#dis princess of Erebor

[deadthingposting]

Me everytime lady Dís princess of Erebor appears in a fic:

✨💖THERE 💖SHE💖 IS 💖MY 💖FAVORITE 💖MILF💖 ✨

[mrkida-art]

The children of Thráin II; Thorin, Frerin and Dís.

[y97dgu]

More of Dís and her family. my favorite girl ❤️

[dyingroses]

 . . . . . . and thus with great sorrow, Princess Dís became queen of Erebor

[conkers-thecosy]

To Our Bilbo Baggins...

Here's to our Bilbo Baggins, no matter what guise he wears. To our book Bilbo, our film Bilbo, our Lego Bilbo, our Rankin & Bass Bilbo. To our fandom Bilbo, and all the hats we give him to wear. To our confident Bilbo, to our anxious Bilbo, to our clever Bilbo, to our foolishly brave Bilbo. To our feral Bilbo, to our calm Bilbo, to our grumpy Bilbo, to our determined Bilbo, our sweet Bilbo, our always a little queer Bilbo. Master Baggins. Mister Bilbo. Professor Baggins. William Robert Baggins. Billy-Bob. Bella. Bilba. Bilbo.

Here's to the Consort Under The Mountain, who finds his happiness with his found-family in Erebor. Who hits his stride amongst dwarrow, and slots into place as an ambassador between the three surrounding kingdoms. Who takes tea with Princess Dis every Mersday at 4pm sharp, who trains with Dwalin, and learns to speak Khuzdul with Ori. Who works and sleeps beside his husband, supporting and driving King Thorin onwards to meet all of his goals and dreams for his people. Their people, together, united, content, and in love.

Here's to the confirmed bachelor that lives at Bag End, who returns from adventure, tired and heart-sore, and finds comfort in the sunshine of the Shire. Who works in his garden, grows his tomatoes, and sits outside the big green door with his pipe. Who writes songs and poems, who translates epic tales, and dedicates years of his peaceful life to spinning one of his own. Who takes in his distant cousin, who calls him Nephew, and shares a birthday with him each year, then leaves him to begin his own tales of adventure with a precious golden trinket he picked up many years before.

Here's to the Hobbit who falls somewhere in the middle. Who leaves the Lonely Mountain and returns to his books and his armchair, who plants his seeds and watches them grow, all with the company of another. A dwarf who might have been king, but for one reason or another, has decided instead to spend his days beside the company burglar, both of them in their idyllic reshirement. Sometimes they have a child of their own, sometimes they adopt the self-same distant cousin who calls them both Uncle, and sometimes it's just the two of them, but they are always together, and always at peace, at last.

Here's to Bilbo Baggins, who is forever changing in our hands, but who, at his core, will always be courageous, always be impulsive, and always do the right thing, no matter what it may cost him. Who will always be kind, always love a good joke, and always take pleasure in good food and song.

Here's to Bilbo Baggins.

[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. <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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Floral Arrangements (Thorin x gn!reader)

A/N: I have been working on this for ages but couldn't finish it, so here is part one. Hopefully I can get on to writing part 2 soon if people are interested.

The reclamation of Erebor by the company of Thorin Oakenshield had come with mixed emotions for (Y/N). You were excited to return to your childhood home with your two brothers. The three of you were given standard family quarters and small allowance to help you to settle in. The only downside was that so many who returned were also skilled in dressmaking, crafting, and forging leaving the three of you out of the job. To honour your fathers’ memory, the oldest of your brothers joined the royal guard, fulfilling your fathers’ old position. Both you and your youngest brother had no desire to follow suit.

Instead, the two of you decided to set up your own business outside of a stall in the market square. Flowers were neither common nor traditional in gifting practice within Longbeard culture. But the two of you were counting on the clans’ heavy involvement in the human world. It wasn’t uncommon for dwarves to adopt foreign human practices, even those of gifting and courting means. Thus, the two of you decided to adopt and adapt.

You took care of the purchasing, finances, displays and arrangements for the stall. There was limited private garden space within the mountain and requests for a private plot outside of the mountain for flower growth going unanswered, you had resorted to buying fresh flowers from a farmer just outside of Dale. Your fresh floral arrangements and bouquets proved popular enough amongst the mountain residents and its visitors, but they certainly were not what set your business apart.

The true jewel of your enterprise was the flowers crafted of precious metals and jewels of the most vibrant hues you sold. A sign of un-wilting and passionate love was the motto associated with them. Such a product was much more suited to the nature of dwarven love and courtship. You designed singles, arrangements and bouquets while your brother brought them to life.

With the introduction of said product, the popularity of the stall had doubled. The word had soon spread of the glittering creations and dwarves from across the seven kingdoms travelled to visit your stall. Within its first year and a half of operation its notability had grown to such heights that you were able to move from a stall to a rather comfortable store. This notability had additionally brought the attentions of the royal family upon you.

It was a warm afternoon when you received word from a steward that Princess Dis would be stopping by to look at your wares. After his departure you had bustled around the store preparing for the royal visit. A visit by a member of the royal family to look at your joint creations was incredibly humbling. Your bustling was disrupted by the sound of a customer entering the store. Peering up from where you knelt behind the counter you were shocked to see Princess Dis herself was already here.

“Pardon my lady, I was not expecting you yet” you politely greeted while stumbling up to your feet. “There’s no need please” Dis gestured at you kindly to continue what you were doing. “How can I be of service to you? Would you just like to browse or were you looking for something in particular” you gently prodded. The last thing you wanted was to drive away a customer like Dis Durin by being overbearing and pushy.

“I’d heard of the brilliance of your jewelled flowers and decided to come and have a look at the crafts myself” she praised glancing around, “do you make them yourself?” “No Ma’am. I design and arrange them, but my brother is the one who crafts them” you answered in earnest. “Well, you are both truly talented. The delicacy with which your brother has crafted them and your eye for colour are truly well paired together” she praised. Embarrassed by the praise you bowed your head in thanks and smiled shyly at the Princess in return.

Dis fluttered gracefully about your store for the next half hour inspecting the different florals on display, making conversation with you as she went. Eventually though she asked about whether you took custom orders. The two of you had never actually made a specified custom order for a client, instead you typically just sold the premade stock. Every piece was one of a kind so most customers were content by the uniqueness that the piece they choose offered. However, this was the future Queen mother, the honourable Lady Dis which had ruled in Thorin’s stead while he was on the quest to Erebor. So, you agreed that the two of you would be happy to make her a custom piece. Dis had been excited by the offer and promised to come back in several days’ time to plan out what she would like. With her departure you shut up shop and rushed home to tell your brothers of the great news.

  ----Several days later ----

You hadn’t seen nor heard from the Princess. You both were disappointed that Dis hadn’t followed through and placed an order but kept your heads up. After all the reason that you had moved to the shop was because of the influx of other noble and rich customers. Instead of dwelling on Dis’ missed order, you carried on organising and designing to pull your previous customers back.

It was late one evening while you were preparing to close the shop for the evening when a surprise visitor appeared in your shop. With your back to the doorway, you had failed to hear the quiet footsteps making their way up behind you. It was the unfamiliar gruff tone of a clearing throat that alerted you to the other presence. Whipping around you stepped back in surprise. Before you stood Thorin, Son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain.

Remembering your manners, you were quick to greet and bow to the King with all of the Court courtesies you had been taught as a child. Thorin nodded in acknowledgement of the respectful gesture as you rose. “My sister visited you store a few days ago and has been raving about the crafts you sell ever since” the King began, “I convinced her out of investing in one because my nephews and I would like to get one for her birthday.” You smiled broadly as you dwelled on the King’s words. Princess Dis had not forsaken your store nor had forgotten your arrangement. Instead, she had gushed about to the rest of the royal family.

Switching back into business mode you got straight to work, “Were you interested in buying one of our premade arrangements or were you looking to commission a custom piece as your sister was looking into?” Almost instantly Thorin answered, “a custom, if you are free now then I would like to go over the details while I have time.” His curtness took you slightly off guard, but you tried not to let it show, “of course, I will just close the shop front so that nobody comes in and disturbs us. Then we can begin.”

You had been quick to close the shop front as you had done many other nights and then led the king to your workstations in the rare of the shop. After settling in you had questioned him rigirously about what he was looking for. From the types of flowers, sizing, number, types of jewels, and colouring of the joinery the two of you had discussed it all. Thorin’s demeanor had relaxed the more the two of you spoke, seeming almost as if he was enjoying the informalities of the conversation. He had even asked personal questions of you while you had jotted down notes of the details, he fed you; who had come up with the idea for the shop, how many of you run it daily, where you had lived during the clan’s refugee years, if many of your family members had been able to return to the mountain, your age, and even if you were married.

By the end of it you had come up with a comprehensive plan of what the Durin’s were looking to have done for the matriarch. You promised Thorin that over the next few days you would come up with several design compositions to showcase to him. He smiled warmly at you and promised to return in a few days’ time as he bid you, his farewells. Giddily, you found yourself looking forward to a visit from the mountain king, a man truly unobtainable to you due to his status and yet had asked about your marital status out of curiosity. A dwarf could dream.

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[rogue-durin-16]

ROGUE-DURIN-16'S THE HOBBIT MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

• KÍLI SON OF DÍS

So-called matchmaker (f|os|?)

Request: I'd like to request Kili x reader, when Fili tries to be a matchmaker, but doesn't notice the courting braids Kill and reader already have?

Her hair (f|os|?)

Request: may I ask for a kill x dwarf F reader? They first meet at bilbo's house and it's love at frist sight for both of them and as the quest goes on Kili asks to braid her hair as Dwarven tradition of courting?

Distraction (f|os|?)

Request: I'd like to request a fluff kili x reader where the reader is stressed with loads amount of work.

A lesson in archery [Part I/II] [Part II/II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: A member of the company might have gotten Kili smitten. Sadly, Thorin is not exactly fond of her, and the last thing Kili wanted was to go against his uncle's will.

The heir's curse [Part I/?] [Part II/?] [Part III/?] (≈a|mp|?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end.

• THORIN OAKENSHIELD

The flower in the forge [Part I/II] [Part II/II] [Addition] (f-a|mp|?)

Request: Thorin x fem human! reader where they meet in Ered Luin during Thorin's blacksmith days, she bonded with the rest of the Durins too especially Dis. Maybe a bit of an angsty/bittersweet ending because the reader is not interested in being a queen

• FÍLI SON OF DÍS

The heir's curse [Part I/?] [Part II/?] [Part III/?] (≈a|mp|?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end.

The keeper [Part I/II] [Part II/II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fili, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

• DWALIN SON OF FUNDIN

The bard's charms (f|os|?)

Request: How about some of Dwalin pining over a bard (performer) visiting Erebor?

• TAURIEL OF MIRKWOOD

My home (f|os|?)

Request: a Tauriel x Fem reader with a lotta cuteness? Where reader and Tauriel adopted a little child and it's just family fluff? Also can the child be like at the baby-talk stage, and kinda just toddles around?

[enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog]

Just a fun little quick write, trying to pull myself out of a horrid case of writers block that I find myself struggling with. Not sure if I will continue this or not. But it was certainly amusing to write. 😂

~Arachnid Deathicus~

Part 1

 It was a rare thing to see a Dwarf of the male variety scared, Dis would know. She was surrounded by them on a daily basis. Strong willed, stubborn, and fearless are the words she would use to describe her brother and her sons. She would think no different of the 10 other dwarfs that made up the rest of the famous company that reclaimed Erebor, either. Fearless, thick headed, loyal souls the whole lot of them.

Restoring Erebor was a monumental job. Not just from a structural standpoint but from a cleanliness one as well. Dragons were not particularly good house keepers, and the amount of dust and critters that had made their home in the abandoned halls and rooms of the mountain city was astonishing.

In comparison, critters and dust bunnies should be an easy feat, or at least that’s what Dis had thought. It was shortly after her arrival from the Blue Mountains that she came to witness this well-hidden terror that each and every member of the company kept well hidden.

It was mid-day. The lunch rush was done, and everyone was heading back to their assigned tasks. She was walking along with halls, approaching the kitchens when she hear a cry of sheer terror accompanied by the cacophony of pots and pans bouncing off the walls and floors. Dis gathered her skirts and ran quickly to the kitchen, ready to come to the aid of whoever needed it.

As soon as she ran through the door, she stopped in her tracks, stunned by what she saw. Bomber was up on the counter, tediously balanced while welding a saucepan above his head, a crazed look gleaming in his eyes as he zoned in on some unknown target.

“Bombur!? What in Mahal’s name is going on?” Dis exclaimed.

The rotund dwarf jumped in surprise, eyes wide as his face turned a bright crimson red, almost a complete match to his fiery hair and beard. “Nothing your majesty! Absolutely nothing is amiss.” He chuckled nervously, lowering the sauce pan to act like he was wielding it like a sword. “Just making sure my sword arm is still in good form is all.”

Dis’s eyebrows were clear up in her hairline. “On the counter, my dear Bombur?”

“One must stay fit after all.” He huffed. “We can’t be caught unawares. Who knows when an enemy can sneak up on us from the shadows.”

“Uh huh.” The princess pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at the well-fed dwarf. “Ok, well just making sure all is well. I’ll leave you to your … endeavors.”

Bombur bobbed his head up and down with dizzying speed. “Of course, your majesty.”

Dis hesitated, her eyes shifting between the discarded pots and pans laying hap-hazardously all over the kitchen, but decided it was probably for the best she leave the dwarf alone to finish whatever it was he was up too. As she turned and walked out the double doors, she heard Bombur cursing in Khuzdul under his breath, wondering how in the world he was going to get down from his perch on the counter.

 

The next instance came a few days later as she was heading back to her private chambers. As she was about to pass her son Fili’s rooms, she heard a high-pitched shriek accompanied by the sounds of crashing and terrified yelps of “Kill it! Kill it! Squash it!”

“May the Valar have mercy on your soul! You call yourself an archer?! Your aim is horrid!”

“I’d like to see you throw a boot with precise aim troll brain!”

“Crap! Where did that spawn of Mordor go?”

Silence. One could have heard a pin drop with how quiet it got in the halls as Dis stared at her son’s doors incredulously. Before she could even consider taking one step towards the door, another shriek pierced the silence, and the doors flew open with a resounding ‘BANG!’ as Fili jumped out flailing his arms while jumping up and down. “It’s in my hair! Kili! Get it out! Get it out!”

Kili stumbled out, laughing hysterically as he watched his older brother flail about. His mirth didn’t last long however, as a black speck about the size of a small coin went flying out of Fili’s hair and landed square on Kili’s nose. His eyes crossed momentarily stunned at his sudden bad luck before he let out an unbecoming shout of dismay as he began smacking his face “AAAGGGGHHHHH Get it off! Get it off!”

“BOYS!” Dis shrieked. “What in the name of Mahal is going on!?”

Fili looked up at his mom, his body still squirming and twitching as if trying to fight off some invisible force torturing him. “Amad! Hey! How was tea?” He grinned painfully,

Kili, not caring that his mom was watching, was bent over and vigorously shaking his head while scratching his hands through his hair. The black object fell from his hair onto the floor before him and he stomped on it, a gross crunch barely audible coming from under his boot. The younger dark-haired prince then looked up at this mother with a prize-winning grin. “Amad! We were just about to come check in on you.”

Dis narrowed her eyes, her hands firmly placed on her hips. “The whole mountain just heard that horrendous shrieking. What is wrong with the both of you?”

“Rats Amad.” Fili replied, dead serious.

“Disgusting creatures, hiding in all the nooks and crannies.”

“Falling from the ceilings.”

“Lying in wait for the opportune moment to strike.”

“Dreadful business Amad, truly you should go back to your chambers where you are safe.’

The two brothers played off each other flawlessly, not missing a beat as they both looked at her with a schooled innocence, she learned a long time ago to not trust. “You are the crowned princes of Erebor!” She hissed, as she shook a stern finger in their direction. “I expect you to act like it!”

“Of course, Amad.” Fili nodded towards his mom stoically, his hands grasped firmly behind his back not even caring that his blonde, braided hair was an absolute wreck.

“Forgive us Amad.” Kili added graciously, his hair sticking up at all ends as well.

DIs rolled her eyes. “Good grief boys fix your hair!”

These were not the only instances she happened across either. They were to be the first of many.

[lucigoo]

Snippet Sunday Tuesday, whoops

Thank you @brandileigh2003 for the tag, i just wrote soemthing sad, so decided i have a snippet worth sharing. Yes, I'm blaming you for it, even though its The Hobbit ..... (love ya really) So here is the snippet, talks of death and its canon compliant so ...

A death she was happy to embrace with open arms. She had always been afraid of death. Had always been surrounded by it. Her amad and signamad and the majority of their people's deaths to a dragon. Her signadad, all of her uncles and her brother to the orcs at Khazadum. Her father to wherever he went off to after tryig to reclaim Erebor. It had hurt, it had burnt her alive inside, but until Vili's death she had been able to carry on, to endure the way a princess should. But then her One died in an avoidable mine collapse. A callopse that lit a fire in Thorin, one she hadn't seen since he was a young dwarf wanting to change the world for their people, for his nephew, for her. But his fire, his new spark, his unending quiest had destroyed the life she had etched out for them. The life she had clawed out with her fingertips. The children she had clung on to with all she was worth. A dragon and gold and an inhereted curse or whatever it was that had sent her brother hurtling down their signadad's footprints. Somehting she felt great pity towards Thorin for, and yet, beneath the pity and the love, she hated him. She hated him more then any other member of their family who had left her behind. Because he didn't just leave her behind, he left her alone whilst taking her whole reason for living with him.

Going to tag a few people, but picl a day, any day to work it on (I did lmao) @conkers-thecosy, @lordoftherazzles, @chaoticangel666, @sunnyrosewritesstuff, @lisellelascelles, @fishing4stars, @blackknight-100

[y97dgu]

a quick drawing of my version of Dis, daughter of Thrain, granddaughter of Thror, Thorin’s younger sister

[urdadisgae]

Fanfic I might maybe be in the motion of thinking of writing maybe

Dis arriving to Erebor in the nobody dies/everybody lives AU

- dwarven crowd cheering the return of the princess of the mountain returning to her home

- fili, kili and thorin run up to her to hug her

Dis: “after the ceremony, you will all sit and tell me why I shouldn’t have you all beheaded for your stupidity that almost got you killed”

Thorin *visibly afraid*: “haha funny joke… you couldn’t convince any of the guards to do it tho”

Dis: “you are more stupid than I thought if you think I would not do it myself”

[esculentevil]

Dis the Dame of Erebor, daughter of Thrain and sister of Thorin

Day 3: Dwarrowdams | Monochrome | Joy | Motifs | Language Written for @lotrladiessource‘s Lord of the Rings Ladies Week!

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆💎AO3/Pillowfort🌲☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆

“My, my... Now, that is a lovely outfit you have there--so icy~”

“And yet yours more perfectly captures the frozen mountain caps, no? Lady Dis.” Thranduil offers a small smile as the dwarf dame that insists on calling him sister laughs joyously at his rebutting quip. She smacks his right arm, jolting him and his staff but thankfully not his wine or glass, and stands proudly before him, strong hands on stout hips, with a grin that can outshine even the Arkenstone.

He smiles a bit brighter at that.

Giving one of his accompanying royal guards, Annuigwae, his staff to hold, Thranduil lends his recently slapped elbow to the dwarf dame in question and enjoys her amused laughter as she accepts the crook of his arm; together, princess and king cross the divide between The Lonely Mountain and Dale; and not once does it escape The Great Elvenking that--between her graying hair and clothing of dark charcoal, soot black, gray rain, burned earth, and snow white--Lady Dis looks like a right embodiment of the very mountain she was born in: and every bit the queen she’ll never get to be but he knows she would be.

[blankdblank]

Vampire/Mermaids/Werewolves/etc Masterlist

CREATURE OC/character

Fin - Alone on an island for most of your life you find yourself coming to the aid of a young Prince. One catch, he’s a Merman, and in your attempt to save his life you’ve unknowingly engaged yourself to him. Trouble follows through the time and distance separating you, until one day a storm leaves the stranded Prince and a few of his kin in need of your protection. Mermaid AU – Star crossed lovers – Reader Attacked – hurt/comfort – smut – culture clash

Pt 1  - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - 

Up – Coming from the sunken kingdoms of Valinor an unusual courting ritual lands you in the path of an Elf who enjoys terrible pick up lines who instantly falls for you. Only the ship you are on to cross the oceans goes down and in saving him you pay the price of having to leave him after having gotten wet before sealing your bond forcing you back into the watery kingdoms below. Soulmates – mermaid reader – angst – humor - fluff 

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189124871829/up

Howl – A child stolen able to create gold and gems by a sorcerer is traded in place of a dragon to guard the new hoard said child had created for them. When time comes for the Durins to wander home the enchanted chains on the now grown stranger are broken unleashing an old curse upon the Durin clan she is in need of breaking to free her new friends. Cursed oc – Wolf Durins – Song – Dwalin Pining

Durin Sitting - Your first day at a temp job seems to have landed you right in the attentions of the man who would inherit the Company one day. The only catch, he’s a werewolf and has no clue how to let you know after he falls head over heels for you. (Re-Edited) Skin changer/Monster AU – Werewolf Durins - mutual pining – inter-office romance – Angst – Drama – lost loved ones

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6

Vampire – The need for an umbrella leads to a misunderstanding of infuriating proportions. No Pairing – Dwarf Culture – Assumed Vampire – Helpful Dwarves – Humor

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/684774346956423168/vampire

Only Human - A hard won relationship with the stubborn Dwarf King finds itself at an all time dismal place when miles apart one of you is clearly a King and on his way to being married while the other is so clearly a horse. But a gift for the new Queen of Erebor finds a certain Mare in a cage being brought for display for the King and future Queen. Tempers and magic flies when Gandalf is called for to right a confusing wrong. Cursed oc – Fallen to ME – Drama – angst – Injured OC – humor – hurt/comfort

Pt 1 - Pt 2 – Pt 3 – Pt 4 – Pt 5 – 

** Beauty & the Beast – Durin the Deathless in a ploy to have his bairns loved truly by their Ones an enchantment is welcomed that can be broken by discovery of said One before a certain point of their young adulthood and for generations Prince after Prince have led their populace between nightly shifts to the other selves for those unbound to their Ones. Young Prince Thorin is next in line to be bound and a certain Princess set upon pouncing on him in a hunt and chase game to test the prowess of the majestic Dwarf clan plays a much larger part in his life than he expected.

A bond that is threatened in an unexpected snake bite that drives an emotional blade in his chest in the assumption that his One died saving him. A Princess with an enchantment all her own finds herself Queen and invited to the courting games for Prince Thorin’s hand in marriage and soon after requiring a place to hide when a coup for her throne lands her on the Durin borders badly injured.

Cursed oc – assumed dead – mistaken identity – mutual pining – angst – humor – injured oc – MC Death/Rebirth

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - 

It’s a Head Scratcher –

Death was meant to bring peace. Not when you wake up with paws. The lifelong wonder as to where his One has been is finally silenced as now she is holding his leash. The plushy life assumed with the title of his One is anything but when an imagined dead enemy of old is still fighting and darkening this new world Thorin has awoken in. He wishes he could help more but that certainly would require thumbs. Trapped oc – soulmates – drama – angst – lost loved ones

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 – Pt 4 – 

Giants and Gems

A flare of a temper brings an unlikely creature into the life of the young Elf Thranduil, one that shapes his life and nearly breaks him when faced with the chance of losing them. Hurt/comfort – Bonding – Courtship – OC child of stone giants – love at first sight - battles

Pt 1 - Pt 2 

Twice Upon A Time – Once upon a time a Dragon fell in love. Taking mortal form to be with his mortal love. But with marriage comes babies and with any forbidden love comes a price. Twice upon a time, heir to a forbidden affair is known only to those old enough to remember as something sinister, but useful, cannibal. Some secrets are too big to hide and when they are exposed unexpected reactions are given. Dragon shifter oc – Twin sister to oc x Thorin – hurt comfort – Depressed/Injured oc – Twin shared healing/pain – battles – pg/birth – angst - drama

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - 

Deceiving Star – Fallen Star presumed face thief you find yourself trapped in the dungeons of Iron Hills with an odd mix of companions. You must now escape and find your way back to Erebor to help a Dwarf King in much need of assistance to reclaim his lost homeland. Fallen Star/Reborn OC – Shape Shifter OC – Trapped in Iron Hills – Escape – Destroy the Ring – Hurt/Comfort – Reclaiming Erebor – Trial - Thranduil x oc

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/687511767553835008/deceiving-star

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

TREAT!!

Thorin please

I'm sorry for waiting so long with this, but ultimately it worked out well because I need an excuse to write something happy tonight!

So I had this idea once upon a time of what if there was a friendship between Thorin and Legolas pre-fall of Erebor...

Thorin stood next to his father, trying to resist the urge to sigh. He gripped his sleeves and squirmed in place until his father’s firm hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up at the older dwarf who only gave him a small shake of his head. Even though pouting was not ‘princely behavior’, Thorin could still feel his brows pulling together against his will. It’s just that this was so booooooring. 

“On behalf of Mirkwood, Erebor welcomes: King Thranduil and Prince Legolas, to welcome Princess Dis to the world.”

Thorin felt his father tense beside him, and there were grumbles from the rest of the royal dwarves at having to deal with elves. Thorin, on the other hand, immediately perked up in anticipation. This wasn’t his first encounter with Prince Legolas. When he had come for Frerin’s welcoming, Thorin had thrown his wooden sword at him because he had heard elves had super fast reflexes and he wanted to test it out. 

Of course, Thorin had gotten in trouble for it, but once Legolas realized Thorin was not trying to attack him, he ended up forming a game of sorts with Thorin. Thorin would pretend to shoot an arrow at him, and somehow Legolas always saw, caught the arrow, and was able to shoot it back at him. Their game always ended with Thorin getting a small swat on his backside to behave, but he was convinced he could catch the elf off guard this time.

Thorin waited until Legolas was handing over their gift to his mother for Dis. (He still didn’t understand why a baby needed all these presents.) With his back to Thorin, the dwarf prince saw his chance to strike. Pretending to draw back a bow, he quickly released. With perfect timing, Legolas opened his hand behind his back as if he were catching the arrow. He then made a motion as if he were twirling it around his fingers, before pretending to fire the arrow back. All without having turned around. Thorin still caught the smirk on his face. 

Jumping out of the way, and slightly behind his father, he carefully avoided the imaginary blow. The real one came from the hand around his neck as his adad leaned in close to his ear.

“Thorin, zubdabudê (my tiny lord), I need you to be patient just a little while longer.”

“Okayyyy.” Thorin grumbled trying to shake his hand off.

Thrain gave him a small squeeze before letting go. Thorin sought out his opponent again, only to see he and his father were beating a retreat. A little disappointed and frustrated that their game was ending so soon, Thorin huffed before pulling back his imaginary bow a lot quicker and less sneaky this time. He thought for sure he had him, until Legolas took a step to the side, pretending to catch an arrow as it would have sailed right before his face. Thranduil gave him a confused look before turning back to see the pout on Thorin’s face. Legolas smiled at him and waved goodbye, not even bothering to return his “arrow” until they were almost to the door.

It was so aggravating. Stupid elf.

“Thrain.” Thorin’s mom murmured to her husband.

“Hmm?”

“The elf prince just made the oddest request.”

“What did he say?”

“He wants to offer Thorin archery lessons.”

Thorin perked up in surprise as he looked up at his parents who wore perplexed expressions.

“Adad, can I?” Thorin pleaded, tugging on Thrain’s pant leg.

“We’ll…talk about it later.” 

Thorin went back to standing there, trying not to fidget too badly as he practically vibrated with excitement. A real bow. Surely he would get that pesky, tricky elf then!

[jjamjamm]

They Gave Each Other a Pledge

Masterlist

Wordcount: 1493

Summary: Thorin's youngest sister is in a secret relationship with his best friend. All is well until he catches them together. NSFT

“Evening Princess.” Dwalin said, keeping his voice low as he approached the table in Erebor’s library. After passing rows of bookshelves, he knew he would find her in her usual hidden spot, by the roaring fireplace. Apart from that and a few torches, the library was dim and deserted.

Y/N looked up from her book upon hearing his voice, lighting up with a grin, “Mister Dwalin, what brings you to the library?”

“Oh, just thought I’d find a pretty young lass sitting all alone with her nose in a book.” He teased.

She reclined in her seat, stretching for the first time in hours, “Well, it seems you have. Wonderful timing too, I was getting a wicked crick in my neck.”

“That won’t do.” He said, walking around to the back of her chair. Had he been any other dwarf, or had they not been alone, he would never have been permitted to do what he was planning to. Part of their meeting in secret was to permit such tender moments without fear of reprimand.

Dwalin wasn’t known for having gentle hands, but for Y/N, he tried. He rubbed his palms together and blew into them before carefully moving her hair aside and resting his hands on either side of her neck. He moved slowly, lightly pressing his thumbs into her muscles and moving them in wide circles.

Y/N hummed lowly, rolling her neck to the side as he worked, “You’re marvelous, you know that?”

Dwalin smiled at that, “You could say so more often. Is this too rough?”

“It’s perfect.” She assured him, leaning into his touch, “My brother has been stealing you far too often lately. I’ve missed our secret meetings.”

At the mention of Thorin, Dwalin frowned. He didn’t like that he had to hide from his friend like this, but the dwarf was too stubborn for his own good and made a point to scare off all potential suitors interested in courting his baby sister. Dis had stood up to him, fighting to see Vili and won. When Y/N had tried a short while later, Thorin would have none of it.

“If I bend this far, I’ll break.” Thorin lamented, “Who is it? Who do I have to set straight? Dwalin and I will go over and pay him a visit right now.”

Y/N couldn’t deal with her brother, but at least Frerin had taken pity on her. He helped her sneak around and soon got Dis involved in it as well.

“Ooh, well he’s a hunk of dwarf.” Dis had winked at her sister upon hearing the news, “I could talk to our dear Thorin for you, if you’d like.”

Y/N grew wide eyed at that, “I don’t want him to hurt Dwalin. They’re such good friends, I couldn’t stand to be the reason they stop talking.”

“Thorin does have that Durin’s temper.” Frerin agreed, throwing an arm around her shoulders, “Tell you what? We just keep him out of the way and let you two spend some time together?”

“With Frerin and I distracting him, Thorin will never find out.” Dis assured you, “Until you want him to, that is.”

“I don’t know if he’ll ever be able to understand.” Y/N frowned as their meeting was interrupted.

Dwalin stood in the doorway, looking dutiful as ever, “Princess Y/N, your father wishes to see you.”

Frerin grinned ear to ear, nudging Dis, “Oh, does he? Can’t keep adad waiting Y/N.”

Dwalin rose an eyebrow at their strange behavior, but Y/N briskly tugged him along down the hall.

“Why does adad need to see me?” She asked, looking up at the guard.

“He doesn’t, I wanted to.” Dwalin admitted, “I thought we could go to our little hiding spot?”

Y/N beamed at that and the two were off, winding through hallways until they reached a usually unvisited corner of the mountain. There were rooms upon rooms down there of storage, where inventory was taken roughly once a month. Since inventory had just been done, the two would be safe from peeping eyes or surprise inspections.

Y/N laughed as Dwalin took her hand, leading her into their usual room. He took her by the hips and lifted her, placing her down on the table covered in a couple of rugs that had been beaten out during the inspection.

“They cleaned.” Y/N noticed briefly, before pulling him down to meet her in a kiss.

“Plus, we won’t have to worry about my brother coming by in search of some forgotten edition of a book.” Dwalin grinned, keeping his hold on her hips, “Might have to move you back to make this work.”

“Table too tall for you?” Y/N teased, scooting back and beckoning for him to join her. The two moved to lay with one another along the length of the table, and Dwalin shifted her skirts around to brush his hand along her thigh.

“Oh, my beautiful princess.” He said, pressing kisses down her jaw and neck, “I’m the luckiest dwarf in the world.”

“And don’t you forget it.” Y/N’s laugh turned to a gasp as he revealed his other hand had undone his breeches. He teased her gently, savoring the little noises she made before he asked if she was ready, “Perhaps we should wait for someone to walk in first?”

Dwalin grunted at that, always some sort of smart remark coming from the lass, “You’ve a wicked tongue.”

“Something you’re familiar with.” She grinned up at him, “Unless, you’ve forgotten and need a reminder?”

“Don’t tempt me lass.” He warned as she lined him up and lifted her hips to meet him, “Easy now.”

He angled himself over her, pressing his length deep within her with a groan. A satisfied sigh came from the girl beneath him as he filled her, and she brought her hands to her breasts.

Her mouth fell open as he began a rhythm, slow at first but was soon pounding into her, his arms hooked under her thighs and held her close to his hips. Y/N shuddered and reached to grab something, needing to clench her fist around fabric. She knocked something off the table, which hit the ground with a metal clang before she grabbed hold of Dwalin’s shirt.

“Dwalin!” She cried, painfully close to an orgasm. He grunted above her, keeping his pace up until a deep voice growled out his name.

“Dwalin.” It said, cold as stone and dripping with anger. Dwalin pulled Y/N’s skirts to cover her and lowered her to the table beneath them.

Thorin stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he stared daggers at his friend.

“Thorin, I can explain.” Dwalin tugged his pants on, scrambling to fix the situation.

“Get away from her.” Thorin warned, standing between the two, “Y/N, get off the table.”

“Thorin, I-” She tried.

“Now.” He ordered and she moved quickly, never having been on this side of his temper before.

“Thorin, it’s not what you think.” Dwalin assured him, kneeling on the table still. He was pleading with his friend not to react too rashly, before he knew what was happening.

“Isn’t it?” Thorin asked, “My best friend has been whisking my baby sister off to screw her. He didn’t even have the decency to put a braid in her hair first or ask me what I thought of it!”

Dwalin winced at Thorin’s yelling and climbed down from the table, looking to see how upset Y/N was.

“We wanted to.” Y/N assured him, “We were terrified you’d say no, we couldn’t bear the thought of being forced apart.”

“Prince Thorin, what was the noise?” A guard paused as he saw the scene. He immediately turned on his heels and left the doorway and Thorin took a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Do you love her?” Thorin asked.

“What?” Dwalin was stunned at the question.

“Do. You. Love. Her?” Thorin repeated, looking his friend dead in the eyes.

“With all my heart.” Dwalin swore.

“And you feel the same?” Thorin turned to his sister, not looking as furious as he was when he had torn them apart.

“I do.” Y/N replied, “More than anything.”

Thorin nodded at hearing that, trying to reason with everything, “Here’s what will happen. If you two truly intend to continue your relationship, it will be done properly. She is a princess after all Dwalin, you have to follow tradition.”

“Aye.” Dwalin nodded, “To a tee.”

“Alright then.” Thorin didn’t seem thrilled with the idea, but he appeared to be able to live with it, “The only other question I have is: did Dis and Frerin know about this?”

Y/N dodged his gaze, and he had his answer. Of course they had known.

“I’ll be good to her.” Dwalin swore, putting his hand on Thorin’s shoulder, “By my beard, I swear it.”

Thorin smiled at that, appreciating the words of comfort. Thorin patted Dwalin’s hand and nodded, “I know you will.”