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Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader

Title: Flower Crowns

Dwalin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 5,252

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff

Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.

Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?

"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.

But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.

Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers. 

"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room. 

You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"

~~~

And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books. 

During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily. 

Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.

You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.

But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least. 

~~~

Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.

"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.

You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.

"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought. 

You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.

Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking. 

Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands. 

Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking. 

Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone. 

The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head. 

"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."

Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.

You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground. 

~~~

The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.

"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."

Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings. 

But he knew that you were his One.

He knew the moment he saw you. 

Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you. 

"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.

A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.

Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.

You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role. 

~~~

The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.

Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?

You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile. 

Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin. 

You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it. 

~~~

You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders. 

Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight. 

As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.

With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound. 

Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe. 

At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless. 

"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.

"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away. 

The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered. 

Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.  

A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining. 

"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"

Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead. 

Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth. 

"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.

"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."

Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.

"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys. 

~~~

When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.

Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.

But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards. 

"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"

You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head. 

You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves. 

"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you. 

You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now. 

Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel. 

Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters. 

Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully. 

"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.

Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.

Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."

At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.

"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur. 

You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material. 

"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms. 

"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard. 

Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread. 

Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.

"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today. 

Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his. 

You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant. 

~~~

"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side. 

"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.

Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."

You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."

"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."

"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."

Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."

"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die." 

Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.

You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain. 

Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."

You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."

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Star of the Mountain: Chapter 18

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

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Dwalin had to admit, this wasn’t the best plan but it was the only one they had. The company snuck through the quiet streets of Lake-town, avoiding the random groups of guards that they came across. They managed to make it to the armory unseen with relative ease.

Men were such a dull race, Dwalin thought.

The only way into the armory would be through a window one level up. They quickly devised a plan. Dwalin grumbled as he held two of the others on his back and shoulders, acting as the last step of their makeshift stairs to the window. They had decided to send up only a few of them, including Bofur, Kili, Nori, Bilbo, and Thorin. The rest would remain outside.

It was frustrating just standing still and waiting, but they had no other options. They needed to be quick and quiet.

Suddenly, a series of loud crashing could be heard from inside. Dwalin looked at Balin and the other dwarves. Guards could be heard gathering inside.

“Run!” Dori shouted.

The dwarves started down the dock, only to be met by several guards holding spears. Dwalin glared at the men. More guards soon surrounded them and began to usher them through the streets of Lake-town. Dwalin pushed back against the men around him, refusing to be shoved along like livestock.

They had caused enough noise that the people of Lake-town came pouring out of their homes. They followed the procession of guards and dwarves to the town square, which sat at the steps of the Master’s large home.

“What is the meaning of this?” the Master said, shrugging on his coat as he stepped into the night air.

Dwalin exchanged brief glances with Balin. The Master was a large man, apparently well fed, and dressed in fine clothes. A clear contrast to the citizens, who were thin and wore rags.

“We caught ‘em stealing weapons, sire,” the head guard said. 

“Ah, enemies of the state, eh?”

“A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, sire,” a snake of a man said. 

Dwalin recognized his voice - Alfrid, the Master’s right hand who had nearly caught them upon entering Lake-town.

Mercenaries? How dare he. 

“Hold your tongue,” Dwalin snarled. He stepped forward. “You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal.” He motioned to Thorin. “This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror.”

His voice rose as he spoke. Thorin laid his hand on Dwalin’s shoulder to calm him. 

“We are the dwarves of Erebor,” Thorin said, his voice carrying over the crowd. A murmur went through the people. “We have come to reclaim our homeland. I remember this town in the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake! This was the center of all trade in the North!” As he spoke, he turned to face the people. “I would see those days returned. I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!”

The people of Lake-town cheered. The idea of finally being able to turn their lives around for the better greatly appealed to many of them, much like it did to the dwarves. Many would benefit from the reclaiming of Erebor.

“Death!” a voice shouted, cutting through the cheers. “That is what you will bring upon us. “The crowd parted just enough to let Bard through. “Dragonfire and ruin. If you waken that beast, it will destroy us all.”

“You can listen to this naysayer,” Thorin said, “but I promise you this: if we succeed, all will share in the wealth of the mountain. You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!”

More cheers went up. Dwalin smiled at his friend, nodding. Thorin was already acting like the king that Dwalin knew he was.

“Why should we take you at your word, eh?” Alfrid said. “We know nothing about you. Who here could vouch for your character?”

There was a long silence. Dwalin looked down slightly. The word of a dwarf would do little in this instance, for they were kin and therefore would appear biased in the eyes of the humans. Dwalin found himself wishing that the sisters were here, for they would have spoken up quickly.

“Me.” Dwalin looked over at Bilbo, who had raised his hand. “I’ll vouch for him. Now I have traveled far with these dwarves through great danger, and if Thorin Oakenshield gives his word, then he will keep it.”

Just as the crowd began to grow rowdy again, Bard spoke up.

“All of you!” he cried. “Listen to me! You must listen. Have you forgotten what happened to Dale? Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what purpose? The blind ambition of a mountain king, so riven by greed he could not see beyond his own desire!”

Dwalin’s hands tightened into fists. Behind him, he could feel Nori struggling slightly against Oin, who was holding him back. Dwalin glanced at Thorin, who remained calm but it was clear that those words had struck something inside of him.

“Now, now!” the Master shouted. “We must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame. Let us not forget that it was Girion, Lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast!”

“It’s true, sire,” Alfrid said, speaking up as the crowd murmured. “We all know the story. Arrow after arrow he shot, each one missing its mark.”

So that’s why Bard and his children had been quick to defend Girion back at the house. They were descendants of the would-be dragonslayer.

Bard stepped toward Thorin. Dwalin followed slowly after him, ready to assist his friend if it was needed.

“You have no right, no right to enter that mountain.”

Thorin leaned forward, looked straight into the bargeman’s eyes.

“I have the only right.” He turned to look at the Master. “I speak to the Master of the men of the Lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people?” Dwalin smirked. Thorin had obviously seen that the Master was a self-centered man and by making claims about shared wealth in front of the people of Lake-town, he had forced the fat man into a corner he could not escape from.  “What say you?”

Of course there was always a chance.

“I say unto you,” the Master said, “welcome! Welcome and thrice welcome, King under the Mountain!”

The square erupted in cheers. Bard turned around and disappeared through the crowd, a scowl on his face. Dwalin barely paid him any mind and patted Thorin on the back.

Soon after, the Master invited the dwarves inside for a feast to celebrate the coming of riches to Lake-town. Tables were filled with food and ale was brought out in fine glassware. The hall was filled with celebration, as were the streets. Music and laughter seemed to pour from every corner.

Dwalin bit into his leg of meat, happy to finally have a proper meal for the first time in a while. The others were also filling their stomachs, laughing loudly and singing.

“We set off early tomorrow morning,” Thorin said to Balin and Dwalin. “Durin’s Day is sunset tomorrow. We must reach the mountain before then.”

“Don’t worry, Thorin,” Balin said. “With the help of the Master, we’ll have what we need to reach Erebor.”

“But what about Oreliell and Vedis?”

The three dwarves looked at Bilbo. The halfling looked out of place among rowdy dwarves and drunken men. It was rather amusing.

“What about them?” Dwalin said.

“Well shouldn’t we wait for them? We left them in Mirkwood, but surely they’re on their way to join us, yes?”

“The elves made their decision,” Thorin said. “They stayed behind and risked capture for our benefit. It will not go to waste.”

The next morning was a flurry of motion. The Master gifted the company with new clothes and armfuls of weapons. 

This was more like it, Dwalin thought as he looked over the ax he was given. It wasn’t dwarvish steel, but it would certainly do. Far better than what Bard had tried to provide.

The company moved through Lake-town one last time. The streets were lined with people, all gathering to see them off. 

Dwalin was one of the first to get in the boat. He took the weapons handed to him by the guards and gave them to others to load in the boat. He glanced at Thorin, who had stopped Kili. The young prince looked pale. His appearance had been getting worse throughout the day yesterday, and now he looked ashen in color. Perhaps his injury had been worse than they had originally thought.

“Not you,” Thorin said to his nephew. “We must travel at speed, you will slow us down.”

Kili smiled a little. Poor lad thought Thorin was joking.

“What are you talking about? I’m coming with you.”

“Not now.”

Kili’s face fell in realization.

“I’m going to be there when that door is opened, when we first look upon the halls of our fathers, Thorin.”

“Kili.” He laid his hand on Kili’s shoulder. “Stay here. Rest. Join us when you’re healed.”

Thorin turned to the boat. Dwalin could see the crestfallen look on Kili’s face as he turned away.

“I’ll stay with the lad,” Oin said. “My duty lies with the wounded.”

“Uncle,” Fili said, looking up at Thorin. “We grew up on tales of the mountain, tales you told us. You cannot take that away from him!”

“Fili-”

“I will carry him if I must!”

“One day, you will be king and you will understand. I cannot risk the fate of this quest for the sake of one dwarf, not even my own kin.” Fili looked toward his brother, who was waving away Oin. Fili stepped off the boat, but was grabbed by Thorin. “Fili, don’t be a fool. You belong with the company.”

“I belong with my brother.”

Dwalin watched as Fili ripped his arm away and went to his brother’s side. Dwalin looked up at Thorin. He watched his nephew go for only a moment before boarding the boat.

A group of trumpeters began to play as the crowd cheered. The Master stood on a podium to look over them all, dressed in a large coat.

“Go now with our goodwill and good wishes!” he said. “And may your return bring good fortune to all!”

“Push off!” Dwalin said.

Those of the company with oars pushed the boat away from the dock. They slowly started down the river. Several company members waved to the crowds as they passed by. The journey through Lake-town took some time as they had to navigate the passages, but soon they were out into open water. 

And lying ahead stood the Lonely Mountain… Erebor.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Aid For Laketown- Bard Bowman x OC

Bard Bowman x Roslyn Stardust

Description: After hearing about Smaug’s attack on Laketown, Roslyn offers to help with their plan to settle in Dale where she meets the new leader. 

Word Count: 1.6k

She had been flying over Mirkwood when she heard about it. As a sorceress it was easy for Roslyn to get around via simply moving through the air. She hadn’t even realized where she was going, instead relying on the pull that led her towards the east when she heard the voices of the Mirkwood Elves while above them. It was there that she heard about the attack on Laketown from the dragon Smaug. The dragon had been slain but it left the town in ruin as they tried to gather their bearings. 

Now it made sense to Roslyn, that was why she felt the pull towards the east. Because that’s where she needed to be, offering whatever aid she could offer. So, without a second thought she flew towards Laketown. Well, what was left of it, that is. She had no idea what to expect of the damage caused by Smaug, but it was worse than she could have imagined. There was nothing left of the town but the badly burnt foundation of houses and ash. She could see the outlines of bodies in the water, and a sick feeling rested in her stomach. There was a large group of people on the land that stood on the other side of the lake, and that’s who she figured were the survivors of the attack. 

Roslyn moved out of sight of the townspeople as she prepared to land, opting to set foot in the forest nearby. For the most part she kept her head down as she weaved through everyone, attempting to assess the damage that she could help with. She paused for a moment, glancing around silently. 

“Do you need a blanket ma’am?” She heard from behind her, which made her turn around. It was a girl, no older than ten. She held a small stack of slightly damp blankets in her arms. Once Roslyn had turned around, the girl’s eyes had widened. That wasn’t unusual for the sorceress though, she was used to her beauty being compared to an Elf. 

“Um,” the girl started slowly, as if remembering what she was doing. “I’m sorry, they’re not the driest, but they’ll keep you warm.” Roslyn offered her a kind smile and leaned down a bit so she was eye to eye with her. 

“There is no need to worry,” she said simply, resting her hand over the blankets. The girl could only watch in wonder as the blankets became dry right before her eyes, then she looked up at the woman. 

“That was amazing, Miss-”

“You may just call me Roslyn,” she finished with a sweet smile. 

“I’m Tilda,” the little girl introduced with a wide smile. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Tilda. And I’m sure there are people who need these more than me. Thank you though.” Tilda nodded then offered her a smile, but had no time to say anything before they heard a rude sounding voice. 

“Why me?” A man whined, and while Roslyn furrowed her brows Tilda sighed, almost tiredly. 

“Alfrid,” she muttered. The woman stared at her confusedly. 

“What is an Alfrid?” She questioned shortly before she was pushed out of the way aggressively. 

“Roslyn!” Tilda exclaimed worriedly, but the man, Alfrid, blocked her line of sight as the woman regained her balance. 

“Alright then, give us a blanket,” he demanded, hand already reaching for one. Tilda quickly pulled away from him. 

“No!” 

“What?” The man spluttered. 

“There are people that need these more than you,” Tilda said firmly. “People that actually need them.” Alfrid’s eyes narrowed and he stood over her menacingly. 

“I said give me one!” He snapped, reaching for a blanket again, this time more aggressively. The girl successfully managed to evade his attempt once again, but couldn’t avoid his sudden grasp on her arm. A small scream left her lips as he pulled her towards him. 

“You need to learn how to respect authority, little girl and give what’s due,” he hissed as he raised his free hand, ready to strike the girl. That was when Roslyn stepped in, using her magic to stop the man’s hand with a grip that could rival his own on Tilda. Alfrid looked at his hand confusedly then attempted to move it, only for it to stay in place. 

“What-”

“I believe that’s quite enough,” Roslyn spoke, stepping forward. By now a small crowd had formed around them, but neither of them took notice of it. 

“And just who do you think you are?” Alfrid questioned, turning to look at her. “I am the deputy of Laketown under the Master and I don’t deserve-”

“You are the deputy?” Roslyn repeated, glancing back at the burnt city before looking at him once more. “Of what? There is nothing left of Laketown anymore, and what have you, as the so-called deputy, done to help? I see no immediate injuries on you and you’re barely wet, and yet you were willing to strike down a helpless girl because you’re a little cold?” The more she talked, the angrier she grew about the situation. And with that, the invisible force around the man’s wrist tightened, making him cry out in pain. The crowd around them voiced their own opinions, agreeing with the unfamiliar girl. 

“You helped the Master empty out all the gold and tried to flee!” A woman accused, pointing a finger at the man. Alrid attempted to deny it and make up a lie. 

“No! I-I told him not to,” he exclaimed desperately, attempting to move. That ended with him crying out in pain as Roslyn kept a tight grip on him.

“Get him!” One of the folks called out, which caused the others to cheer as they moved closer to him. 

“You left all of us for dead, why shouldn’t we do the same for you?”

“Maybe with a rope around your neck,” another man suggested, resulting in even more cheers as Alfrid begged for mercy. 

“Enough!” Everyone immediately quieted down upon hearing the new voice and Roslyn, startled from the cry, broke her spell on Alfrid, making him fall to the ground as he grasped his injured wrist. The others looked to the side as someone emerged from the crowd. Roslyn stepped back quickly as the man walked over to Alfrid, pulling him up before looking around at everyone. 

“Look around you,” he continued loud enough for everyone to hear. “Have you not had your fill of death? Winter is upon us. We must look to our own. To the sick and the helpless. Those who can stand, tend to the wounded. And those who have strength, follow me. We must salvage what we can...We find shelter.” The townsfolk looked ashamed by their behavior as they set off to do as they were told. Alfrid yanked away from the man’s grip once the crowd dispersed and walked off muttering profanities under his breath. Roslyn watched him distastefully before looking at the man just as he turned to face her. 

“And you,” he started, but was cut off by Tilda walking up to him. 

“It wasn’t her fault Da,” she explained, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “Alfrid was giving me trouble and she stopped him. She saved me.” The man looked at her, then at Roslyn again with raised eyebrows. 

“Is this true?” The woman nodded with an awkward smile. 

“I couldn’t just stand by and watch him hit her,” she muttered. “I really am sorry, I hadn’t meant for it to get blown out of proportion.” The man hummed thoughtfully, then looked away as two more children walked up. They didn’t look much older than Tilda, maybe fifteen and sixteen. 

“Tilda, help Sigrid and Bain pack as much as you can,” he instructed softly. “We don’t have much time before we head for Dale.” Tilda nodded, but rather than going to her siblings at first, she pulled Roslyn into another hug. 

“Thank you,” she said, voice slightly muffled by the woman’s tunic as she buried her face in it. The girl couldn’t help but smile as she patted the girl’s back. 

“You should probably get going,” she responded softly, gently pushing the girl along. Tilda obeyed and allowed Bain and Sigrid to lead her away. Once they were out of sight Roslyn looked at the man as he spoke to her. 

“May I ask your name, my dear lady?” He asked softly. The girl offered him a kind smile as she answered. 

“Roslyn, sorceress in training under Radagast the Brown Wizard,” she introduced, surprising him as she curtsied. “You have such lovely children, Mr.,” she paused, realizing she didn’t know his name. 

“Just call me Bard,” the man responded, holding out his hand which she shook. “And thank you. They take after their mother.” 

“And where is she?” She questioned softly, looking around curiously. When she looked at Bard again, he seemed a bit downcast. 

“She passed away years ago,” he responded softly. Sympathy flooded the woman, but before she could say anything he waved her off. 

“Please don’t feel sad on my behalf, we have all pretty much made my peace with it,” he added, which made her feel a bit better. 

“Very well. Anyway, I wanted to come offer my aid to your town in any way I can. I hear you’re planning on settling in Dale?” She questioned curiously, earning a nod from him. 

“At least for the time being, yes. We wanted to leave as soon as possible, so if you could help with packing then it would be most appreciated,” he responded, beginning to lead her away with his hand on the small of her back.

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Return Her pt. 5

The Company (and friends) x Reader

Womanly charm and Laketown. The company only hates Bard more and more as time passes.

Bard had you close his jacket around you to hide your odd clothing and sat you next to him like before, telling you quietly to let him do the talking because he’s not too popular with the local authorities. 

So you did just that, hanging out by the helm with his jacket covering your odd jeans and shirt while he steered into the port thing with a big gate blocking the way. 

You’ve never seen anything like it. A town completely on the water that should be beautiful, only it’s dark and gloomy and reeks of poverty and hunger. 

Bard exchanges a few words with the man at the gate, they glance back at you at one point before the new man suddenly declares that everything is in order. 

Before the approval slip thingy can be given back, though, a slouchy, long-browed, greasy man slinks up and snatches the paper and hisses, “Not so fast." 

This new dark-haired man reads over the papers, then looks up and observes the barrels lined up in his boat, "Consignment of empty barrels from the Woodland Realm. Only, they’re not empty, are they, Bard?”

He drops the papers and takes a few steps forward, a weird delighted gleam in his eye at having caught the bargeman off guard. “If I recall correctly, you’re licensed as a bargeman, not a fisherman.” As he says this he picks up a fish from the barrel that Bombur is in, sneering when Bard replies. 

“That’s none of your business." 

“Wrong. It’s the Master’s business, which makes it my business- Oh.” He pauses when his eyes suddenly fall on you, his facial expression shifting slightly. “What have we here?" 

Bard looks over at you, then back at the man with irritation, "Who she is, is no concern of yours. But if you must know she is the sister of my past wife.” He lies smoothly and you find yourself feeling a bit impressed. 

“The sister of your past wife, you say?” He doesn’t seem to believe him as he saunters over towards where you’re sitting, “She’s very pretty if you look past them bruises on her face, but I do wonder why she would live outside of the city when your wife was born ‘ere." 

Oh, okay he’s attracted to you. That’s good. 

Well, it’s gross, but good because you can definitely put that to good use. 

You stand up and rack your brain for a fake name before you remember the name of one of the Elvish guards in Mirkwood, "Hello, sir. My name is Aerin.” Despite not wanting to be anywhere near this man, you take a step forward and offer a dazzling smile. 

He seems taken aback by your positive response, but not displeased for he also takes a step forward and bows slightly, “I am Alfrid, the right-hand man of the master of this town. At your service.” After he says that he throws the fish into the water and reaches for your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, and you try your best not to cringe. 

“Bard, you did not tell me there were such n-noble men living here in your town.” Alfrid wasn’t looking at your face, but if he was he’d see that you don’t look very happy. 

Bard stares at you blankly for a few moments. He knows what you’re doing, they all do except for Alfrid apparently, and he just feels so bad for your poor soul. 

The slimy man lets go of your hand and steps back, smiling at you with his crooked, odd teeth before turning back to Bard with the same scowl on his face. “Anyways, these fish are illegal." 

"Empty the barrel-”

Before he can finish you speak again. “Bard! How much longer is it going to be? I’m simply yearning to see my nieces and nephew again.” You put extra emphasis on the word yearning and look the creepy man directly in the eyes, smiling coyly before looking back at the dark-haired bargeman. “I know that your devilishly handsome friend here is cross with you, but I really must go see Ta-er- Tilda and the other two.” You think you got the name right. 

Flattery get’s you everywhere in life, because your seductive euphemism and shameless compliment seem to make him forget all about dumping the fish out over the edge of the barge. “Handsome?” Ugh, he sounds all too happy about that. 

“Aerin I’m afraid Alfrid is upset with me, so I’m not sure how much longer we will be.” Bard plays along, crossing his arms over his chest as he shakes his head, “Forgive me my dear, I pray that this won’t take much longer." 

Alfrid looks between the two of you a few times before settling to look at your face, a sickly pleasant smile coming to his face, "No, no. I won’t hold you any more.” He walks back a few paces and steps off the boat, raising his arm, “Raise the gates and welcome our new guest warmly." 

And just like that the gate is being raised and the lot of you are gliding through the entrance with no further obstacles. 

"Until we meet again, my dear.” He says as you pass by, that same unnerving smile on his face. 

You release an all too enthusiastic giggle at his words and wave with faux-shyness, turning only once you’re at least a few meters away.

As soon as you’re out of sight you collapse down on the box and start rubbing the back your hand against his coat, “Ewww, I can’t believe I let him kiss me.” You complain while still rubbing your hand in an attempt to wipe away the awful feeling. 

“I can’t either. That was quite the performance.” He sounds amused, and when you glare up at him he looks it too with only hints of sympathy, “If I hadn’t known better I would’ve truly thought you were taken by him." 

"Ugh, shut up.” You stop wiping your hand on the coat and look down at it as if you expect there to be something smeared all over it from his too wet lips. “God, maybe I should just cut it off." 

"No need for that. Allow me.” The bargeman leans down and takes your hand in his, lifting it up so he can press a kiss in the same place. “There." 

Holy shit. 

Your face goes hot and when he lets go you allow it to fall back to your side, "W-Well now you’ve indirectly kissed him, so while I may be fine now you’re stuck with the knowledge that your lips have technically touched his.”

At your words there is raging that comes from inside the barrels. 

Bard grimaces at your words, it seems he didn’t think of it like that, but he doesn’t allow that to deter him, “I need not worry about that for long, because once your friends get out of those barrels I’m afraid I won’t last much longer.” He pauses, then adds with a smirk, “Or perhaps you can return the favor?" 

No one can hear it, but you’re screaming internally. 

The raging only gets louder, so you shake your head and stutter out, "N-No way, I don’t want your blood on my hands." 

He laughs at that, nodding along as he listens to the grumbles and yelling coming from the barrels of dead fish. "If I am to die anyways then surely you can make an exception.”

“You’re really pushing your luck, Bard! Your death is of when, not if anymore." 

—

Eventually you did get near his house, but then one of his kids came running up saying something about their house being watched, and so your poor friends ended up having to come through their toilet. 

Dwalin came in first, and the glare he threw at Bard was so withering and dark you nearly cried. Not really, but it was scary.

Bard only seemed to find it funny, though. 

Everyone is inside and wrapped up in record time (since it’s the only recorded instance of dwarves and a hobbit coming in from a toilet, it’s only natural that it would set a record), and none of them seem to happy about any of this. 

You get along with Bards children rather easily, his youngest is a total cutie pie, but ultimately after that fiasco at the gate you’ve got to hang out with the company a bit more so they don’t murder the poor bargeman. 

They’re given some extra clothes to change into and you elect to stand outside with his daughters while everyone changes, conversing with the younger one about her hobbies and other things she likes. 

Eventually their brother pokes his head outside and says it’s okay for you all to go back in, and when you do you’re met with the sight of shirt dresses and too long coats. 

You feel bad for them right away and head over to where they’re all hanging out by the fire, your eyes immediately falling on the shivering Bilbo.

Right away you go to his side and sit next to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to share some of your own heat (since you dried off quite a while ago and changed your jeans out for a pair of leggings you had in your backpack). You pull him closer into your side so his cheek rests against your chest, rubbing his arm lightly to create some warmer friction."I hope you don’t get sick…” You mumble worriedly, looking down at his red face. “Oh god, you’re already going red. You’re not coming down with a cold, right?" 

There’s some laughter from the others but you ignore it since you’re suddenly feeling very worried for the small hobbit. 

He doesn’t have much body-mass or fat, so surely he’s absolutely freezing. 

"Oin, maybe you should come check on Bilbo!” You call, looking up to see that they’re all laughing at you and not something stupid like usual. 

You pause and look around in bewilderment, “What’s so funny?" 

Nobody responds to you, instead they just keep on chuckling and laughing like they’ve just been given an entire stand-up comedy performance. 

"Gosh, let the lad breath, Y/N!” Bofur exclaims between laughs, only causing everyone else to laugh harder. 

You furrow your eyebrows and look back down at Bilbo, still completely confused, “What are you talking about? He’s breathing just fine, isn’t he?" 

This goes on for a few more minutes, you being baffled and asking questions while everyone else takes jabs and makes jokes, before you finally realize what they’re laughing at. And the only reason you realize is because of the very inappropriate comment Kili makes (despite looking a little pale).

"Hey Y/N, I’m feeling rather cold too, can I have a turn?" 

And then there’s more boisterous guffaws and unmanly giggles. 

You look back down at Bilbo and see that you’ve pressed his poor face right into your breast, and while you definitely didn’t do it to be weird or anything it seems that you’ve successfully embarrassed him. 

"Oh you complete idiots!” You yelp, loosening your hold on Bilbo so he isn’t pressed so firmly against you, “He's cold !” You cry disapprovingly, shaking your head at these immature and lecherous jests, “You wouldn’t be joking like that if I were a guy. Or if it were you!” You grumble, looking away from their overly humored gazes in favor of looking at the wall. 

They don’t quit their laughing for another minute or so, but when they do calm down you and the poor hobbit are both successfully humiliated. 

“And this is why Bard is my favorite.” You hiss at them, eyes narrowed with an irritated expression on your face.

There’s no more laughter after you say that, and you feel smug at the frustrated and angry looks that pass over their faces. 

“I can’t believe you let those men kiss you. They’re all hideous.” Dwalin growls, crossing his arms over his chest like he usually does. “You could do much better." 

"Kiss me? My hand you mean?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in question, “Hey, if I didn’t play up that charm y'all woulda been found out so fast. You should be thanking me." 

"Wait, so it wasn’t an actual kiss?” Bofur pipes up next, an expression that looks way too relieved on his face. 

“Um, no. Why would I let them kiss my mouth? I care about you guys and all but I gotta draw the line somewhere." 

"Maybe not that other guy, but you sure seem fond of Bard.” Fili grumbles.

“Oh my god, this again? Are we really gonna have this conversation again?” You really thought they were over it. How foolish of you.

Nori sits up a bit and exclaims, “That was before he kissed your hand!" 

You groan over dramatically and throw your head back, "Guyyysss,” you begin in a whiny voice, “It was my hand! My flipping hand!" 

A few of them huff, but nobody says anything else about it. Thank god. 

—

When Bard returns from whatever he’s doing the dwarves immediately bombard him about the weapons they were promised, and he leaves to go get them.

Only, when he comes back he’s met with a lot of outrage cause his weapons are pretty shitty. 

You watch from the opposite side of the table as Bard, looking at the weird grappling hooks and stabby 'weapons’ he provided them with. Also some weird hammers too. 

From what you’ve seen, these guys only accept the best of the best when it comes to weaponry, so this just ain’t cutting it. "Um, is this all you’ve got?” You wonder out loud, looking at the pathetic bundle of makeshift things. “Like, you haven’t got any swords or fancy things like that? These guys are total divas about that kinda stuff, so…" 

The others around you grumble at your slight jab and at the poor quality of the things they were given until they start to complain about paying him for weapons and these being trash, bla bla bla. 

Yeah, you totally called it. 

They all continue to argue and Bard says something about an armory, but your attention is grabbed by the sight of Kili and his old man walking stick. 

He’s struggling to sit down, no doubt from the awful wound on his leg, so you zoom over quietly (but quickly) and say in a hushed voice, "Hey, you’re not lookin’ very good, Kili." 

The brown-haired prince doesn’t look up at you right away, but when he does you can see very clearly just how pale and tired he’s looking. 

You take a seat next to him and place your hand on his non-injured knee, glancing over to make sure everyone else is distracted before whispering, "Are you okay?" 

He doesn’t do or say anything at first, looking down at your hand for a moment before looking back up at your face, "I’m fine." 

Fucking liar. 

"Kili, come on. Everyone else might just take that and roll with it, but you’re clearly not. You need to rest more." 

Your concern only seems to frustrate him, though, for he rolls his eyes and shakes his head stubbornly, "No, I already told you I’m alright. This will pass, and when it does you’re going to feel really silly for being so worried." 

You fix a glare at him, not removing your hand still, and shoot back, "And when it doesn’t, you’re gonna get your ass kicked by me. If you’re not gonna rest or deal with this, then at least let me clean it up so it doesn’t get infected." 

He stares at you for a few moments as if trying intimidate you into dropping it, but you return the look with a steely glare that says you’re not asking. 

Eventually he sighs and drops his head back, "Fine. Do as you wish." 

"Good choice." 

You pull your trusty backpack off your back and open it up, looking through it quickly to see if there’s anything there that you could use. When you catch sight of some cotton balls your expression brightens. "Oh, nice.” You take the bag out and place them next to you, then grab the water skin that they gave you and some tweezers you kept in your makeup case. 

Without hesitation you move onto the floor on the other side of him and kneel down so you’re closer to eye level with his nasty wound. 

Ew. 

You unwind the wrap slowly, glancing up occasionally to make sure you’re not hurting him, and once you’re done you drop it on the ground and crinkle up your nose at the unsightly hole in his leg. “Yikes, you’re the biggest fucking liar in the world." 

He doesn’t get a chance to retort because right away you gently grab the front of his leg to add a bit of press to test just how tender it is and if it’s still bleeding. 

It is. 

More blood begins to well up and you barely keep yourself from gagging, and he groans quietly in pain. 

You take your tweezers and cotton balls and place them on the bench next to you, then go for your waterskin. 

A handful of cotton balls and a bit of splashing later, and you’ve got some wet cotton to work with. 

The tweezers tips clink together softly when you close them a few times just to make sure they work right, then you grab one of the cotton balls with it and begin to gently clean up the area around his arrow wound. 

Very quickly the white fluff of the wet cotton turns red and smushy, so you drop it with the gross bandaging and grab another. 

This process of cleaning, dropping, and getting another goes on until it looks mostly cleansed, and once it is you begin to search for something else to bind his leg with. 

You sit there and think for a moment before an idea strikes you. 

Once said idea comes to your head, you sit up a bit straighter and wrap your arm around his thigh from the bottom, reaching up to touch your shoulder to see if your sleeve can properly wrap around his leg. 

"Uh, Y-Y/N? What are you doing?” He mumbles, looking at you oddly. 

“I’m trying to see if it’ll fit…” You say absentmindedly, slowly letting go. 

He chokes on air and splutters, “What?!" 

You don’t reply and instead pull both your arms out of your sleeves, lifting it a bit so your head goes in and you can get your arms out properly, and once both arms are poking through the hole for your head, you pull your head through too and secure it just above your chest. "There we go." 

Once that awkward sight is through with, you grab the sleeve of the arm just wrapped around his leg and begin trying to rip it off. 

It looks so much easier in the movies. 

You pull and tug and even try to bite at it, but it won’t give like you thought it would. 

After a minute or so of trying to rip it off with brute strength, you stop and glare at the offending piece of fabric, "Awh, freak…" 

You put your arms back into your shirt properly and return them through the sleeves, standing with irritation on your face, "Don’t move a muscle or I’ll cry and tell everyone you called me fat.” You threaten before approaching Sigrid, Bard’s oldest daughter. 

The two of you whisper for a moment, then disappear into another room only to appear again minutes later. 

You’re now wearing a soft red blouse (one of her nicer shirts) with your long sleeved white (it’s not really white anymore) ringer shirt hanging over your arm. 

With quick steps you walk over to Fili, who was speaking with everyone else, and tug lightly at the back of his borrowed shirt. 

He pauses in his listening and turns to look up at you, raising an eyebrow in question. “You’re wearing something new.” He comments. 

You ignore said comment and hold out your shirt to him, “I need you to get the sleeves off. It’s for Kili." 

Before he can ask questions you go back to said brother and kneel back down, taking a dry cotton ball to soak up the blood that had begun to gather while you were busy. 

Right before you finish with dabbing at the blood, Fili approaches with your now tattered and destroyed shirt, both sleeves held out to you in pretty good condition (though the same can’t be said for the torso…) all things considered. 

"Thank you Fili.” You beam, taking the sleeves from him without hesitation. 

With deft movements you tie the ends of the sleeves together tightly, pulling on it to make sure the knot is good, before beginning to wrap it around his leg. “Do I have to do it tightly, or is that not a good idea?" 

"Wrap it tightly enough to where it’ll stay on and clot the wound, but not too tight that it’ll make his leg numb.” Fili responds, crouching down to watch as you begin to gently but firmly wind it around his thigh. 

“Like this?” You ask, pulling on it a bit to make sure it doesn’t loosen or fall. 

“Yeah, that’s good." 

Once you’re done, you tuck it under one of the first coils and tie it firmly. "Is it too tight?” You ask, glancing up at him with furrowed eyebrows. 

Kili shakes his head, releasing a shaky sigh, before reaching down to smooth his hand over it, “Thank you, Y/N…" 

A small smile comes to your face as you get up to sit down next to him. "Where would you fools be without me?” Your voice is good natured and humorous, but he can see the worry hidden in your expression. 

“Probably dead.” He jokes, looking over at Fili who laughs lightly. 

“That sounds about right." 

You wrap your arm around his shoulders much like you did to Bilbo earlier, looking down at the stark white of your now ruined shirt being used as a binding for his leg, "So long shirt.” You mumble. 

You look back at Fili and open your mouth to say something, but you cut yourself off when you feel a weight pressing against your left boob. 

Fili starts to laugh, and you don’t even have to look to know that he’s trying to be sly. 

Kili elected to lean against you much like Bilbo earlier, and though your eye twitches and the thought of flicking his nose passes your mind, you allow it.

He’s wounded, but as soon as he gets better you're definitely going to kick his ass.

And you tell him as much. 

“You’re so freaking lucky you got shot.”

[fizzyxcustard]

Touch Starved

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff, smutty undertones, sexual inexperience, insecurity

Summary: You and Thorin are awake one night and things take a rather intense turn. You find out that Thorin has never been touched by a woman, or indeed someone he loves. Being so touch-starved means that Thorin is full of doubt and insecurity.

Notes & Comments: As always, if you wish to be added or removed from my tag list, please let me know. This is just a quick piece that I needed to get out of my system before it consumed me.

Now that you were in Lake-town, on the very brink of success or failure, you wanted to let Thorin know in some way that you would do everything in your power to help him to the end. Thorin Oakenshield had become intwined in your heart, nestling deep inside. You no longer feared his outbursts or even felt anxious when in his presence. He made you serene somehow, as though your soul could rest when with him.

The Master of Lake-town had accepted you all with welcome arms, and you had grimaced at the slimy bastard's charming words. The man made your skin crawl, along with his aide, Alfrid. As soon as the younger man of the two had clapped eyes on you, he grinned, showing off big yellow teeth that made your stomach churn.

It was quiet now. The Dwarves had been celebrating, downing plenty of alcohol. The last you had noticed was Bofur asleep under the table and Bombur asleep on the toilet, still holding a bottle of ale, half full.

You stepped out into the cold air, pulling your clothing in around yourself tight.

"It is late," a familiar voice came.

Thorin stepped up behind you, and then placed his hands on the wooden rail of the balcony which gave a view of the row of houses opposite and some of the town further back. Large strips of ice had formed on the water and little flurries of snow were dancing on the early winter breeze.

You could see much in Thorin's expression: apprehension, worry and perseverance. Nothing would stop him getting to the mountain; his birthright was waiting in the form of a crown, but what price was he prepared to pay?

Without a further thought, you placed your hand on Thorin's. You wanted him to know that you were just as dedicated to him as those Dwarves sleeping in Bard's house.

In that moment, you felt Thorin's hand jolt ever so slightly. But he did not move it away. Instead, his eyes remained locked on your hand, and slowly you rubbed his hand with your thumb. Thorin gasped, only slightly, but it was enough for you to hear him.

You whispered his name.

His eyes met yours, finally. Those beautiful blue eyes that you knew you were madly in love with. He seemed unsure, embarrassed. A flush had risen on his cheeks. He swallowed hard and then averted his gaze back to your touching hands.

You were well aware that Thorin didn't have a wife. But surely he had lain with women. Such a beautiful man would have had women swarming around him. Everything about Thorin made you weak, and instantly recognise that you were so helplessly in love with him.

And then your own insecurity took hold. "I'm sorry," you said, pulling your hand away. "It was improper of me to do that..."

"Touch me again," he asked, his voice deep with something that you hadn't heard from him before. The edge of his voice was tinged with just the faintest touch of what you felt to be lust.

Then as your hand reached for his, you could see the sheer anticipation in his face. You stopped.

"Please," he whispered.

"Have you been touched by a woman before?" you asked. It was the underlying question that you needed to ask, and an answer you were desperate to know.

"I am ashamed of the answer, but, no."

That feeling which you had had since your first accidental touch was confirmed. It left you speechless, saddened by such an honest admission.

With a sudden surge in confidence, you picked up his hand and held his palm against your own. The heat and the electricity was so palpable between you both. It made shivers of anticipation shoot up your spine. Then you laced your fingers between his, drawing your two hands together as one.

Thorin couldn't help but gasp again, and then close his eyes. Being a Dwarf meant that tactile sensations were always intense, and being physically connected with someone he loved so ardently meant that he was so full to the brim with joy.

You remained a little shocked by Thorin's response to your touch, but continued on, taking the lead. You leaned your head to him and placed your lips against his cheek, and kissed softly. You were greeted with a soft moan and exhale.

Thorin opened his eyes and caught your gaze against his. You smelled divine. Despite having travelled so far with little to no sanitation, he could still smell something sweet on your skin.

You kissed him again and again, peppering his cheeks and nose. Until you came to his lips, slightly hidden under a well-trimmed beard. That was when you felt his all encompassing self-control break. You kissed hard, and Thorin's arms wound around you, drawing him flush against you.

Within seconds, and you both became utterly breathless.

Thorin's beard tickled against your lips and his tongue meshed against yours. The two of you seemed to meld into one, your forms curving against each other.

You wound your hands in his hair and that made him groan even louder and in response, his hand cupped your breast. This made you press even tighter against him. And then his lips slipped down your neck, kissing and licking at your bare neck. "My love," he gasped, having lost his breath in the turbulence of your passion.

His hands wanted more. He needed more contact with you. The tips of his fingers pushed inside the small hole between the buttons of your shirt, trying to get at your breasts.

You could feel Thorin's arousal for you, hard against your hip. And it heightened your own sensations and the pulsing got more intense between your legs, thumping in time with your rapid heartbeat.

"I need you," Thorin groaned. He pressed his forehead to yours, a sign of deep connection within the Dwarf race, of which you recognised.

"I love you," you said softly.

Thorin smiled. "Let's get you inside, my queen."

Those words made your whole inner being scream in utter joy. Was this all really happening?

The house was quiet, and the two of you crept through into the back room where you had prepared a bed roll. Thorin still had his hand in yours, not able to yet let you go. He wanted to always be connected to you, skin against skin.

Before sleep took you that evening, Thorin spooned against you, holding you. He kissed along the base of your neck, and then pressed his long nose against your shoulder, smelling you. He told you, as you slipped to the edge of a dream, "sleep well, my love. For tomorrow may not see such peace."

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[the-fandoms-georgie]

Here's an idea I have for a Bard X reader idea!

If you would like to write this or take some often ideas from this just tag me in whatever you write! You don't have to write it exactly like the details, if you only like some of it, just use some of it and be creative. I would hate to take the creativeness away from the writer because of my description being to detailed.

Readers outfit!

Okay so Reader is the daughter of the Laketown king and is like a total bad ass. She's nothing like her father, she's nice to everyone except Alfrid, caring, and tries to give back to the people as much as she can. Unfortunately, Alfrid tries to convince the king for an arranged marriage for Alfrid( hope I'm spelling his name right) and reader. But reader has her eyes set on Bard. When Alfrid went to harass Bard about the fish, she just so happens to come up behind Alfrid and had agreed with Bard, scaring Alfrid in the process and he grumbles angrily. But before Bard continues on she's just like " May I come aboard, Hero?" Trying to flirt and failing miserably, only to sigh when Bard continues on. Now, after laketown had been destroyed, Reader finds herself trying to dry off after swimming to shore. Alfrid finds her, argues with her about leaving him there with Smaug. Reader is all like time to be a bad ass, and is like " You should have drowned with the gold you loved so much. " Alfrid is then says " you can't speak to your soon to be husband that way!" Reader is all on her bad assery, and says" like I'd ever marry the likes of you. Don't think I didn't hear you trying to convince my father of an arranged marriage. I'd marry a fish before I'd ever marry you. " Alfrid, angry and embarrassed, just slaps reader in the face and everyone there turns and looks at them. Reader goes to turn to walk away before killing this dude, but Alfrid being stupid grabs her arm . Reader grabs the knife she had on strapped to her thigh, maybe the dress rips up her leg, and she brings the knife to his neck and says something like " You ever touch me again, and I'll kill you myself." And Bard, the hero, comes and saves Reader by gripping Alfrids wrist and taking it off readers arm, and flips him on his back with his son like they did in the movie. Bard is thinking ' what a woman' in his head and he's just like trying to see if she's okay and like kind of falls in love with her? If this makes sense.

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[finnofamerica]

The Black & White - Thranduil x Reader

Summary: Everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. Additionally, when your soulmate dies, everything goes back to black and white.

Word Count: 848

Date Posted: 05.24.2020

Note: God, I hope you’re happy @1purplepanda​, I’m kidding, this was fun. 

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Thranduil and his army pulled upon Dale, bringing fruits and bread to the refugees. 

“Your leader, I want to speak to him.” Thranduil descended from his elk. 

Surprisingly enough, Alfrid didn’t argue and instead ran to fetch you and Bard - catching you in the middle of discussing how to stretch resources. 

You and Bard followed Alfrid back to where Thranduil was waiting, your whole world turning gold as you approached him. The Elf-king scowled, this was not the time. 

You remained calm as you approached, knowing Thranduil didn’t need a lover, he needed a leader. 

“We aren’t going to war with Thorin.” You crossed your arms, standing your ground proudly. “Talk to him, I’m sure he is a reasonable king.” 

“Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of dwarves?” Thranduil shot back. 

“My sister is right,” Bard interjected - ever the mediator, “We will talk to Thorin first, if that doesn’t work, we will follow your plan.” 

You raised your hands in frustration, leaving the tent to help distribute food and blankets to your people. 

“Y/n,” Bard followed you out. “Leave it to me, I can handle this.” 

“He will lead our people into a needless war!” 

“A war that Thorin can prevent if we give him the option.” 

“Haven’t we lost enough?” 

. . . 

You let Bard take the lead in the discussion with Thranduil, riding out to the collapsed gate of Erebor to talk with the elusive king. 

You couldn’t say that you weren’t disappointed to hear that Thorin would not give your people what he promised. 

“He’s fallen to the dragon sickness.” You bowed your head. “Train our people, but we will not have an army of fishermen and merchants.” 

Bard nodded. 

“My Elves will be in the valley, on the front lines,” Thranduil said. 

“The men will be with you, the women will stay in Dale to protect the injured, pregnant, and elderly.” 

“Y/n, stay with them, in the town. Keep my children safe.” Bard instructed you. You nodded. 

“Most of our people don’t have armor, those who do likely only have chainmail.” 

“Most fights aren’t fair. You should learn that well.” Thranduil said coolly. You nearly growled, you weren’t the kind to risk your people in a fight they would surely lose, but you were outnumbered. 

. . . 

You stood in the town, holding a too familiar sword in your hand, your nieces and nephew stood behind you as the Orcs raided. You weren’t sure they realized that you were as skilled with a sword as their father was with the bow. 

You cut down Orcs as they approached. You stood on the high ground, watching them approach. Elves ran around you through the town, taking out Orcs as they went. You fought will all your power until the remaining Orcs retreated. 

You watched quietly the aftermath of the battle. Your brother reuniting with his children. The ground was littered Elves, Orcs, and Humans alike. You walked amongst the dead, knowing that there were families tied to every face you saw. 

You heard footsteps behind you, drawing your attention to the Elven-king. He didn’t speak as he fell into step with you, but you could feel the grief radiating from him. 

“Lord Thranduil, I’m very sorry for your losses. I’m sure your warrior were great people.” You bowed your head to him. He looked down at you before letting out a breath. 

“And to you, Y/n. You care much for your people, your losses must hurt you greatly.” 

“Thank you. I know I never wanted this war, but I’m grateful for those who came out alive, largely due to your soldiers.” 

“You may think I wanted this war. I know too well the stubbornness of dwarves and I only wanted what was rightfully mine.” 

You nodded, walking silently with him some more. 

“Are we going to talk about the matter at hand?” He broke the silence, seeing as you weren’t. 

“What matter?” 

“You are my soulmate, are you not? And you are a leader. You cannot abandon your people nor can I abandon mine. It is in our best interest if we figure out how to proceed.” 

“Well.” You paused tapping your nose as you thought. The little action surprising Thranduil. He’d seen you with a sword, but to see you do such a simple, soft action caught him off guard. “Suppose, perhaps, we could make this work even from our own - I don’t want to say kingdoms because Dale is hardly that - but you understand. Or we could simply ignore the fact that we are destined, though it is not a happy life for those who choose that.” 

“I don’t want to ignore this, I’ve loved and lost before.” 

“I will speak to Bard. I know you have your losses to attend to, I will not keep you.” You bowed your head to him again and left to find your brother. 

. . . 

Two weeks later you arrived at the gates of Mirkwood, escorted by elven guards. Thranduil made sure you were respected in his kingdom, and no one would dare disrespect the Mother of Dale.

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[idjitlili]

Thorin x Modern!reader

Summary: imagine being annoying and singing the bilbo baggins ballad to wind up Thorin.

Word count:2125

You had been travelling with company for many months now, since you dropped from the sky onto a troll. It hurt like a smashing your back into the taps of a fancy bath. Then you were almost eaten by that troll, until Gandalf had saved you and the small dudes by smashing a rock in half.

Gandalf had allowed you to join the Journey despite Thorins total dislike of the idea.This face scrunched up in anger as he began to talk “I will not be responsible for her safety nor Bilbos.” You giggles at Bilbos name you knew exactly where you were and what you were going to do on the journey. Thorin turned to you and glared, you just stuck your hands up on surrender.

“Very well ,Thorin but you will not cause harm to my burglar or this women.” Gandalf spoke to the dwarves king.

Over the course of these months Thorin ignores you as much as he could even after bilbo saved him, he still avoided you at all costs. You thought he thought you were annoying. Kili and fili would annoy their uncle to get attention from him so that was exactly what you were going to do.

Now you all were escaping Thranduils kingdom in barrels down a river,thanks to Bilbo. The water soaked your shirt with y/m/r(movie reference) upon it, and denim shorts. Since the elves had stripped you from everything else, despite the dwarves anger. Not going to lie this barrel ride thing was very fun. From what you gathered so far Thorin wasn’t the type of person for jolly songs, and you knew of a song that was just that. You had previously had your arms in the arm , like on a rollercoaster, so you began shouting lyrics while doing so.

“In the Middle of the Earth, in the land of Shire

Lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire

With his long, wooden pipe

Fuzzy, wooly toes

He lives in a hobbit-hole and everybody knows him”

Bilbo looks at you confused, aswell as legolas , he wonders what the fuck she doing she’s gonna get stabbed. Kili has already been shot and you all had already passed through the gate. You were trying to annoy Thorin yes but to lighten the mood distract kili from his pain.

“Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

He's only three feet tall

Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

The bravest little hobbit of 'em all!”

You aren’t really singing you just shouting the lyrics, Thorin keeps glancing at you with glares you smirk at him, you are sure that kili is going to join in singing soon enough.

“Now, hobbits are peace-loving folks, you know

They're never in a hurry and they take things slow

They don't like to travel away from home

They just like to eat and be left alone!”

“But one day Bilbo was asked to go

On a big adventure to the caves below

To help some dwarves get back their gold

That was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.”

You duck in the barrel as arrow flew passed you.

“Well he fought with the goblins!

He battled a troll!

He riddled with Gollum!

A magic THING He stole!

He was chased by wolves!

Lost in the forest!

Escaped in a barrel from the elf-king's halls!” You purposely changed ring to thing , so no one knew his secret you just smiled at Bilbo who had his mouth wide open, knowing you knew he had found a ring.

“Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

The bravest little hobbit of 'em all!” Kili and fili joined in at the second Bilbo, Bofur laughed the three of you, Bilbo smiled.

“Now he's back in his hole in the land of Shire

That brave little hobbit whom we all admire

Just a-sittin' on a treasure of silver and gold

A-puffin' on his pipe in his hobbit-hole!”

By the time you had finished you all had outrun or out swam , you all got the barrels drenched in water, clothes sagging from it.

“Y/n , is that a song from where you are from?” Bilbo had questioned you looking up at you , standing on the bank of the shore , you nodded at the hobbit. Before anyone could say anything else , Thorin marched over to you , grabbing you by the shoulder to turn you to him.

“What WERE you doing?” He screamed at you with anger. Damn this felt like the perfect line , he just spoon fed you more motive.

“ what arrr you doing?!” You frowned at Thorin , who clenched his fists harder.

“No,I SAID what were you doing?”

“What’re you doing?” You smirked , as Thorin scoffed at you about to shout at you, but then Bilbo clenched on your hand pulling you away. You looked back at Thorin who was still scowling at you, you gave him that smiling face Nicolas cage does.

That didn’t continue much longer , as Bard arrived, “damn bro he looks better in person.” You whispered Bilbo who just just nudged you’re leg to be quiet.

“When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large

And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge.” You spoke quietly down into the water recalling beauty and the beast. You had a huge crush on Gaston, but stupid Thorin bad made you achieve a bigger on on him.

“I’m so sorry miss y/n, but bomburs the only one the same size as a barge.” Bofur smirked to you , you giggled “it’s just a song from my home, sir.” You looked towards the dwarf with the hat.

“You will have to sing it for us miss y/n, your Songs are most enjoyable.” He smiled at you placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t sing, hence why shouted the last song.” This made bofur laugh, but didn’t say anything , but bard told the dwarves to get in the barrels to hide. “Mister Bard , I have too long of a torso to hide in them.” Bard looked at your appearance , frowning you looked very different to anyone you had met. He wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“We shall act if we are courting as you need to wear my coat to hide your strange clothing.” He smiles lightly at you.

“Yes sir.” You did an army salute, he chucked at your weird gesture. Thorin didn’t like this idea or the way you looked at Bard.

Bard had been stopped from going into lake town from that greasy skank Alfred, eventually Bard had convinced him but that wasn’t going to stop him eyeing you up.

You glared at him , grabbing onto Bards arm, who realised what was happening wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side. Alfrid was soon to look away embarrassed, he was clearly afraid of bard. Soon you passed and was able to let go of bard and soon the dwarves were out of the barrels. While bard and you headed to his house with his son , Bain. “Thank you bard for helping us.” You had told bard he sent you a smile.

You entered the house house to be greeted by his two daughters ,sigrid and Tilda. Their mouths gap in shock, at you wearing their fathers coat. You pull it off , putting on the peg. “Isn’t see a little young father?” Sigrid has questioned her father, you were only two years older than her.

“Uh.. I am not courting your father.” You replied with a blush on your cheeks from embarrassment. “Why are there dwarves coming out of our toilet da?” Sigrid had questioned, after the embarrassing in counter. “Will they bring us luck?” Tilda spoke up in excitement. Bilbo walked into the room wet and cold, as bards daughters gave you and the other blankets. You wrapped it around your cold form, “how was your trip Bilbo?” You smirked.

He sent you a glare “oh lovely , you know I had a nice swim.” You giggled.Thorin glared at you , from the fire place.

***

Yo u had told Thorin it was a trap , saving fili and kilis life, now Thorin fought Azog on the ice. Once Azog was distracted Thorin has threw that brick like weapon to Azog causing him to caught it. Thorin stood off the ice , making Azog fall but before he fell in the water you had popped out plunging the sword into Azog a back into his heart.

Your sword had became stuck, you pull at it with all your might, but you can’t get it free. Before you know it you are in the freezing water, trying keep ahold on the ice.

“Y/n?!” Thorin screamed running , towards you, but you cannot hold on to the cold ice any longer. “T-tho” before you can finish his name you lose grasp on the ice, plunging into the icy water. Your whole body is covered as your fingers lose sight of dryness , before the water takes over.

For moments that felt like hours you were surrounded, in death, before someone had grabbed onto your hand pulling you out of the water with ease. Yet you still only saw darkness until the you began coughing up water to breath. You lay on the cold ice spitting up the water on your side. “Y/n?” Someone’s voices echoed, through your blocked ears. You couldn’t see clear everything was blurry, you couldn’t make out details.

Large hands pull you into their bodies , wrapping fur around you soaking body. Bloody hell you were still wearing shorts and a t-shirt. “Yes?” You had whispered before closing your eyes, the person had stood up carrying you bridal style , becoming sonic running.

The next time you woke up you were in a bed , covered with furs and a very warm body laying at your side. The body is strong and muscular his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. The furs tickle your bare arms. You eyes shot open like a fridge by a hungry obese man. (That guy egg dude from sonic) You look to your side to see Thorin in deep slumber , his face surprisingly peaceful, as great contrast to his brooding face. “DAMN BRO did I finally get laid?” You shout loudly causing Thorin to jolt.

He sits up in the bed, you were in the covers yet he lay onto of them, without his shoes just a tunic and pants. “Y/n,you are awake.” He spoke groggly,removing his arm from you quickly when noticing it’s position. “I’m so sorry y/n” damn he never apologised except to Bilbo. “It’s okay I didn’t mind.” You smiled slyly at him.

“Thank you.” He had spoke sincerely, you sat up in the bed, joints cracking, looking around the room, this wasn’t your room Thorin had given you... it was his room.

“For what?” You questioned , you did nothing but almost dying. “For saving my family y/n . For that I also must apologise for treating you so poorly. I hope you can forgive me.” Thorin was also sitting up next to you clutching your now warm hand holding it gently.

“It’s all good Thorin. Not going to lie to you, I did annoy you to get a reaction out of you.” You smirk at the dwarves king. He chuckled at him “yes I was fully aware, kili and fili do the same thing.”

“That’s where I got the idea.” You giggledz

“Of course you did.” You sigh , In satisfaction you had never had a proper conversation with Thorin.

“God dude you didn’t even speak to me , and when you did you were angry. Yet still a dwarf , you captured my heart.” You spoke lowly , not really thinking about your words.

“I did?” You gasp , Thorin looks at you in shock, you eyes burn in embarrassment, you nod slowly and nervously. Before you know it , Thorin had grasped your cheeks pressing his lips to yours briefly before pulling away.

“As you have captured mine. God I saw those looks you gave that barge man.” He strokes his thumb on your cheek softly.

“What can I say he is a very handsome man.” You giggle at your own words.

Before you know it the door is open and Bilbo is skipping in “Oh my you have changed Thorin.” You both snap you’re heads to Bilbo.

“You did nawtttt God damnit Dildo Gaggins,”

[disdaidal]

Gif requests / things I’ve made for other people.

Gifsets

The New Legends of Monkey

Font Demon (x)(x) Shaman (x)

The Voices (2014)

Bosco (dog) (x)

X-Men

Angel (x)

Resident Evil 3 Remake

Mikhail Victor (x)

IT (1990)

Reddie (x) Richie Tozier (x)

Stranger Things

Billy & Eleven (x) Billy Hargrove (x) Billy workout + Steve (x) Steve fighting a demogorgon + Billy (x) Harringrove parallels (x) Harringrove in red (x) Joe + Dacre laughing (x) Harringrove movie night (x) Harringrove color palettes (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) Harringrove Ass-a-licious (x) Harringrove vs. IT (x) Harringrove Car Race (x)(x) Harringrove Pool AU (x) Harringrove + Billy & El have a connection (x) (x) Billy flirting with Ted (x) (x) Jealous Steve & Flirty Billy (x) Steve in Yellow Sweater (x) Argyle (x) Hopper & Enzo vs. Demogorgon (x) El & 001 snapping necks (x) Robin disgusted by Eddie’s smoking (x) Eddie & Jason (x) Billy & Officer Callahan (x) Billy and El have a connection (x) (x) Reckless Driver Billy & Cop Steve (x) Billy & Max X Bob’s Burgers (x) (x) Billy and Steve having drinks (x) Color Palettes (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Fear the Walking Dead

Nick & Troy (x)

The Hitcher (1986)

Jim Halsey & John Ryder (x)

Horizon Forbidden West

Chief Hekarro (x) Erend (x)

Horizon Zero Dawn

Nil (x)

The Hobbit

Bard & Alfrid (x)

The Witcher

Gallatin (x) Geralt (x) (x)

Mohawk (2017)

Joshua Pinsmail (x)

Fanfiction

For Becky ♥ (x)

[arofili]

Worldbuilding Exchange Letter 2021

Hello lovely creator, thanks for creating for me in the Worldbuilding Exchange! I’m very excited and grateful for whatever you create for me <3

This letter will restate my DNWs, list my likes, give you a brief rundown of my canon preferences, and then dive into specific prompts for each of my requests.

I’ll warn you upfront that I tend to ramble, so feel free to skip prompts that don’t interest you and/or use ctrl+F to search for whatever it is you want to write for.

My requests are divided by fandom, and in the case of the Silm + Middle-earth Legendarium, by topic too, so hopefully that will be helpful for you! Also, my TAZ request is waaay down at the bottom, so if that’s what you’re here for, just go to the bottom of the page.

Housekeeping:

DNWs:

Non-con

Unrequested dub-con

Abusive/Neglectful parenting (especially wrt Fëanor)

Sibling incest, parent-child incest (cousin pairings are fine)

Unhappy/Unhopeful endings (unless otherwise specified)

Jealousy/Possessiveness

Cheating

Character or ship bashing

Hanahaki/any scenario where unrequited love is physically damaging

Soulmates, especially soulmate AUs (soul bonds are OK, if there is choice involved)

Porn without plot (Porn with plot is fine!)

Food involved in sex

Unrequested Modern AU

Non-trans mpreg

If you’re writing a slash ship where the characters are/were married to/involved with someone outside the ship, please don’t have the character(s) hate their spouse or not have been actually in love with them (the one exception is Finrod; I’m fine with him and Amarië not having been actually in love, but please don’t do this for anyone else, especially not Fëanor)

Hobbit/LOTR-specific DNWs:

The concept of a dwarven “One”

Any Fíli pairing

Alfrid

Legolas or Gimli paired with anyone other than each other

no smut for these fandoms, please

Silm-specific DNWs:

Evil/irredeemable/incel Maeglin

Elwing bashing

Fëanorian bashing

Over the top Fëanorian apologism (they did bad stuff; it was at least partially their fault. you don’t have to address that, necessarily, but don’t rewrite the story to claim they were blameless)

Fingon with a wife

Fingon or Maedhros ships that don’t take Russingon into account (polyamory, an open relationship, Mae with someone after Finno dies or vice versa for an AU, them with other people while they’re separated on the Ice/in Angband - all of these scenarios are fine, but in the end I need them to be with each other first and foremost)

Dark!Maedhros

Elvish re-embodiment after death being an actual, literal rebirth that requires the characters to have a second childhood; I much prefer them being granted a new hröa in their prime (feel free to explore what “in their prime” means, though, especially wrt scarred and disabled elves)

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Likes:

(these might not all apply to worldbuilding, but they might give you a place to start from!)

Gen fic

Found family

Family dynamics

Loving families, even when things get complicated

Friendship, intense/important platonic relationships

Relationships that defy categorization

Queerplatonic relationships

Polyamory

Queer headcanons (especially aromantic-spectrum headcanons)

Trans/nonbinary headcanons (genderbending is also fine, but I prefer trans/nb hcs)

Angst with a happy ending

Gray morality

Explorations of magic

Most tropes

Fanon and fandom tropes

Deconstruction/Inversion of fanon and fandom tropes

Interspecies relationships

Peredhil

Secret relationships

Secret relationships coming to light

Secret kids (especially secret peredhil!)

Giving ships OC kids

OCs interacting with canon characters

Confessions of love

First times

Hurt/comfort

Redemption, forgiveness, mercy

Ironic foreshadowing

Canon divergence AUs/X Lives AUs

Politics and scheming

Resolving conflicting canonical details

Historical/Narrative bias affecting what is and isn’t “canon” (to an extent; changing motivations, consequences, etc is great, but please don’t ignore canon entirely)

Elrond & Elros having complicated relationships with both their bio and adoptive parents

Names fitting the time period (Quenya names in Valinor, please; if this is difficult for you, that’s okay, no pressure, but I do strongly prefer it)

Names having a lot of thought put behind them (does the character go back to their original Quenya name upon rebirth? or do they keep their Sindarin name? or come up with something else entirely? do they hate their new Sindarin name and resent having to use it, or do they embrace it? As long as you put some thought into it, I’m sure I’ll like whatever you decide!)

Author’s notes where you explain your thought process, if you want; I love hearing how the story took shape!

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Preferences re: Canon:

LaCE compliance is always completely optional (except if you’re choosing a prompt that is specifically about LaCE, lol). If you do want to include it, that’s great, but if you just want the characters to fuck without having that be an issue, go for it. I love explorations of LaCE that take into account the exceptions, boundaries, definitions, etc; I also love takes that emphasize that they are Laws and Customs, not biological imperatives.

I’m not picky about my Amrod deaths. He can die at either Losgar or Sirion (or, hell, some other time/place if you make it interesting enough!), whatever works best for the story. I do like Lightly Toasted Amrod, aka he almost burns to death at Losgar but survives/gets rescued at the last minute.

Gil-galad theories are all very fun. Please don’t make him the son of Fingon and a wife; if he’s Fingon’s son, I want Maedhros to be involved at least a little bit (adoption or trans mpreg are both fine in this scenario). Otherwise, I don’t have a particular preference, though if it’s not really relevant I usually default to the son of Orodreth (who is in turn the son of Angrod). Also, I’ve requested “Origins of Gil-galad”; there’s more information on him in that section.

Honestly, when it comes to theories and headcanons, my rule of thumb is “convince me”! I’m down for whatever, for the most part, as long as you can justify it :)

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For all of these, “suggested characters” pulls from the list of characters I requested with that signup, but if you’ve got an idea involving other characters then go for it! And in the end, all characters are just suggestions, this exchange is more about the worldbuilding :)

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The Hobbit (Book)

Adventuring Hobbits Before Bilbo: Who were they? Did they ever come back, or was Bilbo assumed dead because of precedent? Were they all Tooks, or did some other hobbits tag along on adventures, too? Suggested Character(s): Belladonna Took

Dragon Magic & Dragon-hunting: Talk to me about dragons! I’m interested in dragons & dwarves, especially in relation to the first time dwarves were driven from Erebor and into the North and the War of the Dwarves and Dragons. What kinds of dragons set their sights on the mountain? How old was Smaug when all that was happening; did he learn anything from the failures of his kin? Who were the dragon-hunting dwarves who fought in that war? Suggested Character(s): Smaug, Original Dwarf Character

Dwarven Craft and Magic: Enchanted weapons, enchanted armor, runes and spells...all so interesting! Borrowing from the movies a bit, did Kíli’s runestone from Dís have any magic power? What’s the deal with the Arkenstone’s thrall? How do elf and dwarf magics intersect when it comes to objects like Bilbo’s mithril coat? Suggested Character(s): Dís, Frerin, Thorin, Original Dwarf Character (perhaps a craftsdwarf?)

Dwarves and Gender: We need more dwarf women! And I’d love any takes on nonbinary dwarves and/or dwarf-specific genders. Were there female dwarves in the Company that Bilbo mistook for male dwarves? Are dwarven women really only a third of the population? If dwarf men and women are very similar in appearance, how do they differentiate between them, or do they differentiate at all? If you included something about dwarvish braiding styles indicating gender, class, marital status, I would be delighted. Suggested Character(s): Dís, Frerin, Thorin, Original Dwarf Character; in this case I’d prefer a focus on canon characters, but OCs interacting with them would be marvelous, especially people like Dís’ spouse.

The Black Arrow: Bard’s little pep talk to his arrow has always intrigued me. I’d love to see your take on the origins of the Black Arrow. Does it really come from Erebor, and if so, who made it? How did Bard and his forefathers come to acquire it? (I like the movie version that ties it into Girion’s attempt to kill Smaug, so feel free to incorporate that if you feel like it.) Is the arrow enchanted? (Perhaps that could be tied to the Dwarven Craft and Magic tag!) Suggested Character(s): Bard, Original Character from Dale, Original Dwarf Character

The Stone Giants & Were-worms: I don’t have many thoughts on these guys except “neat! tell me more!” I’m fascinated by the creatures Tolkien only gives us a passing mention of; if you feel like it, maybe you could combine these tags with some of the creatures in the LOTR tagset (crebain, cold drakes, Watcher in the Water, Mearas, Kine of Araw, etc...I didn’t sign up with all those tags, but it would be neat to hear about them anyway!)

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The Lord of the Rings (Books)

Cold-drakes and Fire-drakes & Crebain & The Watcher in the Water: Like with the Stone Giants and the Were-worms, I just think they’re neat and I’d love to hear your take on their origins and how they affect the history of Middle-earth. Feel free to combine this with other creature-related requests. Suggested Character(s): Scatha

Ghosts and Hauntings: Barrow-wights? Nazgûl victims? Just your crotchety old hobbit neighbor who still holds a grudge about losing the biggest pumpkin contest despite having been dead for 20 years? There’s a lot of potential for stories here; maybe you could combine a ghost story with some other prompt to add a murder mystery or haunting plot to a relationship you’re exploring!

Dwarf-Elf Relations: I don’t believe All Dwarves and All Elves hated each other! We have famous elf-dwarf friendships across the ages, and really it was just the Sindar vs. the Broadbeams/Firebeards that had the feud. Still, Legolas (a Sinda) and Gimli (raised among Broadbeams and Firebeards in the Blue Mountains) are caught up in that, so their friendship is quite remarkable! I’d love interrogations of how that feud continued across centuries and discussions of what really went down in Menegroth, perhaps with one of the Durins having an elf friend at some point in the past that sheds light on how Legolas and Gimli can get along. (I am here for any and all Gimli and Legolas combinations; I love them as friends, I love them as boyfriends or husbands, I love them as queerplatonic partners, I love them as anything in between! Do whatever you’d like with them!) Suggested Character(s): Gimli, Legolas, Original Elf Character, Any of Durins 1-7

Elvish and Mannish settlements in post-Ring War Ithilien: How do Legolas and Faramir get along, both living in Ithilien after the war? What do Legolas’ people think about being neighbors with a bunch of Men? Faramir and Imrahil were Aragorn’s chief commanders after the war, and Legolas expressed admiration for Imrahil; I imagine Imrahil visited his nephew in Ithilien, so what are the interactions of those three like? I’d love to see an exploration of Silvan elves and their culture here, with Legolas leaning into his Silvan heritage and maybe some Silvan OCs who have spent their whole lives in Mirkwood up until now and have never met Men before now! Suggested Character(s): Faramir, Legolas, Imrahil, Original Elf Character

Relations between the Dúnedain and Rivendell: Talk to me about the Grey Company, or Elladan and Elrohir fighting alongside their distant kin, or Rangers taking breaks in Imladris, how the Rangers think of Aragorn who was raised among elves, etc. I’d love an outsider POV here, such as an OC observing the oddities of a canon character. Suggested Character(s): Original Elf Character, Original Ranger of the North

The Glittering Caves of Aglarond: More Gimli and Legolas stuff - but with a focus on Gimli this time :) Gimli as a lord in his own right, Gimli who takes elves on tours of his dwarf-kingdom and weirds out his people (is it just Legolas, or does he take any Silvan elves with him, or like...his elvish in-laws??), Gimli as a craftsman... Or, alternatively, you could explore the caves before Gimli gets to work on them, what the Rohirrim thought of them and how they were created - by natural processes, or by magic, or a mixture of both? Did Aulë make them for the dwarves to find, perhaps? Suggested Character(s): Gimli, Legolas

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The Hobbit (Movies)

Dragonsickness/Goldsickness: The parallel to mental illness in the movies was really interesting. I’d love to see lingering effects of the goldsickness on Thorin after the Battle (Everyone Lives AU, probably), or an AU where Fíli or Kíli inherit the throne of Erebor and are afflicted by it as well. Or, sticking to canon, how did Fíli and Kíli and the rest of the Company deal with Thorin falling into madness? Were the other dwarves affected by the thrall of the gold? Bard and Thranduil were observers of Thorin’s madness; what did they think of him? Did Thranduil remember Thrór under dragonsickness? Or, since movie!Thranduil is a far cry from book!Thranduil when it comes to going to war over jewels, was he affected by the dragonsickness even from a distance? Was Bard? Suggested Character(s): Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bard the Bowman, Thranduil

Dwarves who "choose craft"/Aromantic-Spectrum and Asexual-Spectrum Dwarves: This is pulling more from the books than the movies, but I didn’t have enough nomination slots to include any book nominations, so it went here, lol. Anyway: as I’m sure you can tell from my tumblr url, I headcanon Fíli as aromantic, and I love seeing that in fanworks! It’s really wonderful that Tolkien mentioned that many dwarves choose their craft over marriage, and I’d love to see an exploration of that aspect of dwarvish culture, and how Fíli fits into it. It seems to be fairly common/accepted, but are there different cultural pressures around marriage for the crown prince? How does Fíli figure out he’s aromantic? If aro and ace dwarves are expected to be choosing a craft over romance and sex, what’s Fíli’s craft? Or does he not have one, and people judge him for that? The “choose craft” language I use is very much inspired by this post and the Neo-Khuzdul word “bijebtorva” :) Suggested Character(s): Fíli, Original Character(s)

Governance and Politics in Mirkwood: How did Thranduil and Oropher come to power in the Greenwood? I hate the “lowly Silvan elf” line from the movie; can you somehow justify that with worldbuilding, or show how it’s not accurate? Is Legolas half-Silvan like is implied in the LOTR books? Who are Thranduil’s advisors? Is Tauriel really the only one who dislikes and defies Thranduil’s isolationist policies? Is Mirkwood very patriarchal, and is Tauriel’s appointment to Captain of the Guard something she faced opposition or competition for? Are the Sindar elite colonizers, or did they integrate into Silvan society? How does the average Silvan elf feel about their king, or do they not even think about him? Suggested Character(s): Thranduil, Tauriel, Original Character(s)

Poetry and prophecy: Bard uncovers that tapestry that turns a song from the book into a somewhat ominous prophecy; there’s a lot of discussion of fate and signs from the thrush at the door to the last light of Durin’s Day; Thranduil has seen enough in his thousands of years to have had time to brush up against a prophecy or two. What do these three believe about fate and prophecy? Are any of them prophets in their own right? How does poetry/music lend power to prophecy? (Bonus points if you tie it back into the Ainulindalë...) Suggested Character(s): Bard the Bowman, Thorin, Thranduil

Poisons and antidotes: I love Kíli/Tauriel and the scene where she heals his wound...but the worldbuilding around morgul poison and athelas is a little murky. It’s a decent parallel to Frodo’s condition in the LOTR movies, but it’s confusing lore-wise. Can you make sense of it? If Tauriel is a warrior, where did she learn healing? (In my own headcanons, her foster family are healers, which is how she learned those skills even though she’s primarily a warrior - but feel free to take it in whatever direction you’d like!) Suggested Character(s): Tauriel, Kíli, Original Character(s)

Rebuilding Erebor & Relations between Dwarves + Elves + Men: (I’d prefer an Everyone Lives AU for this situation.) How do Thorin and his Company put Erebor back together again? What are the renovation projects like? How long does it take Dís and the rest of the Longbeards to arrive in Erebor and help out? How long does Dáin stay to help his cousin? I would love to see some politics both internally within the Longbeard dwarves and externally as they relate to Mirkwood and Dale. Smaug’s corpse is just lying in the Long Lake...how do the dwarves feel about their old enemy’s body so close by? Do some Men want to re-establish Lake-town, and demand help from the dwarves who flushed the dragon out of the mountain? Do the dwarves want to harvest Smaug’s corpse for resources? (He’s probably got gold and jewels stuck in his scales, and dragon-skin/scales is probably a good raw material for crafting things.) What’s the process of Bard becoming King of Dale? Does he face any opposition? I love the idea of Hilda Bianca challenging him for leadership, or maybe insisting on some kind of democracy/representation in Dale! And if she doesn’t get her way, maybe it’s her leading some people back to Esgaroth and founding a democracy there that would make the old Master roll in his watery grave... How do Bard and Thranduil and Thorin reconcile after the battle? Does Thorin pay up like he said he would? Does Tauriel hang around, or does she go somewhere else? Are any elves inspired by her, or is she a total outcast? If you choose to explore the Kíli/Tauriel relationship, how does that affect politics between Erebor and Mirkwood? Suggested Character(s): Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bard the Bowman, Hilda Bianca, Thranduil, Tauriel, Original Character(s)

Tauriel's fate after the Battle of the Five Armies: This is for exploring what happened to Tauriel in canon. Does she wander the world and explore new places? How long does she mourn Kíli? What does she do with the runestone? Does she return to Mirkwood, and if so, how does she manage to get back into Thranduil’s good graces? There are a million different ways to take this, I’d love to see your take on her! Suggested Character(s): Tauriel, Thranduil, Original Character(s)

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The Silmarillion: Magic & Spirits

Houseless Elves: Why did they refuse the call of Mandos? Do Avari even go to Mandos? Can Melkor and Sauron ensnare these spirits for their necromantic purposes? If the call of Mandos is refused once, does that bar them from listening in the future? What kinds of ghosts are haunting Middle-earth in the First Age? What kinds of ghosts haunt Aman? Suggested Character(s): Original Character(s), Melkor

Magic as a connection to the Music/the Song: Magic isn’t always the best-explained in Tolkien’s universe, but what we do know is the incredible power of the Music. How do the Maiar and Valar, who are not technically beings of Arda, interact with the world? How do elves and men (and dwarves! and orcs!) tap into the Song and manipulate it to their benefit (or detriment)? I have the headcanon that Elemmírë, the elf who sung the Aldudénië, is a priestess of Varda; what was the power of that mourning song, and how was it received by her patron Vala? Suggested Character(s): Elemmírë, Varda, Melian, Melkor, Original Character(s)

Nature Spirits: These holes in Tolkien’s worldbuilding are fascinating to me. What role do nature spirits play? How many are there? I’m thinking particularly of river spirits, like the River-woman and Goldberry, but there are probably also mountain spirits and water spirits and-and-and... Are they Maiar? Lesser beings? What do the Maiar we know of think about them? Gandalf seems the kind to listen to them and learn their stories, but perhaps Melian sees them more as servants in protecting her realm... Suggested Character(s): Melian, Original Character(s)

The Shadow-shapes in the hills above Cuiviénen: What were these shapes? Melkor’s prototypical monsters, Maiar who didn’t know how to interact with the Children, something else entirely? What did the original elves believe about them? Did they fear them, did they try to appease them, did they try to confront them? I headcanon that Elemmírë is an Unbegotten elf, so perhaps she lost friends to the Shadows, or thought she did. If the Shadows did take elves, was it out of malice or curiosity or a desire to protect them from whatever Melkor was planning? Suggested Character(s): Melkor, Elemmírë, Original Character(s)

The Void: Melkor spends a whole lot of time here. Does he have any company? Something or someone he makes to pass the time with? Do the Valar (like Manwë or Námo or Varda or Nienna) visit him there? What is the nature of the Void, is it pure emptiness or chaotic magic or a nightmare machine? Is Melkor being punished or is he being contained? And where are the boundaries of the Void? Varda rules the heavens; does her realm bleed into Melkor’s prison? Suggested Character(s): Melkor, Varda, Original Character(s)

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The Silmarillion: Elven Relationships

Note: This request deals with relationships, and while I’m open to pretty much anything, please keep in mind my DNWs. Exploring these topics using canon relationships is a safe bet; I adore Maedhros/Fingon so having a look at them through this lens would be amazing; I have Aredhel as a character request here, and I see her as aromantic (“to none was her heart’s love given”) so while showing her in a relationship is fine, I’d love it if you could take her lack of romantic feelings into account; if you have a question about another ship, you can check to see what I’ve written and/or send me anon message! Additionally, a lot of these talk about soul bonds, which I’m very interested in, but one of my DNWs is soulmates. To me the concepts are very different things; it’s the destiny and inevitability and universal assumption of romance that really squick me out about soulmates. Soul bonds, on the other hand, have an aspect of choice to them that I really dig. So, please don’t make characters Fated For One Another, but please do explore what joining souls is like!

Laws & Customs of the Eldar: Boy do I have a lot of feelings about LaCE—and I’m always intrigued by other people’s feelings, too! I’d love to see an exploration of how these laws and customs came to be, which parts of the rules around marriage and children and re-embodiment are social constructs and which are innate to the fëa and hröa, and/or relationships that defy the norms. If your take on the laws is hetero/cisnormative, how does that affect queer elves? If your take is free of bigotry, what are the flexibilities around queerness, including asexuality and aromanticism? Laws and customs and rules always have loopholes and exceptions, so what do elves who don’t fit into the expected relationship mold do about these norms? Suggested Character(s): Aredhel, Maedhros, Fingon, Elrond, Any Unbegotten Elf Character(s)

Arranged Marriages among the Eldar: Russingon arranged marriage AU?? Orrrr....Maedhros or Fingon are politically engaged to someone else, and they have to deal with the ramifications of that? (Please don’t have them actually go through with the marriage if you go that route; I’m not interested in a story with Fingon having a wife, even if she’s a beard.) If elves (usually) only love once, and by declaration of the Valar can only marry once (Finwë being the somewhat disastrous exception), how is an arranged marriage justified within the cultural emphasis on these bonds? Are they more like arranged romances, people pushing their children together in hopes that they’ll fall in love? Or is it a stricter rule about “you do what’s best for this family”? (Note: Bad/cruel parenting is one of my major DNWs, so if you’re going that route, please don’t make the parent uncaring or malicious. Stubborn and narrow-minded is fine, as is the genuine belief that this is what’s best for the child, but ideally they’ll learn from their mistakes or perhaps everything will be interrupted and derailed by Canon Events. This is especially important wrt to Fëanor.) Suggested Character(s): Maedhros, Fingon

Creation/Discovery of soul bonds: How do soul bonds work on a metaphysical level? Can they be broken? Do they have to be nurtured and maintained? What’s long-distance communication like? Heck, what’s short-distance communication like, is it like talking in your mind or sharing your feelings or more abstract than that? Can elves form soul bonds with mortals? And most importantly—how did elves figure out they could soul bond with one another?? I can imagine that would be quite a shock when they’re discovering sex and then suddenly they’re inside each other’s minds! Suggested Character(s): Any Unbegotten Elf Character(s)

Non-romantic/sexual soul bonds: I’m good with practically any relationship here. Explore sibling bonds, twin bonds, parent-child bonds, queerplatonic bonds, found family bonds, adoption bonds, the bond between a Vala and their Maia...any kind of soul bond that is familial or platonic or chosen without regard to romance! (Feel free to take a canon romantic relationship and turn it queerplatonic, I live for that shit!) How are these bonds formed outside of sex? What are the rituals and ceremonies around forming them? Is it a public or private thing? Are non-romantic soul bonds taken seriously, or are they seen as less important than marriage bonds? Since elven parents literally give part of their soul in the creation of the child, is that parent-child bond innate? Suggested Character(s): Aredhel, Any Unbegotten Elf Character(s)

Elven adoption: I nominated this with Kidnap Dads in mind (if you go that route I love fluff for them as well as more nuanced/complicated takes on the situation, but whatever you do don’t make M&M cruel, and please include Maedhros as a parental figure alongside Maglor)...but hey, it could work for Fingon (and Maedhros) adopting Gil-galad! What are traditions around elven adoption? Are there soul bonds created between the adoptive parents and children? Was adoption even a thing in Aman, or is it only practiced in Middle-earth? Did elves adopt mortals and vice versa? Is adoption extended to found family other than a parent-child situation? How is adoption viewed by elvish society, especially if inheritance/succession is a concern? Suggested Character(s): Maedhros, Fingon, Elros Tar-Minyatur, Elrond

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The Silmarillion: Noldorin Politics

Original Fëanorian follower(s) who turned on their lords at Sirion: Okay, this is a character tag, but I’m absolutely obsessed with this line: “For the sons of Fëanor that yet lived came down suddenly upon the exiles of Gondolin and the remnant of Doriath, and destroyed them. In that battle some of their people stood aside, and some few rebelled and were slain upon the other part aiding Elwing against their own lords (for such was the sorrow and confusion in the hearts of the Eldar in those days).” Who were these people who followed the Fëanorians into exile, into a Kinslaying, through the burning of the ships, through 30 years of Maglor as a king-regent incapable of treating with the Nolofinwëans, through the scattering of their lords and the harsh conditions of the North, through the Bragollach and the Nírnaeth and a “wild and woodland life” and the Second Kinslaying (where some of them went as far as to abandon children in the winter woods to die because they thought it was what their lord/s would want), through isolation and hatred from every other elven group, through the plan to attack a refugee camp—through ALL OF THAT, and THEN they turn on their lords at Sirion??? Why betray your lords NOW? And the people who DID keep following them after that (after kidnapping children!!!), what were they thinking?? — I firmly believe that Maedhros has many escapees from Angband in his service who are ride or die for him and whose morality was somewhat warped by Angband, but what about Maglor’s followers? Caranthir’s? Ambarussa’s? Even Celegorm and Curufin’s?? There’s just SO MUCH potential for story here, I’m dying to read about them!

Noldorin lines of succession: Was It Sexist Or Was It Not: The Eternal Question aka Why Didn’t Idril Become High Queen After Turgon? Also, what does “eldest of the house of Finwë, and not the least wise” even MEAN, Maedhros?? How did Gil-galad come to power? I find it hard to believe he became king immediately after Gondolin fell; was it a wartime power grab? A battlefield promotion? How did the kingship get established in the first place? Why was Finwë chosen to go with Oromë to Aman? Was Maglor ever really king, or did he only rule as a regent for the missing Maedhros? Suggested Character(s): Finwë, Gil-galad, Maglor

Origins of Gil-galad: I am always so interested in takes on Gil-galad’s parentage. My favorites are Russingon baby Gil (through trans mpreg or adoption, both are good) and secret peredhel Gil (probably an Aegnor/Andreth baby adopted by Orodreth), but I also love Finduilas Is Gil-galad and honestly, any situation is fascinating here—just convince me! A possible way to explore this is through Outsider POV; some noble or historian trying to figure out just what the heck is up with Gil-galad. His parentage being confusing in-canon is so fun!! Suggested Character(s): Gil-galad, Original Nobility of the Noldor

Maglor's Kingship between Maedhros' capture and rescue: Was Maglor ever really king? Did he give up on Maedhros early on, or did he cling to the hope that he still lived? Did his brothers turn to him for support, or did they connive to take responsibility from him? The rift between the Noldor wasn’t healed until Maedhros’ rescue; did Maglor try to cooperate with Fingolfin, or did he keep his people isolated? Was he relieved when Maedhros came back and took responsibility, or was he resentful to lose his power? How does this situation (and Maglor not going to rescue Maedhros) affect M&M’s relationship later on? Suggested Character(s): Maglor, Original Fëanorian follower(s)..., Curufin, Caranthir

Dwarf-Elf relations in the First Age & Dwarf-kingdoms: Dwarf-friends!!! Yes!!! I love elves and dwarves being buds (or partners if you’d like to go that route!) <3 IIRC, Curufin learned Khuzdul, and I’m sure Celebrimbor did too; Caranthir was supposedly rude to the dwarves, but what if that’s just his (and their!) love language? How did relations between the Sindar and the dwarves sour over time? Maedhros was friends with Azaghâl; how did that relationship begin? How did Finrod’s contract with the dwarves blossom into a real friendship? Eöl was also buddies with the dwarves; did he ever bump into Curufin or Caranthir while at a trade festival or something? And the dwarf kingdoms of the First Age are fascinating on their own, too; what was the political structure like? Did the dwarves bring items from the other side of the mountains into Beleriand? How did the petty-dwarves get exiled? What happened to Nogrod and Belegost in the War of Wrath, and were they ever re-established after the sinking of Beleriand? Suggested Character(s): Curufin, Caranthir

Guilds and Noble Houses of Tirion: Give me a Tirion political drama! Finwë trying to appease his lords and craftseldar? Indis integrating into Noldorin society and making connections with the noble houses? Arranged marriage situation between Nolofinwë and Anairë? The younger princes running amok and causing chaos in their elders’ carefully-laid plans and delicately balanced alliances? Suggested Character(s): Finwë, Indis, Original Nobility of the Noldor, Curufin, Caranthir, Maglor

Roles and Responsibilities in the Noldorin Royal Family: There were oodles of princes in Valinor. What did they all do? How did they get the followers who came with them to Middle-earth? Were they free to pursue their own crafts, or did they have responsibilities to the common people? How did this change in Middle-earth when suddenly everyone was in danger and had more pressing needs? What is it like being a re-embodied royal in a society that’s adapted to life without you? Suggested Character(s): Finwë, Indis, Maglor, Curufin, Caranthir, Gil-galad

Fashion as Political Statement: This is an excuse to request Color Coding Politics. Fëanorian red! Nolofinwëan blue! Findis wearing Aggressively Neutral White! Lalwen in orange? Arafinwë in yellow? Finwë in an amazing technicolor dream-coat...or more likely just red, showing his bias once more? Art of this would be absolutely fantastic. I have lots of headcanons about color politics; feel free to ask me about them if you choose this option. Suggested Character(s): Curufin, Caranthir, Gil-galad, Finwë

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The Silmarillion: Trauma & Religion

War of Wrath: For a war that took so long and had such wide-reaching repercussions, we really don’t have very many details about this. It’s free real estate, basically! I have my favorite characters (Maedhros, Maglor, Elrond, Elros, Gil-galad...) that you could use to explore this time period, but literally anyone who’s alive at this point is fair game. And OCs! What do the Noldor and Vanyar (and Telerin sailors) feel about the War and interacting with the war-weary exiles and Sindar and Men of late-stage Beleriand? What kind of culture shock/culture clash is there? Were re-embodied exiles permitted to return to Middle-earth, or were they barred from going to war again? Suggested Character(s): Original Noldorin Character, Original Vanyarin Character

Trauma after the War of Wrath for elves and humans & Exiles adjusting to life in the Undying Lands post War of Wrath & Dealing with psychological trauma in Valinor: Trauma was commonplace in Beleriand, but not so much in Valinor. What’s it like for exiles who sail West to be in a society that doesn’t know how to support them? Are the Valar having to learn how to deal with the trauma of living elves super quickly, or are they reticent to change? How do the exiles interact with their re-embodied kin? What do the Vanyar and other Amanyar think of these elves who have been so deeply hurt? What kinds of treatises on psychology are penned by scholars with little to no previous experience? What is therapy like in Valinor? Do the exiles get together for support groups since no one else understands them? Or did the trauma of the Darkening and the First Kinslaying wake up the Amanyar and get their act together before then; are the exiles surprised by the structures already in place to support them? And what about Avari who have been dying steadily all this time from accidents and incidents in Middle-earth? If they’ve been re-embodied, how do they engage with the Eldar who have similar traumas? Suggested Character(s): Estë, Finrod, Maeglin, Original Noldorin Character, Original Vanyarin Character, Rúmil, Any Avarin Elf Character(s)

Worship of the Valar and Religion & Avarin religious culture: Do the Vanyar really worship the Valar, or do they seem them as hyper-powerful neighbors? What are priests and priestesses like in a world where the gods walk among you? How does each kindred of the elves interact with the Valar? Are Maiar viewed as equal worshippers/servants or as deities in their own right? Do the Avari even know about or acknowledge the Valar? Do they worship the stars, or simply Eru? Suggested Character(s): Pengolodh, Rúmil, Any Avarin Elf Character(s)

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Middle-earth Legendarium: Magic & Spirits

Afterlives: This is pretty vague, but I think it’s referring to the various kinds of afterlife. What are the Halls of Mandos like? What happens to spirits who don’t go to Mandos? Do Men pass through Mandos on the way to Beyond? What happens to Men? Are they reincarnated in the more traditional understanding of the word, do they go to some other realm similar to Arda, are they just endlessly partying it up with Eru? Do dwarves really go to the Halls, or is that just a superstition? And of course, what about orcs? Suggested Character(s): Námo

Fate of orc souls after death: Yeah, really, what about orcs? If the orcs were originally elves twisted into Morgoth’s servants, are their spirits still elven? Are they reborn as they once were, elven despite their life as an orc? What about orcs who are many generations removed from their elvish ancestors? Do they have fëar? Can orcs be rehabilitated? I refuse to accept that all orcs are inherently evil; but what does everyone believe in-universe? Suggested Character(s): Námo, Original Orc Character(s)

Foresight and Prophecy and Doom: I’m honestly not sure if this fanon or canon, but Finarfin and his line having foresight through Indis is a wonderful concept and I’d love an exploration of that. How accurate is foresight? Can fate be circumvented? Are prophecies like the Doom of the Noldor self-fulfilling, or are they warnings about possible futures, or are they curses upon people? If you have a high Doom upon you, does that end with your death, or does it follow you to Mandos and beyond? Suggested Character(s): Námo, Finarfin

Songs and Words of Power: Rap battles with Sauron! ...joking aside, song as magic is just fascinating to me. How does this connect to the Ainulindalë and the Song of the World? The elves named themselves Quendi, the Speakers; how do they view the power of words and their ability to change the world around them? Can music be used as a force of destruction or a weapon (battle bard Maglor)? Can it be used to manipulate someone’s mind (Sauron)? Suggested Character(s): Maglor, Sauron

Stars and Starlight: “All light is sacred to the Eldar...but wood-elves love best the light of the stars.” Okay, sorry for being a Hobbit movie apologist on main, but I do love Tauriel! How do elves view starlight? Is it holy, or are the stars more like their friends and guides? Did the Avari choose to remain in Middle-earth partially because of their love for the stars, which were drowned out by the light of the Trees? How does Eärendil feel about being a star; does he feel blasphemous or holy? What legends and superstitions are there among Avari and Men and others who don’t know the origins of Gil-Estel about the new star in the sky? Suggested Character(s): Morwë, Eärendil

The Unseen Realm: This is the in-between world where Frodo goes when he wears the ring, the world that the Nazgûl in their half-life inhabit. Are Ainur able to slip into this realm at will? Did Gandalf walk invisible in Gondolin? How does Sauron manipulate this realm to his purposes? Is this where elves go if they fade? (I don’t usually like Maglor fading, but it could be an interesting way to explore this...) Suggested Character(s): Námo, Sauron, Nazgûl, Maglor

Magical Artefacts & Magical Communications: Palantíri! Galadriel’s mirror! Ósanwë! All sorts of cool ways to talk with magic. Do the Rings of Power enable long-distance ósanwë? Did the Silmarils contain pieces of Fëanor’s soul? What other marvelous magical creations were there that didn’t make it into the Legendarium we know? Suggested Character(s): Sauron, Maglor, Eärendil

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Middle-earth Legendarium: Politics & Lore

Feudalism between Eldar and Edain: We have Edain entering into the service of Noldorin lords (Bëor and Finrod, Hador and Fingolfin, Amlach and Maedhros) and land being given to Men by elves (or not, in Haleth’s case)...how far did this feudal relationship extend? Were the Edain mostly autonomous or were they very much bound to their elven lords? Were there common elves who paid tribute to Edain lords? Can any relationship between elves and Men truly be equal if this is the way they originated? Fealty kink? Suggested Character(s): Curufin, Original Elf Character

Fourth Age Tirion: What’s Tirion like with a bunch of dead people walking around living again, and a bunch of weird legends now imposing in daily life? What’s the first meeting of Rúmil and Pengolodh like—who geeks out over whom? Are the Fëanorians back yet? Is the average elf even really aware of all the nonsense that happened in Middle-earth, or are they extremely unimpressed with King So-and-So of a square of land that’s now underwater trying to cut them in line at the coffee shop? Suggested Character(s): Original Elf Character, Pengolodh, Rúmil of Tirion, Celebrimbor, Elrond, Galadriel

Relationship between Noldor and Dwarves: See “Dwarf-Elf relations in the First Age & Dwarf-kingdoms” in my Silm request for a starting point...but also, was Elrond’s Last Homely House open to dwarves? How did Galadriel come to respect the dwarves, especially after her Sindar kin grew to hate them? Suggested Character(s): Curufin, Celebrimbor, Elrond, Galadriel

Timekeeping between the Death of the Two Trees and the Rise of the Sun and Moon: Tolkien’s math drives me ABSOLUTELY INSANE. His timelines are contradictory, I get headaches just thinking about the length of elf pregnancy, what does aging mean for an immortal species, WHY ARE TREE YEARS LIKE THAT and WHAT IS A YÉN? Please try and make sense of this for me, I beg of thee. I’m especially interested in the time period between the Death of the Trees and the Rise of the Sun and Moon. Did the Noldor wander the Helcaraxë for 3 years or 30? How long was Maitimo in Angband? Did the Sindar even realize something was different? How did people start calculating Sun years? When was the calendar of the First Age adopted? Who did all this math? Is there an in-universe explanation for these contradictions? Do people fight over math? Do the Ainur experience time the same way the Children do? Did some Noldo genius come up with a timekeeping system that worked with the Moon, only for the Sun to come along and muck it up? Suggested Character(s): Pengolodh, Rúmil of Tirion, Original Elf Character, Fëanor - really any scholarly character, tbh!

Treatment of Angband's Escaped Thralls: Which kinds of escapees choose to go to Himring with Maedhros the Tall, and which choose to go to Gondolin and the House of the Hammer of Wrath? Was Rôg an escapee too? Can Maedhros really tell who’s been turned by the Enemy? Does Thingol have the right of it in turning away thralls from Doriath? (If he even does that, I’m now researching this and I’m not sure it’s actually canon...) What was it like for Maedhros and Gwindor to readjust to elven society? Did Elrond grow up surrounded by Fëanorian followers who escaped Angband, and is that where he learned healing? Suggested Character(s): Original Elf Character, Elrond

In-universe authorial bias in historical texts: All of the Legendarium is a history, which means there’s bound to be unreliable narrators. Was Maeglin really as evil as the story says? What gets left out of the narrative? What gets lost in translation? Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? Suggested Character(s): Pengolodh, Rúmil of Tirion

Trade in Middle-earth: What was trade like in First Age Beleriand? What about Second Age trade between Númenor and the mainland? Was Ost-in-Edhil a trade hub? After Sauron returned and traveling became dangerous, what intrepid traders braved the wilds for the sake of goods and money? How was currency developed around the world? Suggested Character(s): Curufin, Celebrimbor, Elrond, Galadriel

Orcs Surviving the Wars: Again, I don’t believe that all orcs are irredeemably, inherently evil. Were they persecuted and stamped out after the Ring War, or did some escape and adapt to a life without a harsh overlord? What’s orc agriculture like? Would Elrond take a chance on rehabilitating an orc in Rivendell? What if orcs were more complicated all along, and it’s the histories that simplified them to cardboard-cutout villains? Suggested Character(s): Original Elf Character, Pengolodh, Celebrimbor, Elrond, Galadriel

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The Adventure Zone: Balance

My only non-Tolkien request, oops. Don’t think I’m not as interested in this request, though; I’m the only one who nominated for it, so I picked my very favorite concepts and I’d love to see what you do with them!

Angus McDonald’s Grandfather: This guy’s name was lost to time, and he loves silverware, and he has a grandson, and that’s pretty much all we know about him. Was he involved in the Relic Wars somehow? Did his name get eaten by the Voidfish? I imagine he’s a rather eccentric fellow; how much of that did he pass on to Angus? Is he even real, or was Angus lying to Tres Horny Boys about his destination?

Any Wonderland Adventurer(s): I’d love to see what happens to the other people who go to Wonderland before our boys. Do they all die? How many get what they want and get out? Do any of them have weaker moral compasses than THB and agree to advertise for Edward and Lydia? What if Edward or Lydia fell in love with an adventurer and trapped them there? What kinds of things do people sacrifice to the Wheel? We know about the Escape Game and the Healing Game; what about the Recovery Game? How long has Wonderland been around? How has it evolved over time? What was it like before Edward and Lydia got ahold of the Animus Bell? How did they get ahold of it? (Personally I think Barry just gave it to them...but did he have to go through the trials first?)

Differences within species between the Two-Sunned World and Faerun: I love the fanon that Two-Sun elves are juuust a little different from Faerun elves...like Taako’s echolocation, for example. But what if this applies to the other species like gnomes and dwarves and even humans? How are the Seven Birds just a liiiitle off from everyone else around them? Also, Cat Elves. This is an excuse for Two-Sun Cat Elves. GIVE TAAKO A TAIL. (I mean, or not, do what you want, but I’d love to see that, lol.) Suggested Character(s): Any Member(s) of the IPRE, Original Character(s)

Reclaimers before Tres Horny Boys: Who were the other Reclaimers? Who did Lucretia trust to carry out this dangerous mission? How did they all each, inevitably fail? What if Magic Brian was a Reclaimer gone wrong? What was the last straw for Lucretia, the last failure that made her scheme to get her boys back? And the other Reclaimers weren’t officially disbanded right away; how did they feel about the new guys in town, and losing their jobs to these doofuses? Suggested Character(s): Lucretia, Original Character(s)

The Relic Wars: There were wars about the Relics!!! Wars!! That everyone forgot!! Wars where people that THB knew died!! And then we never get into this in canon! It drives me nuts! I would love to see an exploration of this chaotic time period, what the IPRE did to mitigate the damage, which relics were obvious and terrifying and which were secret and terrifying, etc... I’ve written a bit about Relic War-era Hurloane, but what were the other NPCs doing? (Or Hurley and Sloane too, I’d love to see your take on them too!) When Lucretia wiped everyone’s memories, what was lost? (I suspect Angus’ Grandfather got caught up in that...) How did those missing memories lead people to the Bureau of Balance? Suggested Character(s): Lucretia, Any Member(s) of the IPRE, Angus McDonald’s Grandfather

The Robot World's crystal post-Story and Song: The IPRE promised to return the Robot World’s crystal if they ever managed to defeat the Hunger...and we know they can plane hop from the casino liveshow...so, did they ever return the crystal? How did that go down? How does the Robot World rebuild itself? And if we’re going into it being the (K)nights Arc’s setting, are there other characters than Troth that we might recognize? Suggested Character(s): Magnus Burnsides, Lucretia, Any Member(s) of the IPRE

Worlds that survived the Hunger: In the worlds where the IPRE found the Light of Creation before the Hunger arrived, what was it like for the people there who had to endure the Hunger’s attack? What was the scope of the destruction? How did they rebuild afterward? Does uniting against a common enemy bring the people of the world together and create more Tesseralia-like societies? How many people knew about the IPRE, and what did they think about them? When they hear the Story and Song, what’s the reaction? If they didn’t know about the IPRE what myths do they create to explain the Hunger? Suggested Character(s): Lucretia, Original Character(s)

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Alright, that’s the end of my prompts/requests! Thanks for reading this far, and whatever you end up writing for me I am super excited to read it!! And if you have questions or ideas or something, my askbox is open and I have anon messages on, I’d love to talk! Thank you again for creating for me, you are the best! <3

[in-dreams-dark]

boobs are always in the way, part ii

pairing: thorin oakenshield x human female reader

genre: comedy, fluff

word count: 3,697

warnings: again, a lot of sexual tension between the reader and thorin, but with a little bit of sexy time ;)

gif and characters aren’t mine

You shivered violently, trying to keep warm while standing on one side of the barge, but to no avail. You couldn’t help but wish your teeth would stop clicking together so you could tell Thorin to get his sweet ass over here and warm you up. You huffed out a laugh, catching Ori’s attention. He gave you a sympathetic look and you briefly smiled.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything to offer you to keep warm, Lady (Y/N),“ he said quietly, twiddling his thumbs.

"It’s a-alright, O-Ori,” you reply, trying to smile. “It’s th-the thought that c-counts.”

A small argument with Glóin about him hoarding coin started up and Ori walked over to see what everything was about. Glóin trailed off as every dwarf slowly started standing, one after the other, gaze fixed on the Lonely Mountain as it came into view through the thick fog hanging over the lake. The red-haired dwarf coughed up a small bag of coin just as Bard suddenly demanded his payment. When Thorin tried to refuse, the bargeman said that their freedom relied on it. That meant the Master’s spies were in close proximity, and your absolute favorite scene was just about to unfold before your eyes.

Everyone quickly clambered into the barrels, leaving you alone once again. You walked over to stand next to Bard and looked at him, then Thorin.

“W-w-what do I d-do?” you asked, your shivering making you stutter. “I-I’m too t-tall to fit in w-with one of th-them.”

Thorin cursed quietly, as if only just remembering that you had no warm clothing, and stepped forward to rub his callous hands over your arms. You smiled at his effort; he cared so much for other people and it warmed your heart.

“My deepest apologies, my lady,” he said to you, fixing you with a slightly guilty look. “I have been too caught up in my own world to remember you don’t have proper clothing to cover yourself and keep warm.” You waved his apology away, but he shook his head. “You can’t be seen looking as such in any situation.”

Movement caught your eye and you looked at Bard in the same moment he draped his coat over your shoulders. Your muscles relaxed a bit with the warmth it provided and you sighed quietly. You didn’t miss when Thorin’s jaw muscles ticked and his blue eyes hardened into ice. Once making sure you were okay, Thorin stiffly climbed into his barrel and crouched low to keep out of sight.

“You’ll have to pose as a visiting friend of mine,” Bard said quickly, adjusting the beige tunic he wore underneath.

“W-won’t me wearing your coat arouse suspicion?”

“You have a valid point,” he said, thinking as his eyes searched yours. You never noticed, but Bard’s eyes were a beautiful and warm dark brown. Friendly and comforting. “We’ll act as though we are courting, though only in the public eye. Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment.”

You nodded and watched as he docked the barge and went to converse with a fisherman. You knew what was going to happen, but hearing the dwarves and Bilbo’s quiet yet panicked commentary was too funny. You had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing when they all got fish dumped into their barrels. Bard returned to your side, and a small smile adorning his lips as you met his gaze. His weathered face made him look older than he was, but his smile made him look a handful of years younger.

It fell away, however, as he pulled the barge away from the dock and steered it towards the city gate. Groans and complaints were heard from a few barrels, so Bard stepped forward to kick the nearest one.

“Quiet,” he warned in a hushed voice. “We’re approaching the toll gate."His words effectively silenced everyone, including yourself. You watched as the iron cross-hatch of the gate came into view through the thick fog. You could almost hear the soundtrack from the movie in your head.

Percy walked out of the booth with a lantern in hand, requesting Bard’s papers. You stood silently next to Bard as the two exchanged small talk. Percy stamped the Master’s crest on each sheet when Alfrid suddenly appeared and plucked Bard’s papers out of Percy’s hands. He ordered Captain Braga and the guards to dump the barrels into the lake, claiming that they were supposed to be empty. You exchanged a look with the bargeman, then he quickly made a point about dumping fish back into the water when the people of Lake-town are starving. Alfrid’s jaw ticked as Bard said something about riots starting, and he called off the guards. You smiled, unintentionally catching the attention of the Master’s right hand.

“And who might you be, beautiful?” the man asked as he circled around to your back. He looked over your shoulder and down your shirt, getting an eye-full of your bust as he ran his hand up your arm. Uncomfortable and blushing angrily, you pulled the coat tighter around your chest and was milliseconds from throwing that skank off the barge when a deep voice stopped you.

“The woman I am courting,” Bard answered for you as Alfrid suddenly stiffened, becoming uneasy. He scurried around in front of you as the bargeman draped his arm over your shoulder protectively. Your heart beat just a little faster at your close proximity, but you shook it off when you realized that you had imagined Thorin doing so instead of Bard. You pulled on a convincing smile and wrapped your arm around the bargeman’s waist.

“(First Name) (Last Name), at your service,” you say with a respectful bow of your head. Alfrid looked uncertainly between the two of you and he reminded you of a dog who was caught chewing his master’s slippers. No pun intended. You could almost see his tail between his legs as he backed off.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t ogle my future wife,” Bard warned in a dark tone.

“Of course,” Alfrid murmured sourly. “Congratulations to you both.” He and the Master’s guards sauntered off, the former none-too-happy with the situation. You put some space between you and Bard as soon as he was out of sight, making Percy shoot a questioning look at you. Bard placed a few coins in his hand and grabbed his papers before heading back to the rudder. Percy nodded in understanding and yelled for the gate to open. The barge slipped silently through, and the Company of Thorin Oakenshield was one step closer to Erebor.

As Bard steered the barge through the maze of waterways that was Lake-town, you stood next to him and admired the homes and shops that looked in desperate need of repair and a fresh coat of paint. The buildings were a lot closer than you would think, so much so that you were getting a little claustrophobic. Everyone seemed to be wearing scraps of clothing haphazardly stitched together and there wasn’t a single smile on the faces you passed. Deciding to get your mind off the poverty and depression of Lake-town, you turned to Bard, catching his eye.

“I, uh, want to thank you,” you started out a little awkwardly, “for saving me from Alfrid. I was sure he was gonna start feeling me up any second.” Bard smiled discreetly and looked down at you, amusement in his eyes.

“There have been many a victim of Alfrid’s incessant pestering. Besides,” he said, smoothly transitioning into your faux fiancé as the barge neared a dock crowded with people, “how could I let my love endure that kind of treatment?”

“Of course, my darling,” you say, catching on quickly. Bard steered it past the dock, however, and opted for one slightly hidden from prying eyes. He offered you his hand and you accepted it as you stepped onto the dock. He told you to wait there while he helped the Company out of the barrels. You nodded and watched as he quickly went back and pushed over a couple of barrels and pulled Bilbo up. The poor hobbit was covered in fish scales and looked miserable. You ushered him over and he walked cautiously to you.

“Are we really in a safe location?” he asks you quietly, apprehensively, eyes darting around his surroundings before landing on your own.

“No, but then again, there isn’t really a safe place in Lake-town,” you say, turning to look at Dwalin as Bard tried to help him out. That stubborn old man looked ready to bite his hand off. He and the rest of the Company pulled themselves out of the barrels and gathered around you on the dock. You smiled when Thorin’s icy blue eyes met yours and moved to stand in front of him. He looked relieved, but it quickly washed away to confusion when he saw what you were wearing.

“Why are you still in possession of the bargeman’s coat?” he asked with a pinched tone, as if trying not to get angry. You rolled your eyes at his question.

“It’s cold, Thorin,” you answered, pulling the coat tighter around yourself for emphasis. “Bard noticed and was ever so kind enough to lend it to me until I can get something else.”

“I don’t see how that’s a valid excuse to wear his clothing,” he murmured a bit harshly, looking down your body unabashedly. “In dwarven culture, it’s an extremely intimate action that suggests that you have slept with him.”

“Thorin!” you whisper-shouted at him, slapping his shoulder. What had gotten into him? Why was he reacting so strangely over you wearing Bard’s coat? Realization suddenly dawned on you and you leveled the dwarf with narrowed eyes and a smirk. “Are you jealous of Bard?”

Thorin froze for a mere second, but it was all you needed.

“You are!“ you exclaimed as Bard walked past you to get to the front of the group. He shushed you and placed a hand on your upper arm. You apologized, blushing a bit at being too loud. Thorin, however, had a different idea. "We’ll talk about this later, Thorin.” He seethed in silence, a death glare directed at the bargeman, who offered you his arm.

“Listen up, y'all,” you said quietly, gaining the Company’s attention. Bofur wolf-whistled lowly when he caught sight of you and Bard and you rolled your eyes. “Bard and I have to pose as a courting couple while we’re in the public eye so as to not raise suspicion, alright?”

“Stay close,” Bard said after their nods of acknowledgment, then started leading you and the Company away from the barge. “Follow me.”

Guilt started to eat at you as you weaved your way through the maze of Lake-town’s side streets. You could feel Thorin’s eyes burning into the back of your head and you desperately wanted to tell him that there was absolutely nothing between you and Bard.

“What is this place?” you hear Bilbo ask from behind you.

“This, Master Baggins, is the world of Men,” Thorin responds sourly. He wasn’t happy about anything in this situation, and he wasn’t afraid to let it be known.

“Keep your heads down, keep moving,” Bard says as he stops and allows the Company to walk ahead of the two of you. As they file by, a guard suddenly points at Bard and called for the Company to stop in the name of the Master. Your eyes widened; you didn’t remember this from the movie.

“Come on, move!” Thorin urged, and he rushed in the opposite direction with your companions close behind. Another guard stood in the way, and as Thorin tried to back up, the narrow path quickly becoming bottlenecked. The dwarves were quick to knock out a few guards who rushed at them, but the Captain of the Guard arrived with reinforcements, commanding the townspeople to stay where they are. You quickly hid next to Bard as the Company found their own hiding spots, a few with oars for weapons, and waited with bated breath as the guards slowly walked through the busy market. Bard grabbed your hand and told you to play along as he swiftly walked out in front of the Captain.

“Braga!” Bard greeted, faux surprise on his face. He was pretty good at acting, you weren’t gonna lie.

“You…what’re you up to, Bard?” Braga asked with suspicion. His eyes flicked to you and you gave him a smile in return. Perhaps he’ll think you’re some air-headed woman who’s head over heels for the bargeman?

“Me?” Bard repeated. “Nothing. We’re up to nothing.”Braga became impatient and pushed the two of you out of the way, looking into the alley where the Company was expertly hiding.

“Hey Braga,” Bard said as he let go of your hand to hold up a white top. “Your wife would look lovely in this.”

“Picked it out myself,” you commented, giggling behind your hand. He regarded you, and then Bard suspiciously for a silent moment.

“How do you know my wife?”

“I know her as well as any man in this town,” Bard replies with innocence. That struck a chord with the Captain. He tore the shirt out of Bard’s hands and threw it to the ground before walking away angrily. Quickly regrouping with the Company, you took off in a back alley, headed towards Bard’s house. Just before you could cross over to another street, Bard’s only son, Bain, suddenly called out from a little ways away. He ran over to his father, who placed his hands on his son’s shoulders and smiled.

“Bain, what are you doing here?” Bard asked, looking into his boy’s eyes.

“Our house, it’s being watched,” his son said quickly, panting as if he had run all over town to find his father. Bard looked around and the wheels started turning in his head as he thought of what to do. He quickly grabbed your hand and spoke lowly to you and Bain, creating a plan to fool the network of the Master’s spies.

After sharing his plan with the Company, you split ways, with Thorin looking livid as you wrapped your arm around Bard’s. You walked all over town, going back into the market to purchase some groceries, then headed towards Bard’s home as inconspicuously as the three of you could manage. You and Bard honestly looked like a pretty legit couple, and Bain looked a bit lost with the whole act, but he still did well. After climbing the stairs to Bard’s home, you made eye contact with the bargeman and grabbed an apple from the bag of groceries. After whistling to catch the attention of the two fishermen sitting in a boat below the deck, you tossed the fruit down and one of the men caught it.

“You can tell the Master we’re done for the day,” Bard said as he opened the door and allowed you to step in first. You walked in and moved to the end of the table to allow room for Bard and Bain. You first noticed the warmth of their home. It was inviting, comforting, and reminded you of your own home. It smelled wonderful, as if something had been cooking all day. You next noticed a young woman and a young girl preparing supper in the kitchen directly in front of you. You smiled as you recognized Sigrid and Tilda, Bard’s daughters.

“Da, I was worried sick!” Sigrid greeted her father excitedly, hurrying over to hug him tightly with Tilda following. The girls turned and regarded you with questioning looks. “Who is this, Da? A friend?”

Tilda suddenly let out a joyous gasp, mouth wide open and eyes sparkling. Startled, you looked at her with a humorous smile.

“Da, are you courting her?!” she asked excitedly, looking between the two of you and tugging on Bard’s sleeve. You laughed at her father’s expression, meeting his eyes as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“No, Tilda, we’re simply posing as such to trick the Master’s guards,” you say with a warm smile directed at her. She faltered a moment, then furrowed her brows.

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m a Soothsayer from a far land,” you reply with a wink. “My name is (Y/N). It’s very nice to meet you both.” The sisters looked stunned and a little excited at this prospect. You met Bard’s amused eyes and shared a smile with him.

“You mean you can see the future?” Sigrid asked a bit timidly. “Will you tell me what mine will be like?”

“Perhaps later, Sigrid dearest, but right now we have things to do,” you say as you start to take off Bard’s coat. Tilda gasped quietly, Sigrid chuckled uncomfortably, and Bain looked down with a blush on his cheeks as you hand the coat back to its owner. Bard takes it, then clears his throat and pushes his son towards the opposite end of the room.

“Bain, go get them,” he says as he hangs the coat up. “Sigrid, could you get (Y/N) one of your mother’s dresses to change into? And Tilda, help me make tea. We need fourteen mugs for our guests.”

Sigrid nodded and took off towards the stairs leading up. Tilda skipped over to the other side of the kitchen with a grin, her father following. Moments later, Dwalin appeared on the steps, dripping wet and looking angry as always.

“Blankets are to your left,” Bard calls to you as he grabs two mugs from the cupboard. You find a stack neatly folded and quickly hand Dwalin one, then Bilbo and the rest of the dwarves as they appear on the steps, a thank you on their lips the moment you do. Last to appear was, of course, Thorin. As soon as he set his eyes on you, he still looked slightly angry but mostly relieved. You thought it might’ve been because Bard’s coat wasn’t wrapped around your body. You walked over and handed the last blanket to him, avoiding his eyes as you did so.

“(Y/N),” he greeted somewhat coldly. You rolled your eyes and were about to set off on him, but Sigrid interrupted, telling you that she found a dress. You told Thorin you needed to talk as soon as you came back, then followed Sigrid to change.

After Sigrid shut the door on her way out, you let out a loud sigh and ran a hand through your crazy hair. You quickly changed into the dress and looked at yourself in the full-length mirror. It was a beautiful dark blue fabric with silver and white accents along the bodice. It definitely accented the curve of your breasts, waist, and hips, and you had a feeling that Sigrid chose this dress for a reason. You really needed to explain that you were interested in Thorin, not Bard, even if the bargeman was very handsome and kind. You quickly brushed and braided your hair, leaving a few strands loose at the sides of your face, then took one last look in the mirror. The dress looked like it had been expensive; perhaps an anniversary gift from Bard to his wife. You grew worried that Bard would be angry that you were wearing it as you walked down the stairs. You could hear what sounded like the start of an argument over weapons, and you rolled your eyes, remembering the scene from the movie.

“We paid you for weapons, not hammers and pikes!” Glóin said loudly as whoever was holding a weapon tossed it on the table.

“All weapons are kept under lock and key in the armory,” Bard defended as the uproar crested.

“Give the man a break!” you yelled over the noise as you stepped off the last stair. It quieted considerably as seventeen pairs of eyes turned to look at you. “He’s already risked his neck to smuggle us all in, not to mention housing us and providing clothing and food. Show some god damn appreciation.” A few in the Company looked a bit, dare you say, embarrassed at your words, and murmured their thanks. Bard looked impressed and nodded to you in thanks. Tilda suddenly ran up to you and grasped your hand excitedly.

“You look amazing, Miss (Y/N)!”

“Oh, uh, thank you, sweetheart,” you say as a light blush dusted your cheeks. “Your mother’s dress fits me well.”

“I’ll say!” exclaimed Nori from a few paces away. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and he managed to wag his eyebrows at you before Dori slapped the back of his head. Tension seemed to dissipate as laughter filled the air. You met Thorin’s eyes and you motioned for him to join you as Tilda went back to preparing supper with Sigrid. Thorin walked up to you at the same time Bard passed by.

“Bard, is there somewhere Thorin and I can speak privately?” you asked.

“Sigrid and Tilda’s room, if you wish.”

You thanked him and started back up the stairs, Thorin following quietly. You walked into the girls’ room and held the door open for the King before shutting it quietly behind him. As you turned to face him, he suddenly pushed you against the door, his hands braced on either side of your shoulders. You gasped in surprise and at his lustful gaze trained on you as he drew near.

“Thorin, what—”

“Do you enjoy tormenting me so?” he interrupted in a deep and deadly voice that sent delicious shivers down your spine. Your heart rate and breathing spiked as millions of outcomes of this situation sped through your head. “It was not in your power to stop the elves from stealing your dignity, but it was when you accepted that man’s personal clothing and acted as though you were courting.”

“Thorin, you’re overreacting,” you huffed as you rolled your eyes. “You know full well our interaction was nothing but that—an act!”

Thorin growled and suddenly pulled you down to kiss you roughly, making you gasp and melt into him, your eyes sliding closed a moment later. He took the advantage to wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up, not letting up on the assault on your mouth, and placed you on the bed roughly. He climbed up after you and knelt between your legs, one hand latching onto your hip as he kissed you with bruising intent. One of your hands slipped up to the back of the dwarf’s head and tangled in his thick black hair while the other scratched down his muscular back. Even through the fabric of his tunic, it seemed to spark something inside him. He broke away from you and opted to kiss and nip over your jaw and down your neck instead.

“Have you no idea…how I have longed for you?” he asked in between kisses, his deep voice sending more shivers down your spine. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were my One. Seeing you…with that man…set my temper aflame.”

He drew a quiet moan of appreciation when he sucked on a particular soft spot. He took notice and immediately abused your delicate skin, making you cry out softly and give his hair a light tug. He raised his eyes to yours to find you looking down at him with your bottom lip between your teeth and a blush coating your cheeks. The sight of you in this state due to his actions made him smirk. This was nothing, yet you were fidgeting like a virgin.

“And after seeing you dressed so scantily in Mirkwood,” he started as he pulled himself up to loom over you. He trailed one hand through the valley between your breasts and stopped at the curve of your hip, making goosebumps erupt all over your body. “Mahal, I could barely keep my hands to myself.”

“Th-Thorin,” you said quietly, your voice somewhat shaky due to the treatment the King was giving your neck a moment ago. “We need to stop before someone walks in on us!”

Thorin chuckled. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I am aware, amrâlimê,” Thorin said with a gentle voice and he crawled off the bed and helped you stand up. He placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you to the door, opening it then standing behind you. You were feeling a little confused and kind of horny from your passionate make-out session a few moments ago, but you fixed your hair a bit and turned up the collar of the dress when you caught sight of a large purple hickey starting to form as you passed the mirror. “The Company is awaiting their King and Soothsayer for guidance. I will warm your bed when we have more privacy, you have my word.”

You swallowed a bit as you stepped out of the room and started down the stairs, praying to any and all gods that no one had heard your little exchange upstairs. You had your answer when you stepped into the main room and sixteen pairs of eyes met yours.

You’ll never live this down.

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Return Her pt. 6

The Company (and friends) x Reader

Everyone gets caught in the armory cause Kili the lying liar face is much sicker than he let on and nobody would listen to you. Everyone leaves and you stay behind, and look at that Bard let you stay. I hope Kili doesn't die.

---

Bard told you all to stay in the damn house. That it's not a good idea to be out and about when you have no idea what the towns people will do to all of you, but does this lot ever listen?

No, they don't.

As soon as Bard left, grumbling something about some tapestry, everyone gathered and declared that the armory is your best bet. 

You urged against it and stated that getting caught in a town you were illegally smuggled into isn't the best idea, but Thorin just shakes his head and states that Durin's day only grows closer and your chances slimmer.

You argue no more after that and follow them out the door despite the protests of Bard's son. 

How they found the armory so quickly you don't know, but you do know that with how pale and sweaty Kili is looking it's not the best idea to send him in with the other raiders. 

And you say as much. 

While everyone is sneaking around you approach and tap his shoulder gently, whispering when you speak, "Kili, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be out and about like this. Your leg's bleeding again." You can see the white of your shirt sleeves staining red and his forehead is clammy and, when you place your hand on it, extremely warm. 

When you press your hand to his forehead he jerks away and hisses irritatedly, "I'm fine! Stop worrying about my leg like it's any of your business and mind yourself." 

His words hurt your feelings (obviously) and by the way his expression immediately softens he realizes as much. 

He regrets his harsh words instantly and mumbles guiltily, "Y/N-" 

You don't let him finish and briskly walk past him to continue forward with Balin and Thorin, trying to push down the growing anger and sadness seeping inside of you. He's being stupid, and if he wants to ignore it and yell at you then that's his problem. 

When they stop to look at you, you say none too quietly to Thorin, "Kili is in no shape to go through with this. You should make him stay behind."

Thorin looks at you with furrowed brows and shakes his head, raising his hand to signal for everyone to stop, "Does Kili agree with that sentiment?" 

"No..." Yep, he's not going to listen to you. 

"Then he will continue with the rest of us." He states decisively.

God, you knew he would say that. You step closer and shake your head, "But Thorin-"

"Enough! I will not have a member of my company arguing with my decision." He sounds much angrier than you thought he would be, and it successfully makes you seethe on the inside and also a bit embarrassed since he just reprimanded you in front of literally everyone. 

"You're all a bunch of idiots, and your 'decision' is stupid." Is all you say, glaring at him none too happily. 

He's really trying to order you around like another one of his dwarven companions right now, the fucking nerve. Well guess what bucko? When shit goes wrong like you know it will, you're gonna give him the biggest 'I told you so' and rub his face in it for the rest of the trip. 

Before he can respond to your obvious insult (his face becomes very angry and everyone looks at you in alarm and shock) you turn on your heel and walk away from their sneaking figures. 

"Where are you going?" Thorin demands, grabbing your arm none too gently, "You cannot talk to me-"

"Don't touch me." You hiss, ripping your arm away from his hold and sending another withering glare at him, "If you're all going to act like everything is fine and dandy then go ahead, but I'm not going to stick around while you all let him work himself to death." 

And then you walk around the building and leave them all behind, still ignoring the various looks of surprise and horror on their faces. 

---

After about ten minutes of sulking by yourself you go to find them all again. 

Everything went about as well as you expected it would, because when you're within 5 meters of them you hear a crash so freaking loud it no doubt alerted the whole town to your presence. 

Right away you know that the jig is up and you're all going to be caught and, once again, you were right. 

You step up next to Fili who is below the window and say rather smugly despite the situation, "It seems I was right once again." 

He glances up at you, then around at everyone else, and when they go to run away a two armed guards come around the side of the building and aim their pointy things at you. 

"Oh I fucking told you so!" 

---

Your smugness doesn't last for long and is swiftly replaced by worry as everyone is brought to the biggest building in the city where many people gather and a large ugly man and that slimy guy Alfrid come out of said huge building. 

"What is the meaning of this?" The large man cries, looking out at the lot of you with distress.

One of the guards who caught you responds stiffly, "We caught ’em stealing weapons, Sire." 

He narrows his eyes and his voice is unpleasant as he says, "Ah! Enemies of the state, huh?" 

You hang out at the back of the group and nearly blend in with the crowd, so when Alfrid begins to speak he doesn't notice you amongst the dwarves. That would be bad for Bard, after all. 

"A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, Sire." Alfrid agrees, his expression as unpleasant as ever. 

Dwalin yells gruffly, "Hold your tongue!" He takes a few steps forward and stands in the middle of the semi-circle, "You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal. This is Thorin. Son of Thrain, son of Thror!"

There it is, the king card. 

Thorin steps forward upon mention of him and his lineage, and pats Dwalin's arm lightly to signal that he can stop. He the addresses the Master of the town directly. "We are the dwarves of Erebor. We have come to reclaim our homeland."

People begin to whisper amongst themselves at his declaration of the groups intent, marveling and talking in wonderment while also asking questions.

"I remember this town in the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake. This was the center of all trade in the north!"

You almost roll your eyes at his dramatic speech and how the crowd eats it up. 

"I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!" He declares, raising his fist while he speaks before slowly turning back to the master of the town with determination in his eyes. 

It seems like he's successfully convinced everyone to invite you all with open arms until the voice of Bard rings out through the clearing.

"Death! That is what you’ll bring upon us." He pushes through the card as he says it, all moving out of his way to allow him through.

When he passes you, you smile and say, "Hey Bard."

He pauses and looks at you, saying a bit gruffly, "Hello, Y/N." Before moving to stand in front of Thorin with a grim expression on his face. 

Then he continues, "Dragon-fire and ruin. If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all." 

You hear some gasps and more worried whispering and some shouts, but Thorin cuts down the doubts in seconds, "You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this; if we succeed all will share in the wealth of the mountain." Some begin to murmur their agreement and look interested again, "You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!"

When he declares that they will have a share in the treasure the crowd begins to cheer, but Bard turns quickly and more desperately yells, "All of you! Listen to me, you must listen! Have you forgotten what happened to Dale? Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what purpose?" He looks back at Thorin who is looking at the Master and says more bitterly, "The blind ambition of a Mountain King, so riven by greed, he could not see beyond his own desire!"

Long story short, Bard gets humiliated and ignored by everyone at the mention of his ancestor, he says something mean to Thorin, Thorin says something back, and then you're all being welcomed with open arms by the greedy king and his man-servant Alfrid. 

Bard stands in the middle of the celebrating dwarves with a defeated expression on his face, and you feel a pang of guilt wash over you even though it's not your fault. 

You walk up to him despite your excited friends and place your hand on his arm, "I'm sorry Bard, but they will do anything to get to that mountain." 

He looks down at you and sighs, shaking his head when you apologize, "This is the outcome I expected, though not the one I hoped for." 

"Well either way, you helped us a lot and, if it means anything, I thought you were an excellent host." 

He smiles at your words and nods his head, reaching up to place his hand on your shoulder gently, "Perhaps you could stay?"

Your eyebrows furrow and you cock your head to the side slightly, "Stay where?" 

"Here. With me if you wanted." The smile stays on his face and he looks sincere, "That mountain is not safe and I worry for your safety..." 

Aw, how sweet. 

You reach up and pat his cheek lightly but shake your head, "My place is with them, cause like, they would kinda die without me. We never would've gotten caught if they listened to me, after all." 

Bard laughs lightly and nods along, "I understand. But if your situation changes you are always welcome with me and my children." 

You glance up and see that everyone has been invited inside, and then Thorin walks up and glares at the bargeman, "Y/N, come. The Master of the town has invited us for celebration." 

"Alright, I'm coming." You step away from Bard and his hand falls from your shoulder, but before you walk off you jump up and press a quick kiss against his cheek. After, you scurry off to everyone else who watched the exchange with no small amount of anger or upset. 

"Why'd you do that!?"

---

After you go inside you get scolded for kissing Bard, but you kinda just laugh it off with a, "If you stop ignoring me all the time and behave then I'll give you guys kisses too." Which successfully made most of them shut up about it.

Thorin pulls you aside during the festivities and states he needs to talk to you, and you assume it's to scold you for sassing him earlier and insulting him in front of everyone. 

Only he doesn't scold you at all.

"I am sorry." He begins, successfully shocking you to your very core. "You were right about Kili but I refused to see his weakness at the time. I reprimanded you in front of everyone in an attempt to teach you a lesson, but I only made myself look foolish, especially since you were right." 

Of all the things you were expecting, that was not one of them. 

You just stand there and blink dumbly for a few moments before a bright smile spreads across your face, "Oh, well I accept your apology." You step closer and wrap your arms around him and embrace him, squeezing him tightly before pulling away, "I'm also sorry since I basically called you an idiot and your decisions stupid... and for saying that you suck."

"You didn't say that I 'suck'." He states, looking up at you in confusion. 

"Oh... uh, I guess I didn't say that out loud..." Whoops. 

You shake your head and distract from that by exclaiming, "Well, we don't wanna miss the party so lets go!" 

He only laughs.

---

You got a room all to yourself and had the opportunity to bathe and clean your clothes so that they aren't so grimy when you wear them tomorrow; and while you re-pack your things the next morning and get changed you find that you're very grateful to have clean garments once more. 

When you meet everyone at the front of the large building you get a lot of pleasant hellos and kind words (you're assuming someone heard your discussion with Bard and told everyone about his offer for you to stay), and you return each one in kind with some nice things to say of your own. 

You all head towards the boat and everyone begins to load on while the people around cheer, when Bilbo calls loudly, "You do know we’re one short? Where’s Bofur?"

"If he’s not here, we leave him behind." Thorin replies without hesitation, glancing back at Bilbo with a frown etched on his face. 

Balin nods and adds, "We’ll have to, if we’re to find the door before nightfall. We can risk no more delays."

They have a point, but it is a bit harsh. 

Everyone starts to file on the boat and you wait off to the side patiently when Thorin raises his arm suddenly and stops Kili from boarding. 

"Not you. We must travel at speed, you will slow us down." He looks like he doesn't want to say it, but his mind is made up.

"What are you talking about? I’m coming with you." He replies as a smile climbs on his face, as if he thinks Thorin is joking and trying to mess with him.

Poor dear. 

Thorin shakes his head, "No, no." 

Kili's smile slowly drains from his pale face and he says more firmly this time, "I’m going to be there when that door’s opened. When we first look upon the halls of our fathers, Thorin…"

Thorin lifts his arm and holds his shoulder lightly, his expression guilty but also unwavering, "Kili, stay here. Rest. Join us when you’re healed." 

The look the younger dwarf holds is one of pure devastation, and it makes your heart twist painfully in sympathy for him. 

Oin suddenly speaks up, "I’ll stay with the lad. My duty lies with the wounded." And then gets off the barge to join Kili's side. 

You remain on the board and watch the scene unfold as Fili begins speaking with Thorin, but you don't hear what they have to say since you're in the middle of making a decision. 

"I'll also only slow you down!" You declare suddenly, turning to look at Thorin, "I think I should stay too." 

Thorin shakes his head as Fili steps off the barge and looks up at you, "No, you can still come with us. You are not wounded." 

"Yeah, but I'm not as resilient as you losers, and if I'm being honest I think it would be better for all of you if you didn't have to worry about me if that dragon really is alive." God you really wanna go, but you know it's probably best not to. 

"Y/N, are you sure?" Thorin asks, his brows knitted together with a dismayed expression on his face. 

You nod your head without hesitation and crouch down so you're at eye level with him, "I'm sure. Besides, someone has to look after your nephews, their so freaking irresponsible." 

A small smile comes to his face as he slowly nods his ascent, "Alright, I see your point. But you will return to us when everything settles." 

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of hanging around here." 

Thorin glances back and signals for them to get the boat going forward since they've wasted enough time, and before it pulls away you lean forward and peck his cheek fondly before standing to your full height once more. 

"Be safe!" You call as it begins to float away before turning and walking up to the three abandoned dwarves. "Well boys, looks like you're stuck with me!" You joke, though your positive expression wavers when you notice how faint Kili is looking. 

"No!" Bofur cries when he suddenly appears, halting at the waters edge and watching as it drifts further and further down the lake. 

Slowly he turns with a dejected countenance before he sees all of you and a smile blooms on his face, "Did you miss the boat as well?"

You laugh softly and shake your head, opening your mouth to explain before Fili starts yelling Kili's name suddenly. You turn quickly and see that Kili has begun to lean over and looks rather boneless. 

"Oh shit!" 

---

Those Laketown pricks were just waiting for Thorin to leave to go back to their apathetic asshole ways, it seems. 

You all ran around like headless chickens looking for someone to help you, but everyone either ignored or sneered at the lot of you as if you have no meaning to them whatsoever. 

Yeah, you ended up cursing at quite a few people. 

Suddenly and idea strikes you and you yell, "Bard! We can go to Bard's house!" 

Nobody objects. 

And when you all arrive at his home you knock on the door since you know he won't turn you away. 

The door swings open and when he sees you a smile comes to his face, but the grim expression you hold makes him worried, "What is it?" 

You glance off to the side and he opens the door wider before the soft look he holds becomes hard and unforgiving.

"No. I’m done with dwarves." He opposes decisively, looking back at you sharply. 

Your countenance becomes more desperate as you reach up and place your hand on his arm, saying as more of a plea this time, "Please, Bard. Kili is sick and nobody else will help us!"

As soon as his defiant look falters you know you've got him, and reluctantly he opens his door and helps to bring the wounded dwarf to his bed. 

Once Kili is situated with Oin at his side, Bard goes through a cupboard and pulls out a cloth. 

He looks through some herbs then states, "We have nightshade, feverfew…" It seems he knows none of them will do the trick.

Oin shakes his head and sighs wearily, "They’re no use to me. Do you have any Kingsfoil?" 

You tune out the medicine talk and watch as Fili, Oin, and Bofur crowd around the groaning and writhing Kili as they try to help him, feeling dread fill you with his frail and pained state. 

At some point you begin biting on your thumb while you watch the chaos unfold; and when Bofur suddenly runs out after telling Kili to stay put (like he's going anywhere anytime soon) you snap out of your little trance and walk over to the bedside and ask softly, "Is there anything I can do?" 

Oin only shakes his head and replies darkly, "There's nothing any of us can do without that Kingsfoil." 

[in-darker-dreams]

savior

pairing: bard the bowman x human female reader

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 1,681

warning: there is a detailed description of events leading up to but does not entertain the idea of rape in this chapter, meaning that rape comes very close to happening but does not. to those who can be triggered, are lighthearted, disturbed, or otherwise uncomfortable with this sort of thing should not read the following. thank you.

gif and characters aren’t mine

Halting your advance in the late hours of the night, your eyes dart around the narrow alley between houses and shops behind you, scanning for any signs of people. You had an uneasy feeling of being watched by someone ever since you locked up your shop for the night and had a mind to step up your pace to avoid contact. What little light provided by the meager oil lamps and dull moonlight revealed only slightly swaying fishing nets in the chilling breeze. Sighing quietly, you turn forward and quickly make your way through the silent labyrinth of Lake-town.

The chill of mid-winter was in full force and you were shivering despite your fur-lined coat. The north wind had thankfully died down earlier that day, but the lack of sunlight kept the day bitter, growing ever colder as night drew over the sky. You crossed your arms in an effort to retain warmth as a chill swept through your bones. You were nearly to an open boardwalk when an arm wrapped your waist and a hand covered your mouth, muffling your shriek of surprise as your pursuer pinned you against the side of a building. Your eyes widened as you met the ugly mug of Alfrid Lickspittle, the Master's spy and your daily torture.

"Well, well, look what we have here," his slimy voice commented nonchalantly, his rotten, yellow teeth distinctive even in the building's shadow. "(First Name) (Last Name). What a pleasure it is to see you out and about."

You pulled your face away from his clammy hand and furrowed your eyebrows as fear started to grip your mind. You had been dealing with unwanted sexual harassment from him as long as you've known him. Your last encounter with him bordered on an experience you never wanted to repeat.

"Alfrid," you responded tentatively, your heart pumping fast as he reached up to twirl a strand of your hair. "Can I help you with something?"

"I was wondering that myself, darling," he answered, letting your hair fall from his dirty fingers. "We never got to finish what we started last time we...met."

Your stomach twisted at his words, watching as his eyes trained on your own in a predatory way. You shifted in this grip uncomfortably as his free hand started to roam your body. He squeezed your waist and moved up to grope your breast, causing you to jump and try to push him away, making him laugh at your futile attempt.

"Oh you ain't gettin' away this time, love," he said with disgusting lust in his voice. "Go ahead and scream; everyone may know everyone in this town, but no one cares about anyone."

You cried out in panic as Alfrid suddenly shoved one of his knees between your thighs to press against your womanhood. A hand groped your breast as the other roughly kneaded your bum with bruising intent.

"Alfrid, please stop!" you said desperately, trying in vain to get away from him as tears welled up in your eyes. "Please, I beg you, don't do this! Someone help me!"

A smirk appeared on Alfrid's face as he roughly started to unbutton your coat. You begged and pleaded with him while trying to shove him away, but the man did not stop. The tears streamed down your face as you continued to yell for help. Alfrid threw off your coat and ripped open your bodice, the buttons popping off. Goosebumps raced over your skin as the white fabric hung off one shoulder and exposed your bra. With a disgustingly lewd look, Alfrid reached for the bottom of your skirt and started hiking it up your legs. You cried desperately for help as you struggled harder against him, but you were overpowered and the cold air locked up your muscles.

Just as all hope seemed to leave you, Alfrid was suddenly yanked away with an alarmed shout. You collapsed onto the cold pier without him there to pin you against the building, scraping your hands and knees on the rough and worn wood.

"What have you done, you bastard!?" a masculine voice shouted as sounds of fighting ensued. You looked up through tear-blurred eyes to see the dark figure of a man beating Alfrid as he pathetically begged for mercy, using any excuse he could to let up the man's assault. He roughly grabbed Alfrid's collar and brought him within inches of his face. You could make out a bloody nose, a black eye, and a split lip in the waning moonlight.

"If you ever touch her, look at her, or even think about her again, I will not hesitate to kill you," the man threatened in a low, deadly voice before shoving Alfrid away from him. The pathetic excuse of a man hit the ground and scrambled up and out of sight, his quick footsteps fading within seconds.

The man turned after releasing Alfrid and hurried to your side. Your eyes found his face and you started weeping with joy at the sight of your life-long friend: Bard.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, worry washing over his tanned face as he found your eyes after looking over your body. "(Y/N), are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

You only nodded in response, as speaking was near impossible at the moment. Cursing, he helped you pull your bodice on correctly as best he could without the buttons to keep it together. He shrugged his coat off and draped it over your shoulders, as yours was quietly floating down the canal. You pulled it around yourself tightly, grateful to have it to chase the cold away.

"You are freezing," he murmured as his dark eyebrows furrowed in concern. He rubbed his hands over your arms, trying to warm you faster. "We need to get you in front of a fire before you catch a sickness."

Swiftly, as if doing so his whole life, Bard gently scooped you into his arms and stood. He carried you carefully down the boardwalk to the stairs of his home, you gripping his shirt and resting your head against his shoulder the entire way. The door opened for the two of you, and you met the worried brown eyes of Bain, Bard's only son. The Bowman walked into his home and gently set you on the bench in front of the hearth's crackling fire, the warmth making you sigh in contentment.

"Bain, look away and bring me a blanket," Bard told his son, who quickly averted his eyes after catching sight of your bodice and nodded. Bard knelt in front of you to carefully take his coat and your boots off, as you were starting to go into shock. Bain retrieved the blanket and delicately draped it over your shoulders. Bard pulled it snugly around your body and made sure it covered up your chest. Bain met your eyes once again and he smiled faintly, offering comfort.

"Da?" you heard a young woman's voice ask from across the room. "Is (Y/N) okay?"

Bard turned his head to see both Sigrid and Tilda, his daughters, peeking into the room from the stairs leading to the second floor. They both had such a striking resemblance to their late mother. Tilda, the youngest, timidly waved to you while Sigrid's worried eyes flickered between her father and you, waiting for an answer. You managed to wave back at the girl in an effort to reassure her you were fine. It'll be a long while before she would hear the real explanation for what happened this night.

"Yes, girls, she will be fine after some rest," he replied with a calming voice and a smile before addressing Bain. "We need time alone right now, so take your sisters and go back to bed. I will explain in the morning."

Bain nodded, and after sharing one more smile with you, the three disappeared up the stairs. Bard turned back to you, but you cast your eyes down as tears began to well up in them once again.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he said comfortingly as he gently pulled your shaking hands into his callous ones. He bent down a bit to try to catch your eyes, but you only closed them. "You are safe now, (Y/N)."

You let out a soft sob as fat tears rolled down your cheeks and onto your intertwined hands.

"B-Bard," you whispered, your voice and his heart breaking. "He...he almost...I was almost..."

You choked up before you could finish, tears falling fast. Bard moved from the floor to the bench and wrapped his arms around your shaking body, trying his best to comfort you.

"I was helpless to stop him," you cried with another sob, this time louder. He stroked your hair as you wept heartily into his chest, the reality of what almost occurred catching up with you at an alarming rate. You gripped his hands tightly, your knuckles turning white. He hushed you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear for what felt like an eternity before you started to calm. Bard loosed one of his hands from yours and gently nudged your chin up. You slowly looked up, your face still tear-stained and red, and gazed deeply into his eyes. They were like dark oceans, pooling with so much raw emotion you were sure you would drown if you looked into them too long.

"He will never touch you again," he promised in his deep tenor, his hand moving from your chin to rest on your cheek. You leaned into the touch, your eyes falling closed as you sighed softly. It was a stark and welcome contrast compared to the harshness you had experienced earlier. "I will be right by your side to make sure of it."

One last tear dripped down your cheek as he carefully pressed a delicate and loving kiss to your lips, filling you with the comfort and love you so desperately needed. It was in this quiet and tender moment that you knew you would be okay. Your savior was going to make sure of it.

[berjhawn]

Elastic Heart - Part 17 - Agreements

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, ETC

Pairings: Hobbit X OFC; Thranduil X OFC; Fili X OFC; LOTR X OFC

A/N: Since Tumblr is Broke you’ll have to go to my master-list to find all the other parts.

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“Wait! Please wait!” Bard yells as the two of us run toward where Thranduil had gone. When we arrive I scowl at Thranduil while Bard says, “You would go to war over a handful of gems?”

Thranduil stares forward not meeting our eyes as he says, “The heirlooms of my people are not likely forsaken.”

“We are allies in this; my people also have a claim upon the riches of that mountain. Let me speak with Thorin.” It isn’t until Bard says Thorin’s name does Thranduil turn toward us.

“You would try to reason with the dwarf?” He asks and I nod as Bard says, “To avoid war, yes.”

“Then I am coming with you.” I say as I interject into their conversation causing them both to stare at me. “If anyone can get Thorin to understand it’s me.”

Bard slowly turns toward me as he whispers, “I do not think this wise.”

“Who knows him better than I? I have been with them for months; I can get him to understand.” I could sense that Bard was not a hundred percent happy with my coming along but I was right. I could help.

“You will remain here Lady Melethril.” Thranduil says and I narrow my eyes at him as I say, “My name is Randír, and I do not take orders from you.” Turning back to Bard I could sense he was curious to our relationship but he just shakes his head as he says, “Come with me.” I follow him over to a horse and after he climbs into the saddle I take his arm and pull myself up behind him. I glance over to see Thranduil looking at me with worry and sadness in this eyes but I just ignore him.

We ride through the city and the plain below until we come upon doors of Erebor. I look around Bard’s shoulder and smile as I see Fili standing a few feet away from his uncle. “Hail Thorin son of Thrain, we are glad to find you alive beyond hope.”

“Why do you come to the gates of the King under the mountain armed for war?” I hear Thorin call out and my heart clenches. There is something wrong; I can sense it in his voice.

“Why does the king under the mountain fence himself in? Like a robber in his hold.” Bard calls out and I instantly have the urge to step in.

“Perhaps it is because I am expecting to be robbed.”

“My Lord we have not come to rob you, but to seek fair settlement. Will you not speak with me?” Bard asks and I watch as Thorin nods. I smile as I climb down off the back of Bards horse and a familiar voice makes my heart flutter. 

“Randír?” I hear him say and I smile as I turn toward Fili who is staring at me in shock.

“Randír,” I hear Bard say and I reluctantly pull my eyes away from Fili and back to him and nod.

As we walk up to the barred gates I see a lone raven fly out of the mountain and head toward the east. When we reach the wall I see a hole in the center and follow closely behind Bard as he nears it. 

“I am listening.” I hear Thorin say and I follow Bard’s gaze through the hole to see Thorin standing on the other side not looking at us.

“On behalf of the people of Laketown, I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so that they might rebuild their lives.”

“I will not treat with any man, while an armed host lies before my door.”

“That armed host will attack this mountain if we do not come to terms.”

“Your threats do not sway me.”

“What of your conscious? Does it not tell you our cause is just? My people offered you help and in return you offered them only death and ruin.”

“When did the men of Laketown come to our aid in promised of wealth and gold?”

“A bargain was struck!”

“A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom. You call that a fair trade? Tell me Bard the Dragon-Slayer why should I offer such?”

“Because you gave us your word? Does that mean nothing?” Bard says and I watch as Thorin leaves the sight of the whole before he yells out, “Be gone! Let our arrows fly!” My heart drops and Bard smacks his hand against the cold stone before he turns away.

“Wait!” I call as I look back through the opening.  “Thorin please listen to me. We do not need to go to war.”

“But we do Randir,” He replies still not showing his face.

“Thorin please, remember how I told you that my father was done in by his pride, you are doing the same, please stop this madness. I cannot lose you like I lost him.”

“I offer you a chance Randír, rejoin us or return with Bard and become our enemy.”

“You cannot ask that of me.” I say as I feel my heart being torn in two.

“I can and I am, what say you?”

My heart clenches as I slowly look back toward Dale; all those people who had just lost their homes and were on the borderline of starvation. I let out a heavy sigh as I realize that my choice would take me away from my family. “I am sorry, but the people of Dale need my help.”

“Then you are my friend no more.” He says and I feel tears threaten to fall from my eyes. “Be gone!” he yells out again and I feel a sudden anger fill my body.

“Can you not see that this is not you? You have the dragon sickness and it is tearing you down making you a shell of your former self.”

“I said ‘Be gone’ Elf wretch!”

“Fine I’m leaving!” I yell out as I slowly start to walk away from them mountain. I fight the urge to cry as I look back toward the mountain to see Fili staring off after me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper as I once again climb onto Bard’s horse. I clutch to his sides as we ride of at a full run back to Dale. As we reach the city Thranduil is sitting right outside its gates upon his elk.

“He will give us nothing.” Bard says when we reach him.

“Pity, although you tried.”

“I do not understand, why? Why would he pick war?”

“It is fruitless to reason with them. They understand one thing,” Thranduil says as he draws his sword and stares at it for a moment before exclaiming, “We attack at dawn!”  As he starts to ride away I hear him ask, “Are you with us?”

I follow Bard’s gaze back to the mountain and I can once again feel my heart longing for a certain dwarf inside. “Come we must prepare.” Bard says and my heart clenches at the thought of fighting my friends. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like a moment alone.” I say as I slowly slide off the back of his horse. He gives me a knowing glance before he rides off into the city. I slowly turn back toward the mountain and I contemplate whether or not I had made a mistake.

The wind blows around me causing my hair to thrash around my face. I feel a single tear stream down my face as I turn and slowly make my way back to Dale. I watch halfheartedly as the men of Laketown ready for war. I glance over at the Elves and see them raise their noses at me. My hear clenches as I realize I am once again alone. I chose wrong.

“Make way!” I hear a familiar voice and I turn to see Gandalf riding into the square. My heart lifts a little in my chest and I smile as I start to walk toward him when Alfrid yells out, “No, No, no! Oy! You! Pointy hat!” I roll my eyes as I quickly start to walk over to him. “Yes you!” he yells out and I grab his arm silencing him.

“That is enough Alfrid!” He slowly turns toward me and I jerk my hand away from his arm as I walk to my old friend. “Gandalf my friend I have missed you.” I say as I wrap my arms around him.

“Where is the rest of your company?” He asks and my smile fades.

“They are in the mountain, I fear Thorin has lost his mind to the Dragon-sickness.”

“Who’s in charge here!” Gandalf cries out as he stares Alfrid down.

“Who’s asking?” Bard says from behind me and I slowly turn to him as I say, “Bard this is Gandalf they Grey, Gandalf this is Bard.” The two of them quickly get acquainted before Bard leads us to where Thranduil is camped.  When we enter his tent I keep my eyes from his as Gandalf speaks.

“You must set aside your petty grievances with the dwarves, war is coming. The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied. You are all in mortal danger.” Gandalf says and my heart clenches.

“What are you talking about?” Bard asks but is instantly interrupted by Thranduil as he stands and walking over to a small table pours a glass of wine as he says, “I can see you know nothing of wizards. They are like winter thunder on a cold wind rolling in from a distance. Looking hard an alarmed, but sometimes the storm is just a storm.”

“Not this time!” Gandalf interjects and I feel my heart clench as the suddenly memory of my father fills my mind. “Armies of Orcs are on the move. These are fighters; they have been bred for war. Our enemy has summoned his full strength.”

“Why show his hand now?”

“Because we forced him! We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland.” I clench my fist closed as I follow Gandalf out of the tent followed closely by Thranduil and Bard. “The dwarves were never meant to reach the mountain. Azog the Defiler was sent to kill them; his master seeks control over the mountain. Not just for the treasure within but for where it lies. Its strategic position, this is the gateway to reclaiming the lands of Angmar in the north. If that failed kingdom should rise again, Rivendell, Lorien, the shire, even Gondor itself will fall.”

“These Orc armies you speak of Mithrandir, where are they?” Thranduil asks and I feel something come over me as I turn and slowly look toward the hills my eyes glossing over with a silver film. “They are coming,” I feel myself say as I can clear as say see them before me. I look around to see thousands of them all around me and say fear filling my voice, “So many,”

“Where do you see them my lady?” I hear Gandalf’s voice ask and I look around but I can’t tell because we are underground.

“It is dark, the stench of Orc is strong for there is nowhere for the scent to escape. They are underground.” I turn to see Azog riding his white Warg toward me and I feel my body burn with anger. Then as soon as I saw them the vision was gone. I shake my head as I slowly turn toward my companions to see them staring at me. I feel a familiar feeling that I had felt in centuries wash over me causing me to smile. I knew this feeling. I look around me as I sense a familiar presence. 

“Ada?” I say barely above a whisper as the feeling once again washes over me it was as if he was there hugging me.

“Melethril, my child; too long have you lived in fear. It is time to rise above your fears and claim your birthright.  This war will be won not through brute strength but through perseverance and compassion. Go now and lead our people, be the strong courageous leader they deserve; and remember, Amin mela lle.” 

As soon as his voice was there it was gone again. He was right; it was time for me to move on with my life. I had a lot to be grateful for. I was alive and well and as a bonus I was in love with a wonderful dwarf.

I smile before I turn back to Gandalf as he says, “Something has changed about you my lady.”

“I feel like I haven’t in many centuries,” My heart warms in my chest and I slowly turn toward the Mountain and say, “I have a feeling before this is all over with Thorin will beat his sickness and the battle against the Orcs will be won.”

“How do you know?” Bard asks and I smile softly as I turn to him and say, “Because I have hope.” Bard nods before he returns to help his people. I slowly turn to Thranduil and Gandalf and follow after them as they walk back inside Thranduil’s tent. I watch as Thranduil pulls something from behind his chair and my face lights up as I see the familiar sight of my father’s blade, Ithildin.

“If you are to join in the fight you will need a proper sword.” Thranduil says as he hands Ithildin to me. I smile brightly as I pull him from his sheathe to see that he had in fact been clean. I turn toward Thranduil and say, “Diola lle mellonamin.” (Thank you my friend.) I slowly turn and walking away tie Ithildin’s sheath to my belt. I walk back over to look at the mountain and I silently say to the wind, “I will save you from yourselves.”

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