#c: smaug

[smaugthcgolden]

sovereignofdeceit asked:

“𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺."  (Any muse you wish <3)

The great wyrm sat there to ponder these words from the one below, and how beautiful did it sound. Though, he was not one to really care for much else beyond his hoard, and yet so many plots and schemes kept coming his way; were it from The One, or others. This individual seemed quite different from the rest, and his golden hues locked onto the other.

For once, his anger and festering need to protect his treasure was on hold, and a slight inkling of amusement sparkled in his fierce gaze. This difference was noticeable, but only to the keenest of senses, and his were the best of all kind and species. There was a light within this one, of the color he could not perceive, but a presence that felt oddly so familiar, yet far. This is what staved off the fires that burned so heavily in his chest.

  “So, you are a traveler? What sort of that might you be, I wonder?”

| @sovereignofdeceit​ |

[klngfili]

the return of my lotro adventures!!

[thundergoodspeed]

the person with the beardie in the Tumblr live banner is making me sad

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The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien (1937)

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. Written for J.R.R. Tolkien’s own children, The Hobbit met with instant critical acclaim when it was first published in 1937. Now recognized as a timeless classic, this introduction to the hobbit Bilbo Baggins, the wizard Gandalf, Gollum, and the spectacular world of Middle-earth recounts of the adventures of a reluctant hero, a powerful and dangerous ring, and the cruel dragon Smaug the Magnificent.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan (2005-2009)

Percy Jackson is a good kid, but he can't seem to focus on his schoolwork or control his temper. And lately, being away at boarding school is only getting worse - Percy could have sworn his pre-algebra teacher turned into a monster and tried to kill him. When Percy's mom finds out, she knows it's time that he knew the truth about where he came from, and that he go to the one place he'll be safe. 

She sends Percy to Camp Half Blood, a summer camp for demigods (on Long Island), where he learns that the father he never knew is Poseidon, God of the Sea. Soon a mystery unfolds and together with his friends—one a satyr and the other the demigod daughter of Athena - Percy sets out on a quest across the United States to reach the gates of the Underworld (located in a recording studio in Hollywood) and prevent a catastrophic war between the gods.

The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien (1954-1955)

In a sleepy village in the Shire, a young hobbit is entrusted with an immense task. He must make a perilous journey across Middle-earth to the Cracks of Doom, there to destroy the Ruling Ring of Power - the only thing that prevents the Dark Lord's evil dominion.

The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis (1950-1956)

Four adventurous siblings—Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie— step through a wardrobe door and into the land of Narnia, a land frozen in eternal winter and enslaved by the power of the White Witch. But when almost all hope is lost, the return of the Great Lion, Aslan, signals a great change . . . and a great sacrifice.

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1943)

The Little Prince is a classic tale of equal appeal to children and adults. On one level it is the story of an airman's discovery, in the desert, of a small boy from another planet - the Little Prince of the title - and his stories of intergalactic travel, while on the other hand it is a thought-provoking allegory of the human condition.

The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini (2002-2011, 2023)

When fifteen-year-old Eragon finds a polished blue stone in the forest, he thinks it is the lucky discovery of a poor farm boy. But when the stone brings a dragon hatchling, Eragon soon realizes he has stumbled upon a legacy nearly as old as the Empire itself. 

Overnight his simple life is shattered, and, gifted with only an ancient sword, a loyal dragon, and sage advice from an old storyteller, Eragon is soon swept into a dangerous tapestry of magic, glory, and power. Now his choices could save--or destroy--the Empire.

Time Quintet by Madeleine L'Engle (1962-1989)

It was a dark and stormy night; Meg Murry, her small brother Charles Wallace, and her mother had come down to the kitchen for a midnight snack when they were upset by the arrival of a most disturbing stranger. 

Wild nights are my glory, the unearthly stranger told them. I just got caught in a downdraft and blown off course. Let me sit down for a moment, and then I'll be on my way. Speaking of ways, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract. 

Folk of the Air by Holly Black (2018-2020)

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. They will live forever. 

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe. 

Jude was seven years old when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality. But many of the fey despise humans. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King. 

To win a place at the Court, she must defy him--and face the consequences. 

In doing so, she becomes embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, discovering her own capacity for bloodshed. But as civil war threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab (2020)

France, 1714: In a moment of desperation, a young woman named Adeline meets a dangerous stranger and makes a terrible mistake. 

As she realizes the limitations of her Faustian bargain-being able to live forever, without being able to be remembered by anyone she sees- Addie chooses to flee her small village, as everything she once held dear is torn away. 

But there are still dreams to be had, and a life to live, and she is determined to find excitement and satisfaction in the wide, beckoning world-even if she will be doomed to be alone forever. 

Or not quite alone-as every year, on her birth-day, the alluring Luc comes to visit, checking to see if she is ready to give up her soul. Their darkly thrilling game stretches through the ages, seeing Addie witness history and fight to regain herself as she crosses oceans and tries on various lives. 

It will be three hundred years before she stumbles into a hidden bookstore and discovers someone who can remember her name-and suddenly, everything changes again. 

Circe by Madeline Miller (2018)

 the house of Helios, god of the sun and mightiest of the Titans, a daughter is born. But Circe is a strange child—not obviously powerful like her father, nor viciously alluring like her mother. Turning to the world of mortals for companionship, she discovers that she does possess power—the power of witchcraft, which can transform rivals into monsters and menace the gods themselves.

Threatened, Zeus banishes her to a deserted island, where she hones her occult craft, tames wild beasts, and crosses paths with many of the most famous figures in all of mythology, including the Minotaur; Daedalus and his doomed son, Icarus; the murderous Medea; and, of course, wily Odysseus.

But there is danger, too, for a woman who stands alone, and Circe unwittingly draws the wrath of both men and gods, ultimately finding herself pitted against one of the most terrifying and vengeful of the Olympians. To protect what she loves most, Circe must summon all her strength and choose, once and for all, whether she belongs with the gods she is born from or the mortals she has come to love.

[deadbabey]

I’m rereading The Hobbit so I think nows a good time to say that I was in jr high when the movies came out and I remember every English class in my grade was reading it that year and all the classes EXCEPT MINE took a field trip to watch the movie and when I found out my class wasn’t going to the movie I said fuck it I’m not reading this book so I didn’t and somehow I still got a passing grade on my final essay where I wrote that the dwarves never faught Smaug themselves bc Bilbo killed him and that Thorin and Bilbo were in love and no one died

My teacher read what was essentially fanfiction from I book I hadn’t read yet and still gave me a C-

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

TATTOOS

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie and Reader go upstairs after he offered to show her his other tattoo, just that said tattoo is in a prived area.

Warnings: a bit of mild nudity and just a lot of flirting and some sexual tension lol

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Chapter 2

Eddie walked to your room, he knew your house like it was his own.

He dropped sitting in your armchair, hands resting on the soft manchettes, legs spread open.

You sat on the edge of the bed, facing Eddie and fiddling with the silver rings on your fingers.

He spoke first.

"Y/N, I don't want to make this awkward for the both of us. My other tattoo is a bit... well, in a place near my..." and he gestured vaguely near his crotch.

You swore the temperature rises ten grades more, you knew very well that your friend would not make anything to upset you, but he liked to flirt too.

He liked to flirt A LOT.

"Yeah, I already guessed that" you laughed to ease the tension.

"Do you?" he smiled, interested.

"We're in my room even if we're at home alone" you explained.

He stood up abruptly, making a bow to you "Excellent deduction, my pretty friend".

Pretty, here's the flirter.

You already saw Eddie with fewer clothes on, but it was many years ago when the both of you two were still children and you went to the school's pool.

You still remember his compliments on your swimsuits, always cute and colorful, he always said that they matched your personality very well.

"So is it ok?" he asked more seriously.

You nod and held your breath when you looked at his long fingers undoing the buckle of his belt, the metal of the handcuffs clinging with his rings.

He sat down again on your armchair to lower his pants, to not trip on them, he kicked away his shoes, remaining in his black boxers.

You were thinking about anything for not concentrating on the waistband of his cotton underwear, the sparse hair trailing down below it and the small part of a tattoo peeking out.

Kittens, your father's car, your grades, and math tests, the ugly history teacher...

"Earth call Y/N " you heard distantly before snapping back to reality.

Eddie was standing there, with a warm smile and waving his hand.

"Sorry, I got distracted," you said.

He placed both hands on his heart faking feeling pain.

"And I was thinking I'm way too sexy to think about something else, dammit" he joked.

You laughed and gestured for him to come closer.

His jaw almost dropped to the floor when you grabbed the hem of your tank top and yanked it out, doing the same to your shorts.

"For equity" you said smirking.

"I'm not complaining, sweetheart" he dropped beside you on the bed, leaning on his elbows.

"Left hip, a bit lower actually" he instructed you.

Your trembling hands reached for the left front side of his briefs and pulled slowly down, revealing a tattoo of a small dragon with a long body and open wings, very near his groin.

"Is this...no way! You got Smaug from The Hobbit?" you shouted.

He chucked sitting up "You recognized it!"

"You perfectly know I love that book, you big nerd" you admonished him, letting go of the waistband in your fingers, making it snap audibly against Eddie's skin.

"And you know perfectly that no one ever saw it before, do you?" he asked, mere inches from you.

"But you said-" you commenced.

"That only pretty girls get to see it, yeah. But I haven't said that someone has seen it before, didn't I? The only pretty girl I know is you" he brushed a loose lock of your Y/H/C behind your ear.

The world was spinning, like very fast.

"Eddie..." you tentatively caressed his right cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb.

He was about to lean towards you and close the small gap that separated your mouths when the sound of your parents' car on the garden's gravel reached you both.

"SHIT, THIS IS GOING TO LOOK BAD" Eddie said stumbling down the bed and dressing himself while you tried to do the same.

By the time your parents entered the house, you and he were sitting at the kitchen table, with some books and notebooks, pretending to study.

"Hello, Mr. and Ms. Y/L/N" Eddie greeted politely.

"Hello, dear" your mother responded, "is Y/N helping you with some holiday homework?"

"Yeah, Eddie's very bad at physics" you smiled at your mum.

Satisfied, your mother began to stack away some supplies until your father sneaked near her.

"Is Eddie wearing one of my old shirts?" he asked her, amused.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he is" she answered with a knowing smile.

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[sotwk]

Historical Event in the SotWK AU:

The (Non)Involvement of Thranduil in the Sack of Erebor

Could Thranduil have helped kill Smaug and save Erebor?

Disclaimer: The content in this post is mostly headcanon created for the SotWK AU, founded on canon details from the books and movies.

Context: Timeline of Thranduil's History in the Third Age

c. TA 1000-2000 - Thranduil, his family, and their people spend one thousand years fighting and enduring against the rise of Dol Guldur and the darkness and evil creatures that have infested and overrun the southern regions of Greenwood the Great.

Alas, by TA 2000:

Nearly all the woodlands south of the Old Forest Road had been abandoned.

The Woodland Realm's population had been reduced to nearly half of the great number it reached during the Golden Age of Thranduil's rule.

Many Silvans were killed by the onslaught of spiders, orcs, and other dark creatures or poisoned by the sick forest itself (air, water, food). A few even faded from grief and despair, which never before happened to the resilient Silvans.

The Silvans' famously high birthing rate dropped to nearly zero, leading to a "lost generation" and fears of gradual extinction.

TA 2063 - Crown Prince Mirion dies in direct combat against the Necromancer, resulting in Thranduil's vengeful razing of the fortress (SotWK HC), and the Council of the Wise's investigation (through Gandalf), all of which forces Sauron to abandon Dol Guldur. This begins the period known as the Watchful Peace. 

During the 400 years of the Watchful Peace, the Silvans regain hope and courage, and with that, their ability and desire to have children again.

TA 2210 - Thorin I abandons Erebor to join his kin in the Grey Mountains in TA 2210. The Lonely Mountain is abandoned for three-hundred and eighty years. 

TA 2460 - The Watchful Peace ends. Sauron returns with increased strength to Dol Guldur.

TA 2509 - Princess Itarildë’s mother, Nimeithel (oc), dies trying to defend her cousin Celebrían from the Orcs. Lady Celebrían sails to the Undying Lands the following year, and Queen Maereth is devastated by the loss of her two dearest friends.

TA 2589 - When their halls in the Grey Mountains come under attack by Cold-drakes, Prince Arvellas dies attempting to aid the Dwarves (defying his father's orders for the only time in his life). Dáin I and younger brother Frór are both slain, and Thrór inherits the kingship.

TA 2590 - King Thrór returns to Erebor with the Arkenstone to re-establish the Kingdom under the Mountain. Thrór's younger brother Grór leads others to the Iron Hills.

TA 2601 - Prince Turhir leaves Mirkwood, unable to cope with the trauma and guilt over his brothers' deaths. (Further details withheld to avoid fic spoilers.) His departure strains Thranduil and Maereth's marriage in a way it has never suffered before.

TA 2746 - Thorin (Oakenshield) is born in Erebor. Maereth sends gifts to honor the birth of the new prince, in an attempt to heal the friendship with the House of Durin that was broken after Arvellas's death. The gifts are accepted, but the rekindled friendship remains tenuous, especially since Thranduil has lost his desire to remain allies with the Dwarves he holds responsible for Arvellas's death.

TA 2760 - The continuing strain on their marriage forces Maereth and Thranduil to agree they need time apart. Maereth leaves Mirkwood to reside in Imladris for several years. (This is the only separation they have in the 2,900 years of their marriage.)

TA 2765 - Thranduil (trying to prove to his willingness for peace with the Dwarves again, as Maereth wants of him) commissions the jewel-smiths of Erebor to make a necklace from the White Gems of Lasgalen. However, when he comes to claim the finished necklace, he is turned away by Thrór, who (under the influence of dragon-sickness) claims that the gems were ill-begotten treasure from Khazad-dûm, and belonged to the Durins by birthright. Thranduil holds in his anger at the insult and does not press the matter, not wishing to completely sever the alliance that means so much to his wife.

TA 2770 - Smaug lays waste to the town of Dale and captures Erebor with all of its treasure.

tldr: Thranduil was not at his best when Smaug came to attack Erebor. He had many problems of his own, and he had very legitimate grievances against Thrór and his kin.

Unfortunately, Thrór was never forthcoming with his grandson, Thorin, about the deep history between the Durins and Thranduil's family, so as far as Thorin and his people believed, the Elvenking and his family just "lacked all honor". Nothing could have been further from the truth.

How did Thranduil react upon hearing of the attack?

The Elvenqueen was still in Imladris during the attack, and was therefore not present to give Thranduil council. Because of their separation, Maereth's mind was closed off to Thranduil's, and so she could not be reached through ósanwe. The younger princes, Gelir and Legolas, lacked the ability to telepathically communicate across that great a distance.

It was Gelir and Legolas who pushed their father to ride out with their army to help the Dwarves. Even though the bitterness of Arvellas's death still remained, Thranduil heeded his sons.

They had a solid plan to kill Smaug.

Thranduil had fought against fire-breathing dragons during the War of Wrath, and he knew what it would take to kill one: nothing short of a hero's self-sacrifice.

There was one weapon in Mirkwood that was surely powerful enough to pierce dragon hide and flesh: the great broadsword (or claymore) of the late Crown Prince Mirion.

Mirion's sword was forged by the prince himself (he was the best bladesmith in the realm), and was made from a special steel sourced from Khazad-dûm centuries before its fall. (Thranduil's sword was made from this same steel, which was also crafted by Mirion and given to his father as a gift.)

The sword was so large and heavy, only three people were known to be able to wield it: Mirion, Thranduil, and Turhir. Only Mirion had the strength and sufficient practice to wield it single-handed when needed.

Therefore, any attack using the sword would have to be carried out by the Elvenking himself.

For reference, Mirion's broadsword is about as massive as "Ice", Ned Stark's Valyrian sword from Game of Thrones.

In order to defeat Smaug, Thranduil's strategy would have been to attack the dragon himself with the sword. Gelir, Legolas, and the rest of his army would provide enough diversion to allow the Elvenking to get close without being burned by dragonfire.

What actually happened during the attack?

Thranduil was gripped by indecision and did not act as soon as he received the news of Smaug's descent. He already knew that any action they take against the dragon would mean loss of life for his people, and that made him hesitate, which caused some delay.

But he DID gather his army, his last two sons (who refused to be left behind), and marched out with the intention of engaging.

However, once Thranduil saw with his own eyes he fiery wrath of Smaug and the destruction he was capable of, and sensed the dragon's greed and evilness, the reality of the situation and the weight of old memories crashed down on him full force.

He remembered how he almost died from dragonfire, how painful those burns were, and how long it took him to recover from the physical and emotional scars. (And he only survived due to Valinor-level healing!) Did he want his soldiers to suffer the same, even if they survived?

He remembered that he had already lost one son (Arvellas) to dragons, who gave his life to help these same Dwarves, and received little gratitude for it in return. Was he ready to risk his last two sons?

And lastly, Thranduil realized, with almost full certainly, that killing Smaug would cost him his life. Was he ready to leave his wife a widow, his sons fatherless, and grandson saddled with the burden of kingship in such dark times?

The answer to all those questions was NO. So he made the difficult decision to turn back.

Thranduil's real mistake (that you can fault him for. Maybe.)

An argument could be made that even if Thranduil didn't want to directly engage with Smaug, he could still have sent his army to shield the Dwarves of Erebor and the people of Dale and help them get to safety. Less civilian lives could have been lost.

They didn't have to completely turn around and go home. They could have still tried to to something--as his sons (especially Gelir) would argue later on.

However, at that point, Thranduil choked on his reluctance to risk anything any further, after everything his family and kingdom had already been through. His sons were especially chomping at the bit to slay the dragon, and things could have easily gotten out of hand if they stepped into the same field as Smaug.

By retreating completely, Thranduil eliminated all risk.

And yes, the bitterness of Thrór's treatment (those damn jewels), and the way Arvellas's death was handled (the Durins never properly honored the prince's sacrifice) still lingered. It certainly factored in the decision to (selfishly?) leave the Dwarves to their fate.

Thranduil HAD warned Thrór "of what his greed would summon", especially after the fatal attack of the cold-drakes on the Grey Mountains. And Thrór certainly did not listen.

What was fair, then? How much responsibility still fell on Thranduil to help the Durins, given all these facts?

Aid was delivered in the aftermath; but the Dwarves considered it "too little, too late".

When Smaug had finally locked himself up in Erebor with his precious treasure, Thranduil did send out aid to the refugees of both Erebor and Dale. When Elvenqueen Maereth finally returned from Imladris, she spearheaded this effort.

Mind you, it's not like Mirkwood was swimming in excess resources at this time. But they still gave whatever they could to the thousands displaced, including medical aid, food and clothing, and even temporary shelter.

The men of Dale accepted the aid and help in finding new dwellings, including resettling in Esgaroth.

The Dwarves accepted the Elves' aid, but only to some extent.

Thrór wanted Thranduil to prove his allegiance by helping them to force Smaug out of the mountain, which of course Thranduil flatly refused to do.

The proud and angry Durins therefore declared him and his people faithless, and chose to move south to Dunland, instead of accepting Maereth's offer to help them rebuild near Mirkwood.

The Elvenqueen's final attempt to reconcile her family and people with the House of Durin would be during the War of the Dwarves and Orcs (TA 2793). However, her tragic death only worsened the divide between Thranduil and the House of Durin; we see this in Thorin's anger during his capture in the events of The Hobbit.

It all ends happily.

Healing and reconciliation would finally be achieved a century and a half later, during the Battle of Five Armies (TA 2941), where the Elves of Mirkwood play a role in saving the lives of King Thorin and his nephews. Once Erebor is reclaimed by the Durins, the two kingdoms become fierce allies and remain so for the rest of their histories.

(Yes, the SotWK AU is proud to be a Durins Live AU. &lt;3 )

This HC post was written in response to an Anonymous request for a "Family Historical Event" submitted back in July 2023.

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[aspenrockymountainhigh]

Thorin was born in T.A. 2746, presumably in the Lonely Mountain where his grandfather, Thrór, was King under the Mountain. Thorin was still a youngster (aged c. 24), by Dwarves' reckoning, when the dragon Smaug descended upon the mountain of Erebor in flames. Smaug left the mannish town of Dale in ruins and killed many dwarves who were inside the mountain. Thrór and Thráin (Thorin's father) escaped using a secret Back Door. Meanwhile Thorin was one of the few Dwarves who were not inside the mountain at the time. Thus the surviving Dwarves of Erebor were driven into exile and Thrór, Thráin, and Thorin fled south and ended up to Dunland.

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

A Girl from another world: the Hobbit x teen Genshin Impact reader part 2.

Reader Chan, Paimon, Mochi and the company are in Rivendell. The elves fall in love with the young mage since it's been so long since they've seen a child. Later after leaving Rivendell Reader Chan ends up in Goblin town then faces the pale orc for the first time.

Your POV:

It's been a few days maybe even months since the meeting in Bag end and boy have me, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi gotten on Thorin's bad side.

By the archons that dwarf was hard to please and his pride wasn't helping ether but when Balin told us the story of Thorin losing his father, Grandfather and brother after Smaug took over Erebor I started understanding him, I mean I was separated from my siblings after all.

But he is still hard to please "He didn't even thanked Bilbo after he rescued us from the trolls." Mochi said sitting on my shoulder as we stared at the Troll statues with Paimon agreeing “Paimon agrees, he reminds Paimon of Diluc when we first met him.” Paimon whispered.

No one's POV:

Gandalf is leading you, Paimon, Mochi, Bilbo and the dwarves through a tunnel from creatures called the wargs.

As all of you ran out of the tunnel you are in complete awe of the scenery before you.

A gorgeous valley with waterfalls and a city with woodland surrounding it "welcome to Imladris." Mochi said "You speak the truth Mochi this vally is the last homely home of the elves it is known by many names but in the common tongue it is known as." spoke Gandalf "Rivendell." Bilbo said in awe but he didn't show it "This was your plan along! To seek-" You didn't hear what Thorin said you were to enhanced by Rivendell's beauty “This place reminds Paimon of Sangonomiya shrine, Right Y/N?” Paimon asked making you nod "If only Lumine and Aether could see this." You said to yourself "See our Hobbit, young mage, fairy and fox aren't making a fuss about it." You heard Gandalf say with a smirk.

You all walk down to the city and you found it more enchanting up close "Wow it's so gorgeous here." Paimon said in awe making you nod and Gandalf chuckle 'Elrond and the other elves are going to adore them.' Gandalf thinks to himself as you get closer to the city.

Your POV:

We finally made it to the city it was so gorgeous up close.

As we walked we see a very handsome man with pointy ears walk down the stairs to greet us "ohh that's an elf." Mochi said happily to you and Paimon.

Gandalf greeted the elf in a strange language "Ahh Lindir." He said to the elf I now know as Lindir.

I was so enhanced with the beauty of Rivendell I was pulled out of my trance by the company as they formed a protective circle around me, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi I see a bunch of horses circling us with elves on them.

When they stopped one of them greeted Gandalf in the strange language and hugged him.

They continued speaking in the strange language until Gandalf introduced the company but Thorin being prideful and grudge holding had to be rude "OHH DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE?" Mochi asked making the elves eyes widen and you and Paimon to blush "Did that fox just talked?" Lindir asked in terror.

Inside Rivendell:

Your being lead to a room to bathe for the first time in months which was relieving for you, Paimon and Mochi since you haven't had a bath since leaving the Shire.

After Bathing yourself, Paimon and Mochi you get dressed in a F/C tunic, black leggings and boots that were laid out for you along with fresh undergarments with Paimon wearing a small white tunic, black leggings and booties.

After getting dressed you, Paimon and Mochi went to the dinning hall with help from Lindir whom you've instantly become friends with after making small talk on the way.

At the dinning hall you can only chuckle in embarrassment from the food fight the dwarves are having while hearing Thorin, Elrond and Gandalf talk! Mochi is sitting next to you on the floor while eating some salmon and Paimon is floating next to you eating soup.

Elrond was telling Gandalf and Thorin the names of their swords while you ate your salad “What about you Miss Y/N what is your weapon?” Elrond asked making you smile and summon your catalyst then use the five elements you know making the whole room gawk in awe.

The next day you, Paimon, Bilbo, Mochi and the dwarves left Rivendell early so the elves and Gandalf won't stop you "Gandalf is gonna pulverize us when he finds out we left without him." Mochi said fearfully “You said it Mochi, Paimon is scared that he’ll turn us into ash.” Paimon said fearfully as well.

In the misty mountains after the battle of the stone giants you, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi had officially made Thorin hate you even more.

After Thorin said so many hurtful things non of you couldn't take it anymore and decided to just give up on the quest.

You, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi decided to go back to Rivendell and head back to the Shire in a few days after recovering and getting supplies for the sake of your sanities, however Bofur stopped you before you and Bilbo could head back to Rivendell (with Mochi on your shoulder and Paimon floating besides you) and talked to you two and told you to give Thorin a bit more time.

You admitted you gave up to quickly and you knew that Lumine and Aether would be disappointed because you never gave up when you three traveled to other worlds.

As your in you're thoughts you saw the sand moving and before you knew it you, Paimon, Mochi, Bilbo and the dwarves are sliding down and slide in front of goblins who began dragging all of you to a huge and disgusting looking goblin that was singing a very disturbing song "Well look what we have here boys." The giant goblin said walking towards you "Thirteen dwarves, a halfling, a human girl and her pets." He said looking at you and the others until he spotted Thorin "Well if it isn't Thorin Okanshield. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. King of the Lonely mountain oh wait I forgot you don't have a mountain so that makes you... nobody." The giant creature said as he advanced towards you and the dwarves then he started speaking of the pale Orc Azog "I thought he died of his wound." You whispered in fear "You really think his defiling days are over? stupid girl." He said making you angry that he called you stupid "RAGING THUNDER." You said using electro shocking the goblin “THATS NO HUMAN, SHES A WITCH.” He said angrily making you, Bilbo and the dwarves start fighting them but in the battle you lost Bilbo and to make matters worst you were outnumbered and the Goblin king wants to start torturing the company starting with the youngest you.

But luckily Gandalf came right on time and rescued all of you from the torture that you were about to suffer from.

Outside of Goblin town Gandalf did a head Count "Y/N, Paimon and Mochi that's 17. Wait where's Bilbo, where is our hobbit?" Before you or Mochi could speak Thorin beat you two too it "I'll tell you where he is. He went back to his warm bed and hearth." You had enough of Thorin's stubbornness and got ready to retort when a familiar voice broke the upcoming argument.

You were relieved to see Bilbo alright but something wasn't right you couldn't put your finger on it but you felt a dark energy and you weren't sure what it was.

And you didn't want to know because right now you and the others are being chased by orcs and wargs into a forest.

You fearfully used Dendro to make vines that will restrain the wargs and orcs "LIFE." You said as the vines grew from the ground and wrapped around the monsters.

You and the others are fighting off orcs and wargs by throwing flaming pinecones at them and you using your catalyst but there was so many of them and to rub salt on the womb the pale orc, Azog was there and Thorin went to take him out but the orc was to strong, you saw Bilbo tackle the orc down and you ran to help "EARTHQUAKE." You said making an earthquake but you soon felt something pick you up, to yours, Paimon’s and Mochi's surprise you saw eagles swooping down and grabbing the other members of the company.

After flying you all finally land so Gandalf can heal Thorin "The Hobbit, mage, fairy and fox where are they?" He asked "They are right here." Gandalf said gesturing to you, Paimon and Bilbo while Mochi sat on your shoulder "You." He said waking towards you four "what were you doing? You've could have gotten yourselves killed." He said coming closer "Did I not say you would be a burden, that you will not survive in the wild?!" he said standing in front of you and Bilbo "That you have no place among us?" You can feel Mochi's fur fizzing up in terror and Paimon hiding behind you "Here we go." Mochi whispered in your ear as you’re prepared for being told off "I have never been so wrong in all my life." He whispered and hugged you, Paimon and Bilbo making Mochi's jaw drop "I'm sorry I've doubted you." He said "I would have doubted me to." Bilbo said "Me to." You said "Mochi three." Mochi said “Paimon fourth.” Paimon said bouncing in the air until the sound of Ravens cawing was heard.

Looking ahead you can see a mountain in the distance "Is that?" You asked "Erebor the great dwarven kingdom." Mochi said in awe "you are a wise fox Mochi." Gandalf said pleased "We are almost home." Kili said happily making you smile as well “It’s even prettier in person.” Paimon said excitedly.

[smaugthcgolden]

OPEN RP | Muse: Smaug

“Run all you like... You cannot hide from me.”

[sesamenom]

Hunting of the Dragon

What if the Arkenstone really was a Silmaril? (very late, but inspired by arofili's @funwithfanon prompts from last march!)

click for quality | closeups & details under the cut

Galadriel, Celeborn, and Thranduil are the only people on the right side of the mountains that a) have fought a dragon (mostly in the war of wrath) b) remember the Hunting of the Wolf and c) are mentally stable enough to be trusted around a silmaril (more or less)

so of course they end up having to fight silmaril-raged smaug. (he sat on it and now it's stuck to his bald spot)

since the sindar don't have metal armor galadriel is the only tank, and therefore the person on dragon-stabbing duty.

celeborn is the spearman in charge of keeping smaug from escaping or mauling someone else (and also making sure the silmaril doesn't fall on galadriels head, because at that point it definitely would still burn her)

thranduil is supposed to be doing air control to keep smaug from flying up and torching everyone, but he decided it would be a great idea to jump-dive at the dragon's head.

(version with fire because i couldnt decide which one i liked better)

[ravensliterature]

Poisoned Arrow Pt. II

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

Part 1

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

warnings: Nothing really

w/c: 2841

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A bargain was struck!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm coming with you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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FIC IDEA VAULT #15: A BAGGINSHIELD AFTERLIFE REUNION/TIME TRAVEL/ FIX-IT/BILBO DESTROYS THE RING IN PLACE OF FRODO FIC

Back on my Bagginshield era, I'm reading fics on them (I stopped bc various SW ships and other ships had me on a chokehold, how about those last 15 on Good Omens Ep6?? :c) and listening to my playlist once more, I think I had since the start of the year with hardly any of my OTP around (except for my phone background) ANYWAY this is to inform you I am also back on my bullshit and I come with another fic idea, which will be put on hold until I can complete the other 164453196859 ideas I have. Ok, not that many, but I do have a lot of very detailed ideas that I do want to write and a bunch of half sentenced ones that are just ideas, so here we goooooooo

Bilbo dies on the way to Valinor and awakens on it as his 50 year old self, to the astonishment of the Elves, Gandalf and Frodo. Something is wrong with the afterlife, it is in the air and everyone is on edge, Frodo most of all, as he has felt this presence before.

Sauron may have died on Arda, but he was still in part present in the afterlife, wrecking havoc on everything. Bilbo embarks to the green hills of Yavanna's garden, the land where all Hobbits go, with Frodo and Gandalf. Upon reunitign with family and friends, Yavanna herself welcomes the brave hobbits but Bilbo can notice the tense manner in which she speaks to Gandalf and offers his help. Yavanna informs them that the various lands of the Valar are on lockdown as they face attacks from the darkness and they fear they may not last until Iluvitar can help them, but that is a mission that Gandalf and the other wizards don't know how long it will take. She is afraid for her husbands and needs a way to contact him. She believes having them all cut off from each other was the wrong choice, uniting their forces they will be able to hold off the darkness better than on their own. So, Bilbo is determined to once more become a burglar and enter another mountain. Yavanna does warn him though that this time, the dragon is on the outside of the mountain. Sauron has set Smaug onto the Mountain that is Mahal's domain.

Bilbo sets off with four trouble hobbits to sneak into the Dwarven Halls, managing to distract the dragon enough that he ramms into the mountain and knocks himself out. They find a way inside and find a funny scene, Bilbo's dwarves are attempting to take down the front doors, despite their maker trying to make them see reason. They had heard Smaug's attempts to draw them out, the last thing the dragon had told them, aimed at Thorin himself, was that he was going to go to the Gardens to find Bilbo himself and get his revenge. Bilbo had at that moment drawn away his attention and having not heard the thunderous racket for awhile, the dwarves inside had panicked and were now attempting to try to kill the dragon themselves. Bilbo laughs at their ridiculousness and is almost squished by 13 dwarves. Mahal knows they wouldn't be there unless his wife had sent them and Bilbo gives him the message Yavanna had given him.

Mahal himself is now more than ever determined to find a way to stop the rampage that Sauron is inflicting on their lands. He goes out the way the hobbits came in to take care of a knocked out Smaug, and together, the hobbits, the dwarves and a Valar set off for the Gardens once more.

Reunited, the Valar are planning and discarding plans faster than the others can follow, until Mahal has a very dangerous plan, which he calls the Durin Last Resort.

The reason that Sauron is now able to still remain in lands of the Valar is because he was able to draw power from the remaining rings still in Middle Earth at the time of the War of the Ring, destroying it had not completely cut him off. The other rings had to be found and destroyed before the One Ring was finally banished, only then would Sauron finally be defeated. Time was not a straight line, it happened all at once, and still, Mahal and Yavanna could sent people back as Mahal had done before for Durin in his various reincarnations.

This makes Frodo almost collapse from the anxiety, but he swears that he will try his best if he is asked to be the Ring Bearer again. Bilbo can't take seeing his dear nephew in so much pain, not when he knows that he wasted so much time by doing nothing but using the ring as a simple party trick. He offers himself to go and be the Ring Bearer this time, reasoning that even if Frodo went back to the beginning of his adventure, Sauron already had plenty of time to be prepared and on the lookout for the Ring, but when Bilbo got the Ring himself, Sauron was not strong enough to do much but be the necromancer.

Mahal agrees but Yavanna is not happy. She refuses to put Bilbo in such danger, unless the company also go with him. She wishes for this to be a second chance for the line of Durin, and thus Bilbo wouldn't be alone on his trials. They cannot be sure exactly when Bilbo will go back to, just that it will before the retaking of Erebor. He will also be the only one who will initially have his memories, everyone else will need to be told a special message to unlock those memories back in the world of the living.

Bilbo is then send back in time and back to life a couple of years before his adventure and sets to making things right not just for his friends but also for many others in his life.

Anway, sorry for the innaccuracies on the Valar and everything else, I will not read the Silm and will just wing it lol. Essentially, I want BAMF Bilbo who gets to reunite with his dwarves in the afterlife, and then gets send back into his past to redo the Quest and also go on to destroy the Ring in the place of Frodo. If he and his King are able to finally stop being idiots and actually speak on their feelings, well, we will see. Those two are worse at communication than an angel and demon I know, so it might take a while lol.

Any comments are welcome!

[writermask-0807]

A PRANK GONE TOO FAR - SMAUG X READER

A/n: heiii I'm baaackkkk. So this is a request from a fellow follower!! Im sorry this took me so long, but I wanted it to be perfect, which it still isn't. Also, I want to thank you for requesting!!! Also, can anyone tell me where to find the italics font?? Cus I can't find it...

Warnings: OOC smaug??

THE sound of hastened footsteps rapidly morphed into a full time sprint, bare, petite feet slapping against the damp stone floor echoing unceremoniously throughout the disturbed silence. The unusually loud noise came to a screeching halt as you crashed head-first into the hard cobblestone bricks below, tripping over your own feet in your haste and recklessness, a throaty yelp escaping you. Fear seizing you far more tighter than ever before, you scrambled up onto your trembling feet, casting a nervous glance over your shoulder, wondering whether he'd heard it or not.

When you confirmed that the Dragon was not in sight, you took the moment to calm down your roiling, knotted nerves, your flesh feeling as though there were bugs crawling beneath it, writhing and itching with goosebumps, your rigid spine swept with constant shudders that was from both the abnormal cold and dread. You felt the heavy weight of eyes rest against your skin uncomfortably, the nape of your neck burning as you felt the hollow sensation of sharp eyes bore into your skull, and you swiveled on your heel, glittering e/c orbs nervously darting from one corner to the next frantically, a wild desperation lancing through your veins. Though you could not draw the exact source of the prickling sensation of being watched, you felt it. It was a terror so absolute that it made your blood curdle with unprecedented fear.

Clank!

Your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach, your eyes widening in pure, raw horror as you whipped around to see what the source of the sound was, sure that it was your end, a silent prayer on your lips. You were immensely relieved to find out that it was just the breast-plate of an old, dusty Dwarven armor clattering onto the cool flooring with a dull thud, conveniently at that very moment, scaring you out of your wits, as if you already weren't. Still, it did not fail to make you a little bit more fearful of what was to come, and the blissful, temporary relief was almost immediately flooded with panic, leaving you wondering whether he'd heard the noise. Your dainty palm flew up to your heaving chest in hopes of easing your hammering heart that pounded fiercely against your ribcage, the pumping organ threatening to carve its way out of the safety of your ribcage, and into your trembling palm in one way or another as it crept up into your tightly clamped throat, finding itself a permanent lodging there.

Beads of sweat gathered on your furrowed brow despite the frigid atmosphere that suffocated you, adrenaline coursing through your veins more fluidly than your freezing blood, your legs threatening to buckle underneath your weight and give way to your exhaustion as your thighs burned. Honestly speaking, the only thing that kept you alive and conscious so far was the pumping adrenaline, and your sharpened senses that remained on high alert in spite of the silence. 

Perhaps the fragile, blessed silence should have calmed you down, but it wasn't really quiet, not to you, at least. Your throbbing pulse crept into your ears and reverberated through your skull deafeningly, writing off any other sounds as simply white noise, the steadily rising beats of your heart occupying the invisible folds of space where the silence dwelled, narrating each passing second as if it were a ticking time bomb within your chest, and the soft, labored pants that fell from your chapped lips and the shortness of your breath growing more prominent with the bleeding second, that you feared they would be heard by the sharp, alert ears of your charge.

You both had been at it for approximately four hours now, and you were thoroughly exhausted. Your limbs were beginning to numb from both the cold and the strain you were pulling in them, and you were sure that your muscles were tearing and shredding themselves apart, tormenting your frail body in an agony so raw and painful that it felt as though someone was slowly peeling the skin from your bones, letting the blood gush out freely, unrestrained, taut muscles stretched upon your withering bones, and yet at the same time you were weighed down by a great fatigue. And you didn't mean a simply temporary tire; it was a great fatigue that was now thoroughly soaked into your flesh and blood, pumping through your veins, and clinging onto your very bones, a lethargy and lack of motivation seeping into the very pores of your existence, a bone-deep weariness that latched onto you with a burning vengeance. The adrenaline was slowly beginning to ebb away, and the persistent, burning ache within your limbs were starting to spread rapidly, the various bruises garlanding your frail body becoming more pronounced, your lungs feeling as though they were doused in liquid fire. It took everything in you to swallow the scream of mortal agony that threatened to rip through your throat, and you knew that the end was drawing near as your strength dwindled into nothing more than just a shred of will-power. And although you were sure he already knew that you couldn't hold out for much longer, Smaug showed no signs of stopping his sick game of hide-and-seek any time soon, and it was honestly beginning to frighten you. 

You truly hadn't meant for things to take such a rapidly detoriating change, but there wasn't anything you could do now to amend what you had done, because it seemed that your idea of a prank was not exactly approved by Smaug, and now, things had gotten too far out of hand. It appeared that your actions had awoken the more cruel side of him, the part you weren't even aware existed, and your mischief had finally become your undoing. (But jeez, why'd he need to get so angry anyway? It wasn't like you stole his precious hoard or something…)

Speak of the Devil…

" Oh, Y/N ~~~ " Smaug sang, and the call reverberated throughout the many abandoned hallways and corridors of the previous Dwarven hold, bouncing off the walls and reaching your ears as a vehement hiss, scraping against your eardrums harshly, chilling you to the very bone, and your skin crawled. His normally soothing voice had now darkened with an unseeing predatory grin, impossibly deep with cruelty as it rang out, colored with a dark undertone, voice rich with silk and velvet, and laden with the ripe promise of your impending doom that he would definitely, and swiftly deliver when he would find you. It echoed maliciously throughout the winding archways and labyrinths of the great structure, and you were unable to pin-point the location of his voice.

With the last remaining strength you possessed, you strained your screaming muscles and hobbled towards a fallen pillar, hiding yourself behind it. Your heart began to drum even more violently within your chest, erupting into an erratic racing so loud that it forcefully echoed in a deafening rhythm in your skull, morphing into a chorus of chaos as your pulse mirrored its rapid song, the brutal, hellish cacophony ringing so loud that you feared he'd heard it.

Your exposed, supple and now sallow skin was cool against the stone structure of the broken pillar, and it sent a sliver of fear trickling down your rigid spine. You folded your legs beneath your weight, and bent down so that you would be hidden from sight, ears perked for any sounds that might have escaped your notice. 

You made the wise decision not to move, and thank God you did so too, as you heard a slight rustle permeate throughout the freezing atmosphere, once again, shattering the delicate silence the cold corridors held. Your breath halted within your throat, hitched in your heaving chest and sat beneath your ribs silently, lungs burning with a red-hot intensity as you did so. Your delicate skin flared with a new set of shudders, bruised limbs spreading with a rekindled ache, eyes widening with edges of pure insanity, so much so that they might've even popped out of their respective sockets if you'd tried, and you swallowed thickly, a silent plea on your breath to whatever deity was up there to save you, as you held out a trembling palm to cup your quivering lips, so that no sound would escape from you. Your petite form shook with uncontrollable tremors, but you shed no tears. You weren't able to, your eyes wide and unblinking, almost as if some unseen force was prying your eyelids open so that you could feel them boiling as well.

 

In that moment, even that quiet sound inflicted upon you a pure, absolute sense of paralyzing dread, a heavy sense of foreboding settling into the pit of your stomach as a stone to water, and you couldn't shake away the horrible feeling crawling up your throat.

Everything had lapsed into another restless fit of silence, inevitable to be broken once again, the soft noise that had earlier ruffled the frozen moment gone, but a thick tension clouded the atmosphere, thickening the unbearably cold air with an ambigous and dark sense of foreboding. A bead of sweat trickled past your brow, despite Winter's icy breath smothering the air, sucking the soul out of you. When you were sure that enough time had passed, you released the sigh you'd been holding in, and watched as your breath shrouded the air in front of you, forming into something that was vaguely reminiscent of clouds of dusted frost swirling with the current of the winds. 

The silence was palpable, and too tempting as it simply coaxed you to break it, to break it and be heard. The sound of silence beat cruelly against your eardrums, filling you up with a sense of indescribable gloom and dread.

Mustering up enough courage to see if whatever made the sound was gone and the coast was clear for you to clamber up to your frail limbs and make your grand escape, you tentatively peeked out from behind the pillar, your smooth palm clasped tightly around the stone surface, gripping so tightly that your knuckles were painted the same shade of marble as the ivory pillar beneath your gaunt fingertips.

There was nothing. The seemingly wet, gray bricks of the claustrophobically narrow hallway stretched onto the horizon, creating an impossibly smooth surface that appeared too damp for touch. You suddenly appreciated the gloom-and-doom theme of the hallway, knowing that Smaug's bright scales would glimmer and glisten underneath the dim lighting, shimmering with a myriad of vivid colors. You had seen it before, knew how majestic it looked, and knew it would be a dead give-away to his surprisingly silent presence.

You released a relieved sigh, your shoulders slumping forward, the heavy weight that rested on them dispersing. Your arms fell limply by your sides as you let your weight rest against the pillar, exhausted, and even that miniscule twitch of action made the ache grow even more stronger, until you saw the corners of your eyes speckle with shards of darkness from a broken oblivion.

A soft, brittle pant slipped traitorously past your clenched teeth and drifted into the misty air, but you found yourself reveling in the rare moment of blissful ignorance, your heart strangely at ease, your worries slowly ebbing away with the flow of the seemingly frozen time, and perhaps that was partly because the Dragon was nowhere in sight, (and maybe the cause was also a slight touch of hysteria). Shifting your weight beneath your crumpled up form uncomfortably, you finally ripped your eyes away from the gloom of the seemingly never-ending corridor, and a greater horror awaited you.

There, in all of his magnificent glory, situated between the once empty space of two marble pillars, was your furious charge. You had no idea how he had managed to sneak up from behind you, and God knows how long he'd been waiting there patiently, for you to turn your head and meet his gaze. However, when the small shred of sanity left of you reconsidered this fact, you realized that he'd always been that way. Despite his hulking, colossal form, he had always been able to maintain a polished air of impeccable grace around him, and all the times you had sneaked off to explore the darkened nooks and crannies of the mountain, he had always managed to find you, in one way or another. Unfortunately, you did not possess his admirable elegance, and couldn't help the mortified squeak that fell from your quivering lips.

This, however, seemed to enrage him further, and the ever-bright plates of armor that were his scales shifted to the color of deep grapefruit pink, smoldering shades of raw tongues of bleeding crimson and auburn, and the waning blue of gloomy cerulean flickered ominously on his scales in the dimly lit fog, mirroring his cold fury. The vivid, lustrous splatter of bleeding colors were a stark contrast against the gloom of the dull background behind his towering form, and the thinly veiled clouds of rich colors shifted ever so slightly, a colorful cosmos so painfully bright that it hurt to look at, the very epitome of an elusive beauty. His nostrils were flared in anger, his sharp canines bared into an ugly snarl, anger brewing within his lustrous irises. 

Your heart quite literally stopped in mid-beat, plummeting into the pit of your stomach where a black hole formed, and chaos erupted in your head, distorted, withering voices wreaking havoc in your mindscape, filling your mind with incomprehensible, over-crossing thoughts and white noise. Sweat began to pour more vigorously down your brow as your eyes widened in pure, unadulterated fear, and your feet remained stubbornly rooted to the spot, escape out of the question. You felt a fear unlike no other, horror flooding your senses with a disassociative sort of panic, and you felt oddly detached, as if time had stopped for a few nanoseconds, numb from reality for a few long moments, before the whole impact of the situation slammed into you, bringing you back to your senses, burning with the white-hot intensity of a heated rod.

You let out a small gasp, and the world continued its steady pace once again, though the grains of time between you and the Dragon seemed suspended in the air.

You didn't dare move, fearing that if you did, he would snap, though your cramped muscles screamed at you to. Your skin crawled underneath his scrutinizing glower, and you felt as though his deep, molten orbs pierced through your flesh and stared at your very soul, almost as if he were assessing your weaknesses, waiting for an opening, a sliver of opportunity for him to sink his teeth into your soul. A shiver swept down your stiff spine, and this time, you were unsure if it was the cold, the thickening suspense of the seemingly frozen moment, or the fierce intensity of his glare, or a curious concoction of all of them.

Your eyes darted around frantically for an exit as you shrank further into the pillar, your aching back pressing deeper and deeper against the cool, harsh surface of the ivory pillar, a violent, raw desperation flooding your veins.

This appeared to be the opportune moment Smaug had been oh so patiently waiting for, as he slid closer to you, movements silent and predatory, almost lazy as he cornered you, a hungry predator teasing his fearful prey. " Tell me, dearest, are you afraid?"  He crooned softly, almost lovingly, but the soft tone of his voice did not fool you, because the rich, silky voice that spilled past his tightly clenched jaw was not his own, for it was too sickly sweet in its falsity that it felt horribly bitter and thick on your tongue, dripping honey, but embedded with an acidic venom, daring, mocking, taunting you.

But what frightened you the most was his eyes. Those deep, luminous orbs of amber and molten gold held a sharp, sadistic twinkle in them as they gleamed brightly in the dim lighting. They swirled with pigmentations of speckled hickory, bleeding a metallic lustre, holding the entire cosmos within their lustrous depths, star-tinted, and undeniably, terribly beautiful. But they were cruel, and there was a feral sort of look in his eyes, the sort of harsh, malicious glint that could make you bleed with just one uncaring glance, animalistic and raw and primal, almost as though he were dangerously teetering over the brink of insanity. His eyes seemed to glow brightly in the darkness as if they contained the sun itself within their deep golden depths, sly as they narrowed upon your shaking frame.

" I - …" Your voice came out as a harsh, raspy whisper, the caverns of your mouth suddenly dry as your voice crackled like yellowed parchment, the fear in your faltering tone never waning. You had no idea what to say, your mind suddenly blank and devoid of thoughts as the words wilted on your tongue, burdening you further.

" Yes?" The Dragon pressed as he circled you, his voice coming out as a slow, uninterested drawl, but there was a barely noticeable note of eagerness buried underneath the monotony of his dull wording. 

You swallowed thickly, hands clutched into tight fists, nails digging into the soft flesh of your trembling palm, threatening to draw blood as you struggled to form proper words. 

Finally, it seemed as though his patience was beginning to wear thin, because he stopped cornering around your trembling form, and stopped in front of you, his towering frame imposing, and striking fear into your thundering heart as it hammered desperately against your ribcage, threatening to jump out at any given moment. He seemed to hear your rapid heartbeat, as his eyes lit up with a feral sort of amusement, his lips twisting in the vague semblance of a cruel, foxy smile, and you couldn't help but be reminded of a serpent's forked tongue flicking out to taste the fear in the air, fear it detected from you. " Tell me, beloved, did you truly find your 'joke' amusing? Forgive me, but I failed to see the humor in it. Enlighten me as as why the 'brilliant' thought occurred to you in the first place."  Smaug said, and although it was oh so polite, appearing no more than rich velvet tumbling off of his lips in a low whisper, you knew it was a demand, a threat.

You swallowed the distressed cry that rose to your throat, and was now very aware of the thick crimson substance trickling down your skin as your nails sank deeper into your palm - 

"Well?!" 

You flinched as he raised his voice against you, the thunderous roar rattling you to the very core. You couldn't help the tears that welled in your lustrous e/c orbs as you finally cried out, sputtering and stumbling on your words. " I'm sorry! But you weren't waking and I didn't know what to do and I wanted to prank you and - " Your rambling was cut short when Smaug heaved what suspiciously sounded like an exasperated sigh, plumes of steam bellowing from his nostrils as he drew closer. 

Confused, you raised your head to meet his gaze shamefully, and spied what was dimly reminiscent to warm amusement flickering within his luminous orbs. " So you decided that the best solution was to stick coins up my nostrils? While I was sleeping?" He put a heavy emphasis on the last sentence, and you felt as though he was almost chastising you. You suddenly felt very small and very childish, and an embarrassed heat flushed your tear-stained cheeks.

The viciousness that had lingered in his words had vanished, the dark, sinister undertone that had previously occupied his voice gone, almost as though a switch had been flipped off. You suddenly realized it was just a facade, a mask he wore to intimidate you into speaking. As realization dawned on you, heat crawled up from your neck and tinged your ears a pink, your cheeks flooding with dark crimson, as you wondered just how much dumb you were. Sure, maybe it wasn't all that obvious, but you had known Smaug almost your entire life. This was a new low, even for you.

" Oh… " You murmured, your normally boisterous voice dropped to a soft, quiet whisper. Your charge shot you an unimpressed look that practically screamed," I'm not even surprised that you still have no clue." 

Seeing the rich amusement within his cognac, star-lidded optics, you knew he was teasing you, and you almost immediately shot to your defense, hollering indignantly, your arms flailing around madly, as though to prove your point. " H-hey it's not my fault that you decided to scare the living soul out of me! I wasn't able to think properly- !" But somehow, the thought that he could quickly change from your loving charge to a predator in a second scared you, and you felt a sudden surge of relief knowing that he'd never hurt you (at least not intentionally), and you felt bad for those who'd incurred his wrath previously. The thought brought a smile to your lips, the plump flesh curling into a bright beam, rivaling the warmth of the sun in all of its magnificent glory.

Smaug chuckled, a deep, pleasant rumble that vibrated throughout his broad chest, more amused at your childish antics than anything, 

"Consider it a reciprocation of sorts, for your earlier actions." He said, pivoting on his heel, heading back towards the treasury, with you hot on his tail. His eyes glistened like the dying rays of the waning sun, fondness reflecting in the rich, cosmic orbs as they melted into golden rays that circled an eclipse.

Even though his eyes were trained firmly on the corridor stretching before him, Smaug could hear the smile in your voice as you muttered something along the lines of ' We'll see soon,', and it managed to make his own lips curve into a semblance of a real smile, one that almost mirrored your own.

{Perhaps he ought to do this more often.}

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