first time you strummed the chords of your lute, and would visibly light up every time you started to play. He would not mind being dragged into the two princes' wild dances, or in the choruses the other dwarves would chant out loud, but he always found the time, at the end, to come close to you and thank you for your amazing performance. And that is how, early on, you started to pay particular attention to the young dwarf, noticing how he preferred happy and upbeat songs during your long rides in the wilderness, and more relaxing ones in the evening, until you managed to figure out his favourite tunes. The smile you got from him when, after a long and difficult day, you plucked the notes he loved so much, was one of the most precious things around the camp.

[absynthe--minded]

Magic headcanons and How It Works in Tolkien, elaborate pls!

so the big thing I’m gonna start with is that Tolkien’s magic system is kind of purposefully left nebulous and undefined? it’s not typical of later fantasy stories where how the supernatural thing works, and the limitations thereof, is important to the plot or the mechanics of the world. there aren’t spell slots or power levels here, you don’t have to level up constantly to get more powerful or whatever. what we have are a few explicitly magical items (the Rings, the elven-cloaks, Lúthien’s hair, the star-glass, the Silmarils, the elvish rope) and a few explanations of innate magical abilities (ósanwë specifically comes to mind) and the general statement that for elves, making things magically is just… how they craft, what they do. we get mentions of spells of all kinds, and of a few race-specific perks or bonuses that seem magical and very well might be but never get explained beyond “this is normal for them” - I’m thinking of how hobbits are basically confirmed to be able to hide from prying eyes in the LotR prologue, but it’s not really confirmed or denied whether or not it’s magic.

we also have beings who are inherently, specifically supernatural - the Ainur, and the Valar and Maiar who leave the greater host to take up residence in/around earth. they are stated to teach magic occasionally, and also to have great power of their own that permits them to manipulate the natural world around them and arrange it to their liking. this is I think really telling, because the majority of Tolkien’s magics fall under that umbrella idea of “ordering and shaping the world according to the will of the magic-user”. a lot of the feats of magic that we see are explicitly intended to be used in some form of alteration of the physical realm, from Rivendell and Lothlórien being havens out of time to the Valar crafting the Trees.

the other “half” of Tolkien’s magic has to do with perception and will. free will is more or less sacrosanct in Arda - Túrin is cursed, but he has free will, and is able to do good things with that free will, and that’s consistent with the rest of the story - and so there’s little that can be done to directly countermand or overcome someone else’s willpower without physically exhausting them or confounding them somehow. Gondolin is protected by enchanted waters that echo back the sounds and footsteps of those who enter into the caves that lead there, Valinor is protected by enchanted mists and islands that confuse and confound those who try and seek it out, etc.

here’s where I get into headcanon. everything past this point is What Absynthe Thinks Is Canon rather than explicitly What The Text Says. I think it’s canonically grounded and I’m happy to be the source for someone else’s interpretation? but I’m not the source of the objective truth here.

so.

how I see it is this: Tolkien’s magic has four distinct parts, and all of them work in tandem to accomplish one of those two goals (altering the world or confusing and confounding the mind)

Willpower, and how much force of will you can put behind an action or a desire

Song, and particularly the ability to harness the primordial forces of Song that shaped the world to make your desires reality

Craft, and putting will and intent into an object, either through the aid of song or solely through will.

Innate power, either coming from the sort of creature you are (Maiar etc) or your bloodline.

Willpower is pretty self-explanatory, and has the most work done in-text to examine how it works. Glaurung overcomes Nienor’s will and erases her memory. Smaug almost tricks Bilbo into letting his guard down and falling into the same trap. Frodo is able to resist the Ring due to his will to remain himself, motivated by love and nobility. Finrod fails in his duel with Sauron because his will is overcome. We’re told canonically that telepathy cannot overcome or supersede free will, and so if you really wanted to keep someone from reading your mind, you could with practice and the cultivated skill of directing your willpower to resist another, and Galadriel informs Frodo that his ability to use the Ring is limited because his will and his innate capacity for power are both too limited. I tend to think this extends to magic as well - what you can accomplish is ultimately curtailed by your will. There are other factors, but the most important one seems to be “do you want this to happen? how?” Willpower is also your greatest protection against being overcome by other supernatural forces, and it can feel like a sentient thing that’s worth fearing when wielded by skilled and powerful users - I’m thinking of how Morgoth imbued his thralls with a bone-deep fear of him that drove them into irrational terror if they ever escaped.

Song is a medium for magic, and this is also what we see in canon. Song made the world, and shaped it, and foretold all that happened within it, and it’s through song that we have our most dramatic displays of magical power, both contained in the story of Beren and Lúthien - Finrod’s song battle with Sauron, and Lúthien declaring herself and her name and destroying Tol-in-Gaurhoth. We also see song referenced in Shelob’s lair, with Frodo invoking the name of Elbereth to spark the star-glass to life. I write so that if you’re gifted in the theory and the making of music, you can apply that specifically to magic. Blessed Hands - Lifeline has Endanáro feeling as though the songs he’s working with are alive, rising to meet his needs; this is because he’s spent centuries learning how to harness them and work with them, and he can craft what he requires as he goes. There are also set magical songs that anyone can learn that have more or less consistent effects, though they can be customized based on will and intent. Those two things matter more in Song than the actual tune - a familiar melody or leitmotif or entire song can be coopted to serve a particular purpose. The music is the medium, not the end, though invoking specific imageries or ideas can be effective if you (or the hypothetical Maia you’re dueling) has an emotional connection to what you’re singing about. Finrod falls before Sauron because the latter invokes Alqualondë, and reminds him of the Kinslaying, and basically cuts away his carefully-constructed facade to say “you’re not as cool as you think you are, you’re not as good as you think you are”, but there is also power in the tune itself. It’s an avenue for willpower, not a substitute for it.

Crafting is another medium for one’s will. We see this best in the Rings of Power, as well as the enchanted rope that Sam is given that comes when he calls. The elves of Lothlórien say that they put themselves into what they make, and while this could be interpreted as the average artist-speak talking about giving voice to emotion and passion, it’s also literally true in many cases - the Silmarils and the One Ring both are mentioned to have some semblance of sentience thanks to the influence of their crafter’s spirit. Most things that are made, though, only seem to be vessels for will and intent. They’re easier to work with than Song, and more stable, though I’d argue people like Elrond who are masters of both a magical object and the Music are easily the most powerful people on the battlefield at any time. The difference between a Song and a Ring is that the Ring acts as a focus and a prism, sort of - you don’t have to keep as close of a watch on what you want; it will do that for you. It also adds power and finesse to what you aim to do.

Innate power, meaning “if you’re at least part-Ainu you’re going to have a lot more of yourself to give over to your work”. I touched on this briefly too when I brought up how hobbits can vanish from sight, and there’s a short story Tolkien wrote that details how a Drúedain man enchanted a stone statue to defend the house of a Rohirric family with the implication that this is an entirely Drúedainic ability. Some races in Tolkien have race-specific gifts. That doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re powerless without them, but it is worth taking into account.

hopefully that answers things? wow this was long, sorry.

[steves-on-a-plane]

The Way You Look At Me

Words: 1115 Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader  Prompt: “You’re my best friend and you’re rambling on again about the thing I couldn’t care less about but I’ll always listen because you love it so much AU” -@dailyau​ Summary: Reader has been dating Bruce Banner for years. They’re enjoying some pizza together one night and she is listening to Bruce talk about his work. Bruce realizes that it’s finally time for him to ask Reader a question that’s been on his mind for the past three years.

“So, then Tony is like it’s only going to take three days. Three days! Keep in mind the last time we tried this it took us a week and we still failed.” You were in your apartment with your boyfriend, Bruce Banner.

The two of you were sitting together at your tiny dining table, a pizza box was taking up most of the surface. You sat with one leg tucked up under you and both your elbows on the table. You nibbled away at a piece of pizza as you listened to Bruce ramble on about his work. Bruce had only taken a few measly bites of a single pizza slice before he started talking about his most recent project with Tony Stark.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”  He chuckled and offered you a dreamy smile.

“Yes! Yes I am!”  You assured him. You reached across the pizza box and held his hand. “Honey, I could listen to you talk about Tony Stark, and Artificial Intelligence and microwaves forever.”

“Okay, now you’re making fun of me.” He nodded, reaching for a new slice of pizza. “It’s cute.”

“I’m serious!” You insisted. “I love it when you talk about work. The way your eyes glaze over and how you seem to go into a whole other dimension when you start talking about science. You go on with such passion and it’s inspiring, it really is.”

“I don’t!” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry!” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, before releasing it and leaning back in your chair. “It’s like…what’s that British show you’re always trying to get me to watch?” You snapped your fingers as if that would bring the show title to mind.

“Which one?” Bruce smirked in between bites of pizza.

“Not the Sherlock Holmes one with Bilbo Baggins the other one with the phone box.” You huffed in frustration.

“Martin Freeman was on Sherlock before he was in the Hobbit.” Bruce pointed out. “You’re thinking of Dr. Who.”

“Yes!” You clapped your hands together excitedly. You pointed a finger at him, trying to accentuate your point. “You’re Doctor Who!”

“He’s called The Doctor not Doctor Who.” Bruce mumbled, taking another bite out of his pizza.

“Oh whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “You know how The Doctor takes people through time and space and he’s always rambling on about stuff but his companions just think the world of him even though they don’t understand a word of what he’s saying? It’s like that. I could listen to you talk about things I’ll never understand for the rest of my life.”

“Really?” Bruce put down his half-eaten piece of pizza and brushed his hands off on his pants. “You know, if you would have told me when I was a kid that my interest in science would eventually lead me to become The Doctor in my girlfriend’s eyes, I would have been thrilled. But this reminds me, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Bruce got up from the table and disappeared into the bedroom. You heard him open and close several drawers in the rickety old dresser where he kept his clothes at your place. He stumbled back in, nearly tripping on the cat on his way by. Bruce was carrying a pair of his old wool socks.

“You know how I keep these socks in here, and I told you it was in case we went hiking?” He asked holding the socks out to you.

“Yes,” You nodded, inspecting the socks from a distance before looking back up at his face. “I specifically remember because at the time I told you we’ll never go hiking and you know what?” You glanced down at your smart watch for dramatic effect. “It’s been three years and we haven’t gone hiking once.”

“Well, I supposed it’s time I come clean about this.” Bruce laughed. “I don’t keep these here in case we go hiking. Of course we’re not going to go hiking. You don’t want to go anywhere that’s full of bugs and has no caffeine. I know you better than that.” Bruce started to unroll one sock away from the other. “I’ve actually been hiding something in these socks for the past three years. It was a gift from Tony, kind of. You remember the first time you met him?”

“Yeah.” You laughed. “What a pain in the ass. He asked me all kinds of questions about how long we’d been together and if I knew about the other guy and…other inappropriate questions that I’m not going to repeat.” You could feel blood rush to your cheeks as you thought back on your first ever interaction with Tony Stark.

“Well, a few days after that,” Bruce shook his head. It was obvious that he also remembered your first Stark encounter. “He just drops something at my workstation. Told me it was his grandmother’s and she never liked green, so she never wore it. He told me that you must like green though since you were dating me.” Bruce rolled his eyes.

From the second sock he pulled out a small green velvet covered ring box. Your lungs felt like they’d stopped functioning.  Your heart hammered powerfully in your chest. Sure, you’d been together a long time now, and you always assumed that eventually he’d propose to you, but you hadn’t expected him to do it in a Thursday night over cold pizza in his boxers. Hadn’t he just been rambling about his work a few minutes ago?

“And then he told me if I didn’t marry you, I was a big green idiot.” Bruce continued. He began lowering himself to the ground slowly. He wobbled slightly as he came to rest most of his body weight on one knee. “And you know, for once, I think Tony was right. [Y/N], you were the first person to see me for who I was and not just the monster inside of me. You’re the first person to look at me, Bruce Banner, and see…I don’t know what honestly. But no matter where we are if we’re out to dinner or at one of my work functions or hanging out with your friends, I just take one look at you and I know. I know that you’re the most important person to ever come into my life. You’re loyal and creative and when you love a person, you just do it full out. I’ve been lucky enough to be loved by you for the past five years, and I’m hoping you’re will to continue loving me for the rest of my life. [Y/N] [Y/L/N], will you marry me?”

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Care

Bilbo Baggins x Reader

Bilbo gets sick :(

Throughout your time with the company of Thorin Oakenshield and friends, you've been the epitome of health. Well rested, able to run on little food and water, somehow always pretty clean, not cold all the often, and the works. Basically, you're just a generally very healthy person. And luckily for everyone else, you've got a little experience in medicine.

So when Bilbo suddenly falls sick, you're the perfect person for the job. 

How did he get sick, you ask? Well...

One night during the trip after you went to bathe with Bilbo after everyone else was finished, you found that the water was quite a bit colder than you had been expecting. 

You typically bathed at the same time as the hobbit for three reasons. One, he is ever the gentleman and wonderful conversational partner. Two, he can't stand bathing at the same time as those rambunctious rascals just as much as you. And three, neither of you are allowed to go by yourself since it's not safe so you need a buddy anyways. You can most certainly hold your own in a fight, and you've said as much, but they have very specific customs when it comes to females (being as less than 1/3 of their entire population is actually female, they hold them in very high regard and protect them a bit too much) and Bilbo is basically useless with his sword. 

It was just a natural pair. 

Anyways, the water was especially chilly that evening and though the thought of bathing in such glacial water wasn't appealing in the slightest, going on dirty until the next stream was ever  less  appealing, so you sucked it up and got in anyway. 

You assume Bilbo felt the same way being as he complained a bit in the beginning, but other than a brief moment of displeasure, he showed no other signs of discontent. 

The two of you washed with your backs facing each other as always, and when you were both nice and clean, you got out and dried as much as possible for getting dressed again. Changing into the same dirty clothes does dampen the effects of just washing, but you're grateful that you have the opportunity to wash in the first place. 

When both of you were dressed and on your way back to the others, you noticed poor Bilbo had begun to shiver. You offered to give him your coat, but he only smiled shyly and said, "N-No, I'm quite alright. Thank you."

Yeah, he fuckin' lied. 

The next morning you are disturbed by the sound of someone sneezing less than a foot away from you. Now just one sneeze wouldn't usually bother you, but this mans over here didn't sneeze once, twice, or even thrice. He sneezes 4 times in a row, all consecutively and right next to you.

It jolts you awake, and you turn your head quickly to see who it is when your eyes fall upon poor red-face Bilbo huddled up beneath his blankets. 

You sit up sluggishly and push your blanket to the side, crawling over to his shivering and unwell form to see if he's running a fever or not. When you press the back of your hand to his forehead you recoil quickly at the heat that you feel. He's positively burning up. 

Very quickly you grab your blanket, crumple it up, then place it beneath his head to act as a pillow. After, you drag over your bag and begin to go through it. 

You take out your water skin and rip up one of your extra shirts and soak it with your water, then place the soaked fabric on his head to, hopefully, lower his temperature. 

"Miss Y/N?" Someone calls from behind you, "What are you doing?"

It's still rather dark out, so whoever it is must be the morning watch. 

You turn and see Ori who is sitting on a long by the edge of the big group in the middle. 

"Oh, Ori thank god!" You wave him over, and as soon as he approaches you hand him your now empty waterskin, "I need you to go fill this up right now. Bilbo has a fever, but I've run out of water." 

The young dwarf looks down at Bilbo worriedly then grabs the water holder you gave to him. "I'm on it." He runs off before you can say thank you. 

You turn back to Bilbo and gently pull his blanket off and begin to pull off his velvety red coat. 

The hobbit groans quietly and asks in a tired and weak voice, "What are you doing...?" His eyes open up a bit, but it seems to be quite the chore for him.

He seems to be pretty confused, so you give him a small reassuring smile and explain softly, "You're sick, Bilbo. I'm going to take off some of your layers so your fever doesn't rise, and I'm going to need you to drink lots of water." 

It appears he's too fatigued and unwell to even question what you're telling him, so he just nods and lets his eyes close again. 

With a little help from the blond hobbit, you finally manage to remove his jacket and begin to unbutton the front of his waistcoat. 

"Mahal, Y/N! What do you think you're doing?!" Someone yells next to you suddenly. 

God is everyone going to ask you that?

You glance back and see multiple confused, flustered, and uncomfortable eyes staring at you and Bilbo.

"If I had known I could get   those   kind of services from our healer, then-" 

"You don't want to finish that sentence." You say darkly, looking at the jokester with a gaze so intense and furious that he doesn't even finish his statement.

In an attempt to ignore their obviously impure thoughts, you snap, "If you think I'm trying to taint the honor of your burglar then rest assured that my intentions lay elsewhere!" You finish unbuttoning his waistcoat, then reach up and test the coolness of the rag on his head. "Our hobbit is sick, so either make yourselves useful or sod off and leave us be." Your intention was not to be so harsh, but their implications made your blood boil. 

"Y/N!" You hear Ori yell not too far off, "I've got the water!" 

You wave him over and take the water skin from him appreciatively, "Thank you, sweet boy. You're much more commendable than your companions considering your first reaction was wondering how you could   help  ." You can't help but take a jab at them for their inappropriate behavior and horribly distorted assumptions, but this only makes you like Ori even more.

The young dwarf blushes at your praise and term of endearment but doesn't say anything else.

"Bilbo, my dear I need you to drink some water..." You explain in a soft voice, waiting for his nod of assent to start helping him.

When he does consent to your assistance in helping him drink, you place your hand under his curly blond head and lift it up slowly, lifting the lip of the water skin to his mouth in sync with your other motions.

"Here you go..." You whisper just as softly, hoping not to stir a headache within him. 

He drinks the water in little sips, and when he pulls back you hand the water back off to Ori. "You're a doll, thank you. Where is Oin?" You ask abruptly, scooting forward and shifting to have Bilbo rest his head on your thighs so you can put your blanket to better use. 

"When I walked into camp I saw him running off, saying something about Athelas and, er Kingsfoil." 

"Okay, that's good. Kingsfoil and Athelas are the same thing. A healing plant." At least someone other than yourself and Ori has some sense in this damn company of buffoons. "You've helped me a great deal, Ori, so I give you my sincerest thanks." 

It seems all of your praise and thanks have successfully made his day because when he walks off there is a little hop in his step.

You focus back on the poor suffering hobbit laying in your lap, a sympathetic expression on your face, "I knew I should've given you my coat, you stubborn little hobbit." You reach up and brush his hair out of his face, then take the wet cloth and squeeze it out. Once it's mostly rid of the now warm water, you re-wet it and return it to his still hot forehead.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbles when you recall his denial of your extra layers from last night. "I thought I was fine, really." 

You shake your head, though he can't see it, and can't help the small smile that raises onto your face, "No, no sweetling don't apologize. Twas only a little bit of a rant. Please, just take a rest for me, alright?" 

He nods his head once and relaxes again. 

You run the back of your middle and forefinger down his cheek lightly, feeling slightly guilty that you didn't urge him to bundle up more last night. 

Thorin makes his way over to you eventually and settles next to you. He doesn't say anything at first, so you just ignore him and stay focused on the sick hobbit. 

"They meant not to offend you, Y/N. You know they think very highly of you." You still don't say anything, so he continues, "Of course, they should know better than to mess with such a fierce healer." 

"I know that...," you can tell he's trying to smooth things over, probably because of the rage you exerted when addressing the lot of them, and strangely it kinda works, "I let my anger get the best of me, I'm afraid. I hope I did not hurt anyone else's feelings." 

The dwarf chuckles at your concern for the feelings of the rest of them, "This is why you're a healer, I suppose, as opposed to an enforcer."

You look at him with confusion, not really picking up what he's putting down. "What?" 

"Your forgiving and benign nature never ceases to impress me. Your ethics were challenged while you attempted to help, and even though you lost your temper, you still managed to help our burglar and forgive those fools." He says fools fondly, showing that he doesn't actually mean to insult them, "We are honored to have you with us." 

With that, he stands and leaves you to take care of Bilbo once again. 

"He's right you know." Bilbo's quiet voice comes from below. 

You look down at him and see that his eyes are open and focused on you. "I thought I told you to rest." There is no accusation or annoyance in your voice, only concern and a bit of amusement. 

"Well, yes but I... It's hard to sleep on command I suppose."

His defense is flimsy and not that believable, but you accept it nonetheless. "Alright, alright. Don't worry about it then, you don't have to be asleep to get rest." 

You brush his hair up with your hand again and begin to lightly run your fingers through the shaggy mess of blond curls to get his mind off of the horrible feeling of sickness. 

Bilbo hums appreciatively and lets his eyes slide shut once more, relishing in this pampering (since this trip hasn't left much room for a lavish lifestyle)

[wincestisasincest]

The Green Book (Thorin’s Company x Reader, Part 2)

Hey gang! Sorry it took so long to get a Part 2! I wish I had a better excuse but in reality I just watched all of Game of Thrones and cried a lot.

I don’t know if anyone reads these descriptions, also, but if you are, send me asks/suggestions for characteristics of the reader, or objects that they have on them, or even pairings! I love to hear what people think, and will almost definitely incorporate them into this.

Summary: (Y/n) falls into Middle Earth. Shocker. Somehow, she gets recruited to join a party of dwarves on their kinda crazy mission to reclaim their home of Erebor. 

Part: 1, 2

Tags (let me know if you want to be added to the list!): @stuckupstucky, @dianaarelyfernandezgarza97

Words: 1820

Warnings: Plot clichés, vomit

“Do not touch her face.” 

“But uncle, look at her! Who knows what else she could be hiding? We should check to be sure.”

“Do not. Touch. Her face.” 

“What if it gets her to wake up?” 

“Lad, if you touch her face I’ll poke yours a lot harder with the back of my hand.”

“Right, right, sorry.” 

“I believe, at the moment, there is a greater threat that deserves our attention.” 

My eyes fluttered open, only to be met with several new faces, looking just about as shocked as I did. Though I didn’t get an in depth look, they all had thick brows, long hair, and even longer beards. They had also taken to certain sacks, made out of burlap. I couldn’t really make out the scene clearly as it was quite dark, a proper nighttime like I had missed earlier, but there was the aggressive firelight with shadows passing over it that illuminated their expressions. 

I tried to move, only to realize that I was in a very similar situation. A sack was up to my neck, and though I could move freely inside of it, the toughness of the fabric and the smallness of the sack was very limiting. 

“Psst. Hey! Lass!” I turned my eyes up only to meet with a blonde haired man, with braided bears and hair like a lion’s mane. I raised my eyebrows in response to his question. 

“Yes?” I answered meekly. 

“Hey, is that the lass?” Another young, spry voice answered from over the rest of the bodies. 

“Both of you, shut up!” A rather authoritative voice, quite deep, and apparently coming from someone with no sense of humor, rose over the din.

“Ey, stop ya talkin’ or I’ll cook yew first!” I looked up, only to be met with a pallid, monstrous face leering at the group of men. It held a slightly spiked club with its massive fingers as it scrunched its snot filled nose. 

It took nearly all of my willpower not to scream, but I did allow a gasp to escape. I turned to the blonde man, and scooted a little closer.

“What the fuck is that?” I whispered frigthfully. 

“A troll, it would seem.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What?!” I responded, just confused as this man dispensed tales from fantasy novels like they were fact. 

“What are they gonna do to us?!” I continued my interrogation.

“Well, I think that they’re planning to eat us, but don’t you worry. We won’t let that happen.” He gave me a confident wink like there was a chance of escape, before going back to angrily grunting against his sack. 

I sighed and leaned back, trying to absorb the situation. I couldn’t get a good periphery. If only I had my backpack, or something. 

Some sparse conversation between a smaller, meeker voice and the larger one of the troll was occurring to my left, though I was too dazed to make out most of it. Something about worms. 

The group then began caterwauling, all moaning about how they were riddled with the worst possible worms, and I had caught on to their scheme. If they were riddled with worms, then the trolls, of course, wouldn’t want to eat them. 

“What about her? She seems fine.” My vision went from blurry to dreadfully straight as the great club in front of me came into focus. Shit. 

“I, uh-” I struggled against my frightened breathing to put on a convincing performance. It would not be an exaggeration to say that my life depended on it.

“I have the worst case of all.” I used my tired breathing to my advantage, before employing a trick that I had learned on the playground in elementary school. I crossed both my eyes, before rolling them back into my head, creating the gross, veiny effect that used to make the younger kids throw up. 

I pretended to struggle against my health once more as I tried to spit out more improvisation, not even realizing the great number of eyes watching me. The only thing that I was focused on was the grossed-out fear in the eyes of the troll, who had clearly never seen such grade school witchcraft. 

“We all got it from eating a herd of cows that had worms,” I added, “That’s how it gets passed on.” 

“She’s lyin!” One of the other trolls, because of course there were other trolls, yelled from the back.

“Did you see what ‘er eyes did? You can’t make that up!” I had finally had the will to stand up, like an attorney defending someone in court. 

To my left, there was a very short creature, assuming that he was standing at his full height, of course, with brown skin and blonde, curly hair. He seemed just as scared as I. 

The larger troll hustled closer and whipped out a long, rusty knife that was hitched to his hip, holding it up to my throat. I could feel it biting into my jaw as some blood trickled, but I held my resolve.

“Why don’t I just cut you open to see them worms, girl?” He snarled. I heard a few gasps from behind me, before one tried to scramble its way out of my own throat. 

“I was going to die soon anyway because of my disease, you would be doing me a favor by ending the pain,” The troll eased his knife slightly, and I saw his expression falter as he realized that he hadn’t succeeded in visibly scaring me. 

“That would be all that it’s good for!” The small creature added, his voice rising almost an octave, “The worms are completely clear, you wouldn’t see anything.” 

I nodded, under the pressure of the blade still to my throat. 

“The only way to find out would be, of course, to eat us and die,” I added an edge of harshness to those last words, “Ready to take that chance?”

“The dawn will take you all!” A booming voice shouted from behind me. Though I didn’t turn around swiftly enough, I heard the cracking of rock and saw the rays of the sunrise spilling out over the three trolls on front of me, who were very swiftly turned to no more than stone. 

I jerked my throat away from the blade, which was now completely stone, and struggled to release myself from my burlap prison. My struggle, however, was ended by a sharp force slicing through the back of it and dropping to the floor, exposing my body to the rest of the world. It felt new to have the wind on my skin. I turned around to face my savoir. 

“Well, you’re a new face, aren’t you?” 

The first clear look that I had gotten at a person in a long time and it was, of course, Gandalf the Grey. Given how perceptive he was, I was sure that he caught the glint of recognition in my eyes, though he chose to say nothing. 

I turned to the side, only for my fears to be confirmed. Slowly crawling out of their sacks was a group that I had grown very familiar with, none other than the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, fully equipped with their wizard and hobbit. A flood of memories came back to me as I could recall both the book and the movie (like a moving picture with sound), both common tales from where I came from. I had just helped the legendary company escape from one of their earliest trials, the trolls, without even realizing it. 

The complication in this, of course, was that all my life, I had been taught that such company, and by extension, such a land as Middle Earth, was nothing but a tale. The fact that they were in front of me at this moment, and seemed to be very corporeal, was off putting to say the least. 

My face twisted into confusion.

“Never seen a dwarf before, lass?” A wizened old Balin, I assumed, stroked his long white beard while speaking for the equally confused looks of his company. 

“Uh,” I stuttered, tripping over my words, “uh, well, not in, I, uh, no.” I finally settled on not bothering whether or not I offended them and using plain, simple language. 

“From the looks of it, she’d never seen a troll before either.” The blonde haired one, Fili I remembered him as, said to the crowd as he was gathering up his equipment. 

I could feel my breathing grow heavy, and I swear that I was beginning to sweat. This was some fucked up dream. 

“Are you alright? There’s no need to be afraid, Miss.....” a small voice, that of Bilbo Baggins, who had appeared next to you as silently as hobbits are known to do, gave me a concerned look.

“(Y/n)” I answered bluntly, shunting his question.

“That’s a bit of an odd name. Mind tellin’ us where you’re from?” Balin leaned forward.

“I, uh, I-” All of the confidence that I had while confronting the trolls had completely vanished. I felt my stomach begin to churn, though I was so hungry that it felt out of place. 

“Yes, and where you got such strange garb from as well?” The man himself, Thorin Oakenshield, stepped forward, though I knew before seeing him from his voice. He looked as he always did, stern and focused. 

I stared down at what I thought to be quite normal, some jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt, and a jacket, though only thoughts of how abnormal and alien I must seem right now could come to fruition.

“Let’s not bombard her with questions.” Gandalf intervened as every dwarf and hobbit eye was trained on me. 

Out of the corner of my vision, I saw my red canvas backpack glinting in the sunlight. It had been carelessly thrown to the side.

“I, um, I have to go!” Before turning around to see their expression, I gathered up my stuff and started towards the forest. 

“Go where, exactly?” I could hear Gandalf yell behind me, and stepping forward slightly in my direction.

“I don’t know!” And with that confident dismissal, I darted off into the forest, with my stuff behind me, not bothering to answer some of the screams and pleas. 

When I had convinced myself that I was far enough away where they couldn’t hear me, I grasped the nearest tree and threw up my entire stomach. My vision was getting dizzy again, and I could feel tears in my eyes. The adrenaline had gotten me through the trolls, but now, I was lost, scared, or, at best, completely insane. 

I took out my phone. The background on it was a picture of my family. My sobs only deepened. I curled into a ball and continued to cry, and hours passed before I would stand again. 

**********

Well that was fucking depressing. 

It will get happier, I swear, but I always thought that the concept of getting completely plucked from everything that you know and placed with a bunch of stange, unknown people was quite scary and emotional, so of course, it will be treated as such. 

Be on the lookout for a masterlist at some point!

[kibleedibleedoo]

Hero of your own Fate 2/?

Thorin x reader

Warnings - brief mention of mental illness, slow burn

A/n - sorry it's a long one

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~Thorin's POV~

It had been a long detour via the Blue mountains which unfortunately had not born any fruit. All Thorin could think about was a hot meal and a place of safety to sleep tonight. He was getting far too old to be a solitary nomad. His fantasising of his next meal led thorin down his third wrong turn of the evening. The shire was full of winding roads that seemed to follow no logical order in their constuction. Thorin could see the house up on a hill, by mahal he probably could hear the company from back in Bree, but he just could not find the right path to get there and the fading like was offering him no favours.

Thorin watched confused as the heavens seemed to rip open as Bagend was aurrounded by a vrief thunder storm and depositing a girl on top of the hill. From this distance it was hard to tell but she certainly wasnt one of his kin and the clothes she was wearing made ger look out of place in this world. Maybe you were a one of a secretive kind, some even more secretive than dwarves that few even knew the existance of. He watched as you settled yourself and entered the hobbit hole. Something deep inside him was drawn to this unfamiliar woman so deep that Thorin was taken by surprise when he knew how to get to that blasted house, to get to you.

~Reader's POV~

That evening was a whirlwind so much seemed to happen in so little time. The quest was explained along with the risks and contracts were handed out to you and the other burglar Bilbo. It took many by surprise when he fainted at the thought of incineration, sure it would be a bad way to go but an instant death was far more preferable than a long drawn out one, the only one not surprised was the leader of our company Thorin oakenshield. He seemed to react to the hobbit with pure annoyance even going so far as to question him on battle experience upon entering poor Bilbo's home. You had no battle experience at least none in hand to hand combat. You cast your mind back to one of your childhood school trips where you were taught how to fire an arrow and a bit of fencing neither of which you were any good at, at the time which gave you little hope for your ability to fight on this quest. You needed training or you would be a liability and you were positive the whole company knew it.

You took the time during Bilbo's recovery to pull Gandalf aside.

"what am i doing here?" you asked rather annoyed with the wizard.

"You offered to help in the café did you not?" he quipped knowing the answer.

"Yes but there is no point me joining if i am only going to be a liability Gandalf" you huffed, you wanted to help you really did but there was no point volunteering for this quest if it was going to end in your demise or the demise of some of the dwarves before the quest is complete.

"You posess talents aside from fighting that will come in useful that I am sure something that those of middle earth lack" the wizard mused. He was almost certainly keeping something to himself about what you could contribute. Before you could respond he continued "I took the liberty of packing supplies for you, some hygiene products from your home but mainly supplies from here for the journey. They are with your pony at the stables" Your eyes grew wide as you realised the wizard had gone through your things.

"You broke into my house!" you exclaimed in a hushed tone trying to stop any of the dwarves from prying, unfortunately you could not seem to shake the handsome one's peircing gaze. "What if my roommate saw you? omg wait what did you see in my stuff!" at this point you were starting to panic, your roommate had always suffered from anxiety and happening upon a strange man riffling through your stuff wasnt exactly something they would take in their stride.

"I was not seen, and magic comes in useful in your realm too" he chucked "the essentials come to me, they seemed nicely organised so I packed the entire bag for you" mentally you were piecing together what you would be carrying. That bag contained your toothbrush, toothpaste, a few wash cloths, deoderant, conditioner, a spare pair of panties, and some everyday makeup items. Okay so no shampoo, you werent exactly sure when you would get the opportunity to wash your hair while trekking across this world but you had heard others try a no-poo style of washing their hair so that must be what you would have to do from now on. "Along with what is already packed here are a new set of clothes to help you fit in better and if you will let me I can exchange and money you have for coin you can use here." You werent sure exactly where he had stored the fresh clothes but he seemed sincere so you handed your bag over to him.

"Dont touch anything else in there, you only have permission to exchange currency" you said in a stern voice "they might not all work here but they are important to me" you finished softly. You took the clothes to a seperate room and closed the door behind you. It was dark but you still had your phone in your pocket so could use the torch for a while. You silently thanked whatever deity was up there that your parents had got you a solar powered power bank for christmas and it was in your bag, where you always kept it, your phone might run out of battery soon but you knew that you would be able to look through your photos whenever you got homesick on this quest. You turned your attention to the clothes, inspecting each item you noticed the outfit looked like something that would have been worn during the 18th century back home. Luckily your roomate was studing fashion history at the local university so you knew where all the fabric was supposed to go. Gandalf had also been nice and provided you with a corset which did up on the front, looking at them you could almost hear your roommate telling you this style was called a 'pair of bodies' and you chuckled knowing that while this outfit might be more practical than what you were wearing it was still going to be a nuisance to put on and wear all the time. You got undressed and threw the shift over your underwear, not ready to give up your modern bra and pants just yet, next you decided you still wanted to wear your leggings. If you were supposed to learn how to ride a horse tomorrow you sure as hell were going to have some fabric between your skin and the saddle plus it would preserve some of your dignity if you fell off and your skirt flew over your head. Time for the corset, the stomacher was rock hard which you thought might provide some protection, against what you werent quite sure of yet, and the corset was surprisingly easy to lace up at the front. The next item you loved, it was a shame modern women's fashion hated them so much but these bags you tied at your waist formed huge pockets which could fit most of the contents of your bag in without anyone being any the wise. The petticoat and skirt followed and a jacket tied the look together. You decided your doc martens would be far better to wear than whatever flimy shoe gandalf had provided so with your outfit complete you returned to the company.

Gandalf sat there smiling with a bag of coins in his hand. You felt you looked slightly ridiculous, especially since your bosom was more pronounced than in your oversized tee.

"Now you look like you belong here" he took a sip of wine and nodded.

"I might look like it but I have still kept some of my modern luxuries" you responded smugly waving your t-shirt a bit. He smirked handing you over the coins and your backpack back. You stuffed the tshirt in with the rest of your stuff and made a mental note to wear it as a pyjama top.

~Thorin's POV~

Y/N had disappeared off into one of the rooms shortly after her argument with gandalf. It seemed like the company had lost both of their burglars within the space of five minutes. Thorin huffed and sat back next to Balin who was always a source of comfort to him even before Erebor fell.

"We do not have time to delay Balin, if we must leave without them then that is what we must do" Thorin sighed, fewer and fewer folk were supporting this mission a band of 13 dwarves and a wizard was hardly a match for a dragon if Smaug still lived.

"I know lad, have faith this is a worthy quest and mahal would not have forsaken us" Balin smiled reassuringly at Thorin. Balin trusted Thorin like he trusted no other, he knew Thorin would give anything for his people and would do everything in his power to provide them with a place of sanctuary. The pair sat in silence for a few moments when Y/N came out of one of the rooms in a different outfit. The dress made her look like one of them, it fitted her so much better than what she had on before and Thorin found himself staring in awe at her.

"it seems she hadnt given up on us afterall" Balin nudged Thorin grabbing his attention

"aye but does a woman belong on this quest" Thorin sighed "she looks weaker than Dis and we wouldnt allow her to join us"

"she will be fine" Balin was puzzled by Thorin's sudden change in attutude until he realised Thorin was still watching the lass like a hawk. "she will have us to protect her and Im sure you wouldnt mind training her" Balin joked.

"I will not let her presence effect this quest, we will make sure she is trained" Thorin barked back. Both dwarves knew it was already too late just her sheer presence made Thorin reconsider his priorities.